The cruising dream is *THIS*

Wind dropped overnight so we could head for a bay in the tippy top of Carriacou, Grenada. Totally isolated it's an 800 meter walk-in through a national park. Anchorage only fits in a few boats.
We arrive and drop the Pick dead centre of the perfect bay.
Marred by a shack restaurant. Shortly after, an open boat with 3 locals comes in, glides past telling us about the restaurant. I'm not impressed as my dream cruiser spot is commercialised.
But no customers all day so I snorkel to the beach and make a dinner reservation.
The photos tell the story of our night. The night we dream about before we buy the boat, give up our jobs, sell the house... The Cruising Dream.










Only customers.