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West Indies Island News
Mollymawk Caribbean Newsletter: Saturday 23rd February
We knew Martinique was going to be different as soon as we stepped ashore on to the dock at Marin (on the
south east corner of the island) at 4 00 pm on
Saturday after a great sail from St Lucia. The skipper
goes straight up to this big black guy and asks: where
is the customs office, please?, to which the guy
replies: je ne parle pas Anglais. Not only the
language is different, so is the attitude of
practically everyone we met: arrogant, sullen - it
reminds me of Paris. It's amazing how we Europeans can
stamp our national traits on far away people. The
customs officer (a native of the island) asked for the
very first time in the skipper's long experience to
see the original ship's registration document, a
reminder that it was the French who invented
bureaucracy. Also familiar is the enormous amount that
has been spent here on what is a department of France
itself - and guess whose money (at least partially) is
it? - yes, ours. The roads are good and the shore-side
facilities are excellent.
It was soon evident that there was good news and bad
news for my Yankee friend. The good: it's euros here
which equate almost exactly to the US Dollar so he can
work out all the prices all by himself. The bad: he
can't speak a word of French which has stopped his
incessant stream of bullshit in its tracks.
So what have we done here? We finished off the curry
on Saturday night; on Sunday morning sailed round west
and northwards to a little place called Case Pilote,
arriving at 2.00 pm and leaving at 3.00 pm - the place
was shut (apart from a really scruffy locals' bar)
with no restaurant opening on the evening; and sailed
on north a further 7 miles to St Pierre and anchored
off the front by 5 .00 pm. This turned out to be a
delightful place, very clean and tidy with good
restaurants, supplies of food, ice etc. The town is
overlooked by Mount Pelee, a dormant volcano, now a
very picturesque backdrop to the town but on the 8th
May 1902 it was responsible for the deaths of 30,000
people when it erupted - the worse disaster to hit the
Caribbean ever.
We decided to stay two nights here and on Monday went
by bus in to the capital Fort de France. The day was
dominated by the bloody French customs officials
pissing us about - but that's what we've come to
expect of these people. The capital itself is a
bustling metropolis compared to most other places in
the Caribbean, is very pleasant (they do have style
after all) and for one hour at least Dave felt in some
sort of control - he found a MacDonald's for lunch.
(The skipper went with him: I refused and instead had
a very pleasant few glasses of wine and a warm goat's
cheese salad under a parasol all on my own.)
As I write we are motor sailing in light winds and a
calm sea the 30 miles to Dominica, whose enormous
profile looms up as we approach it. We should arrive
just after lunch.
All of us are not sad to see the end of our visit to
Martinique: c'est au revoir, et pas a bientot. |
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Trinidad to Grenada, plugged loo, Pappy's: Monday 4th February
Grenada, Carraicou to St. Vincent and the Grenadines: Thursday Feb 7th
Union Island, Castella's, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, Tobago Cays
Wallilabou, Bequia, Vieux Fort, a typical day, run over while in the dingy
St. Lucia, Marigot Bay, Soufriere, Rodney Bay, mooring knot comes loose
Martinique, St. Pierre, Mount Pelee
Dominica, Emerald Pool, Trafalgar Falls, Bay Leaf Oil extraction, Granny Jemima
The River Sallee, Guadaloupe to Antigua, Nelsons Dockyard
Antigua, Shirly Heights, St. Johns
St. James Club on Antigua, Nevis, Killer Bee's at Sunny's, Satia
St. Barts....aaaaah St. Barts, and Anguilla
British Virgin Isles, Foxy's on Jost Van Dyke, Tortolla, Virgin Gorda, Deadman's Cove, snokling on Sea Dog Island, Billy Bones on Norman Island
The showers of the Carribean!!!
Final Edition - St. John's and then back to Trinidad
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