Piratski Tomatski

The Adventures of an Aspiring Pirate of the Caribbean
Sunset with the sliver of the new moon.
Dinner!
The Rocna anchor after some free diving efforts.
Nope. Still not tired of sunsets.
Enjoying some well deserved rest after all this hard work.
Sainte Anne waterfront cottages.
The calm beach of Sainte Anne.
Saharan sand does provide one with nice colors.
That thing where the big light in the sky drops below the horizon.
Martiniquais insects working to haul home a meal.
Our Martiniquais quarantine anchorage: Anse à l'Ane.
"Mette", a charming old Dehler 32 that it's Danish owner sailed across the Atlantic.
Horses grazing in the blazing midday sun.
The view on Deep Bay and Tortue from the house of our host.
My neighbour Bill.
The state of the interior of the rudders before repairs. Water got in and started rotting everything away.
The exposed foam core in preparation of repairing the outer layer.
Caterpillar: The Sequel.
One of the many yawdropping, ultra modern, all composite super yachts. Only a few million euros floating by.
This is what a sea turtle looks like on land.
The damage caused by scraping an unmarked wreck off of Point-à-Pitre, Guadeloupe.
Our underwater forest, which goes everywhere with us.
Three weeks later than planned, but the boat finally goes out of the water.
Another breakfast of champions. This time with coconut from the tree just outside the room.
Finally time for the real tourism. Wadadli. The pride of Antiguan beer. Cheers!
More Nelson's Dockyard impressions.
Nelson's Dockyard is a fantastic marina in the traditional english style.
Theo & Elsa boarding their workplace.
View from the terrace.
Our quarantine residence.
One of several bars in the Galley Bay Resort. Unfortunately, all of them are closed.
Great anchorage in the turqoise waters of Deep Bay.
Breakfast of champions. Papaya & lime.
St Kitts as seen from it's southern tip.
White House Bay with Christoph Harbour in the background.
The bar entrance from the landlubber side.
Our anchorage in White House Bay with the Salt Plage Bar in the background.
Caterpillar... Nuff said.
Beautiful old map of St Kitts, showing the mixed occupation of the island by both the English and the French around the time.
The main battery of Brimstone Hill Fortress.
The main square of Basseterre.
First things first. Try the local beers.
The relaxed marina of Basseterre, St Kitts.
Statia, just chillin' in the distance.
The north side of St Kitts.
View from the lighthouse over the Gustavia harbour with St Kitts & Statia in the background.
Though the cannons turn out to be fake... Dissappointing...
The lighthouse at the harbour entrance... With cannons.
One of the shopping streets of Gustavia.
The church of Gustavia.
The Gustavia Marina with the Capitainerie to the left of the blue luxury yachts.
Arriving in Gustavia with the superyacht Eclipse in front of the harbour.
Another Barracuda who could not resist our squid lure. Unfortunately not for eating in this location, so back into the water he goes.
A small prop plane coming in to land. Not nearly as impressive as the airbus I caught on video, but still gives an idea of scales.
Warning sign at the famous Sint-Maarten beach, which dramatically describes why people go there in the first place. 'Cake or death?'
The long, sandy beach at Grand Case.
Another view of our anchorage at Marigot and the lagoon behind it.
View to the Southeast of Saint-Martin, with Philipsburg behind the ridge and Saint-Barthélémy in the background.
The long and flat, ribbonshaped island of Anguilla as seen from Saint-Martin.
Stormbeaten broadcast towers on top of Pic de Paradis.
Panorama of our anchorage and the Simpson Bay Lagoon on the western part of the island.
The last sun on our dinghy tour of the Simpson Bay Lagoon where we gawked at all the superyachts lying here as well as the hurricane wrecks dotted around the area.
An Iguana enjoying the last rays of sun in the mangroves of Simpson Bay Lagoon.
My first ever fish landed. Unfortunately we could not risk cooking this fish because of Ciguatera concerns.
A view I had only seen once before in my life. The full rainbow around the sun. Difficult to capture, but I liked the result.
The silhouette of the island of Montserrat, where in 1997 the volcano destroyed two thirds of the island. During our night sail to Saint-Martin / Sint-Maarten.
... This being the setting of the meal. In a wonderfully sheltered bay on the west coast of Guadeloupe.
... expertly turned into the best sashimi ever to grace my plate. By far. By very far...
