Unfortunately, most things always end. As did this close to perfect vacation. I’ve visited a few nice places in my life, and spent travelling to wonderful countries, but Martinique was unique — this was probably the best trip of my life.
Table of Contents
- Day One — Our Airbnb Host Was Nowhere to Be Found.
- Day Two — Like a Bloody Fire Engine!
- Day Three — Things You Need to Know About Renting Cars and Dining.
- Day Four — I Know Where the Rum’s Gone!
- Day Five — The Diamond Rock / Rocher Du Diamant.
- Day Six — A Beautiful Sunset.
- Day Seven — Beaches and Nudists.
- Day Eight — How to Avoid Crowded Beachs on the Weekends.
- Day Nine — The Volcano and Jardin de Balatan.
- Day Ten — Banana Museum.
- Day Eleven — Sunsets.
- Day Twelve — the One With Me Being Lazy.
- Day Thirteen — Les Trois Ilets, Pointe Du Bout, and the Museums.
- Day Fourteen — Anse Michel, Anse Trabuad, and Driving Down a Road Narrower Than Our Car.
- Day Fifteen — Astrophotography of the Night Sky with a Fuji X100T.
- Day Sixteen — Trying Some More Astrophotography with the Fuji X100T.
- Day Seventeen — Restaurant Pignon Nouvelle Vague in Les Trois Ilets.
- Day Eighteen & Nineteen — Probably the Best Vacation in My Life.
It’s been a while since I last spent some time in the Caribbean, and I was eager to go back. We spent close to three weeks on Martinique, and I think I fell in love with the island.
The various contrasts are probably my favourite — the people of many nationalities and how much more relaxed they are than Europeans living in large cities; the beautiful new houses overlooking the sea, next to much older and elegant villas; the amazing roads which can turn into a nightmare after a turn or three…
We spent our last day on the beach, again. Relaxing, swimming, reading… it was truly an extraordinary day. As soon as we got back to our villa however, I became sad at the prospect of having to pack and leave this paradise. I vowed to do everything in my power to actually move here permanently — we’ll see how that goes, since it will probably take a few years to accomplish.
Anyway, back at home now, getting ready for a regular day tomorrow. The mere though is surprisingly depressing.