Dec 26: Tobago Cays, Petit St. Vincent & Chatham Bay
I whipped up a large batch of my signature corned beef hash, served with a fried egg for breakfast; nothing like a greasy breakfast after a night of drinking. The sky was clear so we all went for a snorkel at “Turtle Island”. We saw a lot of turtles and starfish, along with a school of squid and even a Golden Spotted Eel, among the many colorful fish.
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A turtle comes up for air in the turquios blue waters of the Cays

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A golden Spotted Eel

It is a real treat for first time visitors, being so near the turtles in the wild and able to observe them casually, they are so used to swimmers they are not startled in the least. Once we all had our fill of swimming we set sail for Petit St. Vincent where we had a lunch onboard of lobster salad in pita bread, with my marinated eggplant. Wwe didn’t make it this far south last year and they have added a new dingy dock and beach side bar, along with improvements to the beach. The drinks are higher priced than our usual stops ($10 US on average) but not outrageous and the setting is worth the price. Keep in mind this is a private island with a high end resort, a one bedroom cottage goes for $8400 a week in mid season, not including tax and service charge at 10% each or food and drinks, so for the guests that stay here $10 a drink probably seems like a bargain.
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Rodger at the beach bar on PSV

We took the dingy over to Petit Martinique to try and find gas for the dingy and some duty free rum, being Boxing Day the town was very quiet and the stores all closed. We hauled up the anchor once again and steered a course around Union Island to Chatham Bay on the back side. It took a few tries to get the anchor to hold but we still managed to get to shore in time for sundowners at Seckie’s Bar. For dinner we fired up the grill on board and had some homemade Aberdeen Angus burgers, on Dan’s freshly baked rolls accompanied by Debs coleslaw and potato salad. The last of the rum punch was the beverage of choice, and then the boys settled in to some rum on the rocks, finishing a bottle and a half of Captain Bligh before calling it a night.
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The sun goes down on the anchorage in chatham Bay, Union Island

Drink all day at home, your friends worry about you; do it on vacation and they say "what a good time you're having". Save your friends needless worry, travel more!