Moody Blues left Palm Island heading over to Union Island (in the background) after having to motor up on a catamaran flying a French flag that anchored right on top of us. It didn’t take them long to realized they needed to move, so we could get out of there. I had swam up to their stern and said something in English they didn’t get, so in what I thought was French, but now know was Italian, I pointed to our boat and waved bye-bye saying, “A-reve-a-dare-chi”. 

The big question this whole season has been why, why, why, do people of a certain nationality always have to anchor right on top of your anchor or between your boat and where your anchor is set? It’s really rude, unnecessary and a drag—not literally a drag as in anchor dragging, but it could be!  

We hit a squall and then were rewarded by this lovely rainbow. That is Frigate Island to the left of the rainbow.

Still while underway we discussed how this whole season we have wondered why, why, why, do people of a certain nationality always have to anchor right on top of your anchor, or between your boat and where your anchor is set? It’s rude, unnecessary and a drag—not literally a drag as in anchor dragging, but it could be! 

Wish we were under it!

For the most part this was the only boat we shared the anchorage with—a junk-rigged ketch.

That is Union Is. in the background. I only took a few photos in the week we hung out here basically doing nothin’ but reading, swimming, eating and admiring the stars at night. We did dinghy the “back way” over reefs into Clifton the main town. That was our biggest outing. It was a bit hairy, but fun.

This mon recognized Gene and the boat from us buying a tuna from him in the Tobago Cays. So this fresh caught snapper was too good to pass up. Gene made ceviche with some of it. Yum.

A few days after the lovely junk-rigged ketch left, we left too, heading north into Clifton, the main town of Union Island, to meet back up with Greg and Kathy on s/v Indigo, where we’d both check out of St. Vincent and the Grenadines and head back south into Grenadian waters. Raise your anchors and follow if you like.