Today was marked by a short, but intense, sail to Île Fourchue in strong winds and a quartering rear wave pattern that made for roller-coaster conditions. To top it off, we caught the tail-end of a squall on approach to the island. Once inside the protection of the anchorage the waves were less significant but the wind still howled through the hills and we had to make 3 attempts to pick up a mooring ball.
Once we’d gotten set and ready aboard we packed our dive stuff onto the dinghy and headed out to the dive site at the outer edge of the anchorage, the unsettled conditions above the water were quickly forgotten once we descended below the surface and had a wonderful dive, marred only by the inability of my camera to focus, but I’ve included a fuzzy picture of the huge sleeping turtle we saw.
Desi was shivering upon return to the boat but after a hot shower and cleaning the dive gear we all felt better, except for Desi who managed to bump down the stairs of the companionway and got more bruises and a biggish abrasion on her arm. Luckily not only Agathe had a first aid kit but I got to use all the chemicals and training too (tincture of iodine, gauze bandage). Afterwards we went ashore for a walk on land and celebrated the onset of happy hour at the top of the hill with some Caribs and limes that I’d stuffed into my backpack.
Dinner that night wasn’t spectacular as the wind kept on blowing out the BBQ and the corn on the cob I’d bought turned out to be precooked so after I cooked it again it was rather mushy. Nonetheless we’d worked up an appetite and finished it off.
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