When the Conch Horn Blows..


Clipper Ship Anchored Behind Us
Clipper Ship Anchored Behind Us


March 24, 2009


We are still limin the days away in Dominica.  Two days were spent on board nursing a killer hangover from a Sunday night bbq on shore for all of the yacht folks.  The locals hold this bbq once a week and sell tickets to yachties.  The proceeds go to help them fund the costs of providing round the clock security and keeping us safe- so a great cause and lots of fun.  We met lots of very interesting people, including Chris Doyle, the author of the cruisers bible on the Caribbean.  We read his book every day and it was awesome to be able to talk to him and pick his brain about the places we have yet to visit.  The rum punches were made in big vats and they were very liberal with their pours.  No one remembers how many were consumed, or how we made it back home, or where one of our shoes went… but a two-day hangover did prove that we were there and participated to the fullest extent in true Gumbopirate fashion.  It is probably best we didn’t bring the camera, for the pictures would have been fuzzy or the camera would have gone missing like the shoe.

Two days limin on the boat is not a bad thing though.  We still had frequent visits from all of our new friends in their assortment of boats, rafts, surfboards and floats.  Antonio Banderras the fruit man (yep that is his name) came by and was congratulating the pirate on his victory over Big Poppa in arm wrestling (which was 5 days ago, but they are still talking about it).  The Rasta man (who lives in a tree house)  rowed over at 10:00 pm to bring us more fish soup (not what you want when you are nursing a hangover).  Igna the mechanic came by to help us with our water problem.  And Red Man sent over gifts of beautiful sea shells and fresh cucumbers.  So even staying on the boat there was a flurry of activity. 

Today was an overcast and humid day here, perfect for relaxing.  In the afternoon, the silence of our anchorage was broken by a loud horn, a conch horn to be exact.  The fishermen blow the horn to let the locals know they are back with their catch.  In no time, a crowd of locals started making their way to the sound of the horn.  The fishermen displayed their triggerfish, tuna, mackerels, and shark.  Fortunately, we have Cousteau who provides our fresh catch, so we were not haggling with the fisherman for a good price or a good cut.  But, it was a great scene to watch unfold and a reminder that the living here is pure and beautiful. 


2 thoughts on “When the Conch Horn Blows..”

  1. “The rum punches were made in big vats and they were very liberal with their pours.”

    I think you forgot about the bit where you took in your own triple-size plastic cups, while the rest of us were working with those little paper thingies…..

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