pronounced “dayhay”) French, quaint, and very pleasant. Amazingly Le Douane
are actually at home and we can officially check “in” and “out” (at the same
time ~ very practical). Sally leads us on a “country walk” exploring the
river. This turns out to be something of a nightmare (sheer bad luck). What
was described in the guide book as a 1 - 2 hour walk takes us 3 ½ ours, over
huge boulders and through knee-high crashing water.
I cannot believe that
after all the trauma and worry of crossing the Atlantic I am going to die in
some back-water of the Deshaies river in Guadeloupe. As night beckons we climb the steep bank to
discover a track……..a road….. and salvation (rather creepily in the vicinity of an
obscure religious order’s burial ground). But it is a route home. The next day
we spend with Dick and Leslie on a gentle and civilized visit of the local,
and very impressive botanical gardens. And home for tea.
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