Author: kerri

February 17th – 23rd, 2014 (-4 on UTC)

Dear F&F,

Yet another blustery 25 mile sail was at hand! A close reach with reefed main and (mostly) genoa.
Martinique would be our first French island of the season as well.

We pulled into Marin Bay at the southwest side of the island and picked up a mooring. Most notable was that the well protected bay was very much like many lagoons in the South Pacific and there were several hundred boats at mooring, on the docks or anchored out. This would be our first experience with \”e-seaclear\” check in system too. We went to the Marina office where the lovely local ladies, all very French, guided us through the computerized check in. This is an attempt by many of the islands to expedite the hundreds of boats coming and going while reducing time and costs of having customs and immigration officials having to be on site.

There are lots of marine services here and our most pressing need was to get a new battery for the dinghy motor as well as figure out why we\’re flooding the carburetor all the time? We had a nice meal at the \”Le Mayday Cafe\” and after much ado, found a reasonably priced battery. Our old one was load tested and they said it failed, but as future \”fixes\” would indicate; the battery may have been fine! The dinghy did indeed start with the new battery, but alas, that didn\’t last long…more on this later.

We did some area touring and for the most part, it was what it appeared to be. A picturesquely lovely giant boat storage and service area. There are a few nice beaches in the bay, most notably at the Club Med. There do not seem to be the hotel crowds we would expect to see, but there are lots of boats. The hotels we suspect are still in recovery from the world\’s economic woes. En-route to Fort-du-France, we stopped at Grand Anse for the night as it was getting dark. Along the way we passed Diamond Rock. Diamond Rock has a very interesting bit of history. It\’s a 250 foot high island, only 1/4 mile off shore and perhaps 100 yds wide. It is almost inaccessible by sea. Therein lies it\’s story. Apparently, when the British and the French were \”unhappy\” with each other in the late 1700\’s, a British officer figured out that the French ships had to pass close aboard Diamond Rock en route from Fort-du-France to Marin. As such, they hauled several cannons up on the rock which the French could not aim their ship\’s guns high enough to hit. The British called the rock \”HMS Diamond\” and in essence treated it as a vessel of the Royal Navy. As such, the British became a thorn in the side of the French along this short 15 mile route. Eventually, French Admiral Villeneuve took \”HMS Diamond\”, but had much difficulty in doing so. Napoleon, who never really understood the problems of fighting at sea, was most disappointed in his Admiral who took so long to overcome the British at Diamond Rock. Admiral Villeneuve, who was also tasked with chasing British Admiral Nelson (and couldn\’t find him), feeling slighted – went off to the Battle of Trafalgar to \”die in a glorious battle\”. Oddly, Lord Nelson was killed by a French sniper aboard his flag ship, \”HMS Victory\” and Admiral Villeneuve survived. The British won the day however and as such, Admiral Villeneuve, gained no fame for his actions. Napoleon as you can imagine, was not pleased.

As we entered the main bay at Fort-du-France, a most notable part of the area is the south side at \”Trois Pitons\”. This was the birthplace of Empress Josephine, Napoleon\’s wife, which of course was the reason Napoleon was so upset by \”HMS Diamond Rock\”. Napoleon was incensed that the birthplace of his wife was being bedeviled by the British and to defend her honor (and presumably his?), the rock had to be taken at any cost!

Fort-du-France, which would be our primary base of operations while here in Martinique is a lovely mix of the old and new. The anchorage is in the lee of the old Fort and there is a lovely dinghy dock provided by the town. Our first impression was a good one as there were literally a dozen English speaking tourist office personnel, scattered in town. They were very helpful in finding lots of places, shops and hire cars. We decided to hire a car and drive up the coast to see the town of St. Pierre, do the Mt. Pelee volcano and rain forest drive. While we had the car, we took advantage of shopping at Carrefours and the Hyper-U mart (which was actually much nicer). We were a bit pressed for car time as we couldn\’t return the car at the waterfront on the weekend and had to take it to the airport.

