I love it (really, actually love it — no sarcasm here) when I find my photos popping up in other corners of the Internet. As long as the person using it is playing by the rules and links back here (or to Flickr), it just makes me kind of happy that people are enjoying my hobby.
So thanks go out to Uncommon Caribbean for helping me to share a photo.
Previously on To Saint Lucia: Our intrepid couple attempted to make it all the way to St Lucia, but were instead stranded in Miami. Later, in part two, they arrive in Saint Lucia and explore the Fond Doux vacation plantation. Part three brought us to the beach.
And now for the exciting penultimate episode of To Saint Lucia …
The highlights of a Caribbean holiday are evident, and already visited. We stayed at a resort and we visited the beach. But Karen and I refused to visit a country and never visit a city in that country. So we decided to take a taxi across the country one day and visit the capital city Castries.
NOT Castries
As Castries is on the north part of the island, and Fond Doux in the south, it meant crossing the country completely. When we arrived, Castries was not what we expected.
There were — as we had been told to expect — three cruise ships in port. If you have never seen a cruise ship, it might be impossible to properly relate the size of the things. They are, quite literally, giant hotels that float. Thousands of passengers had flooded out of them, and were eagerly buying things in the nearby duty free shops and marketplace.
Karen and I wandered around these, and through the small town — less than half the size of Kingston, Ontario, where I grew up. There was little of note outside the area that catered to tourists who visited on the cruise ships, and when they began to move out of the harbour just after four in the afternoon, the entire city shut down. The shops and restaurants closed, and we were forced to find a local bar and drink rum until our taxi arrived to bring us back to the resort.
Yes. Forced to drink rum. Life is hard.
Forced! Look:
