We spent on night at an anchorage in Guadeloupe before heading to the Iles des Saints which are a group of small, dry, mountainous French islands. Here we spent a few days over the holidays on the island named Terre Den Haut at an anchorage of a small fishing village. The houses have red roofs and the older Caribbean building have balconies and gingerbread trim. flowers grow in abundance around the houses and no one is in a hurry.
Christmas Eve here is spent in celebration. The music and drinking starts early on the main street with the locals and goes well into the night. ( see photo ) The music drowns out the church bells that chime every hour. I don't understand the significance of this happening on Christmas Eve and there was no one sober enough to ask! We spent it quietly on the boat listening to our Christmas DVD's and hanging Christmas lights around the cockpit.
The town was very quiet the next day and we enjoyed our Christmas dinner in a courtyard setting of a restaurant with tall palms and warm breezes. As delightful as it was, it is not the same as being home with family which we both missed very much.
The next day we rented a motor bike to tour the island and try to find gas for the dingy outboard which was at this point running on fumes. We found lots of unspoiled beaches and breath taking vistas, but no gas. Apparently, we will have to go to another island to get some! We suspect that what ever gasoline they have is saved for the locals.
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