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Log of Harlequinn, a Lagoon 380 S2 Catamaran
The thorny Path
02/05/2012, 17 61'N:61 46'W, Falmouth Harbour, Antigua

Beautiful sail in yesterday from Guadaloupe brought us to the mecca for superyachts in the Caribbean. When have we felt so poor and insignificant? Then again, "stuff" is available, we are anchored off a lovely beach, we had a beautiful hike up to once again line up canons for shots across the bows of intruders, this time by Lord Nelson himself. The path is lined with thorns, barrel cactus are sporting bright red blooms, hanging onto the cliffsides with the North swell wrapping around the island and crashing on the rocks below. We are accomapined by an occasional hiker, but mostly nanny goats with their frolicking kids. Fun

Nothing to crab about
02/03/2012, 16 18.6'N:61 48'W, Deshaies, Guadaloupe

Fairwell cocktails at the Blue Bay with a great crew of yachties, then up and out at 7 a.m., heading north, destination flexible. The wind was blowing 22 out of the ENE, seas weren't bsd, but Marie Gallante looked like tough sailing, so we fell off towards the Saintes, top speed 10 knots. Once in the lee of the islands we played the puffs to the north end of Guadaloupe, just 40 miles of ocean between us and Antigua. Right now, we are enjoying the relative quiet of being at anchor, checking the weather and email, and mulling over whether to check in here or just head out in the morning.

They came by sea
02/02/2012, Prince Rupert Bay, Dominica

Thousands of years ago the Arawaks and Caribs arrived here in their dugouts from the Orinco River in what is now Venezuela. In 1493 Columbus stopped by on his 2nd voyage to replenish his ships. The main highway from Europe passed through the 14 mile wide gap between Dominica and Les Saintes, presenting perfect targets for any lookout perched up on the cliffs of Dominica. In 1770 the British built Fort Shirley, the French took over for 14 years, but the Brits prevailed. Old forts, canons left sitting along the cliffsides, tales of Pirates. . .each island has a story to tell and Dominica does it particularly well. We've hiked over stone paths laid by woolen uniformed redcoats imagining them peering out over the bay and lining up for a shot at the ship below. Crumpled walls built out of chisled volcanic rock with red brick arches brought over as ballast in the tall ships. It's a history made so real as we sail in over the same paths.

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