1st stop, Martinique

Three weeks and three days spent in Beautiful Martinique, all will be missed but many memories will be never be forgotten. Living for the first time in a place where not a lick of English is spoken, has been nothing less than an eye opening experience. Mom I thought you talked a lot with your hands, but oh my go somewhere that no one understands your language, and we’ll see who talks with their hands.
On Friday January sixth we moved aboard Blue Beach. Walking down the dock in Le Marin I had no idea what to expect, approaching the end of the dock I could only see a piece of the bow, and the mast that seemed to go for ever into the sky. Then there I was standing in front of what I was going to call home speechless. Being one of those amateur sailors who doesn’t know the bow from the stern I was thoroughly impressed. The best way to describe Blue beach is one of those boats that makes you stop and take interest immediately even if you don’t know anything about boats. Mind you this was just the outside, inside was a little piece of heaven. Mrs. Poynter gave me the grand tour and I followed with a tear in my eye. Such detail in everything from the counter tops, to the teak I was in sheer amazement.
Henry and Annabel took a bit of time to get use to their new home, but so far so good. We have only lost a Henry shovel- not a Henry, so we think we are doing well.
Everyday has come with new surprises, our first dingy ride was to St. Anne to the beach, not a bad destination. Great big beach filled with every age roup of people there are. We made part of our daily schedule to get to the beach in the afternoon for a little cool off. Another day brought our first motor with everyone aboard, including the project manager for Oyster. Very exciting 45 minutes!
If any of you know me well, you know I have some problems with motion sickness I am glad to report no motion sickness so far! Although, the land sickness gets me everytime I leave the boat. I guess floating for a large majority of my day will result in a reaction to lack of motion.
We have spent two weeks and three days on the end of dock #3 next to the fuel pumps next to charter sailboat central. The things I have seen hanging out in the cockpit are etched in my brain forever.
Alvin the crazy dingy driver whom every night would lay atop the sides of the dingy and drive with his feet singing at the top of his lungs god knows what songs. After two weeks of getting a chuckle in his expense every night Mrs Poynter found out his name and his home country. He grew up in Jamaica which meant he could speak very good English, so then everyday after he would come an make faces and play with Henry.
The first people I hung out with on the island Mr. Poynter hooked me up with. Three people on a huge ass tender to a boat named Helois all from Australia. Next on the social agenda was some guys from the largest sailing catalmarian in the world surname Douce France. All of them from various parts of the U.K. and France, it was very interesting to see their point of view of Americans.
Chaz one of the british guys I hung out with a few more times he invited me this past Sunday to find the 30 meter waterfall with him and two other crew members. These were very special crew members from a very familiar place. John and Laura live/work aboard a 65ft. Swan named Tihama, the familiar place could have been anywhere in the U.S. and I would have said it was close, but to make it even more ironic, they were from Minnesota. So the four of us set out for a place we had no idea of its location. We made a pit stop at the local Mcdonalds…not any better on a French island! We asked directions, and with their broken English, and chaz’s broken French we though we know where we were headed. We parked the rental and headed into the rainforest on foot. We walked through an amazing forest didn’t find the waterfall, but had a great hike besides. After the muddy, hot hike we drove to St. Pierre a village in Martinique that got take out in 1902 by a huge volcanic lava slide, leaving only two to survive, an old man in his cellar and a criminal in the local penetentary. Very cute little place with a lot of resembelance of New Orleans (French influence). Next stop was Fort De France the capital, and biggest city in Martinique. Not too impressed with the place, we just did a quick drive through and headed to St. Anne our neighbor city to Le Marin for dinner.
Being on the end of the dock as I said we see a lot of action, there was a regatta that started in Spain and ended in Le Marin Martinique right next to us. Later that night I set out to check my email in the local bar Mango Bay and found John and Laura hanging out. I joined their table and right there my quiet night of email checking turned for the best. The entire crew of the Spanish regatta joined us at the bar celebrating their arrival with champagne and song. John and Laura invited them to come celebrate on Tihama,. And man did we celebrate. Now I was on a French island hanging out with a bunch of Spanish guys, whom only some of them spoke English. Hit another language barrier, but didn’t slow a thing down.
This afternoon we are saying c’est la vie to le Miran and anchoring outside of St. Anne where we will stay only for the night and head out to St. Lucia in the morning. Our first sail, I will definetly update you on that asap.
Love and miss you all….Katie signing out.
Sorry about the mistakes, I was on a time crunch….

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  1. thats quite the adventure. PS, katie got one picture to me before her internet blew up. And since im such a nice guy, i’ll post it for you all to see 🙂

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