It’s the Little Things

Of all the winter offices of Latitude 38, this year’s is the most unusual — a former tattoo parlor at St. Barth, French West Indies.

Yes, we’re working out of St. Barth again, where there are more sailing stories than sand on the beach. Despite this being one of the most difficult and frustrating seasons ever, we’re still managing to enjoy it.

What’s difficult? To give you just one example, the normally ultra-reliable easterly trades haven’t been blowing. Instead, we’ve been getting very light stuff out of the south, the west, and the north. The result is that boats that normally all stream in the same leeward direction are going around in circles. It’s chaos. The other morning we woke up to find the Olson 30 La Gamelle, which we brought out from California, and which we’d anchored all by her lonesome, side-tied to a Swedish-owned Tayana 55. What the heck!?

"Your boat dragged," said Capt. Swedish Meatball.

"We don’t think so," we replied, "She’s lying to a big anchor on six-to-one chain and rope, and it hasn’t blown more than five knots in the last two days." Indeed, Capt. Meatball had laid his anchor over ours.

Since the Swedes were already headed to town, we all agreed to just leave La Gamelle tied to the Tayana overnight, arranging to take her away early the next morning. As we crashed for the night, we felt weird with the gallant little La Gamelle tied to another boat.

"It’s like she’s on her first sleepover," the Wanderer said.

"I hope they give her breakfast," added de Mallorca.

People always ask us what makes St. Barth different from all the other islands in the Eastern Caribbean. We saw one reason on pages 174-175 and 178-179 of the this year’s CHIC fashion and style magazine. (Imagine an island of 9,000 people with four or five super slick and beautifully done — eat your heart out Anna Wintour — 200-page fashion magazines.)

Back to pages 174-175. As you can see from the photo, on St. Barth the aviation authorities let a naked woman paint the runway. They don’t do that on other islands. We know that San Francisco International wouldn’t either — although they’d probably make an exception for fat, naked, gay guys. But not only do the authorities on St. Barth allow women to paint the runways while naked, as you can see from the photos on pages 178-179, they also let women dance naked on the runway in sequined high heels.

It’s called joie de vivre. And yes, we’re just as disgusted and appalled as you are.