Last Day in Basse-Terre

Back with Sue in St-Claude, we were fed delicious and refreshing lemonade (made, of course, with home-grown citrons). Sue told us to keep the car for a bit and instructed us on how to get to an enormous supermarket, where we purchased mountains of provisions. Enn needed particular ingredients as he was to make his inimitable groundnut stew for our dinner. Fully laden, we returned to the boat, then WW took the car back to Sue who drove him back to the marina. Such comings and goings!

Dinner was fabulous. Later, the leftover sauce would become the star ingredient in one of my very best ever Refrigerator Soups.

The next morning, we walked along the boardwalk into the Basse-Terre market area, where we browsed the stalls and made a few small purchases. We had a rendezvous with Sue who was going to take us to a favourite waterfall.

Contact was made and, a short drive later, we walked a pleasant trail into a secluded bit of river, featuring a lovely little waterfall with a deep basin at its foot. Bathing suits were applied and I (unlikely, I know) was first in. It was freezing. I could barely breathe. Still, it was also crystal clear fresh water. We all (except Dana, who chose to retain some body heat) swam and frolicked.

Sue, swimming and frolicking.

WW managed to penetrate the cave behind the waterfall. Sue allowed as how she'd never swum here in December before and, yes, it was pretty darned cold.

Portrait of WW with waterfall.

This waterfall, like all the best waterfalls or deep pools, has a rope with a handle for swinging out over and dropping into the water. Enn managed the feat, but the wet handle dumped WW unceremoniously into the water before he'd got a full swing.

Enn of the Apes.

The path back from the waterfall.

After our swim, we went back to the car and Sue dropped us for the last time (this visit) at the marina. It was still quite early and quite calm, so we stowed our gear, raised the anchor and had a lovely easy run down to Les Saintes.