Our days continue to be filled. Filled with what, I’m not entirely sure. Back in San Francisco, the amount I was able to do in a day seemed a feat. Back to back meetings. Power point presentations. Booking air travel. Making plans for dinner. More meetings. Productivity! Here, we go on a sail most mornings. I try to teach myself how to fish (and occasionally catch something). We then spend an hour or two in the water working on our free diving and spear fishing where its allowed. Maybe some boat work. Maybe some cleaning up. And then, it’s time for sundowners, dinner, and sleep not too far behind. It’s a simple and very full life – not at all “busy,” but it seems as though every minute of the day is accounted for, even though many days I can’t remember exactly what it is that we did.
All this to say that I am starting to get behind in the videos… Tonight, we are sitting comfortably at anchor in Carriacou, officially in Grenada. But this video is from our time two or was it three weeks ago in Dominica. Time is going too quickly. Our adventure is flying by at a distressingly fast pace.
In this video, we take a break from our sea activities and explore the island. Although the guide books strongly encourage hiring local guides for almost all island sites, we assume that we are smarter than the average tourist and can do it on our own. Smarter than the average tourist, we are not. We spend two days getting frustratingly lost. Partially due to my inferior ability to navigate. Partially due to the sparsely labeled tourist map we have as our only navigational tool and the even sparser road signs. Moral of our story, either pack a smartphone, get a guide, or maybe pick a more navigationally gifted co-pilot for your trip.
Never-the-less, we end up having a great time exploring the island. It was unlike any island that we have visited so far. Lush rainforest. Rivers with sweeping canopies of mangroves. And a hike to the boiling lake, which includes a passage through the “Valley of Desolation”. Dante must have visited here for inspiration. The smoldering sulfur pits that lead to the massive cauldron of boiling death were something straight out of a circle of hell. Well worth the sore knees the next day.
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