Anyway... we arrived a week or so before they were due so we went to check in in Scarborough, which was probably the longest procedure in customs and immigration yet!! Sym went to go on his own and he was gone nearly all morning and then came back cos I had to be present as well. Bloody typical (the first time I don’t go with him) but we had a KFC as a treat so it was well worth it!! Not as good as back home mind – the skin on the chicken was like the popcorn chicken we get back home…quite dry and crispy – certainly not my cup of tea!
Our first impressions of Scarborough were really nice. The people all seemed friendly and we noticed there was a massive amount of Indians here. We met this nutter of a boat called “Cariad” which means “Love” in Welsh, which I thought was such a lush name for a boat. (Even though he was from New Zealand). We think that our next boat that we buy we are going to call Carried for sure!!
This guy Watty was on his own on the boat and tried to persuade Sym to sail down to Trinidad with him. He has never sailed on his own and the crew he took with him on the Atlantic crossing wanted to get off in Tobago and so he has been stuck in this grotty harbour for months now. He managed to upset one of the locals because when he went to fill up with water on of the local guys stopped him, being a bit of a bully I think cos he is quite old man (as no one said anything to Sym when he went to fill our tanks) Anyway, after a bit of beef, he tells him to go back to Africa where his ancestors come from…can you believe this….the guy and all his family were bloody born here for god sake!!! Well unsurprisinly the guy goes a gets a knife and threatens to chop him up!! I was so shocked!!
When I mentioned earlier that the harbour was grotty, it was not really dirty or anything I just meant it was a big commercial harbour with a massive fast ferry going in and out a few times a day (Oh yeah and every morning at 5.30 am he would sound his horn 3 times and he was less than 100 metres away..Can you imagine how load that was…we shit ourselves with shock every morning we were there) It was built up and industrial compared to anchoring off a luxurious sandy beach in clear waters, what we are used to.
Heres a pic of the t& t cat theat woke us up every morning!!
The next day a barge comes in and ties up really close to where we are anchored. Sym rows over to ask if they want us to move, but they ignore us…or can’t be bothered to answer, either way rude unhelpful bastards. Then they take a line to the shore right past our boat….well every time a gust came it rode right up the side of our boat, so Sym kept having to jump in the tender and move us away with the engine….so unprofessional really…im sure that would never happen anywhere in Europe (or the majority of the world comes to think of it)
Sym ended up radioing through to ask when they were going cos we could not keep doing that every five minutes- a strong gust and it could have done some serious damage, like rip our guard rails to pieces!
Anyway enough of my moaning now, after a couple of days we moved on. We thought we would check out some of the bays on our way up to Turtle beach, where the Archers were staying. We planed to get there a few days before they arrived cos we wanted to put Lisa’s mind at ease and check out what the hotel was like. Lisa, bless her is possibly the fussiest person for cleanliness I have ever met in my life!! She usually brings her own pillows to hotels just in case, haha, so we had our fingers crossed she was going to like it.
A view from their apartment at sun set
Quartermoon anchored up in Turtle Bay
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