From Ste-Anne, we spend an evening in Grande Anse d'Arlet before setting sail for the North of the island, St-Pierre ...at the feet of Mount Pelee. St-Pierre, a town with a lingering malaise and fascination with its vulcanoe which erupted in 1902, literally pulverizing its 30,000 inhabitants as well as all ships lying in its anchorage...its numerous ruins still evoke the catastrophy that destroyed this town.
A peaceful landscape which hides the danger of Pelee's potential for antoher eruption...
Uwe enjoys his cigarette basking in the warm sunset of St-Pierre anchorage...




























After the second bridge, it was still very dark and we decided to anchor in the river, awaiting sunset before going to the Pointe-a-Pitre anchorage. We could see its skyline (!), with a church spire adorned with green lights bulbs and a some white ones spiraling along the spire..a bit strange...but hey, some decorate their insurance buildings with lights, other their churches. Let's keep an open mind. On this picture, you see Pointe-a-Pitre by day ... with THE church.
We were aware that there had been a general strike on the island for 5 weeks now and when we say general, we mean general...no services and no fuel except for emergencies. no food delivery to stores, no animals slaughtered...general! This of course included garbage collection and so, our first incursion in town was a very negative one. Everything is closed down and it's not appealing at all...as for the marina, it was expensive and ..smelly also (sewers?). So, we decided to delay our land excursions to a latter time and we sailed away to paradise...of Iles de Saintes.















