Hibiscus Valley Inn
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... started. Jen was first as usual on the descents, and we took our time, working our way slowly down the narrow ridge back from elfin woodland into montane forest and then the rainforest once again. Our goal was the Breakfast River, but the distance and vertical height was so far it took ages to get there. By now the blisters on my heels ached with every single step, and I could feel the energy sapped from my muscles. I kept wondering whether there was a physical ...
... ever upwards again. An hour after leaving the Breakfast River behind, the three of us reached the top of a mountain. Yeah, an official mountain, called Morne Nicholls (Morne means "mount" in the local language, apparently, and Nicholls is one of the first outsiders to have seen the Boiling Lake). The summit is around 3,000 feet above sea level, although we started at 1,600 feet back at Ti Tou Gorge. The top of the first ridge was around 2,200 feet, and went back ...
... and generally trying to avoid being swept down the river. I asked Travis if he'd ever seen it so big and full - my assumption that since we were barely able to get there due to overloaded rivers, it must be at its height. In fact, Travis was snapping pictures with his little phone since he'd never seen it so full indeed. We started our journey back - exactly the way we came, made a lot slower by one of the German ladies (who needed a smoke break earlier) - ...
... and sulfur pools (or as they say smelly holes) and checked those out for a bit before returning to the capitol, Roseau, pronounces Rozu.
When we arrived back in Roseau we found a local bar and drank some famous rum punch. Apparently all the bars on the island make up fun names for their rum punch because each have a special recipe. The rum punch at JRs, the bar we stopped at, was known as “Slap my ...
... the lakes and waited for them to return on the way back. They had no boiled eggs, no spa treatment and no endless stories.
Ness-Off on a little hike...another outing for those lovely comfy shoes, really getting my money's worth here. Said goodbye to Simon, great guy, and Cliff. We later found out that Cliff literally was attached to Simon for the next two days having changed his flight to the one he was on. They spent the day site seeing, caught a ferry, shared ...