We left Antigua more than a\u00a0week ago, and I have not had internet until now. \u00a0Bob has had better luck than with that than I have. \u00a0Isn’t that weird?? \u00a0He’ll be sitting next to me able to get email and write a blog post while my computer will not connect. \u00a0The mysteries of cyberspace…. especially the mystery that his ancient clunker of a PC works so much better than my moderately middle ages Macbook. \u00a0Hmmm…<\/p>\n
Guadeloupe is the most beautiful island I have ever seen! \u00a0Some of our cruising friends have told me that Antigua is the beginning of the ‘real’ Caribbean, and that every island gets more and more beautiful as you head south. \u00a0I really cannot imagine that. \u00a0We spent almost a week in the small harbor of Deshaies (pronounced DAY ‘Eh–reminds me of a certain Caribbean song made famous by Harry Belafonte…how about you?) on the northwestern coast of Guadeloupe, and I was thoroughly enamored of the charming seaside village. \u00a0As we sailed in the mountains rose\u00a0up all around us and a tiny bit of shoreline was dotted with colorful buildings, all with red roofs. \u00a0The scene was dominated by a white tower with a red roof that rose above all the other buildings. \u00a0No surprise that it is the Catholic church for the village. \u00a0We had arrived back in the land of baguettes and wonderful vegetables!<\/p>\n
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But before I talk about Guadeloupe, I should finish up with our last days in Antigua. \u00a0We rented a car to take Chris to the airport, so after we said our tearful goodbyes (for my part certainly), we took the rest of the day to explore parts of the island we could not get to on foot.<\/p>\n
Betty’s Hope is a well known tourist attraction. \u00a0At some point in Antigua’s past there were about 600 stone windmills on the island, used to power the processing of sugar cane into sugar. \u00a0All these windmills were built by the hard labor of slaves and oxen. \u00a0There are still about a hundred windmills in various stages of decay on the island, but two at Betty’s Hope are beautiful examples. One has been restored to working order and is used to demonstrate grinding the cane on certain occasions. \u00a0While we were not there on one of those occasions, it was still very impressive to see the windmills. \u00a0Just to move the arms to face into the wind requires a lot of manpower and oxen power.<\/p>\n
Betty’s Hope was named for the daughter of the landowner. \u00a0I was disappointed to learn this. \u00a0I had hoped that the name was in honor of a slave woman, possibly the wife, mother, aunt, grandmother of several of the men who had built these windmills. \u00a0Well, so much for my romantic notions about the history of this place. \u00a0What on earth was this Betty hoping for? \u00a0A big sugar yield to make her family wealthier than they already were? \u00a0I can imagine so many more interesting hopes for a Betty who lived and worked the land with her family than for the real Betty. \u00a0Still, I bet there is some pretty interesting history here. \u00a0I would know more if we had internet!<\/p>\n Betty’s hope is now home to a large herd of goats, which Bob and I enjoyed most of all! \u00a0There were lots of kids frolicking, even some newborns. \u00a0Baby goats are about as cute as babies get! Our new baby granddaughter, Tori, would have enjoyed them too!<\/p>\n We have been so entertained\u00a0by all the goats on Antigua. \u00a0There is large solar farm in the middle of the island where\u00a0we saw goats eating the weeds around the panels. \u00a0This is their day job. Late in the afternoon the goats somehow know it’s time to go home. \u00a0They head out with no shepherd to guide them. \u00a0They know the way.<\/p>\n Bob and Chris encountered this mother and kid heading home after a day out. \u00a0Bob said the kid whined the whole time he and Chris were behind them. \u00a0Makes you wonder if kids complain about the long trip home, or the heat of the day, or even the two creepy humans following them, just like our kids might. The goat mother bore it without comment.<\/p>\n And speaking of kids, here is a scene from our last full day with Christopher before he headed back to his new home in San Francisco. \u00a0We took a cab up to Shirley Heights, right outside of English Harbour. \u00a0It’s a great place to watch the sunset, and every Sunday hundreds of\u00a0people show up to do just that.<\/p>\n With a view like this, you can see how popular it would be–<\/p>\n –especially at sunset.<\/p>\n Back to the day that Chris left– at the end of the day we drove out to the northeastern corner of the island to see something called “Devil’s Bridge.” \u00a0I had no idea what this might be, and so I was pretty awestruck to see this natural wonder. \u00a0It doesn’t look like it will last much longer, but that’s just conjecture on my part. Maybe it’s been in this almost crumbled state for a century already. \u00a0I know that people walk across this bridge, but I certainly wasn’t going to try it. \u00a0Bob didn’t either!<\/p>\n When we returned our rental car to a parking lot in Falmouth just around sunset, and I was feeling a bit sorry for myself to return to Pandora<\/em> sans Christopher, we found that the local liquor store was having a tasting of French wines hosted by a French importer who lives on St. Martin. \u00a0It was a very nice distraction to an evening I was dreading! \u00a0All in all a wonderful last day on Antigua.<\/p>\n The next day we sailed about 50 miles to the pretty harbor of Deshaies on Guadeloupe. \u00a0Here is a bit of what we do when we have a long day at sea. \u00a0Bob fishes! \u00a0This time I was quite lucky that he caught a small tuna! \u00a0It’s no fun at all when he catches a king mackerel, and hardly fun when he catches a giant mahi mahi because we have to deal with a very large fish on a rather small boat! \u00a0This tuna was perfect for our appetites and our size boat!<\/p>\n I worked on my orange linen sweater while we were underway, which sometimes includes winding a ball of yarn (Shibui linen) on the steering wheel.<\/p>\n At mid-afternoon we arrived in Deshaies. \u00a0It was wonderful to be back in the land of French food. \u00a0There are plenty of tourists here, but also a big fleet of local fisherman. \u00a0The next morning we were given a first hand view of fishing with a purse seine right behind Pandora<\/em>.<\/p>\n First the men dropped the net in a wide circle between Pandora<\/em> and the boat behind us. \u00a0One of the crew jumped overboard wearing his shorts and t-shirt and snorkeling gear. \u00a0Perhaps he was checking on how the net was laying before the rest of the crew began drawing in the purse. \u00a0 As the crew began to draw in the circle of net at the water’s surface, the diver stayed at the opening. \u00a0We are guessing that by being there, he discourages any fish from trying to escape at the opening of the net.<\/p>\n The crew began drawing in both the perimeter of the net on the surface as well as the purse at the bottom to trap the fish. \u00a0As the net closed more I could tell that this was very hard work. In fact, once both the top and bottom of the net was closed, the diver got back on board to help pull it in.<\/p>\n There is a pelican inside the net, helping himself to a bit of the catch.<\/p>\n![\"3-22-17a](\"http:\/\/www.argoknot.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/3-22-17a-111.jpg\")
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