Death March

So, Kirstin likes hiking and I like marital harmony.............so, by Modus Ponens (for our Ukrainian audience with PHDs in Math), I like hiking too.

Martinique is blessed (read cursed) with hiking trails everywhere..............and the intrepid cruiser community who is waiting out hurricane season marches all over the island on these paths. It's a 6-7 times daily ritual to meet a European with an indeterminent (yet foreign accent.......remember the hotties in James Bond movies who would swoon when he entered a room and say Oh, Jimmz) where you exchange the one word you both know in French............Bonjour. As you get out of earshot, both couples speculate on the origin of the other couple.

Tom/Kirstin- "Could be Swedish or Norwegian, but there's only like 10 million of them and we've seen at least 8 million in Martinique so far"

Random Euros- "Americans or Canadians.............but they weren't drinking and it's 10:30 AM so let's guess Americans".

The scenery is stunning................beach, jungle, and lots of wildlife..............endless weird red crabs running in and out of their holes....................and one scary rat-like thing that had huge fangs............wouldn't be against him in a fight with a cat. Yesterday we hiked for eight miles - and it felt like that this morning. 

Anyway, we've begun to solve our ongoing internet problems and we're communicating regularly to relatives.................."Oh, so that's what my cousin Scott looks like".

We've gotten back to watching the weather very intently as we're now close to the danger time for hurricanes and tropical storms. Yikes. The squalls, when they come, are a bit more frequent and intense. Every cruiser has a hurricane horror story that happened to a friend of a friend - and seem eager to share.