Although we’d planned on heading to Île Fourchue for a day of diving with Sally, Chris and Sean of Octopus Diving aboard the boat, the winds and waves were much stronger than we’d thought and we amended the plans so that we only motored to Île Tintamarre and instead of diving we just took a mooring and chilled. The motor up to Tintamarre was interesting in that we ended up amongst the main field of sailboats racing in the Heineken Regatta and they were, for the most part, overpowered for the conditions which made for interesting scenes as boats heeled far over and broached.
We did get some action at the mooring field as a German Jeanneau 53 at first anchored (where they shouldn’t) then opted to take a mooring ball and it was a case of too many chiefs and too few Indians because we got a good 20-30 minutes of pure entertainment from them.
We fired up the barbie for some hamburgers and sausages while Agathe made a big salad for us and ended up doing a lot of nothing all afternoon, including feeding what we call the Tintamarre Piranhas who go into a feeding frenzy for bread crumbs and other edible refuse from the boat.
The return sail under genoa alone was a fast one and Chris and Sally kindly offered to let us use their car to drive to the big Heineken Regatta party at Kim Sha beach on the Dutch side. We got ready (which meant I showered and shaved and put on a shirt with a collar, but the girls dressed up in style) and departed for a night of partying. This we most likely did as we have a partial blackout and decided not to divulge the details. I do remember scenes of long traffic jams, Heineken beer, loud music and a strange memory of crème Brûlée with Nutella, chocolate fudge and Margarita / Presidente.
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