Martinique
Baie des Flamands

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  • Day4

    St Martinique

    January 8, 2019 in Martinique ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    Greeted to a protest by the island's taxi drivers who had blocked all the cruise tour buses and vans into the carpark. So no one was going anywhere knowing the french.

    Took a while for Celebrity to let us know what was happening and it was only after some Americans started saying they were being keep hostage and that they demanded to be let off the bus that Celebrity got its act together and cancelled all tours with a refund.

    Then we walked past lots of angry passengers having animated conversations with taxi drivers!

    Anyway we teamed up with a nice american couple and took a taxi doing the same tour for slightly less.

    Had a lovely day.
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  • Day36

    Heiligabend

    December 24, 2019 in Martinique ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Nicht für uns! Wir stehen mal wieder früh auf, also um 7 Uhr, um unser momentanes Lieblingsgeschäft, den Baumarkt, zu besuchen. Jens hat einen in nur zwei Kilometern Entfernung ausfindig gemacht, der bis mittags geöffnet hat. Also watscheln wir dorthin. Dieser ist gut sortiert. Wir finden einige Dinge, die wir benötigen und sogar einen schönen Fußbodenbelag. Es ist nur ein wenig schwierig unsere Errungenschaften zum Boot zu transportieren. Mit unserem gebrochenen Französisch, und etwas englisch, schaffen wir es den Mitarbeitern verständlich zu machen, dass wir ein Taxi benötigen. Ungefähr 6 Mitarbeiter sind nun mit uns beschäftigt. Die Kassiererin kann etwas englisch und lässt ihre Kasse links liegen und hilft uns bei der Organisation. Ein Mitarbeiter holt derweil den Fußboden. Eine Informationsdame bestellt das Taxi, die andere besorgt uns einen Einkaufswagen. Zwei andere sind interessiert und wuseln zwischendurch. Das Taxi ist da. Unser Boden wird aber noch zugeschnitten. Nach fünf Minuten warten ist dann auch der Bodenbelag im Taxi. Am Anlegeplatz vom Beiboot gibt es kostenloses Wifi. Wir nutzen die Gelegenheit, um unsere Familien anzurufen. Denn in Deutschland ist es bereits fast 19 Uhr. Dann fahren wir zum Boot. Regina telefoniert noch mit ihrer Familie und Jens schneidet schon die ersten Stücke Fußboden zu. Langsam werden wir hungrig und Regina bereitet das Weihnachtsessen vor: Vorspeise: Ragout fin mit Königinpastetchen, Hauptgericht: Entenbrust mit Brokkoli und Kartoffel-Noisettes, Nachspeise: Creme Brûlée Eiscreme. Lecker!Read more

  • Day35

    Strapazen im Paradies

    December 23, 2019 in Martinique ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    Martinique gilt in der Karibik als das Einkaufsparadies. Hier soll es alles geben was das Herz begehrt. Das ist ein Grund, warum wir hier sind. Wir beginnen den Tag wie gewohnt mit einem gemütlichen Frühstück. Dabei ziehen einige Beibote mit rucksacktragenden Seglern knatternd an uns vorbei. Regina wird unruhig. Jetzt kommen wir zu spät zum Shopping. Als dann auch noch eine Aida neben uns einparkt, packen wir zusammen und düsen mit unserem Beiboot an Land. Der erste Punkt auf unserer Tagesordnung ist das Einklarieren. Wir werden hin und her geschickt und können uns schließlich in einem Bootsbedarfsladen an einem Computer in Martinique anmelden. Einen Stempel im Pass bekommen wir zwar nicht, aber das ist auch nicht erforderlich. Im Laden treffen wir dann auch noch ein Segler Pärchen aus Berlin, die gestern auf dem Weg nach Fort de France an uns vorbeigesegelt sind. Uns viel an der Beschriftung des Bootes auf, dass es aus Berlin kommt. Wir plaudern etwas und erledigen schließlich unseren Papierkram.

