We are on the ground. The island reminds me of Porquerolles, France, even if the temperature, vegetation is lush and 'tropical type. Yesterday we moored the boat on arrival at Prickly Bay, a small bay where there are dozens of yachts of all sizes anchored. Them and us' was reserved a seat at one of the piers, and that the 'very lucky because there' s room for only a dozen boats. It seems that the owner of Nimrod is treating the purchase of an apartment building in a post-modern I made glass and steel, complete with swimming pool water, in front of the pier - and then we were well treated.
The place is' strange: though there are these buildings very luxurious but definitely out of context (even in the pool there are the light that simulates a starry sky at night), docks for the boats are made of wood rather poor, so that in some places are already 'broken. It seems like a movie set, even here the speculation is basically aimed at the appearance.
The marina, there 's a bar, tiki bar, where it meets the "seafarers" to mulch beer and rum. It 's not just a wooden bar in the middle of a meadow, with tables and stools around. The customers are all or almost all British, American, Australian, all men, blond and tattooed Abbronzatissimi, many with the beard is not shaved for days and the belly from beer drinkers, and women (and a few all the result of some sailor) they also wear tan all the dresses on the costumes. All invariably with flip-flops. Eta 'medium high, many retirees, some with children in tow. A microcosm in itself made up of people living on the boat, working boat. I hear talk of racing, charter, storms, etc. - stories by sailors. I chat with a British 29 year-old who lives alone by 2 years on a boat in the Caribbean, he bought as a remnant of a storm, and if the redesign is little by little. He says he spends no more than to live 'of 8000 pounds a year ... I hear the merits of dehydrated meals for transoceanic races, the winners of the Sydney-Hobart and that 'just ended. The staff of the marina, all of Grenada, they are nice and friendly and 'easy to talk with them. Physically I am dark skinned, tall, with features similar to the Jamaicans, but rather in almost all meat.
The marina is' run by David, a Milanese who has lived here for 10 years, married with a grenade. On the door hung a flag of the navy's importance, of which 'loyal supporter. David gives me the directions to orient in Grenada. Then I go with Walter for a walk to the shopping center rather Americans and we stop for a coffee 'by Luke, another Italian who has lived here for years. Unfortunately, however, 'the espresso machine and' course and we have to settle for a coffee 'American. In return our companions are already 'drunk and go to tender to other places to continue drinking. I retreat to the deck of the boat to take a rest and chamomile.
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