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Maria waiting for the sunset anchored at Marie Galante, Guadeloupe on Savannah Sky |
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Waiting for the sunset over Îles des Saintes, Guadeloupe |
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Kalinago and slave sacred burial ground near L'Anse à l'Âne, Martinique |
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l’Abricot view from our mooring in Fort de France, Martinique |
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Happy Hour on Cat Tales with Charlie and Anina (Prism) |
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A great dinghy dock with locking rings at Marie Galante, Guadeloupe. Other islands should be so nice as providing this kind of nice dinghy dock. |
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A busy street in Saint Louis, Marie Galante, Guadeloupe |
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Life is just a tire swing at Saint Louis, Marie Galante, Guadeloupe |
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A nice bike race on Marie Galante. The French come over from mainland Guadeloupe because there is no traffic here and the roads are also pretty flat! |
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A typical Ox cart on the streets in Saint Louis, Marie Galante, Guadeloupe, going to pick up a load of sugar cane. |
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Maria practicing her coffee handling skills on Savannah Sky. She doesn’t want to lose her touch, ha ha. |
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Our anchorage at Saint Louis, Marie Galante, Guadeloupe. 9 years ago, there were 5 boats in this anchorage. Today there are probably 50 boats, mainly French of course. |
S/Y Savannah Sky – March 9, 2025 – Log #23
Savannah Sky Position: 15 degrees 57’ N, 61 degrees 19’ W
Marie Galante, Guadeloupe, Caribbean
Oh La La – Marie Galante
It has been 9 years since we first sailed to Marie Galante, a small round island off the south coast of Guadeloupe, where we are now.
Columbus would still recognize this peaceful island where oxen pull carts and clomp down deserted streets carrying loads of sugar cane.
Columbus was here in 1493 and chose the name Marie Galante because he had run out of saintly names, so the story goes.
March has arrived in the tropics with puffy white clouds that ride through a deep blue azure sky on these Caribbean Trade Winds like sails upon the ocean.
Our long time sailing friends have scattered far and wide now, leaving Maria and I to ourselves at anchor among the French boats here.
We have a lot of time to reflect during these endless tropical days.
Some of our fellow sailors are heading north, some south, yet all heading for their eventual resting place for another upcoming hurricane season in the tropics.
It has been an interesting sailing season this year, as always. There have been lunches, dinners, happy hours, hikes, making new friends, dreams and oh so much more with our fellow adventurous sailors.
“We’ve mingled with the good people we meet, yeah
Good friends we have had, oh, good friends we've lost along the way, yeah
In this great future you can't forget your past
So dry your tears I say, yeah” – Thanks Bob Marley
Soon, we too will sail Savannah Sky further north to Antigua and the nice boatyard at Jolly Harbour for hurricane season.
Our insurance company tells us where and IF we can store Savannah Sky inside the hurricane box, helping us make the proper decision. This year they said yes to Antigua.
Maria and I decided we wanted to take a break from the more basic/rustic and hotter southern Caribbean Island of Grenada where we usually store Savannah Sky for hurricane season.
We’ve stayed in Antigua with “Aspen” during hurricane season before and the location suits our decision this year, along with the blessing of our insurance company, luckily.
We’ve still got a lot of water to sail this season but the finish line is definitely getting closer.
Sometimes I feel like a tire swinging in the breeze, living it day to day with the promise of tomorrow and a bright sunshiny day, I remind myself.
I’ve yet to find that African parakeet to teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss and pull a cork out of a bottle of wine though.
Sail on, sail on Savannah Sky…