This is about the remainder of our little bouncy rubber boatie trip out to Turtle Rock and back last week. We got beat up in squall chop. There might be a blues song in there somewhere. Makes me want to grab my fiddle...
"I got beat up by squall chop, mama.
My rear end's wet and my back is sore..
All whacked up by that squall chop,baby,
This dog don't wanna ride it no more"
It was a lumpy trip back to the east. Lumpy enough that we needed to pull over to someplace smooth and calm at the first opportunity. This place looked good. It was tucked up in the lee of the island. The terrain was effectively blocking the freshening north wind that had bedeviled us since leaving Turtle Rock. I angled into the first beach, cut the engine as we approached and let the little boat slow down and drift gently up against the soft shallow sand bottom on its own. The sudden silence after the clattering cacophony of the little two stroke outboard was like a back rub for the inside of our ears. As the echos of internal combustion died away the only things we could hear were the sounds of the waves lapping up against the shoreline. Oh yes, this little spot will work just fine.
"I got beat up by squall chop, mama.
My rear end's wet and my back is sore..
All whacked up by that squall chop,baby,
This dog don't wanna ride it no more"
It was a lumpy trip back to the east. Lumpy enough that we needed to pull over to someplace smooth and calm at the first opportunity. This place looked good. It was tucked up in the lee of the island. The terrain was effectively blocking the freshening north wind that had bedeviled us since leaving Turtle Rock. I angled into the first beach, cut the engine as we approached and let the little boat slow down and drift gently up against the soft shallow sand bottom on its own. The sudden silence after the clattering cacophony of the little two stroke outboard was like a back rub for the inside of our ears. As the echos of internal combustion died away the only things we could hear were the sounds of the waves lapping up against the shoreline. Oh yes, this little spot will work just fine.
The sky was darkening as the wind picked up out where we had just been. We headed back from Turtle Rock at a good time. Sooner would have been even better but we were out from under the leading edge of the squall line that was coming from the north. It would not be long before the sunshine stopped sparkling on the wavelets here. But for the moment we had a private beach all to ourselves, and what is life but a series of moments anyway. Great place for us to stretch our legs. All eight of them in total. To be accurate, Dooley the Deluge was a tripod there for a while after he got ashore. He gets selfishly interested in water management after a few hours on a boat.
This part of the island has a series of these small secluded beaches tucked back into the limestone shoreline. These are nice places to take a break, and a boat is the best way to get to them. They're sheltered from the wind in three directions and usually deserted. I managed to snap a photo of this one before Dooley the Determined tracked up the unblemished sand. I think that must be a hobby of his. Dog detests a blank canvas.
Dooley the Delighted was extremely happy about the opportunity to go ashore and do a little exploring and beach combing. I think he was hoping to find a fire hydrant washed up somewhere. If you can read dog face, you can probably tell that he was grinning from ear to floppy ear here. He'd be laughing joyously if he could figure out how.
We walked the beach for a while, working our way around the rocks, relaxing and looking for anything interesting. Are rocks interesting? I think some of them are. I liked this view enough to take a photo, anyway. I'm guessing that somewhere in upstate New York, or perhaps Montreal or Bergen or Moscow or London, someone is looking at this and thinking, "oh yeah. I want to go there." And you should. Life's too short to miss out on places like this.
Dooley the Delinquent was keeping himself busy. He was looking for some kind of animal life to harass. I don't think he found anything moving in the rocks. I was hoping he'd back a crab into a corner. That's always good for some laughs. The crabs here can get feisty and they don't seem to worry themselves much about small yippy little dogs. They're armed. But the beach scene today was quiet, and no crustaceans were harmed in the making of this blog post.
We kept an eye on the weather just to the immediate west of us. We knew we had a limited amount of time before the gathering overcast turned this into another windy gray scale afternoon. But for the moment we still had sunny patches of cerulean sky and clear warm water. La Gringa walked the boat down the beach to keep up with Dooley and me. We were beach combing. She was just chilling. And enjoying not getting beaten up by the boat. Do you recognize that hill in the background? We're just outside the entrance to South Side Marina. We could swim home from here.
We hadn't revisited this little beach since last year and I noticed that the slow processes that turn these islands back into sand are making their small inevitable adjustments and changes in the terrain. I don't recall this little cave as being this large before, for example. And I pay attention to sea caves. This one is big enough for a couple of people to get out of a rain storm for a while. For example. There might even be room in there for a dog, too. Unless the dog was wet, of course. Wet dogs are suddenly just too big for small caves. Medium sized caves, too.
Our resident four paw drive was up and down the rocks and all over the beach. I think he probably trots about a mile for every ten meters I walk. I get tired just watching him. He never likes to get too far out of sight of La Gringa or me. Preferably both of us. He's appointed himself as our guardian. He thinks pretty highly of himself. He loves this place. He thinks it's one of His greatest creations.
Sometimes when the overhanging ledges crack and fall over onto the sand they create nice protected paths between the sea and the island. It makes for a nice place to walk, and some good scenery typical of the south side of Providenciales. There are about a half dozen or so masts right in the center of this photo. And our little floating home is in the center of those masts. Nice neighborhood.