The next day we motored up the lee of the island to St. Pierre. We had visited the town on the northwest corner of the island the day before and found out lots about it\’s fascinating history. The area in the north of Martinique was covered in Sugar Plantations. In 1902, Mt. Pelee began to \”act up\”. After many months of showing that an eruption might occur, one did. It buried one plantation completely, many of the workers and owners were lost on the side of the mountain. Local officials, knowing that the harvest season was upon them, discouraged the town\’s populace and nearby plantations from evacuating. Tax revenues were at stake. On May 8th, Ascension Day, Mt. Pelee awoke in a big way at 8:02 a.m. There were 30,000 people in St. Pierre and 12 ships in the bay. Within minutes, all but two people perished and all 12 vessels lit on fire. A few managed to escape, but most of them did not. They are now wreck dives, part of the marine park off St. Pierre.

The original disaster film of the 1960\’s was \”The Devil at 4 O\’Clock\”. It starred Spencer Tracy as a French Priest and Frank Sinatra as a criminal.
The group of three criminals were told if they helped evacuate the orphanage on the side of the volcano, their sentences would be commuted. The last ship would wait for them till just before \”4 O\’Clock\” the next day. If they were late, they would be resigned to their fate by the volcano. I\’ll let you rent the DVD to see the film, but just as in the film, one of the only two survivors of the real event was a criminal locked in a stone cell.

We\’d spent time ashore there as we visited by car the previous day. We also met up with s/v \”Island Explorer\” from South Africa. Doug and Ursula were our slip mates during the off season in Trinidad. After a one night stay, we were off to Dominca, one of the lesser developed islands of the Eastern Caribbean.

Stand by for more,
Scott and Nikki (writing from St. Bart\’s and the famous \”Bucket\” Regatta…an entire blog will be devoted to this event!)

February 4th – 8th, 2014 (-4 on UTC)

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Dear F&F,

We had a bit of a bumpy departure from Bequia to St. Vincent for the short trip to the \”Blue Lagoon\”.
Blue Lagoon is an enclosed reef with a very shallow entrance on the south side of St. Vincent. The trip was only a few hours and it was nice to get inside the lagoon for rest on a nice mooring. This would be our main base for exploring as it was close to the Capital (Kingston) and very secure.
The shopping was just so so, but we\’re well stocked and that\’s not of much concern…..yet!

We took the dinghy for a tour of the area and went to Duvernette Island where the English placed cannons for defense on top of the very steep cliffs. The island is only a 3 minute dinghy ride around and about 250 feet high, but very secure defense for aiming down on unsuspecting ships. These were placed in the late 18th century and used primarily as defense against the \”Caribs\” who were very fierce and warlike; presenting the largest obstacle for European colonization of the Eastern Caribbean.

Just shoreward of Duvernette, was Young Island. This is a fairly exclusive resort that Bill Gates apparently rented out once upon a time. We had some nice drinks a mini tour of the island and it\’s facilities. Most of the island is cliffs, but the resort has a very protected nice stretch of white sand beach. A dinghy dock was a nice feature and their welcoming of \”yachties\” to use the restaurant. We met an M.D. from the US who was here as a volunteer surgeon in the local hospital. We\’ve met lots of volunteers around the world. They volunteers are always interesting, do great work and meeting them enhances our voyage.

The next day we hired a car and drove up to Georgetown on the windward coast to do the Soufrierre volcano hike. Soufriere in French means \”a place of sulfer\”. There are several volcanos in the Caribbean referred to as \”The Soufriere\”. Their is a new international airport being built along this shore as the current airport is a bit dodgy and cannot take the long haul aircraft. As we approached roads end to begin a bit of a climb up the lower east side of the volcano, we went over several detours and washed out bridges. This was the result of a short duration late season tropical storm on Christmas Eve.

We were told to drive to the parking lot and our guide \”Butcher\” would meet us. He was not as threatening as his name sounds! Quite a nice chap. This approach to the volcano is the easy way. A four hour round trip hike through the rain forest to the top. These mountain tops are often in the clouds and unfortunately, we picked a very cloudy day. Nonetheless, it was quite an exciting hike and I literally walked the bottom off my tennis shoes. I ended the hike in the tops of the shoes with my socks completely on the ground (photos to follow when I can!).

