We are outta here. We did our best and we are done trying. We motor down the coast 3 miles to Ilet de Gosier, a small island just off the mainland with a beautiful anchorage in between. We settle in for the evening, having treated ourselves to a bottle of Crown Royal for New Years Eve. We have a nice dinner and set up the nest in the salon for an Indiana Jones movie marathon. We go up to the cockpit at midnight to enjoy several fireworks shows along the coast.
In the morning, it is cloudy and rainy for New Years Day. Fortunately it burns off in the early afternoon, so we dinghy over to the island to check out the lighthouse. Everybody acts like they don’t speak English here but all the graffiti is in English. It is rude so I won't print pictures. Help me understand...You are telling me that your average educated Frenchman only speaks French, but your average spraypaint-toting, crack-smoking gangbanger is bilingual??
(To Georgia: Cipher that, Jethro.)
Then we go over to the town to walk around and check it out. Evweesing is cwosed.
The other side of the lighthouse coast:
1 comment:
BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK! 5 star. jealous and green.
xo skip
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