Union Island

We stayed 2 nights in Mayreau and met a cool white Rasta (what everybody calls him) while he was climbing coconut trees. He had a nice little sailing boat and offered us a ride to Union Island- our next destination on the trip. This guy- J.D. - is a French guy about my age whose been living on his boat for the past 6 years and sailing around the Caribbean. A really nice guy, so laid back and friendly.


So we set sail for Union and spent the whole afternoon exploring the one street town (which is about 100 meters long), yep we saw all the sights: first spending a good 2 hours on the bench in front of the main roundabout, then moving on to Lambi's guesthouse where we left our stuff and then at the end of the street we found an amazing little labyrinth- like art bar/cafe/atelier built down a neverending alley leading up to a nice lookout point where we had a drink and played the coolest card game on earth (Bohnanza- which we're all addicted to now). After sunset it was apero time on the beach then a big local dinner and out for a little dancing.


Union Island is a bit smaller than Bequia but I really liked hanging out in town, watching life go by. Its less touristy by far, less picturesque and with hardly any foreign-owned villas on the hills. Just a quiet town- a base for some Yacht charters and entry point of the southern Grenadines.

The next day we walked the whole island- its lots of up and down, with amazing views from pretty much anywhere. After visiting Ashton, the 2nd and smaller village of the island we headed for the hills to Chatam Bay- a beach inhabited by Rastas, fishermen and an out of place fancy pants resort.


We found a shady tree and spent the afternoon eating, sleeping, listening to Irish stories and snorkeling with hundreds of fish just a meter from shore.


The next day we took the long and wavy ferry back to St. Vincent to re-climb the volcano...