Flying home.

Another one in the books: After a little walk around the OTHER side of Port-Louis, we stuff all of our things - backpacks, extra purchases, much too much rum, etc. - AND two tall Germans(who politely requested a lift to the rental car office) into our too-small Picanto and practically waddle our way to the airport. We stop to wash and vacuum the car, while the Germans buy wine for dinner at the compound. Surprisingly, we arrive in one piece and unfold ourselves out of the vehicle and off to our flight.




A nice lunch of what's left of our food is complimented by rum punch from the airport bar, because what else would you want to drink before leaving Guadeloupe, the island group known for its rum? And with that, we are on a plane, then up in the sky, detouring smoking Monserrat and flight north, to the cold white north that is Montreal. And with that, we are already thinking of ways to escape the winter, to explore more corners of the world. With that, we are already planning the next adventure - won't you come along?






Until next time.