
Kevin leads the way through the dead calm in the lee of St. Vincent under full but not filled sails
I went ashore for supplies and to check us in, customs and immigration was very simple and we soon had our passports stamped once more and were cleared in. I visited the ATM and a small local minimarket which was packed and about 6 people queuing at each till. There were several barefoot men stood at the door and to be honest after being approached / greeted by about 5 local guys by the time I had got in there, I was just keen to get back to the boat and didn’t really spend anytime sightseeing. I understand that there has been some development of the town in recent years and it is quite brightly painted and very authentically Caribbean, but I was still swaying from our bouncy trip and after too much sun I didn’t really want to spend too much time there.
We were moored just under the shadow of one of the Piton mountains / hills which are a famous landmark of St. Lucia. The area is heavily forested and the sounds of the wildlife was quite over powering in the back of the boat that night. We fell asleep to the sound of the surf on the pebble beach and the calling of cicadas and other unidentified creatures in the trees.
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