| When Mark and I first started sailing and cruising, every day was
alike. We actually got annoyed on weekends, because beaches we walked
on, bays we anchored in and places we visited were more crowded than
other days. We avoided weekends and hoped for the work week to start
again, to get some peace. Since we created our own business two years
ago and since I got serious about making some money writing, we
established the "normal week” again, hoping to take it easy on Saturday
and Sunday. Or, at least, take it easier, since there’s always a lot to
do, organize and fix on a boat.
 Simpson
Bay Lagoon, here in St. Martin, is a safe haven for hundreds of boats.
When anchored, you are well protected from wind and swell and most
marine stores, happy hour bars and supermarkets are within dinghy reach.
As a matter of fact, staying in "the lagoon” is so easy and convenient,
that many people get stuck. They come for a week and stay for a month
or longer. Add to this that you are "land locked” with two bridges (only
opening three times a day) and one starts to see that leaving for the
day or the week turns into somewhat of a hassle. Most visiting cruising
boats come in and, when they finally leave, move on to the next island.
Besides our (failed) plan to take weekends off, we decided to leave the
lagoon every other week for Irie and our sakes. This plan is working so
far, because we are determined to see some clean and clear water once in
a while. Isn’t that why we are in the Caribbean?
Last weekend, the famous and grand Heineken Regatta was taking place
in St. Maarten/St. Martin. When Sunday, the last day of the races, came
around, Mark and I decided to invite a few friends to Irie for the day
and take them race watching and vacationing. We left our homely and
homey lagoon through the 8:15 French bridge and hung around Marigot Bay
for over two hours. The hundreds of regatta boats were gathering and
taking trial runs. Far and fast they didn’t go, because there was
practically no wind. The Heineken Regatta is known for this particular
phenomenon that is unexplainable. The little wind allowed us to turn the
engines off (we didn’t need to get anywhere, let alone a starting line)
and leisurely sail Irie back and forth while waiting for the start of
the races, postponed by the committee over and over again. A squall was
approaching. |
