The Pitons behind Soufriere, Saint Lucia
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The Pitons behind Soufriere, Saint Lucia
JR Harris
The Pitons, St.Lucia
The Pitons © 2015 by Kevin Nance
(Soufrière, St. Lucia)
The Pitons in St. Lucia, 2015
Saint-Lucia, The Pitons by Mathieu Goubert The Pitons, Saint-Lucia
hello paradise.
IMG_4246 by Johnson James
Soufriere, St. Lucia
I’ve spent the last few days absorbing far too much sun on the island of St. Lucia. Our (now) favorite taxi driver, who goes by 007 primarily, drove us through most of the villages situated on bays, in the rainforest, literally inside a volcano, and dug into mountain sides. At every “view point" local vendors try desperately to sell you their jewelry and mangoes and kitschy tshirts. So what, buy a bracelet and a necklace and help the people out. Locals crawl through the villages and kids come up to the taxis imploring you to buy their bread. Well, not this time, but take a banana chip for the trouble. Our hotel, Coco Palm is situated in Rodney Bay, where everyone is languid and nothing really opens until the sun sets and the temperature drops pleasantly. Rum is basically water, and I’ve been keeping ~very~ hydrated thanks to free drinks at our hotel bar. Most restaurants don’t open until the evening like I said, but everyone has the same barrel grill that emits such savory smells and even after you’ve eaten ten minutes prior, your mind is screaming that its starving. Rain or shine, there is literally smoke fuming up and down the road. This island, man, I swear it sucks you in and takes all of your senses hostage but you’re like, Stockholm Syndrome, what up? Activity wise, we’ve climbed Tet Paul where at the very top of the tour, you can essentially see the entire island. The Pitons (3rd and 6th pics) are the most famous landmarks, with gros Piton (larger) and petit Piton (smaller) and they’ve named their local beer after it. Delicious, I swear.
I guess I could be an asshole and keep taunting all of you, but I’ll just update later. Time to investigate lunch.