Charlston, Nevis was our first stop after leaving the BVIs, and an extremely welcome port after a brutal 30 hour passage through gnarly squalls and 8-9 foot swells from Peter Island. (more…)
After an awesome time in Saba, our trip was finally coming to a close, and it was time to return home to the BVIs. We arrived at about 8:00 am after a starry overnight passage from Saba.
Saba was the Fifth stop on our Leeward Islands tour. It was easily the most bad-ass place we visited. Surrounded by a sheer rock face hundreds of feet high, covered in dense jungle, and with roads so steep you could barely stand up straight, it is an imposing place to say the least. It’s also the home of the Saba Triathlon, one of the most intense races I’ve ever heard of. Even so, Saba still has plenty of good Caribbean chill, and everybody there is super nice. It also has a very diverse local ecology, with lots of fruit trees and a wide variety of plants, birds and animals. All around, it was one of my favorite stops.
After a long night of partying in Gustavia, the next day was “Surf Day!” I’d never surfed before and was very excited to try it out. I couldn’t have asked for better weather or a more beautiful beach, and I had a lot of fun paddling around and trying to catch waves, although I only managed to ride a few. (more…)
The fourth stop we made on our voyage was the French island of St. Barthélemy, or St. Barth’s. The island is an “overseas collectivity,” making it basically a part of France. As such it really felt like a little piece of Europe in the middle of the Carribean. It was easily the most expensive island we visited, due in part to a not-so-favorable dollar-euro exchange rate, but it was well worth it, as we all had a great time feasting on crêpes, going to bars, trying to speak french to drunk locals, surfing, and shopping for souvenirs.
This summer I did a 20 sailing trip with Sea|Mester. We sailed from the British Virgin Islands to Nevis, Antigua, St. Barths, Saba, and back to the BVI’s. It was a thoroughly excellent adventure, unlike anything I’d ever done before. It was my first time flying alone, first time leaving continental North America, first time being on a boat for more than a few hours, first time visiting a foreign country other than Canada, first time sailing, first time surfing, first time cooking a meal for twenty people, and probably a bunch more that aren’t coming to me at the moment. Because I have so many pictures, I am going to split my account of the trip into several parts, and because I haven’t developed some of my film yet, I am starting with part three: Antigua.
A very important update in my life, which I have not yet mentioned on this blog, is my cat, Solomon! Christie, Enrico, and I adopted him from the Ewing animal shelter in April, right before we left 1146, and now he lives with us at our apartment in Lambertville. He is the cutest little cat you could imagine, and he is incredibly strange. He loves running around the house like a maniac, sleeping in the bathroom sink, playing in water, and socializing with English bulldogs. For the story of his first day with us, when we thought he was a girl, as well as his subsequent gender dilemma, see Enrico’s blog: here and here. And to have your tumblr dashboard overloaded with cute pictures of him, follow our all-Solomon-all-the-time tumblr, Solomon Done Fly.
Poor Blog, I’ve been neglecting you. I’ve been very busy though, and some interesting entries should be forthcoming. I hope. I just got back from a 20 day sailing trip in the Leeward Islands, and have been enjoying a few days’ rest before packing up again and heading to Minnesota with my family and my Christie. See you in two weeks!
We didn’t have much time with him, but we had a good conversation:
Our Valentine’s Day Breakfast: Spiced French Toast, Scrambled Eggs with Mozzarella, and Potato and Yam Home Fries with Rèmoulade Sauce