Sailing back to the the home port

We are on Montserrat in a Little Bay, the only anchorage on the island, that has been greatly effected by volcanic eruption. Since then life had moved to the north part of the island, where the smell of sulfur and volcanic ashes can not reach. Every time we stop here or sail by, we see new buildings high up in the hills, the sign of people's determination.

For us this is a resting place between Nevis and Guadeloupe, stretch too long to make it in a day and this time too windy and wavy to sail during the night. Except for the fishing boats rolling on the north swell, the bay looks deserted, quiet with only a few buildings overlooking the bay from the shore. From one of them, we are getting a strong Internet signal. Time to blog?

It is not easy looking back to all the bays we stopped, remembering them all. They all have their own characteristics, that in a month or two fade into the word Caribbean: turquoise water, blooming plants, sunsets and bright stars.



Approaching Deshaies, Guadeloupe before the storm




Close to home port