Martinique

The next morning I left the anchorage at Fort Saint Louis and went to a place called Californie in the Cohé du Lamentin only a few miles away. This place wasn’t particularly pretty (there was a huge oil refinery in the background) but it was unbelievably quiet and had access to some good stores. I needed to repair my dinghy again and bought a wooden pole, some groceries, a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Shlepping my bags back to the beach (3km) was no easy task and I was very happy when a lady in a car stopped and asked if the monsieur would still have to walk far.
She drove me all the way to the dinghy and I was very relieved since it was early afternoon and the sun was boiling again.

Another rough sailing day unfortunately. We had the wind from our back and would have gone wing on wing but the spinnaker boom broke. We now had a flapping foresail and rough seas and were much too slow. It wasn’t fun but it wasn’t scary, only a bit frustrating. Martinique would be crowded because of the Carnaval and so we were happy to find a vacant mooring buoy in front of the Marina L’etang Z’abricots where we were told we would have to leave by ten the next morning but this was better than nothing. We had arrived just before dark and were tired and a bit frustrated. The weather forecast had announced a cold front with storm force gusts passing through that night and we were never sure when that would happen and if we would make it to safety in time. Obviously we had made it and the party lights for the cockpit needed to come out and brighten the mood.

Category: Martinique

Californie and St. Pierre (Martinique)