End of a passage
Having reached Jamaica in remarkable time, given the almost perfect sailing conditions, the crew departed today, but not before a number of mini adventures shoreside. Errol Flynn Marina was clearly once an aspirational destination and, while still very pretty and refreshingly quiet, it has clearly lacked investment and attention in recent years. Nonetheless, the showers and toilets are really very nice, and the marina still has a small swimming pool, a great laundry room, and even a private adjoining beach which is simply stunning.
After recovering for a couple of days beneath the palm trees and swimming in the aquamarine waters synonymous with Jamaica, we finished our adventure with a day of visiting local beauty spots in an air-conditioned minibus. Our very own 59 North apprentice Natalie, who has Jamaican roots, guided us to some truly spectacular destinations including Reach Falls, The Blue Lagoon, and Frenchman’s Cove. We stopped for lunch at Boston Bay, jerk capital of the world (apparently), and finished with a brief stop at the craft market before arriving back to Falken, both satisfied and inspired by our whistle-stop tour of the northeast corner of this stunning island.
It was a sad goodbye this morning as ever, but on we go as we begin our preparations for our next adventure to Cuba.
- Emily
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