I found another sinkhole down through the limestone ledge that I had not noticed on previous visits. I tried to entice the dog to go down through the hole and come out underneath for a good photo. He was having none of it. I think he was suspicious of my motives, which is understandable since I've been messing with his head his entire life. So when I tried to convince him to crawl under the ledge and pop out of the top so I could get a cute Jack in the box photo, he declined. Nope. He wasn't going for it. So I just stuck the camera down through the hole and snapped a random photo. See all the little dog claw scrabble marks next to my foot? He really didn't want to go down into that hole.
After I thought about it for a while I realized that wearing the life jacket was probably making him leery about climbing into tight spaces. He normally loves digging into burrows and going into caves, it's what he was bred to do. But he's also had some scary times alone when a camera I attached to his life jacket got him caught up in bushes, unable to escape. It took us a long time to find him. Well, it was probably only about a half an hour that he was trapped, but a half hour to us is the equivalent of a weekend in jail in dog years. When he realized I was trying to trick him into a cave for a photo, he moved off and kept his distance until I got distracted by something else.
See, caves and overhangs are perfectly fine with him, as long as HE gets to choose them. I told him that these overhangs eventually get undercut to the point where the next pounding storm surf vibrate them loose and they fall. He wasn't listening to a word I said. And he wasn't getting within my reach, either.
So I went looking for something else to photograph and found some conglomerates in the sedimentary rock. Whoo whoo... big deal. I think maybe this is the result of a long ago subsea landslide in which broken rubble got covered over with the calcium carbonate detritus of the sea that eventually formed these rocks. I called Dooley over to take a look, telling him I needed his opinion, but he was totally uninterested. He only cares about consumable conglomerates. Bacon bits in beans would get his interest. Cheetos mixed in his dog food would rate highly. Rocks? Not so much.
I mentioned the pounding waves that hit these shores when we have strong winds from the south. It's those pounding waves that eventually break the ledges off, chipping away at the perimeter of the islands. Here's a section of someones dock sitting up almost three meters above sea level. That should give you an idea of how high the waves do get here during storms.
And the collapsing ledges make for some interesting places for little dogs to explore. This is where he retreated to when I told him he needed to get back on the boat. Suddenly he was acting all helpless and tired, wanting me to carry him. I just turned and headed for the RIB. We know how to handle this miscreant. Lots of experience at it.
We only hung around here for about a half an hour, just long enough to stretch our legs and work out some kinks. I figured out later that we had traveled about 14 or 15 miles in the RIB this day. The first half of the trip we were heading west, with the wind behind us. That makes for a comfortable ride in a small boat. But when we turned around to head home back to the east we were facing the oncoming waves and wind. Sitting in the same position for five miles of that had left me feeling like I was permanently twisted to the left to operate the outboard motor. This is not a hands-off kind of boat.
When we were ready to leave the beach we had a hard time convincing the dog that it was time to go. He wanted to spend the rest of the day there. Finally La Gringa and I walked out to the boat and I started the engine. Dooley knows that the sound of the motor means the boat's leaving and he knew his only ride back to dinner was about to depart. That did it. He paddled his way out to where we were waiting. Suddenly Mr. Helpless Dog was cruising along at a couple of knots just fine.
I think it was about at this point he realized he couldn't climb back on the boat without help. He gets this real pitiful look on his face. It's a familiar look when he wants to look helpless and needy. I think of it as his "POD" look, for Poor Old Dog. And he's gotten pretty good at it. He practices in front of a mirror when he thinks nobody is looking at him.
La Gringa hoisted the dripping POD over the side of the boat so we could head back to the marina. The handle on his life jacket is perfect for hoisting the little blighter aboard. It's also convenient to snag it with a boat hook at times.
I think he was planning to ride up on the top of the side tube, which is where we usually sit ourselves, but of course that idea went south as soon as I twisted the throttle handle and the boat started moving. He was down in the hull in short order. A safe place to ride under my feet. I didn't get any photos of that as I had already put the camera back in my pocket. But you're not missing much. The trip back into South Side Marina was anti-climatic.
I hope these photos gave some of you snow-bound sailors, beach lovers and island dreamers a small break from the brutally cold weather we've been reading about lately.
I like to end these posts with a sunset photo, but this time I didn't really have a current one.
But then I remembered that I had another photo that might work as a sunset photo with a bit of a story.
A few afternoons ago we were working in our boat doing whatever kind of boaty work things we were doing at the time (there are plenty) when we heard these deep, throaty sounding engines coming into the marina. Like Harleys with hulls. We didn't recognize them.
So we went out to take a look, and pulling up to Bob's fuel dock were two of the sexiest launches we'd seen in quite a while. One of these boats was a really tricked out Nautica RIB with dual engines, teak trim, and a uniformed captain. The other boat was a larger, fiberglass launch and it was also very unusual looking. Lush seating for a dozen people. The boat had the name "Yalla" on the transom. There's a big clue there.
