St. Pierre, Martinique

Yesterday we brought Marie and Crister to the waiting taxi at Anse Martin to get to the Martinique Airport. Almost two weeks spent together with walking, snorkeling, sailing, eating and of course enjoying the company. We already miss them. Today we sailed 3 hours north to the historic town of St. Pierre. This town was the capital of Martinique until Ascension Day 1902. That day meant the immediate death of 30,000 people exposed to a volcanic eruption of Mount Péele. All but two inhabitants were killed.

Today the village, much smaller than it was end of the 1800’s, is a sleepy but very nice and relaxed oasis. Sailing yachts are anchored on a narrow shelf of 3-7 meters depth that quickly descends to 100’s of meters so careful anchoring is essential. Today we had one of many nice reunions; Dan on the Gecco 39 Katrina who was our neighbor in Las Palmas in the Canarias, and in December Cape Verde. We had a nice tims sharing our different experiences of the journey this far.

Rainbow over Martinique