An hour and half sail from “Le Rock” puts us into the upscale island of St. Barthelemy, a collective of the French otherwise known as St. Bart’s; play ground of the rich and famous or wannabe’s. Our previous harbors were empty and lonely compared to what we see in St. Bart’s. We’re also starting to feel a little bit of “size” anxiety comparing our boat to the many, many +100’ yachts we’re seeing. In the other harbors we had the big boat but not here. But you know they say it’s not the size of your boat that matters, only how you sail it!
After clearing customs again we had a chance to experience the upscale harbor village. It’s was a combination of Europe meets Caribbean look and feel.
We explored St. Bart on foot for an hour or so to get the lay of the land. This anchor from the 18th century was found in 1980 and brought here, apparently to give me anchor size anxiety now too.
There was almost an international incident when we stopped to sample some local brews and they brought three Blondes instead of the three IPA’s we ordered. John played the bad cop role for us and by the time the local gendarme arrived we had our IPA’s and our US Ambassador was instructed to stand down, at least for this round.
We had paninis and burgers and watched the pretty women and cool cars pass us by as we lingered in true cafe manner.
We spotted the French submarine fleet on the way back to our boat and began to understand why the Australian’s decided to buy US submarines instead of French.
And here’s the Gilmith, still anchored in +10 meters of water with only a 50 meter chain but she’s holding okay. Ideally we’d have 70 meters of chain out to improve the geometry for the anchor to hold but alas we only have 50m so with fingers crossed and mild winds we’ll find ourselves in the same location when we wake in the morn.
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Good night St. Bart's.
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