There has been a depression we have been watching over the last few days and this morning it has changed to 80 % of becoming a Storm, so instead of making friends this morning we have decided to sail to Grenada. Since we have made this decision we have got two very disappointded little beings on the boat. The plan had been to go to Karate and Tennis with their new friend Luana. Well there is always another time, they might come to Grenada tomorrow, they want to wait another day.
Due to the depression that has already a chance of 70% to become a storm we have decided to sail to Grenada today. Julia and Carlos were most then upset, because they had been looking forward to play with Luana and to join her for her karate and tennis lesson. By midday we had checked out, the boat ready and organized to leave beautiful Bequia. The wind was in our favour and we had a very pleasant passage. We passed beautiful Islands like, Mustique, Canouan,Mayreau,and the Tobago Cays. Shame that we have this depression coming upon us, beca
use I was hoping that we were able to visit each little island and indulge in there beautiful beaches and crystal clear water. Never mind I am hoping that we will come back up these island when we do our chartering and have the chance to visit then. When we passed Union Island, the last Island of the Grenadines we were enchanted by its serene long white beach. We were thinking of stopping here for the night, but decided to make our night stop at Carriacou. Probably 15 minutes later our engine stopped. Ups….we looked at each other and started to realize what the problem might be. We could have kicked ourselves more than once. We had run out of fuel! Oh my god…how stupid can one be??? Sven went down below to 
check but only to find out that we do not have a single drop of diesel left in our tanks. Luckily the wind was good enough to keep us going and we did a briefing of how to get into the bay of Hillsborough without engine and how to set the anchor and then we were praying and hoping that we would get some fuel to top up our JUCA. Why easy when we can do it the hard way. When we approached the anchorage there was a lot of shouting heard and sweat running down the forehead, but luckily our Captain knew what he was doing, which his crew certainly did not and we managed to go into the bay and let the anchor down where we wanted it to be. Carriacou does not belong to the Grenadines anymore and is part of Grenada, so we had to check in, but unfortunately we had a few things against us, it was Saturday, after usual business hours as well as Regatta weekend. No chance to check in, however we needed to go on land to get fuel. We found a yacht that borrowed us some jerry tanks, so off we went. We had five 20 liter tanks and luckily we the petrol station was 
not too far to walk. Darkness was approaching; we were tense, hungry and tired…the best conditions to do this trip twice. 200 liter of diesel later I managed to make us some dinner, something simple of course, Spaghetti Bolognese. I don’t know how I managed to bake some lemon pudding and some lemon cookies, but I suppose I had promised and pinky never breaks a promise. I was glad when I was lying in bed and trying to let go of some of the step that lead us into the chaos. Looking back it is amazing to trace back the steps and decisions that bring you into an alley where you don’t want to be. However it does not help to look back and beat ourselves up about that…this is one of the stepping stones that we learn from and next time round we would fuel up in Bequia where the fuel was cheaper and brought to your yacht! It certainly has brought our family closer together once more; Carlos, Julia and I gained more knowledge of how to sail. I am very proud of Sven and always admired his knowledge about sailing and engines. I am very proud and in love with my family and my husband.
Due to the depression that has already a chance of 70% to become a storm we have decided to sail to Grenada today. Julia and Carlos were most then upset, because they had been looking forward to play with Luana and to join her for her karate and tennis lesson. By midday we had checked out, the boat ready and organized to leave beautiful Bequia. The wind was in our favour and we had a very pleasant passage. We passed beautiful Islands like, Mustique, Canouan,Mayreau,and the Tobago Cays. Shame that we have this depression coming upon us, beca
use I was hoping that we were able to visit each little island and indulge in there beautiful beaches and crystal clear water. Never mind I am hoping that we will come back up these island when we do our chartering and have the chance to visit then. When we passed Union Island, the last Island of the Grenadines we were enchanted by its serene long white beach. We were thinking of stopping here for the night, but decided to make our night stop at Carriacou. Probably 15 minutes later our engine stopped. Ups….we looked at each other and started to realize what the problem might be. We could have kicked ourselves more than once. We had run out of fuel! Oh my god…how stupid can one be??? Sven went down below to 
check but only to find out that we do not have a single drop of diesel left in our tanks. Luckily the wind was good enough to keep us going and we did a briefing of how to get into the bay of Hillsborough without engine and how to set the anchor and then we were praying and hoping that we would get some fuel to top up our JUCA. Why easy when we can do it the hard way. When we approached the anchorage there was a lot of shouting heard and sweat running down the forehead, but luckily our Captain knew what he was doing, which his crew certainly did not and we managed to go into the bay and let the anchor down where we wanted it to be. Carriacou does not belong to the Grenadines anymore and is part of Grenada, so we had to check in, but unfortunately we had a few things against us, it was Saturday, after usual business hours as well as Regatta weekend. No chance to check in, however we needed to go on land to get fuel. We found a yacht that borrowed us some jerry tanks, so off we went. We had five 20 liter tanks and luckily we the petrol station was 
not too far to walk. Darkness was approaching; we were tense, hungry and tired…the best conditions to do this trip twice. 200 liter of diesel later I managed to make us some dinner, something simple of course, Spaghetti Bolognese. I don’t know how I managed to bake some lemon pudding and some lemon cookies, but I suppose I had promised and pinky never breaks a promise. I was glad when I was lying in bed and trying to let go of some of the step that lead us into the chaos. Looking back it is amazing to trace back the steps and decisions that bring you into an alley where you don’t want to be. However it does not help to look back and beat ourselves up about that…this is one of the stepping stones that we learn from and next time round we would fuel up in Bequia where the fuel was cheaper and brought to your yacht! It certainly has brought our family closer together once more; Carlos, Julia and I gained more knowledge of how to sail. I am very proud of Sven and always admired his knowledge about sailing and engines. I am very proud and in love with my family and my husband.
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