    Der nächste Tagesordnungspunkt ist der Baumarkt. Da die öffentlichen Verkehrsbetriebe streiken, nehmen wir ein Sammeltaxi. Wir kaufen einen Multimaster, neue Wasserhähne, Farbe, Spiegel, Holzleisten und vieles mehr. Praktisch, dass gegenüber ein Decathlon ist. Hier gibt's einen neue Kopflampe, Hängematte, Drybag und Sonnenbrillen. Da kein Bus fährt begeben wir uns mit dem schweren Errungenschaften zum Highway. Nach einem kurzen Zwischenstop bei Mc Donald's, stellen wir uns an eine Sammeltaxistelle. Leider kommt nur ein Sammeltaxi vorbei, das leider bereits voll ist. Plötzlich hält ein PKW an. Der Fahrer erkennt uns, da wir am Morgen im gleichen Sammeltaxi mit ihm saßen. Er bietet uns an uns mitzunehmen, was wir dankend annehmen. Er bringt uns zu einer kleinen Marina, in der wir hoffentlich Material für die Erneuerung unserer Fenster zu bekommen. Leider bekommen wir nur den Kleber und andere Kleinteile. Für das Plexiglas bekommen wir aber eine Anschrift, wo wir es bekommen können. Wir werden uns wohl in den nächsten Tagen einen Wagen mieten müssen, um dort hin zufahren. Da der Laden gleich schließt, bietet uns der Verkäufer an, uns bei unserem Beiboot abzusetzen. Wie praktisch für uns. Wir bringen unsere Einkäufe aufs Boot und setzten erneut über, um den Supermarkt leerzukaufen. Morgen ist Heiligabend und wir decken uns mit allen Nahrungsmitteln ein, die wir in den nächsten Tagen benötigen. Martinique ist wirklich ein Einkaufsparadies. Es gibt alles zu moderaten Preisen. Toll! Wir schleppen ca 90 KG Proviant zurück zum Boot. Mittlerweile ist es Dunkel und wir sind total am Ende.
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  • Day15

    Fort de France

    November 14, 2019 in Martinique ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Um 9:30 Uhr nahmen wir Fähre ⛴ von unserem Strand in die Hauptstadt der Insel. Wir hofften auf ein paar Gebäude aus der Kolonialzeit.
    Die Fort de France Cathedral wurde leider mehrfach zerstört - durch die Ruyers Soldaten, 1839 durch ein Erdbeben, 1890 durch ein Feuer und einen Hurrikan. 1976 wurde sie ausgiebig restauriert. Als weiteres älteres Bauwerk ist die Schoelcher Bücherei zu finden. Die Linienbusse sehen hier übrigens aus wie Straßenbahnen.
    Nachdem wir noch ein paar Souvenirs gekauft und uns das alte Fort von außen angesehen haben - wird immer noch vom Militär genutzt - Fuhre wir um 12:30 Uhr zurück. Die Fähre machte noch einen Zwischenstopp in der Nachbarbucht, die schien auch sehr schön.
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  • Day12

    Martinique

    February 23 in Martinique ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    La Martinique a tout d'une carte postale, plages paradisiaques, mer chaude, forêts luxuriantes, sans oublier son rhum et sa musique, toutes les images d'Épinal sont au rendez-vous.
    Nos six premiers jours étaient plutôt frais (25-28°), mais le temps s'est mis au beau fixe les six derniers.
    Nous avons été obligé de changer notre rythme pour respecter celui d'Alec, mais à vrai dire les siestes étaient plutôt agréables.
    Cinq ou six jours supplémentaires auraient été nécessaires pour visiter tous les endroits qui nous intéressent, mais ce n'est que partie remise.
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  • Day53

    Martinique

    February 24, 2018 in Martinique ⋅ ☁️ 27 °C

    Today is a day we weren’t supposed to have, on several counts. On our original schedule, we were supposed to be going to St Maarten, until some bloody hurricane did us the discourtesy of flattening half of the island towards the back end of last year (thousands homeless, quite horrific, #prayforstmaarten, etc). So, the itinerary was shifted to Martinique, but still we weren’t supposed to be arriving until tomorrow. Today should’ve been a day spent at sea, but given the islands close proximity to St Lucia, we’ve arrived at day ahead of schedule, and will be spending the night in port. What a bonus. We have an organised tour booked for tomorrow, so today we’re free to go ashore and explore.

