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Hoisting anchor at 9:00 and leaving Sint Maarten for St. Barth. We made sandwiches for our long sail. A good plan as yesterday I went below for my duties while under sail and almost hurled everywhere. No seasickness while on deck but below deck in moderate seas is another story. I'm sure glad Suzi thought ahead of time and had me order scopolamine patches . After about a 3 1/2 ...
... The indigenous people called this island Ouanalao. Again, I'll let Wikipedia tell you the rest.
There was some sort of regatta today, and I believe a sailing vessel race. These ship are amazing. Some of the private Yachts in the harbor. I wouldn't even know how to begin to describe them. Awe inspiring to say the least. I'm guessing anywhere between 50 and 150 million .... ...
... own the yachts anchored all around the bay!
We had a leisurely stroll around the harbour, admiring the shops, yachts and restaurants as we made our way back again into the main town.
Had a very welcome beer at a restaurant in a side passage with a lovely breeze blowing through - they had free wi fi so managed to post a couple of photos on Facebook and pick up my emails!
Then is was back to the tender to take us back to the ship for lunch and a swim.
... and quickly found our way to Barthloc Rentals. Thankfully we
wound up with a fairly new Kymco 125 cc scooter (my scooter Ella is a 200 cc
Kymco) that cost us 40 Euros or about $50 US for several hours.
well-fitting helmets we set out on yet another adventure to explore this island
paradise, which we agreed was the most beautiful of all the islands visited on
... and 18th century this tiny island that is only 5 miles long and 2 1/2 miles wide or 11.6 square miles, was such a big deal. Statia was a major trading hub with about 20,000 inhabitants. In 2011 it's census recorded 3,700 souls. It is said to be have been one of the busiest port in the whole region. It was so prosperous that it was nicknamed the Golden Rock. Reese read us a journal entry from a visitor that recorded how everything imaginable was ...