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Leaving Eden

Friday, May 14th, 2010

First: as we leave Dominica for a 40 mile trip to Martinique; Dirk and Silvia aboard Lison Life just crossed the equator enroute to the Galapogos. Congrats to the new Shellbacks. Remember we came down from North Carolina with them a few months ago.¬† They don’t let any grass grow under them; or in boat parlance, don’t let any barnacles get on their hull. ūüôā

At Roseau (the capitol of Dominica) we were on a mooring and there was a local on the dock, yelling about the rich cruisers, the cruise ships and what ever else popped into his head. We didn’t like seeing him or hearing about it.

A couple of days before moving to Rosaeu and leaving Dominica we bought a support dinner at the “Big Pappas” restaurant. Alexis came by in his boat and offered tickets of 50 EC each for all you could eat and drink. Since we had planned on donating to the safety cause anyway we figured this would be better as we would get to eat and meet other cruisers too!

And I met two French couples that lived and worked in Guadeloupe. Their English was better then my French and they had a good time laughing at my pronunciations and helping me to correct them while I picked their brains about living and working in Guadeloupe. Maxi was a physical therapist, Blanche, an LD teacher, Ellen a hospice or oncology nurse (never was sure which), and¬† (Sorry can’t remember his name and can’t find my notes) ¬† an electrician. They all moved from the European continent¬† to live here and actually said the pay is higher here than in Europe. If only we would have met them as we were going to Guadeloupe! But some things aren’t to be.

After imbibing so much and eating too little we retired to the boat for a full day of recovery.

The following day we took our $30 US cart from K-Mart¬† and the dinghy to the dock at the base of the river and walked up to their 7 –¬† 11 like store next to Ross University where I proceeded to purchase all their Caffeine Free Diet Coke. (I’ve not had any aboard for a month and was getting tired of ice tea). So we hauled my cache (and some of W/ diet coke) and two bags of ice back to the dinghy and back to the boat where we hung out and spent the rest of the day playing Sudoku, chess, reading, and working on pictures for the blog.

That evening we struck the awnings and prepared to depart Portsmouth for the Capitol of Dominica, Roseau.¬† We were met by a local from Sea Cat who helped us tie (we didn’t need it) to a mooring where we paid 10 US for the night. We had internet and a slight roll and a “Boat Boy”¬† (That’s what boaters call them but mostly they’re men between 20 and 40) and this guy made sure to say “Remember to tip the one who helped you with a mooring).¬† Generally I wouldn’t succumb to this kind of extortion,¬† but in Roseua we hadn’t heard a lot of cruisers talking highly of it; actually none talked positive in any way so we tipped¬† him 7 EC.

We discussed leaving the boat but since this was a rather open area, not many boats, weird people hanging around, we decided to stay aboard. An hour or so later we were treated to a rant by an adult male on the docks 100 meters from us. The restaurant we thought about going to didn’t look open,¬† the dinghy dock didn’t look inviting and as we pondered this some divers took to doing a night dive under the boat and around the boat.¬† Nervous from the history of the area, of things we’d heard, nervous from the rant on the dock,¬† and tired of the rolling of the boat on the mooring we choose to stay aboard and leave early the next am.

We had the boat off the mooring by about 6 am and were motoring towards Martinique. In the passage between the two islands we checked into the Coconut Telegraph on 4060 USB on SSD at 8 am and reported our position, and wind and sea conditions.

We ended up sailing about 2/3  the way to Martinique. We motored for  a bit having fallen into the lee of Mt. Pelee, then had a pleasant sail till a squall out of Fort de France bay hit us topping out at around 40 kts.  We dropped sail before the squall struck and motored the last hour to Fort de France where we anchored in 30 feet of water in front of the town right off the old fort.

Fair Winds