    And explore we do, at least until we get thirsty.

    Being on this boat, I’d forgotten how unaccustomed I’ve become to the presence of children. This isn’t an adults-only boat, but by virtue of the length of the itinerary there are no children onboard—social services tend to freak out if you try to take your kid away for even a day in term time, so one can only imagine their reaction at a 2½ month absence for little Harry or Charmaine to float around South America. I heartily disagree with such disapproval, by the way—the educational opportunities of travel are too undervalued by the prescriptive state system… but I digress. Anyway, no sooner are we ashore when we bear witness to a doozey of a temper tantrum thrown by a young boy. Heartily dissatisfied with the cuddly toy his grandfather has bought him, he proceeds to run screaming to the edge of the dock and launches said toy into the briny deep. Cue one angry mother and an even more irate grandfather, who swears blind he will never buy the child another toy as long as he lives. I’m left to shake my head with the disapproval that only a man who has never had children can have, whilst Damien is dragged off into the distance, still screaming blue murder.

    We’ve docked in the capital, Fort-de-France, and it seems very pretty. There’s a big fortress, the Fort Saint Louis, on the other side of the small bay, and an interesting church steeple poking out of the town centre. We start by walking along to the base of the fortress, where there’s a small sandy beach, before heading back in the direction of the town through the large open park, La Savane.

    In the town centre we walk around the church square, enjoying the added ambience created by an impromptu gospel choir who are drumming up interest for their upcoming concert. From here we wander down a few side streets and eventually end up back at La Savane, where we find a little café for a drink. Their menu consists of black coffee, beer, prune juice and water. So that’ll be one beer and two waters, all to be consumed on a yellow plastic chair that is threatening to buckle under me. We do know how to choose the very finest of local establishments, don’t we?

    After a while, we tire of battling with the wind and make our way back to the ship. We’re not bothered about running ourselves ragged today, as we’re on an all-day tour of the island tomorrow, so we head back for some R&R. After all, this holiday is frightfully strenuous, I’m sure you understand.

    Don’t worry, I’d hate me too...

    Tonight, we are dining under the stars. Or, to be more precise, under some sketchy looking clouds that have already given the assembled company a light dowsing.
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  • Day54

    Martinique

    February 25, 2018 in Martinique ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Today is our second day on the Caribbean island of Martinique. The changeable weather is still with us, with some dark clouds lingering overhead interspersed with patches of brilliant blue sky. We’re going on a tour of the north of the island today, so I think there’s a good chance we might get rained on. I’m half asleep still, having gone to bed late following the debacle of dinner last night (technical difficulties meant we ended up leaving without eating, so we had room service in the cabin at 11:30pm).

    Our tour takes us out of Fort-de-France through Saint-Joseph, and up towards La Trinité, where we meet the Atlantic Ocean. Here we turn left and make our way north to Sainte-Marie. Our first stop is at the Saint-James Rum Distillery. It’s set in beautiful grounds. I rarely listen to what’s been said on these tours. So I’ve taken some photos of things they use to make rum in. I think.

