The glamorous life aboard a yacht: prepping for guests means installing dividing wall in the fore cabin.
A rude awakening this morning in Point-à-pitre; an over-zealous channel pilot had us move because Cedar’s bum was slightly in the channel at times. We were sleepy-eyed and groggy, but we did what yachties do. That is to say “yes” and move. Not sure our new position is any better for their navigational needs, mais bon.
Point-à-pitre is a commercial port, and it is not particularly pretty. I see mega cruise ships, container ships, tug boats, sailboats and little fishing boats. To the west, I can just make out the faint outline of Basse-Terre’s green mountains. That’s the Guadeloupe we know — the one we visited last year. Guadeloupe such a big island, well I guess it’s actually two islands, and the two parts are so different. Basse-Terre, the butterfly’s left wing, is volcanic with tall green mountains that reach into the sky and stop clouds. Point-à-Pitre is on the butterfly’s right wing; it is the flat part. I don’t imagine the two were formed at the same time or in the same way.
We’ve come here for Kamini and Rowan, whose plane will arrive here in three day’s time. We have a whirlwind Guadeloupian trip planned in honour of our returning guests.