Martinique was not just another French Island. Yes, there were tempting baguette and pastry shops found along every street. Fresh seafood, fruit, and vegetables markets could be bought daily at very reasonable prices. Bells tolled every quarter hour from chapels in each village. And yet, something was quite different about Martinique. Voila! The French residents there actually seemed happy to practice their English and were very welcoming to us! I suspect that I’m still “murdering” their language because a few people even asked me to “Speak English, please.”
Upon entering our first anchorage in Martinique, we were elated to find s/v Tiger Lilly bobbing gently on her anchor with our cruiser friends Tom and Lilly on board. We first met them in Dominica, but they sailed on and we hadn’t seen them for over a week. We thought we wouldn’t see them until we got way down island to Grenada for hurricane season. Tom and Lilly are GOOD people who enjoy having fun and exploring the islands. Lilly is a super people person and stops to talk to islanders along the way while we’re passing through the villages or hiking around the countryside. And because of her out going nature, we were able to see parts of Martinique that were 'totally OFF the typical tourist track. For example:
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| We did NOT tour the local rum distillery, but DID hike through their cane fields... Here Lilly and Tom of s/v Tiger Lilly rest for 2 seconds to snap a photo among the bamboo.
 and she got us a private tour of Martinique's Volcano Monitoring Facility. This is the original seismometer. |
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