The Envelope Please.........
Well at the end of the
last part of this, hmm the adjective escapes me so let's use thrilling,
adventure we had just looked at the first three of the list of boats we had
here in the Virgin Islands to look at. We had made it back to Red Hook
and were floating in the pool debating the virtues of food, beer, and water,
not in that particular order as I recall. Our debate resulted in the
desire for all three so over to the bar/grill we went. Now I should say,
we seldom go anywhere without cell phone or iPad, especially if there is the
possibility of free wifi so both of these we had. Remember, we were taking a
"chill day" no boats, well except that’s about all we talked about,
well except for the aforementioned, beer, food, and water (that’s the
proper order.) Our discussions centered on what fit best, what boat was
the best cared for, and what might be best for us. I am sure I mentioned
that this process is not at all like anything on land. There are no test
drives as with a car or motorhome, hell, you probably even get to test
drive a horse. If we had wanted to test drive any of these boats we would
have had to charter it for the day or week, which costs money. It makes a
certain amount of sense; imagine asking for a "test sail" on several
boats as a way of getting a few afternoons on the water for free. It is
not cheap or a simple thing to take a large sailboat out so you best know what
you are looking at and for. As I mentioned in earlier episodes, we had
chartered several different cats on vacation, none of which we were now looking
at, and felt we knew what would work for us. It really came down to two
boats; MARTHA R the Lagoon 420, very roomy with lots of headroom and in fair
shape but slow and already contracted for charters when we would own her and
CARIBBEAN DREAM, a Leopard 47 just ok on headroom, berth arrangements, and
systems access, but very well cared for and very livable. Both were big
boats! Even though the Lagoon was technically 5 feet shorter than the
Leopard, because of her design she was very high off the water and had a lot of
volume. There was also the Leopard 43 Owners Version in Granada that was
still a possibility as a third option but after seeing a 4-cabin version of the
same boat in the BVIs it was slipping fast off the list. Price-wise the
boat in Granada and CARIBBEAN DREAM were close and MARTHA R was listed for
about 30k less than the others were. If you are buying something like a
car that can be a big price difference but for a boat like we were looking at,
not that great (he says only half-seriously), it's only money right? We
looked at the spread sheet we make for every boat we were considering, we
talked about compromises and what we thought we could live with and I think
when it came right down to it, there was a fair bit of emotion involved as
well, (beer, right?) so we made a call to our broker, Alexis and made an offer
on... Ok if you follow me on Face Book you know the answer so please
don't shout it out for the few who don't know it. We made an offer on
CARIBBEAN DREAM, the Leopard 47.
Now, how to get this
done. Alexis sent us some paper work that we had to get the condo office to
print for us to sign and then emailed it back to us and we emailed it back to
Alexis. While all of this was happening Alexis had called their broker, letting
them know there was an offer coming. The couple who owned the boat were
moving to Hawaii in just a few days and there was an urgency on both our part
and perhaps theirs to get this done before then so a process that moves
painfully slow moved remarkably fast. Within 24 hours of making the
official offer, they had countered and we had countered their counter, and they
had accepted pending sea trials and survey. Remember the boat in Grenada,
remember me talking about how difficult it was to get there because of
carnival and med students returning, well the offer was made negotiated and
accepted on Thursday 31 July, and that Saturday the Festival that is the
Celebration of Emancipation of the People, a 3 day legal holiday in this
country so everything is closed - got into full gear on Saturday 2 August and
Monday 4 August, the town was shut down for the first and largest of the
parades, you know like Mardi Gras just without the drunk frat boys and bare
chested party girls. To recap, Thursday deal accepted, Saturday thru the
end of the next week nothing happens in Road Town or most of the BVI; but what
about Friday 1 August? Usually it takes about a week to arrange a
survey but beginning Thursday, with some suggestions we were able to arrange a survey
with someone who will be your advocate and point out all that might be wrong
with the boat. I went through several back in VA on JABULO finding the
right one, and as it turned out the highest recommended surveyor in the island
had left for France and South Africa where he also lives and works just that
Thursday, however, his partner, who just happened to be the former quality
control and production manager for Robertson & Caine who builds
the Leopard brand catamarans was available that Friday and in less than 24
hours he had our credit card and we had a survey scheduled for 0830 Friday, 1
August in Road Town, Tortola, BVI; one small issue, we were not in Road Town,
Tortola, BVI, we were in Red Hook, St. Thomas, U.S.V.I, so back down the hill
to the ferry. Knowing how long surveys can take, we were pretty sure
there would be no way to get back to Red Hook that night so we went looking for
a hotel room, during the start of the 60th anniversary of the Emancipation
Festival. Alexis was in St. Maartin (yes, it's French, spelled with 2-As)
and although just 100 nautical miles away they were nautical miles and that
meant it wasn't as simple as driving from Lubbock to Amarillo. So, we had some
challenges. Alexis made a flight reservation and looked for a hotel, both
Alexis and I started searching for a hotel with two available rooms, one for
us, one for Alexis. I scored with the hotel at the marina where CARIBBEAN DREAM
was docked, problem, just one room and one king bed, so we arranged for a
rollaway and later a room with two double beds became available so we grabbed
it and if it came down to it, we could share; not ideal but it would
work. It occurs to me, I am missing one small detail; Bertha was coming
to town, no not your Aunt who gives you ridiculous Christmas gifts, no, as in
Tropical Storm Bertha; no problem Mon, what's a little wind and rain?
