We left blue lagoon and sailed, repeat sailed all the way to Rodney Bay to drop the anchor for overnight, then up at sunrise to sail on to Martinique. The passages between all the islands have confused, high seas and wind, along with a 2 - 4 knot current funneling past the land.
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| The not so grand Pitons. for perspective, the sailboats are much larger than ours |
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how do you spell pensive?
We entered Martinique thinking of going to Le Marin but since all the photos we could see showed about a thousand boats we decided to stop at St.Anne, a saint little town with only a hundred or two boats on anchor. As soon as we were anchored a fishing boat came up right behind us running fish/lobster/crab traps made from sticks and wire.
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| running traps |
The next day he entered an off shore contest and caught a 620 marlin which he smoked and had for sale in the open air fish market two days later. I enjoyed what I bought but Sally only ate half a bite. St. Anne turned out to be an absolute treasure, narrow one way streets with quaint little restaurants and shops lining the sidewalks so close you have to walk in the streets most of the time.
There was a long line of large yellow buoys marking an area of no anchoring, which turned out to be the edge of a sea plane landing strip. We have a front row seat but still waiting on something to touchdown besides seabirds.
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| approaching St. Anne and a yellow seaplane buoy |
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| St Anne dinghy dock and town sorta square |
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