Ile Fourchue, an uninhabited horse-shoe shaped island, lying just west of St Barths, was a spectacular place to take it easy after the bustle of St Maarten - and Wilhelm and I just couldn't resist going there again. The high rocky peaks sweep into grassy slopes that run into the swimming pool like bay, while the thunderstorm lighting makes it look like a place out of this world. It truly is one of the most beautiful places I have had the privilege to see. Feeling relaxed and refreshed after two lovely days, we headed to Gustavia in St Barths, a short 40min motor away.
It was great being back in quaint Gustavia with its French Caribbean charm recapturing my heart. I have decided that this is where I will be retiring. Now I just have to figure out how I will be buying one of those beachfront villas and renovating it within the next 10 years (yes, I plan on retiring at 40 - who doesn't). We spent two days soaking up the Frenchness and trying to keep our spending down by hanging out at Le Select, "a snack bar and not much else".
Saying good bye (for now)to the red roofed village, we went around the corner to Anse de Colombier, a secluded bay with some great snorkelling. We spent a day here taking it easy and enjoying the scenery before beginning our 9hr journey to Charlestown in Nevis.