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.