Kristen’s Raggamuffin Xmas

On January 20, 2011 in News

All I want for Christmas is to become a blogging superstar (although at this point it might be more apt to call it a New Year’s Resolution). To help with this mission I (me being Kirsten from Canada travelling with my husband Joe) enlisted the help of sixteen strangers: Sam and Mark from Holland, Dane and Julia honeymooners from New Zealand, Cory and Penny also from New Zealand, Damon and Shana from the United States, Erica from the United Kingdom, George and Polly from the UK as well, Jelly and Andy from Germany, James and Trisha from Canada, and Emile from France, along with the crew of Ragga Queen: Captain Ramsey, Ellis, and Leon.

We got off to a late start on the morning of Christmas Eve, but with a little help from the “iron sail” we were quickly on our way to Rendezvous Caye. Early on Dane caught a barracuda, the first on many we all thought hopefully. We stopped to snorkel and returned for a tasty lunch of fried chicken, rice with beans, and potato salad. The red and green shirts of the crew kept us in the Christmas spirit. We all agreed that that evening around the campfire we would sing Christmas carols. Mark has volunteered (threatened?) to capture this on film for us.

We were a curious combination of international travellers choosing to spend Christmas in the middle of the Caribbean. What can be more festive than sailing through blue-green waters, sipping rum punch, snacking on junk food, and camping on sand so white that it could be snow? To commemorate our journey we collaboratively wrote a rousing carol that was sung with gusto by James and Cory.

“The Raggamuffin Twelve Days of Christmas,”
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On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a three-day sailing trip.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two lines trawling and a three-day sailing trip.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two line trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven bathing beauties, six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the eight day of Christmas my true love gave to me eight bikinis popping, seven bathing beauties, six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the ninth day of Christmas Queen Elizabeth waved to me, eight bikinis popping, seven bathing beauties, six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ten strangers pissed, Queen Elizabeth waved to me, eight bikinis popping, seven bathing beauties, six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me eleven tents erected, ten strangers pissed, Queen Elizabeth waved to me, eight bikinis popping, seven bathing beauties, six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me twelve people passed out, eleven tents erected, ten strangers pissed, Queen Elizabeth waved to me, eight bikinis popping, seven bathing beauties, six sparks a flying, five barracuda steaks, four tickles on my back, three rum punches, two lines trawling, and a three-day sailing trip.

We awoke Christmas morning on our island paradise to see Leon sporting a Santa hat and hear Christmas carols blaring from the iPod dock. As we slowly emerged from our tents, emphasis on slowly, everyone wished each other Merry Christmas, with some Happy Christmases thrown in by the Brits. We enjoyed a breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage before taking down our tents and setting sail. At our first snorkeling stop Cory tried his hand at spear fishing. As we water-soaked Raggamiffins returned to the boat and the crew began to haul anchor we realized Cory was not on board. We looked out and saw him swimming towards the boat and as he got closer we thought we saw something in his hands. It turns out we did – a six foot barracuda that he had speared (or at least that’s the size Cory claimed it was). The fish had swum away with the spear and Cory had needed to chase it until it ran out of steam. We were all appreciative of his effort that night at dinner.

When we arrived at Tobacco Caye local children were on the dock wishing us Merry Christmas. We set up our tents and took turns exchanging Christmas presents, in the form of showers; which at that point, really were presents to the rest of our travelling companions. Our Christmas feast was fabulously yummy: shrimp ceviche, barracuda steaks (well worth the swim), grilled lobster tails, and mashed potatoes. The bar on Tobacco Caye was open for business and to accompany the drinks there was traditional Garifuna drumming. The crew of Ragga Queen apparently don’t limit their talents to sailing alone. It made for a very festive evening.

The next morning the wind was blowing and skies were grey, but this did not slow down the last part of our journey. We set off towards Placencia knowing that our time as Raggamuffins would soon be over.

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