Tyrrel Bay - Out of Africa

For the past week, Kevin and I have been standing on African soil...and rinsing it off our decks, and wiping it off the window screens. No, we didn't take a wrong turn navigating, it's actually dust from the Sahara that makes it's way across the Atlantic to the Windward Islands just so it can land on our boat and make a mess. Other cruisers had been telling us about this phenomenon and we thought they were pulling our leg, but in our weather report yesterday the forecaster mentioned that "Visibility may be reduced by haze due to atmospheric African dust" so it appears to be true.

Today was our last day in Carriacou, tomorrow we head for mainland Grenada. We went ashore for lunch hoping to score some more pizza from the Lazy Turtle (when we were there the other night, the calzones looked pretty good too). When we walked up the place was deserted except for one lady in an apron sitting upright at a table, fast asleep. I gently woke her and asked if the kitchen was open. "Not for pizza," she said. Disappointed, I asked her what they were serving, if anything. "Burgers and salads" was the reply. We decided to pass on the burgers and instead eat sandwiches on the boat. You could see relief fill the lady's eyes when she realized she could go back to sleep!