Internet Pirates sail Guadeloupe
Sorry for the long delay, I think I'm just going to have to use the slow SAT phone moving forward as we get more remote. Pictures will follow as the piracy progresses.
Day 1: Christmas Day gift: 20 knots of wind and a 21-mile close-haul sail from Antigua to Guadeloupe. Iolair’s luck got us the last free mooring ball close to a town called Deshaises (DE-HAY). We are tired, everyone speaks French, very little English. It’s a nice little town with a fun waterfront strip of restaurants. All but one is closed for the holiday - so we tried to pirate a little internet from them in exchange for some drinks. Kel and I are too tired for the Frenchies, but Chris just flashes a smile and the locals love him…who cares about language barriers. Before we knew it Chris is running yachtie friends around in Peanut and receiving invites to have drinks on a 150 foot sailing mega yacht. But get this, he turned down the drinks due to a dinner date with his good ole parents. We bought him extra dessert.
Day 2-3: We check into the country officially at a local shop. The web form is all in French….and it’s a French keyboard…and I have forgotten my reading glasses. Luckily Chris and Kel were there to help, and occasionally the man behind the counter gave us an “ahh, no monsieur, you need this number.” But the Boulangerie and Patisserie have Kel ready to jump ship and marry a French baker.
I carefully ordered 3 or 4 different things, 2 cappuccinos, and a baguette, in my best French accent. Unfortunately, she only understood 3 croissants and one baguette. We went back a second time for lunch and ordered 3 jambon and formage baguettes and hiked up the road to a large botanical garden.
The cell phone is worthless and the internet is sparse today for the Iolair pirates.
Day 1: Christmas Day gift: 20 knots of wind and a 21-mile close-haul sail from Antigua to Guadeloupe. Iolair’s luck got us the last free mooring ball close to a town called Deshaises (DE-HAY). We are tired, everyone speaks French, very little English. It’s a nice little town with a fun waterfront strip of restaurants. All but one is closed for the holiday - so we tried to pirate a little internet from them in exchange for some drinks. Kel and I are too tired for the Frenchies, but Chris just flashes a smile and the locals love him…who cares about language barriers. Before we knew it Chris is running yachtie friends around in Peanut and receiving invites to have drinks on a 150 foot sailing mega yacht. But get this, he turned down the drinks due to a dinner date with his good ole parents. We bought him extra dessert.
Day 2-3: We check into the country officially at a local shop. The web form is all in French….and it’s a French keyboard…and I have forgotten my reading glasses. Luckily Chris and Kel were there to help, and occasionally the man behind the counter gave us an “ahh, no monsieur, you need this number.” But the Boulangerie and Patisserie have Kel ready to jump ship and marry a French baker.
I carefully ordered 3 or 4 different things, 2 cappuccinos, and a baguette, in my best French accent. Unfortunately, she only understood 3 croissants and one baguette. We went back a second time for lunch and ordered 3 jambon and formage baguettes and hiked up the road to a large botanical garden.
The cell phone is worthless and the internet is sparse today for the Iolair pirates.
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