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A curl in a fence on a balcony overlooking the ocean at Anse Chastenet, St Lucia.

Anse Chastenet

Sorry it's been a long time. Got big projects working in the garden. I am excited to say that it's beginning to look picture-ready. In other less important news, I also quit my job and started a new one that I don't hate.
Continuing with the honeymoon pics... Anse Chastenet Resort on St Lucia was our last honeymoon stop. The resort cascades down the side of a mountain to a white sand beach. Above, Petit Piton from our porch.
Evening sky from the porch.
The porch outside our room.
Birds in the bougainvillea beneath our room.
Our room, decorated by local artists.
Detail of the painting around our door frame.
Lobby.
Reception.
Local potheads.
Decorated staircase.
Three little birds pitch by my door step, singin' sweet songs, melody pure and true.
Pile of sugar intended to distract these visitors from the breakfast buffet.
Mermaid sculpture on the beach staircase.
Bar with Petit Piton in the background.
Our very plaid bed with mosquito netting.
The world outside our door.
In-room art.
Well-placed fan. A most fantastic bed, if I do say so. No AC but the mountain breeze through the slatted windows kept me very comfortable.
The ocean on a sunny day.
The vegetarian restaurant...
fantastic painting!
You guessed it... Petit Piton.
Lighted path to the upper rooms.
Our windows at night let the cool breeze in.

Little Crab And The Sea

Rocks, waves, and ocean at the end of the Zom Zom Trail, at the edge of Dominica.

And a little friend hiding out.

Ocean

The beach at Jungle Bay did not have the soft sands and calm waters that most people go to the Caribbean to see.
Just a lonely cabana and some hammocks.
We made the best of it.

River

Dominica has hundreds of rivers. This one in the countryside was just a short walk from the resort.
Bridge over the river with mountains in the distance.
From the bridge: where the river meets the ocean.
Over the bridge, the road continues into the mountains.
Looking back. The path down to the river is to the left of the bridge...
... where we met a new friend! On both islands we visited, people tie their live stock to the sides of roads to graze during the day.
Under the bridge.
Looking upriver.
Downriver; exploring the rock-beach.
A bit od sand.
Breaking waves.
Sitting in the river, watching the waves.
Sheltering in the river rocks, watching the ocean.