{"id":66,"date":"2007-01-15T00:20:08","date_gmt":"2007-01-15T00:20:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/2007\/01\/15\/naomi-visits-us-in-martinique\/"},"modified":"2025-10-01T17:03:14","modified_gmt":"2025-10-01T17:03:14","slug":"naomi-visits-us-in-martinique","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/?p=66","title":{"rendered":"Naomi visits us in Martinique"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>More fun in Martinique<\/p>\n<p>We left Grande Anse d&#8217;Arlet early on Friday morning headed for St. Anne<br \/>\non the SE edge of Martinique.  It is only a 16 nm sail, but for most of<br \/>\nthe trip you have to head directly into the wind.  The winds were<br \/>\nstrong, but luckily, the seas were not terribly rough, and we had a<br \/>\nbeautiful &#8220;motor&#8221; into St. Anne&#8217;s anchorage.  This is apparently a very<br \/>\npopular spot in Martinique, and we can see why. The anchorage is huge,<br \/>\nand reasonably protected from any swell.  It has mountains around it,<br \/>\nbut they are not terribly high, so they allow for a nice breeze to blow<br \/>\nthrough the anchorage.  The town is an adorable little tourist town with<br \/>\na good patisserie, several restaurants, well stocked grocery stores, a<br \/>\ncouple of fruit stores, plus a daily market where they vend all sorts of<br \/>\nfruits and vegetables, plus a huge variety of spices and flavored rums.<br \/>\nVery friendly and clean and French ( garbage cans everywhere and<br \/>\npublic toilets &#8211; both important things in the scheme of things).  We had<br \/>\nto check in to Martinique as we had already been in the country for a<br \/>\ncouple of days without checking in at either St. Pierre or Grand Anse,<br \/>\nso as soon as we anchored we jumped in the dinghy and headed across the<br \/>\nbay to the town of Le Marin where the customs office is.  It was a 3<br \/>\nmile dinghy ride, and much to our chagrin, the wind was so strong and<br \/>\nthe seas so choppy that it was a pretty uncomfortable ride.  Marin is a<br \/>\nhuge yachting center as well as the major yacht chartering marina around<br \/>\nhere and there were literally hundreds of boats in the harbor and at the<br \/>\ndocks. We managed to find the customs office at 12:20, just 10 minutes<br \/>\nbefore they closed for the day.  They checked us in incredibly quickly<br \/>\nand efficiently &#8211; and we were done before 12:30.    Starving, hot and<br \/>\nthirsty, we stopped at the big local seaside restaurant there &#8211; and had<br \/>\na bad, slow, but otherwise enjoyable lunch.  Sometimes the French style<br \/>\nof serving can be frustrating &#8211; talk about taking it easy &#8211; they are so<br \/>\nleisurely &#8211; I don&#8217;t think you can have a lunch in less than 2 hours<br \/>\nanywhere. Interesting.  We spent 90 minutes in an internet cafe trying<br \/>\nto catch up on communications, and then headed back to the boat in<br \/>\ncalmer winds and seas than when we arrived.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"Naomi on the dock in St. Anne, Martinique by markmpitt, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sabbatical3\/2261754972\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" alt=\"Naomi on the dock in St. Anne, Martinique\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2186\/2261754972_113e0e53be.jpg\" \/><\/a>Mark&#8217;s sister Naomi arrived at the square in front of the church in St.<br \/>\nAnne at the appointed time yesterday, along with some incredibly heavy<br \/>\nbags filled mostly with gifts for Bernita&#8217;s family in St. Lucia.<br \/>\nBernita has provided loving care to Mark&#8217;s mother in New York City for<br \/>\nthe past four years.  We had to use a halyard and winch to bring the<br \/>\nbags onto the boat.  That evening we returned to St. Anne to walk<br \/>\naround, tried to make some phone calls, and had a lengthy dinner.  This<br \/>\nmorning we checked out the open air market in St. Anne before hiking<br \/>\nalong a trail that paralleled the coast with the goal of visiting the<br \/>\nbeach at Anse Salines. It was a bit more of a walk then we bargained for<br \/>\nso we headed back after crossing Pointe Dunkerque with a view to St.<br \/>\nLucia.  It started to rain hard just as we approached the Restaurant<br \/>\nOuai Ouai adjacent to the Hotel Caritan.  Rain squalls this time of year<br \/>\nusually last all of ten minutes (except in the mountains), but this one<br \/>\nlasted all afternoon. We had a 2 1\/2 lunch overlooking the beach as the<br \/>\nrain beat down on the roof.  When we left it was still raining although<br \/>\nnot as hard.  We picked up two of these great rotisserie chickens and a<br \/>\ncouple cases of Didier, our favorite sparkling water, and returned to<br \/>\nthe dinghy which had a 6 inches of water in the bottom.  We left the<br \/>\ndinghy pump on &#8220;Sabbatical III&#8221; and could not bail it out.  It did not<br \/>\nmatter since we were wet from the rain and it was raining still.  Upon<br \/>\narrival at the boat, Laura and Naomi skinny-dipped while Mark kept his<br \/>\nnose strategically in a book.  Tomorrow morning we have to go to Marin<br \/>\nto perform the required check-out before sailing off to Rodney Bay, St.<br \/>\nLucia, weather permitting.<\/p>\n<p>L. &#038; M.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>More fun in Martinique We left Grande Anse d&#8217;Arlet early on Friday morning headed for St. Anne on the SE edge of Martinique. It is only a 16 nm sail, but for most of the trip you have to head directly into the wind. The winds were strong, but luckily, the seas were not terribly &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/?p=66\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Naomi visits us in Martinique&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[21,1],"tags":[21],"class_list":["post-66","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-caribbean","category-other","tag-caribbean"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=66"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=66"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=66"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabbatical3.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=66"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}