January 24, 2017 issue |
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Authors' & Writers' Corner |
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Cruising the Caribbean to the Grenadines | |
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It has been on my list for a while now but at last I ticked one more item off from my “bucket list” – an ocean cruise down through the Caribbean to the Grenadines. Over 12 days and nights, my wife and I took an ocean cruise from Fort Lauderdale, Florida to St. George’s, Grenada, visiting a string of islands along the way and back. Overall, we covered 3094 miles at sea and several hundred miles on land. Starting in Canada, we were in nine countries and used six different currencies. |
waters in various shades of blue and green were very appealing. Tropical flora and fauna greeted us, including iguanas in trees and on rocks. We even came across a burial site called “Black Beard”. After checking, I found out that the real Black Beard, the pirate, was killed at Ocracoke island in North Carolina by members of the Royal Navy. His head was cut off and hung on the bowsprit of Captain Maynards’s ship and his body thrown into the inlet in 1718. |
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Bernard posing in Lord Nelson's admiral outfit. | |
Another two days at sea, traveling around 18 knots per hour, we covered 1041 miles to St. John’s, Antigua. Each of the islands we visited has its own charm and story to tell. Antigua is known for its many scenic beaches, 365 in total, one for each day of the year. I had to visit the famous English Harbour and Nelson’s Dockyard. Lord Nelson is reported to have used the protected harbour to repair and refit his ships during his many operations in the Caribbean. We visited the quarters, the old guard house, the Admiral’s house, the Museum and surrounding buildings. For nearly a century, starting in 1713, the Caribbean was the scene of an ownership struggle between Britain, Spain, Portugal and France. King sugar and spices were the major prizes. The harbour (Nelson’s Dockyard) was also used as a hurricane haven. These days, Nelson’s Dockyard is frequented by yachts of the rich and famous. Inside the compound there are cannons of yesteryear. Several years ago I had a welder make a replica for me of one of the deck cannons used on Nelson’s flagship, The Victory. That cannon which has a striking resemblance to the original, now sits “guarding” the front of our house. The Museum has pictures and artifacts from the 18th and 19th centuries, with particular details of Lord Nelson’s life and accomplishments. I managed to get a picture of me taken in a cut out in Lord Nelson’s admiral outfit – very impressive if I may say so! Prince Charles reportedly visited Nelson’s Dockyard shortly before we were there. From Antigua we sailed to Castries St. Lucia, a distance of 211 miles. This brought us face to face with a volcanic island. Soufriere on the island, is well known for its historic eruptions over the centuries. It greeted us with the smell of sulphur, or more familiarly, somewhat like the smell of rotten eggs! St. Lucia is the second largest of the Lesser Antilles and Windward Islands with an area of 238 square miles. It has forested, rocky volcanic mountains, gentle valleys, banana plantations, and wide beaches. At Soufriere and the Sulphur Springs I saw the smouldering smoke from the fires that burned deep below. In the distance were the Mighty Pitons – twin mountain peaks. A number of passengers from our ship went for a sulphur (mud) bath at the hot springs which is supposed to restore your skin and improve your health. The people spoke a French creole which was almost impossible for me to understand. They understood Caribbean (English creole) and English. St. Lucia became a British colony in 1803, and Josephine, Empress of France (born in Martinique), and wife of Napoleon, once lived there. As we set off for Grenada, 132 miles away, I realized that we had been skirting the infamous Bermuda or Devil’s Triangle in which hundreds of ships and planes had disappeared without a trace! Our captain at times reported a depth of 18,000 feet in the deep blue inky Atlantic waters we were sailing over. It is a long way down to Davy Jones Locker. No wonder my father used to say “water got no back door”. Incidentally, the deepest Ocean is the Pacific 36,000 feet, and the Atlantic 24,000 feet, with Mount Everest, the highest mountain 29,000 feet. I will now have to continue this Caribbean journey in another article to follow. If the creeks don’t rise and the sun still shines I’ll be talking to you. |
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Lovelace’s prolific writing can dance | |
Earl Lovelace | |
By Romeo Kaseram Earl Lovelace was born on July 13, 1935, in Toco, Trinidad, and moved at an early age to his grandparents’ home in Tobago with his mother, Jean Whatley Lovelace. Lovelace credits both his mother, and grandmother, Eva Whatley, of African and Amerindian ancestry as major influences during his youth. In Tobago, the young man attended the Scarborough Methodist Primary School. Later the family returned to Trinidad, setting up house in Belmont and then in Morvant in Port-of-Spain. During his high school years from 1948 to 1953, Lovelace attended Nelson Street Boys, a Roman Catholic school, followed by Ideal High School in Port-of-Spain, where he wrote his Cambridge School Certificate examinations. Lovelace considers himself an autodidact through his self-education; his love for reading started early in his childhood with mainly American and English literature, with him later admiring the writings of William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway. |
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