We arrived in Ste. Pierre, on the northern side of Martinique on 18 March. Although one must observe local laws regarding immigration and customs, it’s easy in Martinique. Check in at Ste. Pierre is done on a computer at the local internet café – no fees. Welcome to France!
St. Pierre is a small fishing village located at the base of Mt. Pelee, an extinct volcano almost a mile high that devastated the town in 1902, killing all of its inhabitants, save two, one of whom was a condemned prisoner. Today, it’s a nice place to anchor and reprovision (baguette, cheese and wine). This we did, as well as wash clothes at a Laundromat (something hard to find in the islands). Our efforts to reprovision, however, were still being frustrated by the general strike, even though it had been over for weeks.
Once chores were done, we endeavored to see some of the island’s interior, decided to mount a campaign to climb Pelee. For a modest fare, we hopped a local bus which was to take us to a trail leading to the mountain’s summit. Our plan was thwarted by weather. Mt. Pelee was covered in clouds and mist and we were told that the trail was closed during rain so we spent the afternoon in Morne Rouge, an almost alpine village, located on a ridge (or morne) with spectacular views of the sea and washed by refreshing misty breezes.
After three nights, we headed south, stopping at the lower corner of the island in picturesque Grand Anse D’Arlet. Owing to it’s proximity to the island’s major city, and its beauty, this is a popular recreation site for Martiniquans. We shared the anchorage with three 3-masted schooners and numerous cruisers. The water was quite clear with great snorkeling but, with the much anticipated visit nearing of Bill’s son and daughter-in-law, Alex and Faith, our stay in this spot was limited.
St. Pierre is a small fishing village located at the base of Mt. Pelee, an extinct volcano almost a mile high that devastated the town in 1902, killing all of its inhabitants, save two, one of whom was a condemned prisoner. Today, it’s a nice place to anchor and reprovision (baguette, cheese and wine). This we did, as well as wash clothes at a Laundromat (something hard to find in the islands). Our efforts to reprovision, however, were still being frustrated by the general strike, even though it had been over for weeks.
Once chores were done, we endeavored to see some of the island’s interior, decided to mount a campaign to climb Pelee. For a modest fare, we hopped a local bus which was to take us to a trail leading to the mountain’s summit. Our plan was thwarted by weather. Mt. Pelee was covered in clouds and mist and we were told that the trail was closed during rain so we spent the afternoon in Morne Rouge, an almost alpine village, located on a ridge (or morne) with spectacular views of the sea and washed by refreshing misty breezes.
After three nights, we headed south, stopping at the lower corner of the island in picturesque Grand Anse D’Arlet. Owing to it’s proximity to the island’s major city, and its beauty, this is a popular recreation site for Martiniquans. We shared the anchorage with three 3-masted schooners and numerous cruisers. The water was quite clear with great snorkeling but, with the much anticipated visit nearing of Bill’s son and daughter-in-law, Alex and Faith, our stay in this spot was limited.
Photos: Relaxing at local cafe in St. Pierre; children's sailing training regatta; house with flowers; fishing boats on beach; beach at Anse D'Arlet; sunset view of Anse D'Arlet from our boat.
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