|We be sailing!
|Coming up on Montserrat
|Coming into Little Bay
|Wow... our own personal welcome!
We woke up after an hour or so rolling back and forth violently. It's horrible and hard as hell to sleep. You have to sleep on your back so your elbows keep you from rolling off the berth. Not a great night.
He showed us his where his house had been... and many others. In Joe's case, the homes deteriorated from abandonment (he wasn't allowed back) and the jungle reclaiming the land... not like the town of Plymouth which was overwhelmed by a huge pyroclastic flow which burned and buried huge parts of the town. Still other areas in Montserrat were buried under rivers of mud and sand leaving the original roads and houses under 30 feet of mud and sand. Rains have washed away most of the dirt leaving sand - which has become the island's greatest export.
|Thirty feet of sand covering the old golf course. Wonder if they've found any golf balls?
|Soufriere steaming in the background
|Joe hacking a path into an abandoned church
|An abandoned house
|Things left on Friday... we'll be back Monday!!!
|Checking in at the Montserrat Springs Hotel
|Looking across the Montserrat Springs pool to the devastation of Plymouth.
|Hard to capture the devastation...
|Setting up for an event in the Auditorium - about 400 theatre style seats behind us.
|Bass player for the Beatles
|Miss Pammy loves Sir Paul
So... long blog. Sorry. Off to Guadeloupe tomorrow. Hope tonight isn't as rolly.