We sailed to La Blanquilla on the 9th of July, when we got there we came in to a small bay with enough room for only one boat, we motored in and dropped the hook, George and Jack dived on the anchor and found it was not set so we did it again and again and again until it was at last set.
Then at last we could have a look around it was beautiful, yellow sand, green water, blue sky, shining sun, calm sea and err, well Iím sure you get the point.
Next day we had 40 knot winds for half an hour but the anchor held like a beast. We went to the shore later on and went to the coastguard station, manned by the Venezuelan Navy, and got talking with a coast guard, who told us that there are 15 people (who all live in the station) about 200 donkeys and lots of dogs who eat the donkeys. Some times the fishermen live in shacks on the beach.
The island use to be a coral reef but then molten granite came up from underneath and pushed all the coral out of the water, it is amazing because you can see the line where the granite hits the coral. After a few days at the first anchorage we went round the corner to another one where we stayed for one night and did lots of snorkelling. Then we did a little sail to the most popular place on the island, with quite a few boats (mostly French) and a big long beach with a couple of palm trees in the middle. We were running out of water and we heard that there was a little well on the island so dad, me, George and Jack (with a bucket) went of in search of the well, when we got there we filled upout bottles then had a long big bath (I wish).
Mum and George went for a few runs (hard nuts), we motored in the dingy to Americana bay and did lots of body surfing then we went to a "bar" or more of a skeleton of a old bar ( I served out lots of drinks, for free). We are going to go to Tortuga next (it seems to be more inhabited).