Our lucky charm Cyril with his beautiful catch that made our day...
Our beautiful dinghy with it's cover is our trusted friend and part of the family. (We make sure to lock it ALL the time)
Some local we met on the streets who invited us for dinner. (May seem eerily familiar to some among you)
Waterfalls FTW!
... and up close and personal.
... and closer ...
A first view on our hiking target for today.
Overpriced spices in the 'tourist trappy' Marché de la Rotonde in Saint-François.
Clan Karamanof.
Another behemoth leaving the harbour of Point-à-Pitre.
Waking up in our rolly anchorage in the bay of Terre-de-Basse on the way to Point-à-Pitre.
Just before arriving in the dark at Portsmouth for our second visit, we are treated to another gorgeous sunset.
I call it: 'A fountain, a Greek and a palm tree'.
Fishermen in Saint Pierre bringing in their nets at the end of the day.
Anchorage in the bay of Saint Pierre.
A rare view of both Morne Rouge and Mont Pelée (in the background) without their usual cloudy crowns on our sail up from Grand Anse to Saint Pierre.
Beautiful sunset as seen from the Saint Pierre center marketplace.
The lovely bay of treasure near the ruins of Chateau Dubuc.
Father and son bonding after a few months apart.
Back in Martinique to pick up Michael's son Leo. Without the mountains in the background it could well be Nieuwpoort, Belgium.
Enjoying some well deserved exotic beers.
A view of the only town on Terre-de-Haut.
Another victim stranded on the beach.
One of the victims of hurricane Maria who donated a window part to Tortue. Sweet dreams 'Sweet Dream'.
A typical street in Roseau. Not my thing, but some folks may appreciate the typical buildings of the region.
A little friend chillin' in the afternoon sun. Showing how it's done properly.
A short drive away from the nature trail lies Syndicate Falls.
Fern Palm tree. So not really a tree at all, but ... pretty.
The picture says it all really... Rainforest doing a rainforest.
A little taste of the trail through the rainforest.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the national bird of Dominica on the Syndicate Nature Trail on the slopes of Diablotin.
Enjoying the beach bar before the P.A.Y.S. BBQ.
The view on Prince Rupert's Bay from the top of Cabrits. Diablotin volcano hides in the clouds on the background.
A little snake slithering along peacefully along the trail.
View from Cabrits down to Douglas Bay, Portsmouth. To the north of our anchorage.
The ruins of the officer's quarters.
Termite nest along the trail.
Big hermit crab doing it's hermity thing.
Papaya tree at the entrance to one of two trails on the Cabrits.
Other angle of the main battery.
The little white blip directly along the sight of the barrel is in fact Tortue de Mer. I hope they're not planning any ceremonial firings of the cannons...
The main battery on Fort Shirley overlooking Prince Rupert's Bay.
Fort Shirley once spread out over the entire peninsula. Now the main buildings have been restored.
Dive sites around Portsmouth. For future reference ;-)
A visit to the Cabrits.
... but it usually doesn't last too long.
I guess it can't always be sunny...
Replenishing some liquids in the form of Dominica's finest brew.
Clearest sunset so far, I believe. Well done, Dominica!
Just as we turn into the bay to anchor upon arriving in Dominica, we catch a small Barracuda on the line.
A beautiful sky as a preparation for our night sail to Dominica.
Sailing along on the Genoa alone, somewhere around Diamond Rock.
Our crew flags flying proudly in the wind.
The earth turning on its axis, causing the sun to disappear behind the horizon.
The little church of Petit Anse d'Arlet in the afternoon light.
Just in case you were wondering...
Our first catch on the rod. A nice and tasty little Mackerel.
A fancy racing yacht in the marina at Le Marin. Sleek.
Day after the dinghy theft. Bussi valiantly trying to repair some minor hull damage whilst Michael is out trying to find a replacement dinghy.
The sunset that has become the header of the blog. With some superyacht in the background. Yes, it has a helicopter on deck.
The two octopi that Michael speared for dinner, which I threw against the deck 40 times each. Thanks guys, you were delicious.
Lunch on the beach of Grand Anse d'Arlet. Typical Caribbean fried stuff (accras) with fries and vegetables.
Early morning in the bay of Grand Anse d'Arlet.
First time on the boat in Fort-de-France after a night stay in a B&B in Lamentin.
Landed in Martinique with our brand new airline