Yesterday afternoon, when Helen and I were walking around town we bumped into a group of four englishfolk: Graden, Sue, David and Margaret who were chartering the sailing boat “Clarabella.” I had bumped into Graden on one of my earlier attempts to clear in. We ended up inviting them around for cocktails later in the evening. It was nice to have them over and speak some English with some of our fellow countrymen.
This morning we walked up the hill to the Botanical Gardens. On the way (and on the way back) we tried again to clear in but customs remains resolutely closed at all times of day.
The gardens were spectacular. Countless varieties of tropical plants were on display. The layout was very similar to a curvy Ikea but there the comparison ends. It was pleasurable for a start. On entering the gardens we were greeted by a coy pond full of ravenous and massive coy. For a few cents you can feed them and they know it.
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The rest of the gardens were a delight to walk through. Not sure if I can really cut this down so here follows a lengthy slide show.
And here is another video clip of a plant which reacts to being touched.
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By end of this morning the weather had turned a little drizzly. Having scoured the town for fresh bread (there was none) we headed back to the boat for lunch. If the weather clears this afternoon, we’ll go for a walk along the Deshaies River. This evening, we may just eat out to treat ourselves.
Beautiful pictures, that garden looks like paradise! I’ve been following your blog for a while and really enjoy living vicariously through your posts but I had to comment on how gorgeous this looks. Wish I was there! Fair winds . . .
Glad you are enjoying Deshaise. Don’t worry too much about the Customs and Immigration, they are a law unto themselves. My last boat was State registered in the US and when I presented my registration papers he just said “but this is not a country”, threw it on the counter and walked away. I say his every day for the next three days and not another word was said.
“C’est la Vie”