    From here, we arrive at the main event, the rum tasting. Some of it is very strong, but there’s a coconut rum which is delicious. Unfortunately, the tour takes a slightly unfortunate turn at this point, as an elderly gentleman from our tour bus collapses in the corner. We rush over to help him - he’s fainted and cut all down his arm in the descent. He comes round quickly, but when someone points out the blood on his arm he faints again, this time properly—he’s out cold on the floor, and making some very disturbing breath rattles. We rush to put him in the recovery position, and I’m supporting his head off the dirty floor. A couple of us speak French, so we help the tour guide to relay a call for the emergency services. In Martinique, the first response team for medical emergencies is the fire brigade, and to be fair they’re here in minutes. He’s conscious by the time they arrive, and is eager to get up, so we help him into a chair. With the emergency services in attendance, who speak good English, there seems no use in hanging around, so we retire to the bus. This whole affair obviously puts quite a delay in the tour while they assess him and decide if he needs to go to hospital. Thankfully, he seems ok, and after a while he comes walking out to the bus with his arm bandaged up, but otherwise seemingly no worse for wear. Thank god for that. This holiday is getting more dramatic than I’d hoped.

    We make our way around the north end of the island, following the windy road that zigzags through the foothills of mount Pelée, an active volcano that last erupted in 1902, killing 30,000 residents of the town of Saint-Pierre. Only one man survived to tell the tale—the guy who’d been locked up in the prison for drunk and disorderly conduct. Strange how fate works.

    Our next stop is lunch at a creole restaurant in Le Morne Rouge. We’re treated to cod with green bananas (non merci), Colombo-spiced chicken with rice and yams, and fried bananas in syrup. The restaurant has a beautiful garden at the back, leading down to a creek. The restaurant sits in the shadow of the volcano. The peak is nearly always capped with cloud, although on our approach today we did manage to catch a glimpse of it without its hat.

    After lunch, we make our way down to Saint-Pierre, which lies on the Caribbean coast on either side of the river Roxelane. Destroyed by the volcano, the town was rebuilt a few years later, but several ruins stand testament to the mountain’s devastation.

    At this point the tour heads into a museum. That was definitely not on the published itinerary, and museums for me are about as enjoyable as root canal surgery. So, Mum and I scuttle over to a little café and order a much-needed drink while they go inside. It gives me a chance to take a photo of the volcano sans cloud topping, which our guide keeps telling us is quite rare to see.

    As I’m sat sheltering from the sun, I strike up a conversation with another guy off the boat. I’ve seen him and his partner (possibly his husband, I didn’t ask) before onboard, but never had chance to talk to them. We end up chatting about my research on LGBT life in China, which he finds fascinating—especially when I mention that I’ve been studying queer online fiction, as he’s a writer himself, having started his career writing gay fiction. He asks me if I’ve ever written about my time in China—and if not, why not? I’ve published academically on queer documentary making in China, but I must confess I’ve never considered writing about my personal experiences there. Then again, I never thought I’d enjoy writing about this holiday as much as I have done. Food for thought...

    Leaving Saint-Pierre, we take the costal road heading back to Fort-de-France, passing through Le Carbet, Bellefontaine and Case Pilote. The island is stunningly beautiful, and the weather has comported itself admirably for our last day here. I remember some of my Nottingham University friends coming here for the year abroad portion of their French degrees. Or going to Réunion in the Indian Ocean. I’m seething with jealousy—in my day, studying French meant you were sent to France, not the outre-mer! I was sentenced to a semester in a nunnery in the Loire Valley (long story, but not inaccurate), I didn’t get a year lounging on a beach under the Caribbean sun!

    It’s been a really good day today, and I feel like I’ve seen a lot of the island. I’ve had chance to chat to people and dust some of the cobwebs off my French again, assisted in an emergency (although all I really did was translate and hold the guy’s head up, and he managed the rest of the trip without incident), been inspired to consider writing more, and tried some local cuisine—which is often easier said than done on these cruises, where everything is generally provided on the ship.

    Back on board, and there’s some drama brewing across the dock, as a fire engine arrives with blue lights flashing and makes its way to the ship. Eventually they open the back and bring out a gurney bearing a prostrate guy in an oxygen mask. He’s swiftly bundled aboard and presumably dispatched to the medical centre. Christ, they’re dropping like flies.

    At 6pm we bid farewell to Martinique and set sail for St Kitts.
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