We knew of each other through mutual friends Bob and Janice on Tsamaya, but we didn't run into each other until St. Martin. *A quirky side note - Denise & Jean Pierre, and Bob & Janice were married on exactly the same day!
We shared drinks and meals and games of dice, and I have a newfound appreciation for Pastis thanks to Jean Pierre. He makes a mean Ti Punch too.
|A well known site to cruisers coming and going via the French bridge|
|Odd bits on the front desk at the shop - did not inspire confidence.|
|Jean Pierre and Skip don't seem worried though.|
The shop (for anyone in need of such information) was behind what used to be the Shell Station, behind the wall with the blue shutters and the HIELO machine, down the road from the Cost-U-Less after the second round about in town. Got that? Given more or less those directions we found the place and Pablo (below) set us right.
|You can tell by his blue fingers that he resprayed our motor blue after fixing it. Safety first!|
|Skip and JP inspect the fix.|
|Denise wisely brings a sarong to ward off the chill in the overly air conditioned Cost-U-Less.|
Leader Price, found down island as well has all kinds of fun things, including about ten different kinds of chocolate cereal, proving that French kids have as diets as crappy as most American kids.
And on their non-nutritious cereal, they have a choice of using liquid milk, powdered milk or... milk that you squeeze out of a tube?!
Clearly we needed a little translation on some items... thankfully Denise and Jean Pierre could help out.
Here are two random shots for two of my sisters.... Rebeco beer for Rebecca and dog food for Ruth who has multiple dogs and will LOVE the puppy at the end of this blog. (Oops... I should've given a spoiler alert there.)
The day Skip and I bused into Philipsburg there were SIX cruise ships docked. The beach was a crush of people, umbrellas, beach chairs and vendors hawking Sint Maarten hats and T-shirts. Tucked between all the shops there was a great little museum that highlighted the island's Arawak past. We spent a little time there then sat and had a beer and decided that was enough of Philipsburg for us. We bused back to the French side and dinghied over to Absaroque for drinks and a few games of dice.
|Philipsburg - not exactly a peaceful island hideaway.|
I'd seen an article about what I thought was a museum on the road to Grand Case, that I wanted to see, but it turned out to be a showroom for marble and stone work. The owner, Patrick Lapierre was there when we stopped in and gave us a mini tour of the place. His kitchen and bath designs are hi-tech and understated - and he showcases local artists as well.
|Denise checks in with the rebar iguana at the entry.|
|My. Favorite. Thing. In. The. Whole. Place.|
|That's me imagining myself asleep in this tub.|
|Patrick Lapierre gives us some details about the artists.|
I didn't half capture the place, so here's a link to his web site if you want to see more. There were sculptures made from petrified wood, rebar, shells, engine parts and just about everything else you can imagine. It was a look into the imagination of different artists and an inspiring stop.
Back on Saralane we reinstalled the windlass motor. Remember the windlass motor? The initial problem was that the windlass was slowing, which seemed to indicate that the gearbox needed to be removed and cleaned. It should have been no problem, but we couldn't get the damn thing off. No amount of banging, heating, threatening or voodoo hexing did the trick. In the process, we either discovered that one of the posts on the motor was broken, or, we broke it trying to get the gearbox out. Either way we saved ourselves future angst by seeing the problem and getting it fixed by Pablo at the shop behind the wall with blue shutters and the HIELO machine.
But... that still leaves the gearbox unserviced. And with the fixed motor reinstalled, the windlass is STILL slow so we haven't solved the problem. One more chore kicked back down to the bottom of the to-do list.
We dinghied to the Capitainerie to clear out and made a stop at Shrimpy's to say thanks to Mike for his input on the windlass. And... we saw this! Mike and Sally Anne's new puppy, Flipflop. Floppy for short. Is he cute or what?
|Floppy - at Shrimpy's Laundry|
|Shrimpy on the left, making his displeasure known to Floppy, the bundle of black fur on the right.|
We've been anchored more or less in the same area for most of our time here and Skip noticed this funky boat/dinghy near us. The double ended one in the center of this photo... and is asking for guesses about it's construction. There's no reward for the correct guess... just bragging rights.
Slow windlass or not, it was time to pull up the anchor and get moving. Friends Adri and Daryl whose boat Leila is on the hard for a bit of work see us off as we pass by. Back to work you two! Hope you're in the water again soon.
We take the early bridge out of the lagoon and just keep going. The wind is 15 to 20 from the NE - oh happy day! This means less banging into waves and wind than we usually do. We have a great sail and zip along around 7 knots the whole trip. Our fishing luck is still all bad luck though and before sunset I reel in our untouched line.
We had the anchor down in Deep Bay, Antigua before midnight and the next day we sailed around to Jolly Harbor to clear customs.
|Flying our Q flag on the way into Jolly Harbor|
Or maybe it's named for the Hawksbill turtles in the area... there's been one swimming around the boat since we arrived in Deep Bay.
I still see a cupcake.