We spent Wednesday 6-10 through Sunday 6-14 in St Martin at the marina. The generator took two days and fired up on Saturday. Craig spent most of his time with Roger in the engine room. I explored the French side one afternoon with Kitty from S/V Falcon. This place is a shopping mecca since the entire island is duty-free. Fun shops abound…heavy on jewelry and European clothes. I wanted to hang around the La Perla lingerie store just to see what kind of idiot pays $350 for a bra made from $0.58 worth of fabric but we moved on to other adventures such as sampling French beer and buying fresh produce. The next day, Dave and I went dinghy riding across the lagoon and found ourselves in Sint Marteen, the Dutch side of the island. Excellent grocery stores and marine chandleries. Following that, Dave and Craig went for a day of boy adventures. Since I did not reveal the location of La Perla, they went to explore boat wrecks and a fort instead. We were prepared to sail on Sunday but found that we could not check out of the country because everything, and I mean everything, was closed. We prepared the boat for the upcoming passage and woke up early Monday morning so we could make it out through the draw bridge opening at 0830. After settling surprisingly low tabs with the marina and generator shop and checking out of St Martin, we took off around 1pm for the 180 mile run to Dominica.
Not sure I'd squeeze my half-mil catamaran through this skinny bridge....I was puckered and it's not even my boat....
The fort....why do the guns point into town????
The man, the myth (with security guard Ruby), the legend, the tourist.....
A perfect burial situation....
Roger getting down and dirty, on my cutting board; grocery shopping, French style....
Hakuna Matata at Mediterranean moor; the other side of a French marina...
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