Les Pitons
28 January 2010 | St. Lucia
Marigot may not be not very dear to our hearts, but we were all captivated by the spectacular anchorage between "Les Pitons". (That'd be French for "The Peaks). The pair of 1,000 foot pitons dwarfed our little boat, providing a stunning backdrop to the deep blue anchorage. A pebble beach beckoned to Suzanne and I, so we floated in ontop a big drybag filled with towels, books, and the like. We collected sea-treasures and napped on the beach while Louis strummed his guitar back on Scappatella. Two days later we left St. Lucia and the Pitons in the dark of the night for our next destination, the island of Bequia. Despite her best intentions, Suzanne succumbed to sea-sickness and spent the majority of the 50-mile trip asleep and drugged out on Meclazine. (Hey, it happens to the best of us!)