
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Under the sun of St-Thomas.

Arrived in USVI (again).

Don’t stop the carnival.



In his novel “Don’t stop the carnival” the author Herman Wouk compares the life of West-Indians with the day of the carnival. If memory serves he says that each day is a new day for these people. They can dance in the streets wearing feathers under the unbearably loud rhythm of the Caribbean music and not to worry about tomorrow because tomorrow is another day. Well, if their life is like a daily carnival we actually had the chance to be in Marigot during the carnival and to assist to the great parade. The inhabitants of the small island had worked very hard to put together colorful costumes and proudly displayed their joy for that unique day. I don’t have much to say about that day so I’ll let a few pictures we took describe the parade.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
How about that epiphany?

So what everyone got in the end of it? Well, a lot but not what they expected. I am not a psychologist so I cannot give you a thorough and exact answer to that question but I can describe what we saw from the crews of those other boats who crossed our wake. The ones who wanted to find the meaning of life only came back as empty as they were. Peoples who had problems with themselves only carried their problems with them around the world and still had them when they came back. The ones messed up in their head came back as messed up as before but with less money in their pockets. People at the end of the world are not better, or worst for that matter, they simply live differently in some aspects of their lives. Some values they have are better than ours and some are worst. Nobody has the perfect answer to life, love and everything and to my opinion I prefer by far our state of living in Canada than anywhere else we saw in that trip. In other words, if you are not happy or don’t know how things work in your head then the answer is right where you are and you don’t need to go see how the rest of the world is as messed up as you are to find it. In my mind there is nothing to learn about yourself in a trip around the world that you cannot easily find out during your daily meditation in your car while commuting to work. A trip around the world is about having an extraordinary adventure in places very different than what you are used to. Eating pizza in all four corners of the word or tasting local beers in every country you go. Making love to your wife/husband in 50 different countries and over three oceans (try to beat that you wimps) and simply having the perseverance to go on, to move forward every day despite the constant boat break ups and everyone you deal with trying to scam you. It is about seeing landscapes and cities of amazing beauty and to step out of a bus, put your feet in a salar in Bolivia surrounded by 50 km of salt and say; Holly molly, that’s a hell of salt! It is about dropping the anchor in Allen Cay in the Bahamas and to be in awe before the beauty of the turquoise water and sandy islands around. It is about looking down in the Red Sea and seeing the bottom just to realize the water is 50 feet (17m) deep!
“In this trip our eyes have been so burnt by the magnificent beauties of the world that we are now blind of its ugliness’s.”
But if we don’t find any answers to our questions does that mean we haven’t change? Of course not. We are each and every of us changed in many aspects. For one thing we are now quite good in geography. If someone ask us about Port Vila we not only know that it is the capital city of Vanuatu but we also have a vivid image of its streets and central market but also of the 30th anniversary celebrations we saw during our passage in that country. This situation actually happened to us while in Morocco. We now know that people in the Caribbean are racists, that the food in Thailand is amazingly good, that Egyptians are despicable and that Peruvians are nice and very welcoming. We have learned to say “no” firmly but politely. Our vision of other cultures is changed and evolved greatly and we have a better idea of why things in this world are the way they are. But all this knowledge and wisdom are not features that fundamentally change someone. We are more knowledgeable but not smarter. People who were idiots before leaving the dock are now knowledgeable idiots and lost peoples are still lost but they know in what world they trying to find a meaning for their lives. One thing thought that we found in almost 100% of the sailor couples is that incredibly strong link between the two partners. Very rarely have we seen peoples so close to each other in their lives. If anything else, in a circumnavigation one learns to live with his/her life partner.

Monday, February 20, 2012
Marigot



There are few places we can say we’ve been many times for there are so many places to see in the world that there are no good reasons why would we would come back to the same place more than once or twice. Well, for us Marigot is one of those places we seem to come back recurrently. These are three pictures taken with that statue in front of the market in Marigot. I love these pictures because they show clearly how we physically evolve over the years! Another interesting point is that these pictures spread over eight years and if you enlarge the pictures, by clicking on them, you can see that the scratches on the paint of the statue we could see in 2004 are still there in 2012. In other words, the statue has never been repainted. It is almost pathetic that all I have to tell you is about the paint on a statue but the fact is that we are not doing much these days. We do small tasks on the boat, go to the “pâtisserie” to buy a baguette and get some internet, play games and watch movies. Every few days we change from Marigot to Grand Case and then back. We are simply comfortable here in St-Martin and we are dragging our feet. Also, Danielle needed to have some dental work done and we use this as an excuse to stay on the island longer. However, we won’t be able to stay here forever with Chocobo for sale and our need to go back to work at one point we will have to set sail toward the Virgin Islands and after that to the Bahamas. Meanwhile we just enjoy our time here and keep having fun to see how people often serve us in English even after we spoke to them in French! This must be our thick French Canadian accent that make them think we are trying to learn to speak French but still don’t master the pronunciation :)
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