The sea is a cruel teacher and it taught me to never leave my deck shoes on the dingy anywhere including Sandy Island where we had dinner. Apparently our dinghy wasn’t far enough up the beach and my left shoe is now resting in Davy’s locker. Dan was nice enough to loan me his crocs for the day.
A few of us went ashore when we woke at Crocus Bay where I was able to find two replacement shoes and scare this nice shoe store lady to death when I asked her for a selfie with me.
Good bye Crocs, hello to my new island style shoes.
Walking back to Crocus Bay to the Gilmith which you can see just to the left all by its self out in the bay. Our experience so far is cruising is still suffering from COVID and there are no crowds.
If you’re like me you don’t know where I am so I thought I should show all of us. This evening as I sit on the back of the boat enjoying the setting sun I am the blue dot.
Zoomed in a bit you can see I’m east of Puerto Rico and north of Grenada where Reagan beat back the rebels in the 80’s and saved all of the American med school students from socialism.
Now you see me south of Anguilla where we’ve been the last few nights and east of the north tip of St. Martin where we first picked up our boat.
This is a closer shot of just St. Martin (French is north, and Dutch Sint Maarten is on the south side).
And thanks to Google Earth this is exactly where I am right now, moored 70 meters from the beach on a a little slip of barren island called Ile Tintamarre……
….having a whiskey on the rocks after a refreshing swim. We are the only people here tonight as we feed ourselves with big fat burgers cooked over charcoal, fried taters, and baked beans with a Merlot.
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Good night.
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