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Dominica November 2005A week-long trip to the mountainous Carribean island of Dominica (pronounced "Dom-in-EEK-a"). Primary rainforest covers over two thirds of the island, making it arguably the most untouched island in the Caribbean. This is not your typical tourist's Caribbean. The best beach is accesible only by rappeling down the side of a cliff, and the loudest nightlife hotspot is 15 feet in the air, in a treehouse surrounded by the cacophony of jungle sounds.Dates of travel: Nov 18, 2005 to Nov 26, 2005 Duration of travel: 8 days Photos taken with Canon Rebel XT 350D |
Village Life
We head back to the grocery store for dinner, and the cook and her daughter sets up a table in the back of the store, on the beach over looking the water. It makes for a nice final meal in Dominica.
Afterwards, we met up with Ken and Carol (from Veranda View) and some other local expats at Coconutz, a quirky beach grill/bar owned by Carol Ann, a Canadian emigre. She's tremendously excited about her new venture, and eagerly gives us a tour of the place, which was once a tiny shop.
The atmosphere is lively and celebratory, and we have a fun time talking with the expats about Dominican life. We also get the scoop on Calabishie, proving that small town gossip exists in all parts of the world.
I ask about an area in town where every day the same men just hang out all day long. Carol Ann explains that they don't need to do that much work in order to get by. And many don't have families to support because they don't marry. Children are raised by their mothers, and many children don't even know who their father is. This explains the single status of many of the men we've met, and why when I ask "Do you have any children?" the reply is usually "I'm not even sure how many."
Typical Dominican building.
Village Life
We head back to the grocery store for dinner, and the cook and her daughter sets up a table in the back of the store, on the beach over looking the water. It makes for a nice final meal in Dominica.
Afterwards, we met up with Ken and Carol (from Veranda View) and some other local expats at Coconutz, a quirky beach grill/bar owned by Carol Ann, a Canadian emigre. She's tremendously excited about her new venture, and eagerly gives us a tour of the place, which was once a tiny shop.
The atmosphere is lively and celebratory, and we have a fun time talking with the expats about Dominican life. We also get the scoop on Calabishie, proving that small town gossip exists in all parts of the world.
I ask about an area in town where every day the same men just hang out all day long. Carol Ann explains that they don't need to do that much work in order to get by. And many don't have families to support because they don't marry. Children are raised by their mothers, and many children don't even know who their father is. This explains the single status of many of the men we've met, and why when I ask "Do you have any children?" the reply is usually "I'm not even sure how many."
Typical Dominican building.
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