How Martinique taught me to channel my inner hippie and push through the challenges of oceanic sailing

And how what initially seemed like delay and failure turbo-charged my mission.

From the north of Saint Lucia to the south of Martinique its where I had hoped I could get the spare parts I needed to fix the broken railing on Falkor, as well as some other minor repairs and needed upgrades after the Atlantic crossing. I found a mechanic who assured me that we would get the railing fixed, but after dismantling the broken pieces, I rea…