|Two little lobsters|
We knew we'd be greeted by a boat boy (a boat man, really) when we neared the anchorage in Portsmouth and Jerome, who works with Cobra was the first to reach us. Jerome is part of "PAYS" (Portsmouth Association of Yacht Services/Security) - a loosely affiliated group of local guys that work to keep the island safe for visiting yachts. These guys grew up playing in the rivers and waterfalls and are fiercely proud of their island.
|Jerome takes a call on his cell as he accompanies us in.|
Dominica is the first island we've visited that has boat boys in the harbor and we've heard good things about the guys here. The general rule is that whoever reaches you first is "your" boat boy for the duration of your stay. That doesn't seem to be a hard and fast rule though and we've taken trips with both Jerome and Martin, aka Providence. There are some freelancers out here too and it seems wise to be wary of a few of them. They paddle out in boats and on surfboards to sell fruits and veggies- sometimes asking for a drink ("I'm mighty thirsty Captain.... do you have some rum for me, or maybe a beer?") or asking if there's anything else we need.
As for getting off on the wrong foot.... it was a combination of things; bad timing, crummy weather, missed connections with friends, lack of information and a few other things I can't quite put my finger on. The worst of it was that Saralane broke loose from her mooring while we were off the boat. We came back one evening to find her hanging stern to the wind, mooring lines chafed clear through, and caught by the propellor on another mooring line. NOT GOOD. We had to free the line or risk pulling the prop shaft out of the boat. VERY BAD.
As we worked to figure out how the line was caught, a few of the boat boys and a freelancer came speeding up in their boats. By this time it's pitch black out and the wind is picking up (naturally) but without hesitation the freelance guy, Sugar Daddy, stripped down and dove under the boat with a knife, felt for the line twisted around the shaft and cut us loose. Jerome and Albert, another boat boy, led us in the dark to another mooring where this time, we tied our own lines.
When we pick up a mooring, we tie two lines through the thimble (the loop) on the mooring independently and run them back to the boat. Port side line goes through the thimble and gets tied back to the port side; starboard side line goes through and gets tied back to the starboard side, leaving very little opportunity for chafing. Jerome had threaded our two lines through the mooring differently, running the port side line through and tying it up on the starboard side; the starboard side through and back to the port side, so as we swung in the breeze the thimble (which turned out to have a sharp inside edge) rubbed back and forth on both lines, eventually chafing through and allowing the boat to pull free. All this said - it was our responsibility to check the mooring lines when we were first tied up and there's no good reason we didn't. This whole episode could have (and should have) been easily avoided and we're incredibly lucky that Saralane didn't crash into the boat behind us or drift unnoticed out to sea.
The morning after this incident, Albert stopped by to tell us what happened. He was talking to the captain on an Australian boat in front of us when they noticed our boat moving very fast downwind through the harbor. He said it took them just a few seconds to process the fact that there was no one on board (no dinghy, no sails up, odd angle to the wind, etc...) before they jumped into his boat and sped out to grab Saralane and drag her back. It was then that she snagged the other mooring and.... well you know the rest of the story.
|Albert tells us the tale of our runaway Saralane|
|Sugar Daddy comes by to tell it too.|
Bad beginning behind us, I'll move on to better things. There are hiking trails all over the island and early on we hiked to Fort Shirley at Cabrits National Park on the northwest corner of Prince Rupert Bay here in Portsmouth. The fort was built by the British in the early 1770's and anyone with an interest in history could spend days poking around here. Fort Shirley was the site of the revolt of the 8th West Indian Regiment that resulted in the emancipation of 10,000 slave soldiers in the early 1800's. Much of the upper part of the fort has been restored, but there are sections that are still being reclaimed by the forest.
|I love the details on this cannon in the restored area of the fort, especially the arrow showing which side goes up.|
|Nature reclaiming this section|
|Great music, great style, great color.....|
|.... and great hair!|
|Clockwise rom top L: banana & lime lady, young passionfruit farmer, veggies & fruit, cacao/sugar/coffee/spice vendor|
Every transaction, whether buying from a vendor at the market or getting on a bus to ride across the island, begins with the customary greeting, a "good morning" or "good afternoon" and goes from there. It's a simple courtesy that we've gotten used to in the islands and notice when it's absent. It puts everyone at ease and lessens potential wariness of strangers. People here are friendly and engaging but have seen their share of rude visitors as have most of the islands.
|Even the local birds are friendly.... if you feed them some of your snacks.|
Like all the boat boys, Jerome knows a lot about the flora and fauna of the island and he filled us in on what was what as he rowed up the river. (Any mistakes in identification here are mine.) There are no outboards allowed on the river, hence the guided tour as the only option. The Indian River was the site of some scenes in Pirates of the Caribbean (part 2?) and I realize I'm one of the only people left on earth who hasn't seen the movie. I saw Johnny Depp in 'Chocolate'... does that count?
The gnarly looking trees with roots in the water are bloodwood trees. They're beautiful and surreal looking and we see them whenever we hike along the rivers.
|Clockwise from top L: mudhen, greenback heron, bloodwood trees and ferns, kingfisher|
|Almost looks fake doesn't it?|
|Jerome on the river|
There's a little bar at the end of the Indian River trip (conveniently owned by Cobra and Jerome) where we stopped for a rum drink before heading back out and though the tour is sort of packaged, the river was worth seeing. If you're here, go see it.
Back out on our own, we started hiking from Portsmouth and finding (and losing) our way for a few days before we started to get a feel for the area. Another part of our rocky beginning with Dominica was that on the first gorgeous hike we did our camera battery crapped out, so there are NO photos of the huge stands of bamboo, the palm groves and the lovely little fresh water pool we swam in. A few more photos to add to the list of "best photos I didn't take". Here are a few we took before the battery gave out.
|Giant bloodwood tree - and me in my BRIGHT pink shirt.|
|Farm with field of pineapple|
|Lots of papaya|
|Lizards on cacao pods|
Making strides in my wildlife photography abilities.... I caught this little anole perched on a cacao pod acting territorial puffing out his neck. This goes right to the top of my favorite photos list!
|The bus stop in Bense|
Though we were hiking to Chaudiere Pool, we didn't actually get to Chaudiere Pool. Another part of our frustrating beginning in Dominica.
The trail crosses a river just above the point where several rivers come together, and just as we reached the river crossing it started pouring rain. We'd met some locals along the way who told us to take care because the trail was slippery and the river was high from all the recent rain. They said one of the local guides with a group of people turned back earlier in the day because of the conditions.
|The rain just beginning...|
With this warning on our minds and not knowing how much rain was on the way or how fast the river would rise, we decided it was probably not a good idea to cross the river then. Chaudiere Pool is one more place on our "must go back and see" list.
|Rain, rain and more rain.|
|On the trail to Spanny Falls|
|One of the waterfalls at Spanny Falls|