We sailed the last leg of our zigzag course southwest about 12 miles to reach the lovely island of Marie Galante. Upon nearing the island, we were force to weave in and out off multiple "mine fields" of fish traps. The number of traps we had to avoid were unbelievable! There were so many that the Captain has given the First & Last Mate the new pretrip assignment of notifying all fisherman of the island to which we will travel that they should make a clear path for Exit Strategy.
We rented a scooter for the day and that’s all it took to see the entire island. Driving along many of the sugarcane lined roads felt very much like rambling down the corn fields of the Midwest. And just like when we were kids living on our quiet farm road, when we passed someone out in their yard, they smiled and waved at us. No fences around the island either, but we did pass cattle, pigs, goats, and horses that were tethered to individual posts allowing them to graze in circular patterns.
What I LOVED most about these French islands is that there were trees, vines, fields full of ripening tropical fruits and vegetables! I could barely stand to walk by yards without picking something that’s hanging over the fence and popping it in my mouth, but I didn’t. (And it’s been killing me!)
The other thing we find irresistible are the plentiful creamy-colored sandy beaches.
What do I HATE about the French West Indies? I hate that we don’t speak fluent French.
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