Day 14, St George's, Grenada

Our penultimate day. Today we dropped anchor in the bay, outside St George's, Grenada, so once again we were tendered to the shore. There was a bloomin' strong onshore wind blowing, which was whipping up the sea and making it difficult for the tenders to hook up. It also meant that the ship was spinning around the anchor! One minute there was sea out of the window, next land, then sea again. I imagined they had an anchor both ends for rougher seas.

In port once again, was the Azura. She had left St Lucia minutes before us last night, before we did a reverse and pirouette to leave our birth in a confined basin.

Alongside Azura was an MSC something, even bigger than her, which meant, when we got to the cruise terminal, it was heaving. We grabbed a map and quickly made our way out into the street, and up the hill to Fort George.  Besides being a tourist attraction, bizarrely, it also doubles as the Police headquarters/training centre. There are loads of cannons and great views of the cruise terminal and also on the other side, of a beautiful little horseshoe bay.

P&O Azura and MSC Even Bigger

We found some tunnels (I don't think anyone else bothered) and were pleasantly surprised to find they housed half a dozen bats. I don't think I have ever seen bats hanging like that before, except for the massive fruit bats in the trees in Sri Lanka. As I disturbed them, they flew over my head. They were perfectly silent, no noise from their wings at all. Brilliant. 

Next stop was a chocolate house. A museum come shop come cafe. It told the story of cocoa in the Grenadines and you could buy cocoa products (Catherine bought some hot choc powder) and also sample it on site. Free wifi enabled me to post the last few days blogs too.

Just down the road was a museum. We spent some time in there before making our way round the little horseshoe bay. Soaking up the sun, we watched some chaps in a small motor boat flogging some fish they had caught, to locals on the quay.

Then it was back to the dock, via a shop, so I could buy some overproof rum, 138 proof or 69% alc.

On the quayside, there were 2 queues. One for our tender and one for the Rhum Runner catamaran trip. Catherine managed to get in the wrong one, so effectively jumped the queue for the tender. There were a few murmurs in the queue and I think people said something when they got on, including  me, who said to her, I hadn't realised she had speedy boarding! We could laugh about it and everybody got on anyway, so no real harm done.

Back on board we had some lunch, did some packing and watched a couple of the tenders struggle against the wind and rough sea, to re-dock. We were in the dining room and having dinner when we saw one still manoeuvring outside. We were possibly 2 hours late leaving port. 

With bags packed and left outside our door for collection, it's time for our last sleep on board. Our next will be on a Boeing dreamliner.  I shall sleep happy tonight though, knowing Spurs have been knocked out of the FA Cup. 🤣

Tomorrow we shall be back in Bridgetown and hopefully we'll touch WiFi, so you can read this before we get back home.