Marigot Bay, St. Lucia
April 1, 2009
We cut our visit to Rodney Bay short, as we found it too commercialized and without much island charm. If you like fast food chains, condo developments, high priced sports bars and mega resorts- Rodney Bay is your place, but it wasn’t our cup of tea. The great thing about a sailboat is that it is moveable property- when you don’t like your neighborhood or you neighbors, you just lift anchor and move on. This is exactly what we did.
We motored sailed to Marigot Bay (only 7 miles) and just as we were pulling into the harbor, we snagged another yellowfin. That makes 3 tuna in 3 days, not too bad! Marigot Bay is one of the most picturesque anchorages we have been in. It is a small cove tucked away in the mountains with clear aqua waters and many palm trees swaying on its beach. There is not room for many boats to moor here, so we were fortunate that we arrived early and got a good spot. Even better, it started to pour as we were picking up our mooring ball, so the rain washed all of the salt off of our boat and we didn’t need to use our own water.
We cooked up our hour-old tuna and sat down to a great lunch with some Piton beer and cuba libras. We soon found out that Marigot Bay is a pit stop on all of the day charter “cattlemarans” that the cruise ship people take as a shore excursion. The “cattlemarans” came in one after the other, packed to the gills with sunburned pink people, music blaring and someone on the loudspeaker giving them the lay of the land with all sorts of made up tidbits thrown in. It was quite funny to hear all of the different stories they tell the pink people (from what movies were filmed here –and they all said different ones- to whose houses were on the hill- again all different). We noticed too that we began to feel like animals in a cage at the zoo. The pink people would point and take pictures of us too, like we were some rare island species. “Aye, observe the live-aboard cruisers- see them with their brown skin, local meal, cold beer, non-matching clothes and absence of shoes. This is their natural habitat.” Again, sometimes you watch the show and sometimes you are the show… it’s a recurring theme aboard Shearwater.
After all the pink people left and the rains stopped, we went ashore to Chateau Mygo for some cocktails, sushi and music. We met lots of great people and drank entirely too many rum punches (and Chris you will be happy to know we did not bring our own supersized go-cups this time.) Chateau Mygo has 2-for-1 drinks all night, so we were downing them pretty fast. Interesting note about Chateau Mygo- to go to the bathrooms, you need a key. There is only one key for men and one for women. The women’s key is attached to a giant wooden stick, weighing about 10 pounds. The man’s key is attached to giant bells. No way to hide yourself carrying those! Don’t forget the key in the bathroom or you will not be a popular person for the rest of the night! They had a great band and even a local dancer named Stella. And yes, from the pictures you can tell that Stella got her groove on all over the place! We danced, did the limbo, laughed and stumbled our way back home.
It is now 8:00 a.m., another beautiful day in paradise, and the stampede of “cattlemarans” has already begun. We have been trying to come up with a name for the cattlemaran people, we alternate between pink people and pasties. Regardless, the pasties are already snapping away. We are ready for our close-ups!