Friday comes and there
is a lot to do and to say we were on edge would be an understatement. We
made it to the 7AM ferry, bought a roundtrip ticket to return Saturday and were
busily filling out the paper work needed to leave one country and be allowed
entry into another. It is all very serious and the good folks at
immigration in the BVI take it very seriously so it must be correct.
There are two ports of entry via passenger ferry on Tortola. One a short
walk from where the boat was and one on the other end of the island and the
ferry went to the second but not to worry, Alexis had gotten in and rented a
car so he could pick us up and save us that cab ride. So off we went, Red
Hook to the West End to Road Town to the owner's broker's office to sign more
paperwork to CARIBBEAN DREAM, the surveyor had already started; sometimes
island time is accelerated. As I said earlier, our surveyor had been the
production manager for all the Leopards including this model and in fact wrote
the owner's manual for this boat and his inspection stamp was still legible on
the fuel tanks. He knew the boat in St. Pete we had wanted and told us
all the reasons we should be glad we didn't get that one and gave us valuable
insight as to the construction of this boat. He also clued us into the
hull number, that is number x of y built of that model. CARIBBEAN DREAM
is hull #42 so all you Douglas Adams fans out there should be geeking out right
now. The haul out went well, systems that were checked, checked out ok with a
few minor maintenance issues, the wind was up in advance of Bertha coming to
town so the sea trial although short went well, and even Alexis was amazed with
the condition of the boat. By the end of the day, we had some more
information and were waiting on even more (the official survey) so we could
finalize our decision. Tropical Storm Bertha was starting to gain strength so
Alexis tried to get a flight to St. Maartin that night, which he did until it
was cancelled and then he didn’t, and Jo and I went and had some of the best
pasta we have had in a long time and then walked back to the hotel
exhausted. I woke up early the next morning as I often do and went down
to the restaurant and bar, which is an open-air arrangement, as are many things
down here. Sometime during the night Bertha blew into town, the wind was
howling, and the rain was coming down in sheets causing visibility to be
nonexistent. I sat at the bar with a cup of coffee overlooking the dock
and CARIBBEAN DREAM watching her strain against her lines but hold tight.
The marina where she was docked is considered hurricane safe so most insurance
companies will accept it as a hurricane hole so except for the worst storms it
should be safe. I later learned that these islands are often spared the
worst storms because they are really the 'Blessed' Virgin Islands not 'British'
Virgin Islands. All that aside, I was sitting there, riding out my first
tropical storm watching my future home get blown around. Then it occurred
to me, how would we get back to St. Thomas? I went into the office and of
course, there were no ferries running. Later that day all the entry ports
in the U.S.V.I were closed so another night in Tortola, except no room at the
inn; so we wait; wait on the storm, wait on the ferry, and wait for a hotel
room to maybe open up, wait! A lyric from a Jimmy Buffett song kept going
around in my head: no plane on Sunday maybe be one come Monday… Most
of the day we spent watching the rain and the wind and the boat, then at some
point it became clear that we had no place to stay that night but luckily the
bar/restaurant manager made a few calls and got us booked into the Tropical
Suites Hotel, trust me, not nearly as fancy as it sounds, although it was
entertaining that the two night guys really wanted their picture taken with
Santa Claus so I was happy to oblige. The next morning
Bertha had decided to visit Puerto Rico and the other islands and eventually
died out in the North Atlantic. In Tortola, life was getting back to
normal so we grabbed a cab for the West End and the ferry to take us back to
St. Thomas. After any storm, wind, rain or snow, that closes down stuff
the next couple of days are insane transportation-wise and the ferry docks were
packed with people anxious to make it off island to catch a flight to wherever
they spend the other 51 weeks of their year. Add to that the
"instant access" to goods and services we seem to expect in our lives
and some people don't understand that it don’t always work like that. On
the up side, pissed-off travelers railing in the face of reality does make for
entertaining viewing from those of us who have accepted reality. On the
down side, you cringe when they are from your home country. To the people
in immigration, responsible for processing us out of their homeland,
being an ugly anyone does nothing to speed up the process. Our ferry back
to Red Hook took extra time too as we made an extra stop in Jost Van Dyke to
pick up some stranded passengers and then changed ferries in St. John, but
eventually everyone got to where they were going; well at least we did.
