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... highly amateur footage would be of interest to anyone other than myself (and maybe Steve, because he's too nice to say that it's boring!) However.... Sam S, Ben and Andrew managed to get some excellent footage of themselves swimming through a cave (brave) and also swimming with a turtle (show lucky are they!) Sadly we had to leave the beautiful Island of Mare, face welled by the same choir, they had been singing all day, ...
After my 3 action packed days, I had done eveything I wanted to do in Santo, so I didnt get up to much my last couple of days. I had eaten at the market booths a few times during my stay, and met a lovely, smiley lady called Madeleine whose stall I ate at. On my final night she told me to come back to her stall before I went to the airport as she had a souvenir for me "to take back to (my) country". The next day I went to Madeleine's for lunch, armed with a couple ...
... we see a toy car racetrack, people
winching their speedboats out of the bay, a kids party in one of the parks.
There are a lot of mixed race couples jogging; mostly a white man and a dark
woman. The women are very exotic; mostly mixed races of Philipinos, Japanese
and Indonesian. It was piles of moules and frites for dinner at the Baie de
Citrons which is the Darling Harbour of NC.Music is playing, it is buzzy and busy as local families and tourists mingle.
... is exclusive here. French signs for 'terrains a vendre' land for sale show an overlay of one culture over a deep, dark, volcanic land where ancient totems of huge grave faces thrust out of the land like islander zombies that will not die. The French language controls these people's tongues but not their souls. Much like indiginous people in Australia, they share the same problems. Alcohol cannot be purchased from the supermarket here after 12pm. Jane was shopping at close ...
... engine off. Since it was only me he said we’d take the 4x4.
We muscled along with my broken French, pointing at the guidebook and gesticulating and I was actually having a private tour of my own, with the Park Ranger no less... and for a fraction of the price of their ‘private tour’ no doubt!
We stopped and he enticed out the parc’s flightless bird, the cagou, from wherever it had been conducting its day. A most peculiar bird that ...