Weigh-laid by a missing mechanic who happened to be in possession of our outboard upon the rally's scheduled departure this morning, we took off with the rest of the fleet on a "mock-departure photo opp," after which we anchored again in Le Marin, Martinique, just beyond the music festival.
Groovy tunes waft through the hatches while we await its return. We have come to expect daily challenges such as these. The longer we live this lifestyle, the more emphatically true the following statement has become: "Expect the ultra ridiculous and you might be pleasantly surprised by the simply absurd."
It's just the way things go. So we laugh it off and thank Simon for resurrecting our previously-submerged 1977 2-Stroke Evinrude. He's been a real life-saver and we're very grateful for his help. Truly impressive, Simon! Thank you!
While out and about this morning, we inadvertently partook in the local yole-yacht regatta, a race with amazingly crafted and sailed colorful square-riggers. Anchored out in the bay with the rest of the fleet, we watched the boats fly downwind, round the buoy, then claw toward a heading upwind. In the process, we happened to be in the way. Two yoles came within one boat length of us, and Justin had to pull in the dinghy to keep it from getting run over! Awesome!
if all goes well, we're due for a tardy departure tomorrow morning, and plan on dinner aboard "Om" with Jen and Chris, the other boat who had to turn back today due to technical difficulties they will be remedying here in port.
Gentle breezes, sunny afternoon, live music, outboard drama closure, dinner with friends in the fresh Martinique air...we're late to the rally, but we've already begun the voyage.