The next step in the
boat buying process involves acceptance, rejection, or conditional acceptance
of the vessel/yacht (AOY). You usually have a week after the survey is in
your hand and if anything major was found could go back and negotiate with the
seller for an allowance or for them to fix what is deficient. We
were not expecting much to be wrong and indeed there wasn't. Some
corrosion on this valve, some rusted hose clamps, and other stuff along that
nature. The other thing about the AOY is if financing is involved, then
that, along with your insurance must be in place before the AOY is done.
OK, some phone and internet time and we are good to go, except; remember
Bertha? Well she was not done with us just yet. The U.S.V.I and St.
Thomas in particular seem to set the 'low' standard for infrastructure and for
several days following Bertha there were rolling blackouts throughout the
islands because only one of their three power generators was working and of
course, those blackouts always seemed to hit right during peak business
hours. Jo was in charge of the bank and I the insurance. We
had already been approved for the boat in Grenada for both insurance and the
additional funds we would need to make this a reality so no problem Mon,
right! Insurance, after a few corrections and changes as well as a lot of
paperwork to sign without any way to receive/sign/send it was working
out. Since the time limit for our approval on the funding for the boat in
Grenada had run out, we had to reapply, which we did the night we got back from
the survey. That shouldn't have been much of an issue; we were approved before
so now it's no big deal; right? Well in one of the brief periods that we
had power, we received an email informing us we had been denied, WTF. OK
so let us call them, except the rolling blackout that had left our portion of
the island had now hit the one and only AT&T tower on the island so we
waited until we got a signal and hoped we would have a window of opportunity
between blackouts. When we were finally able to get through, we were told
we had been approved, what! After some back and forth it turns out the
official notification for the funds running out on the Grenada boat just
happened to reach us on the heels of the application for the new boat.
Great, we somewhat mistakenly thought, all the ducks were in a row,
except! Seems our lender did not play the marine finance game the way our
broker's home office thought it should be played. The bank would only cut
a cashier's cheque and we could pay extra to have it sent overnight delivery to
the brokerage that held the escrow account, but the brokerage would only
receive a wire transfer and did not want to deal with a cheque.
After a god deal of back and forth the brokerage agreed to take a
cheque, but hold up the funds for 10 days while it cleared thus slowing the
process down and so we went ahead and transferred the bulk of the
purchase price into the escrow account, waiting on the rest to clear banking
channels. Now its rum drinks on the afterdeck and smooth sailing, well
except for the paper work, for which there was another fee and another person
somewhere in Nebraska. I am not going into the details but it was a
longer than necessary process I thought but we are that close to the finish
line let's play along. A couple of things that might have slowed it all
down were the fact the boat was owned by an LLC charter business in the BVIs
and we were changing the flag an documentation to US flag and USCG
documentation. Add to that the sellers, who had to sign, notarize, mail
back paperwork were now living in Hawaii and a hurricane was about to hit the
island they now lived on. So we did what we had become accustomed to, we
waited. Not very patiently, but what was our choice after all?
In the mean time, while
all this was going on, the rental on our condo in Red Hook expired. We
could have extended it but instead decided to move over to Road Town, back into
the hotel where we stayed for the survey, actually back into the same
room. This meant all the extra baggage needed to be ferried over to
Tortola, transported to Road Town, and hauled up four flights of stairs in the
hotel. Even though we could see our new home sitting there, we could not
step foot on her until all the paperwork was done and we closed. So on 8
August (which happened to be my 59th birthday) we checked out of the USA and
checked into the BVIs. The women who had processed us the last time into
Tortola remembered us and gave us 30 days on our visas with instructions of how
to get them extended. The people at the hotel remembered us and a round
of "welcome back home again" were exchanged and we were just a few
hundred feet from our new home, waiting… again. In reality the wait wasn't
quite a week and on the 15 day of August, just about 3-1/2 months after selling
our land based home, we moved aboard our floating home, and we are therefore known
as Fred & Jo of the s/v CARIBBEAN DREAM, and we had no idea of what we
had gotten ourselves into or in for; but that's for later
installments.
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s/v CARIBBEAN DREAM |
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Looking in to the helm |
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Our Front Porch |
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View from the port bow aft |
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Our back deck |
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One of two aft cabins |
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One of two forward cabins |
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One of four head/shower combos |
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In the sallon ice box and freezer |
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Our galley |
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Sallon table and seating |
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The family car hanging in its garage |
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The haul out; a real pucker moment |
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One of two diesel engine rooms; no space for tall fat men |
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Factory layout |
Tropical Storm Bertha from the Village Cay Bar