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Day 5: February 14, 2017:
I woke well before the 6 am alarm. We were quickly up and on the road. The ferry leaves at 8 am. We made it with plenty of time to spare. The harbor was slowly coming to life. We watched as fishing boats aimed toward the open sea.
Our ferry was a sleek-looking twin-hulled boat. We all boarded the boat around 7:45 am. It was only 1/3 full. After a quick tour of the craft, I found my spot on the upper deck. It was a great vantage point for picture taking. Actually, with the upper deck nearly empty, I had the run of the deck.
The sea was rough. The ferry climbed the waves and then crashed down hard, over and over and over. I found a spot near the front where I could feel the crash at its fullest. Thank goodness I don't get sea-sick. I loved the ride.
At one point, a school, or would you call it a flock, of flying fish broke the surface and put on a show. For at least 15 minutes, hundreds of flying fish skimmed along just above the water. Some could stay airborne for a 1000 feet.
Since the harbor at St. George's is near the southern tip of Grenada, the ferry had to sail along the entire length of the island and then past several small islets before reaching Carriacou. From this vantage, we could see just how rugged Grenada is. The mountains meet the sea at a near perpendicular angle.
The islets are also just mountain tops that are tall enough to crest the water line. Most are far too rugged to inhabit. A few pleasure boats and sailing yachts were plying the waters. I could feel the pull of that life-style.
Just before noon we approached the harbor at Hillsborough, the only town on the island of Carriacou. As laid back as Grenada is, Carriacou is unconscious, and wonderfully so.
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