The hike was in the mist and the river was flowing, but not too much. When we got above the canopy, the rain came and believe it or not, we were freezing cold! Yeah, I know it sounds strange. The temperature in the forest was a humid 85 deg F. The top of the volcano\’s rim was about 60 deg F. Add the wind and rain and you quickly see the problem of wearing shorts and light shirts. When we got to the top, we were clouded out. We could see perhaps 100 feet down from the rim. We were told that on a clear day, you could see the existing lava dome forming and a bit of steam. A few people told us you can see where the lava is close to the surface. The hike from the leeward (west side) is apparently 6 hours round trip and quite steep. It was hard enough as it was!

After the excitement of the day, we decided to move on to Kearton\’s Bay, home of the \”Rock Side Cafe\”. Just before we left, we did a quick breakfast at the Cobblestone Inn in downtown Kingston. The experience was lovely and the most interesting thing was….there is NO PARKING anywhere. When they designed town, they literally forgot about where to put the cars. As such, it\’s a hodgepodge and quite daunting as we had to park inbetween two open drainage ditches in the middle of more than a great deal of traffic.

We checked out Walliabou Bay first, but all the mooring were taken or too close to each other and the anchorage was very deep. As such, we moved back around the corner to the Rock Side Cafe. The cafe is owned by Orlando and Rosi (Rosie). Rosie is an expat from Germany and Orlando a local chap. Due to the tightness of the mooring field, we had to tie up bow and stern. Only one other boat was there, he too from Germany. They knew friends Nancy and Burger Zapf of s/v \”Halekai\”. We enjoyed the meal and had a lovely nights rest. Just before dark, we had a customs vessel come by to check papers. A first in the Caribbean.

The next day, we dinghied around the corner to Walliabou Bay. This is the bay where the last \”Pirates of the Caribbean\” film was shot. There is a kitschy museum with the memorabilia and we took a few photos which would look familiar if you watched the film. The town was worth the hour we spent there. Their dock was severely damaged from a Hurricane in 2008, so it was a bit tricky getting in and out of the dinghy.

We decided to move on to the final bay, Chateaubelair, before our trip to St. Lucia. We anchored in the north side of the bay with several other boats who had the same plans as we did. The checkout ashore was very simple, but landing was not! Their town dock was also wiped out in 2008. I anchored the dinghy off the dock and Nikki stayed with it while I scampered up the dock and took our boat papers. The customs gal met us at the dock and asked why \”my daughter\” wasn\’t coming ashore? Nikki got a kick out of that! We were approached by a local guy (Boy Boy) with fruits and veg to sell. He made an arduous shore hike to get near the boat almost a half mile from where we met him. We took the dinghy to the beach where we bought Limes, coconut, nutmeg and papaya for 20EC (about 7$US). Boy Boy saw the stainless steel wheel struts and big tires I have on the dinghy and was insistent that he wanted to buy them. Right then and there!
I told him I needed them and he could look at them and copy the design with a local welder. He really wanted to buy them. He asked how much, so I flippantly said 1000.00 US. He didn\’t seem too dissuaded, but I again quickly re-iterated that I needed them and they weren\’t for sale. Yes, there are strange happenings out here in cruising land…:-)

The anchorage was tropical with high cliffs completely covered in jungle. There were goats and cows running wild and we could here them along with the ubiquitous tree frogs that have an unusual high pitch and are everywhere in the Caribbean.

We had a charter boat anchor right on top of our anchor and fortunately, the next morning had just enough room to clear his boat when we picked it up.
The winds were up and we had a blustery 25 mile sail to Soufriere, St. Lucia. The arrival there is breath taking with the Grand and Petite Pitons. More on that in our next installment.
Stand by!

At the time of this writing, I\’m behind. We have been onward to St. Lucia, Martinique, Dominica, Guadeloupe, Antigua and Barbuda! We are currently back in Antigua in a very private and calm bay with emerald green water; gin clear. We think our next stop will be to Montserrat.

I\’l try and catch up as quickly as we can, internet allowing!
Scott and Nikki (Ten Pound Bay, Green Island, Antigua)