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We arrived in one piece and caught a taxi to the Hotel Savoy where Henry had a little nap and skipped dinner!
Tuesday dawned grey but not too bad, and several degrees cooler. We wandered into St Helier and looked around the shops and harbor area. The town itself was slightly disappointing, a mixture of french and milton keynes architecture, from quaint to functional reflecting a pragmatic approach ...
... the harbour wall and then along the promenade. It was beautiful with good views of the castle and village. Another interesting walker was a lady with a huge long haired black dog, almost the size of a Shetland pony.
Then the bus back to collect the cases, a walk into town, the bus to the airport and here we are waiting to board our plane back to everyday life again, but with ideas of where we think we are going next.
... things these, with whispery tails, the males has funny warts instead of tusks and large sharp canines.
The gibbons were performing, and the tamarins of various types were interesting, the golden lion one was very brightly coloured. There were many other birds, both Chilean and greater flamingoes, the latter doing some strange 'jittery' movement with their beaks on the water and ...
We arrived in the rain so the visibility from the bus on the ride into St Hellier was not good. We took another bus to the hotel, booked in and left our bags there. The rain had stopped by then so we walked back onto town up interesting winding streets. We found a small place to have some soup, 3 bean and ham - very nice indeed. We were told that a 'tenner feast' deal ...
... with their terracotta roofs? Where Bougainvillea thrives in abundance and the beautiful Jacaranda trees that bloom in May? Is it blue skies or the miles of Atlantic kissed terracotta tinged beaches? The people? Why do I have such an enduring love for a country that isn’t my own? I suspect, deep down, it is something to do with my grandmother’s Greek genes that keep pulling me back here. I love the heat. Two hours from the Mainland UK and it is 10 ...