Day Two Touring
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 12 Apr 2009 23:02
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Day Two Touring - To the top
of the Right Island
After we had had enough of the
crowds, heat, the heavy downpour, noise and in my case smell of the crabe fete,
it was time to do more touring. First stop was Le Moule.
   The town hall,
Catholic Church and main street of Le Moule.
   Porte
d'Enfer
    La Pointe de la
Grande-vigie, first time we have ever seen a sign that says 'Death
Risk'.
       As we were at the very northernmost
point of Guadeloupe, I picked up a stone to put in Rita's garden. This tiny chap had his home here. In the third picture you
can see how small he is, near Bears right ring finger, we found another stone
after carefully putting this one back where we found it.
 Anse-Bertrand
   We stopped for a late snack at Plage de la Chapelle where camps had been set up by
families of at least four generations. Generators, disco decks and innumerable
pots and pans of all sizes, ditto cool boxes were out for the Easter break.
Needless to say my Skipper was not to be outdone, the
stink that came off his pate could only be outshone that evening by the crab
paella he had bought himself. That night can best be described as like sleeping
with a sea-lion with bad wind.
    Port Louis
main street, the first time we have seen a crucifix painted
silver, pretty port and nice to see a black
soldier on this WW1 memorial.
Chris Doyle in the guide book
describes Port Louis as " A small but very attractive but very active fishing
port on the northwest coast of Grande Terre. The surrounding land is low, with
long attractive beaches on either side. The beach to the north is wide and
showy, with rolling waves breaking ashore in places. The beach is popular with
holidaymakers and there is plenty of action on the weekends, including snack
bars and drink stalls". We left Port Louis with the help of a
very attractive Gendarmerie who was mid way through a breath
test of a quad-biker, when Bear tried to do a U'ee the wrong way down a one way
street. She spoke no English, her orders were in very fast French, but we
understood her hand gesture as to which way to continue.
 As we passed back through Morne a l'Eau (site of the crabe fete) the heavens opened,
the evening disco we have no doubt would go on, but with soggy
gyrators'.
ALL IN ALL a good look about.
An easy, fun day out on our first really flat
island.
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