Right at dusk, three black SUV limos with darkened windows pulled into South Side Marina, and about a half dozen people exited and immediately climbed into the larger of the two launches. Some of these guys were obviously security. The boats had been warming up for about an hour, and left immediately in the gathering dark. This, too, is unusual here. These are dangerous waters in the dark unless you know them, or have a local guide. Then we saw their police escort and they did have a local guide, just to show them the way out. We were intrigued, as you may imagine. I went inside and Googled up the "Motor Yacht Yalla", and man, did I get an eyeful. Check out that website.
The M/Y Yalla belongs to the wealthiest family in Egypt. Here's one photo I lifted from the website I linked to above. I wanted to show you this one especially so you could see the fancy launch that I was talking bout. It's the boat tied up alongside there in this photo:
The weather was rough, and we figured that there was a chance this boat wasn't too far away if they were running important family members back and forth in the launches. So the next morning we walked up Jim Hill to see if we could spot the yacht. And we did. She was anchored off of South Dock, about 4.5 NM (8 km) away.
The wind was howling, I had only my pocket camera, and no tripod, but I did try to take some photos of Yalla using the little Nikon's zoom. I braced the camera on a wobbly, disintegrating realtor's sign and did my best to get an image or two we could use. La Gringa thought it was funny.
And here, at four and a half miles, is the M/Y Yalla.
I turned on the digital zoom feature, and cranked it up to maximum and got a couple more photos. Enough to identify the boat, anyhow. Of course the quality of the photo gets pretty bad at 40X.
There's really no doubt what boat this is, though, even at that distance. The boat was angled away from us. This makes it look foreshortened with the stacking effect of the zoom. Here's another shot from bow on.
I like to end these posts with a sunset photo, but this time I didn't really have a current one.
But then I remembered that I had another photo that might work as a sunset photo with a bit of a story.
A few afternoons ago we were working in our boat doing whatever kind of boaty work things we were doing at the time (there are plenty) when we heard these deep, throaty sounding engines coming into the marina. Like Harleys with hulls. We didn't recognize them.
So we went out to take a look, and pulling up to Bob's fuel dock were two of the sexiest launches we'd seen in quite a while. One of these boats was a really tricked out Nautica RIB with dual engines, teak trim, and a uniformed captain. The other boat was a larger, fiberglass launch and it was also very unusual looking. Lush seating for a dozen people. The boat had the name "Yalla" on the transom. There's a big clue there.
Right at dusk, three black SUV limos with darkened windows pulled into South Side Marina, and about a half dozen people exited and immediately climbed into the larger of the two launches. Some of these guys were obviously security. The boats had been warming up for about an hour, and left immediately in the gathering dark. This, too, is unusual here. These are dangerous waters in the dark unless you know them, or have a local guide. Then we saw their police escort and they did have a local guide, just to show them the way out. We were intrigued, as you may imagine. I went inside and Googled up the "Motor Yacht Yalla", and man, did I get an eyeful. Check out that website.
The M/Y Yalla belongs to the wealthiest family in Egypt. Here's one photo I lifted from the website I linked to above. I wanted to show you this one especially so you could see the fancy launch that I was talking bout. It's the boat tied up alongside there in this photo:
The weather was rough, and we figured that there was a chance this boat wasn't too far away if they were running important family members back and forth in the launches. So the next morning we walked up Jim Hill to see if we could spot the yacht. And we did. She was anchored off of South Dock, about 4.5 NM (8 km) away.
The wind was howling, I had only my pocket camera, and no tripod, but I did try to take some photos of Yalla using the little Nikon's zoom. I braced the camera on a wobbly, disintegrating realtor's sign and did my best to get an image or two we could use. La Gringa thought it was funny.
And here, at four and a half miles, is the M/Y Yalla.
I turned on the digital zoom feature, and cranked it up to maximum and got a couple more photos. Enough to identify the boat, anyhow. Of course the quality of the photo gets pretty bad at 40X.
There's really no doubt what boat this is, though, even at that distance. The boat was angled away from us. This makes it look foreshortened with the stacking effect of the zoom. Here's another shot from bow on.
I recognized the name of the owner, Naguib Sawir, from news I'd been reading recently. This is the guy who offered to buy an island to house the Syrian refugees. Sounds like a decent enough sort of person. I guess he was too busy to stop by our boat and say hello. This is becoming a trend. The Russian billionaire didn't say anything to us, either, when he was in town. Maybe I need to bathe more often.
This little blog side trip was all about me not having a sunset photo, remember? Well here's the one with the procession heading out at dusk for the Yalla. The first boat is the Marine Police, the second one is a local boat run by a friend of ours hired as a guide to get them safely back, and then the launch with the tail lights is the one with the rich guys on it. I'm not sure why they needed the inflatable too. A spare boat for their spare boat I suppose. It did have some people in it who looked like they knew some things.
Billionaire's boats at Bob's. How's that for a change?
3 comments:
I'm in Montreal and yes, I would like to go there :-)
We're in Norway and YES we want to go there!! - Eileen & Rasmus
Eileen and Rasmus! I heard a rumor there are now three of you?
I just read that Grace Bay Beach here on Providenciales just got voted the #1 beach in the world on Trip Advisor. Plenty of flights....
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