Martinique - there are no bad seats

Crypt with a view

Beep, beep.........I'm on a hospital bed with a doctor and nurse nearby and medical device noises all around....."Doctor, his cholesterol is dropping"..........."Nurse, start a cheese IV right away"........I wake up from my dream, but it's not a dream. We have to leave the French Caribbean tomorrow.

Six weeks in a wonderful world of baguettes, fresh fish, fruit, diving and hiking are coming to an end. OK, St. Lucia is nice too (our destination) but it has the misfortune of being the island south of Martinique.

Despite the exercise we've had, we feel like we've gotten a bit sailing lazy........putting off projects, reading 4-5 hours a day..........in short, suffering from the cruisers affliction of trying to fit 2 hours of work into a 24 hour day. While Kirstin is reading some highbrow revolutionary war thing, I've gotten deep into gangs.......my third book on inner city gang warfare, politics, and business practices. With disposable income, supply chain and distribution problems, as well as rampant turnover......I think Bain and the 8-Trey Gangstas might have some business they can do.

Today during our hike we run into our new cruiser acquaintance Gabi and her dog.......and proceed to talk for an hour on the hiking trail........for the third time this week. Gabi seems to have as much time to waste as us which is unimaginable.

On to St. Lucia.

Anchorage - St. Anne, Martinique