You cannot enjoy the art if you have no balls

“Let’s go! Let’go! Let’s go!” That was Juan’s battle cry. “They are leaving!”

That was followed by a mad race to weigh anchor and push Ñandú as fast as she would go. The goal: catch one of the precious mooring buoys close to the Molinere Underwater Sculpture Park. We had kept a sharp eye on them with the binoculars after being sorely disappointed to find all the buoys taken.  Following some crazy maneuvering and a show of amazing seamanship skills we were the proud renters of a white ball.  We saw a competitor arrive a few minutes too late. We celebrated with a beer and a smug face.

After catching our breath we geared up and jumped into the water. It was colder than we expected and we were farther from the sculptures than we thought.

If you have been a faithful follower you will remember (or maybe not, depending on your age) The Musician, an underwater sculpture by Jason deCaires Taylor that left us in awe more than a year ago in The Bahamas. Well, in Grenada there are more than sixty pieces, most of them by him.

They are eerie, delightful, spooky and hard to find. I don’t think we saw them all. They are hidden on the sides of rocks, on serpentine gullies and sun-dappled sand patches. I’ll let the images speak for themselves.

It was a long way back to Ñandú. I was distrustful of the low water visibility and kept imagining a lovely aquatic predator touching my legs with the soundtrack of Jaws in the background. It was funny predator Juan keeping the journey interesting.