From Diary 1 with the western part, I now explore the
eastern coast and Kingston.
Here are a huge platform with room to the most of a cruise ship. It is empty, except for the 50 Anolis, sunbathing here. These animals have black eyes, and some are yellow, some have black tails and some are more blue. I get way too many photos of them, while I wait for the sun to enlighten the huge bowl in front of me.
It is a huge crater, and too vide for my camera. I try
with a video, but is turns out quite boring. I head around the edge, and a
bit into the area, before I follow a valley for a long time, till it reaches
the sea line.
keep being a cloudy day, but I don' have many to choose between. It seems
like the peaks get rain, and they maintain covered in dark clouds the entire
The road passes over a ridge, just to decent into another fertile valley. Here are no real villages, just more or less gathered houses. I don't see a single tractor, and I guess all work is done by hand. The steep hillsides can be tricky, and I see a few farmers struggle, just to walk over their fields. Some must wash away, when it rain!
I reach the sea and the coastal road near Byera, and here is a beach with black sand. I test it, and here, it is strongly magnetic. Since my last sample was confiscated in an airport, I get a new one here. This one will be presented along with my toothpaste as black glitter nail polish.
Besides from that, the beach is nothing special. The entire eastern coast is either rocks of dark gray or black sand, the hills smoother and lower than the western side, and the southern part have quite some settlement. Here are even a few towns - or big villages. Only Georgetown are close to being a town. I don't feel like stopping in a single of them. The people are smiling and everyone greats me back, but here are little for me to see, it is just fairly new homes.
As I walk around my car, I find a huge dent and scratch on the passengers side. It was not there, when I got the car, and I can't tell when it was made. What I know for sure is; I'm going to pay for it. Well; up to US$2500. Bit of a downer...
As the road continues up north, it sometimes head deep
inland, other times, it is on the beach. The first part is along some
yellow-orange clay hills - or it may be volcanic debris.
Here are so many rivers, meeting the sea. Some are
rather filled, others are only filled with huge boulders, and apparently,
they do get wild.
I see a few mongoose and a single Green Iguana; Iguana iguana. Here are different birds of pray and a lot of dark sparrows. The pigeons/dows come is all sizes, and I think it is mockingbirds and butcherbirds I see. When there are flowering bushes or trees, there will be hummingbirds.
Most of the crops along the coast appears to be coconuts, but here are some bananas and a few large mango trees. I pass Chatoyer National Park, but I think it still is on the drawing board. They might not have gotten the money from the EC yet. I walk some around, but fail to find anything interesting.
Another place, a dry river forms a great path into the tall trees and wild nature in general. I walk deep into the interior - well, until I remember the key and my iPhone is in the car. I doubt it causes any hazards, but "I don't feel lucky today".
bit unexpected, I pass under the
Orange Hill Aqueduct. It is not in use anymore, but forms a great landmark.
Just before noon, I reach the last village in line; Fancy. It must be named by the same numskullic Britt, who named a brown snake White Snake and a white or pink crab Black Crab. There are absolutely nothing Fancy about this place! Here are ponds on the slightly sealed road, sheep and chicken in the street and not much more. Not even access to a beach!
I end up in a real narrow set of wheel tracks among small huts, and turn around. A bit back, I find a high hill with a great view, perfect for lunch. Here are a tick and some interesting plants, although I suspect they are invasive. Well, except the orchid.
stop a few times on the way back towards Kingston, but I don't see anything
new. The coastal road I missed on the way up, are not really different,
except more intense populated.
I head home with the car, and do a short pit-stop, to do some stitching on my hard working travel bag. Then I walk down to old Kingston, and here are two streets and one alley. I find the market, which is a bit dead. Outside are a bit more lively, but not much. The fish market is open, but here are not that busy either.
find an area with true car-booth sales. Here are everything from electronics
to home-grown vegetables and Chinese dressing.
The harbour is closed off, but the area close to it,
is a gathering of tiny bars and alike, and this Friday afternoon, it is
I fail to see any tourists around here at all, and I failed to find any souvenirs in Kingston - or anywhere else. They should have cruise ships, and Belmont Lookout was ready for it. A bit sad, considering it have been one of the most pretty islands I have visited - and yet again: It might be great for the island.
Close to six, the dark clouds from the mountains are getting close, and I find a Subway, serving a Veggie Delight, before I head home, in the drizzle. I have way too many photos, and it is going to be late - again. The Central, The East Coast and Kingston
It is a rainy morning, and I'm glad I did get to see Kingston yesterday, in the
sun. I did wait patiently for my breakfast, but is was not worth the wait. It
clears up, and I store my bag in the car, and head out to Fort Charlotte.
It is fare from impressive, but in pretty good shape for an old fort. The views are great, and one room is dedicated to the islands slave history. Real short stories, huge paintings, Trampedach worthy. I do the walks around the place, make the photos and head on.
My short list of sights have ended, and I do a loop through Kingston, but here are real quiet. Then I head up the western coast once again. I stop at some of the beaches I skipped the first time - or I see them again. The fishermen are sitting at their boats, and to judge from the amount of empty beerbottles, they have been here since yesterday.
I stop at one beach I've seen before, but not the end where Pirates of the Caribbean had a large movie set. The buildings are still here, although the artificial stonewalls are beginning to fall of the wooden houses. I can't tell which scene from which movie it is...
In a nearby cove, I find the other Anolis of Vincent; Anolis griseus (but I might have confused them), and to my great delight; I finally find a Red Footed Tortoise; Chelonoidis carbonaria. It is in a way more dry area then I had expected. And it is fare from as red-footed as some I have seen in captivity.
It might be the weather; rather dark and on the edge
to rain, or the high tide, but the shadow crabs are real active, and I get
I'm in the airport three hours before departure, and get
to pay US$ 625 for the bloody dent in the car. I get a cold cup of coffee,
have to use my own sugar, but pay US$3. Then I start finishing up Saint Vincent. The security control
of six bored officers and I'm the only victim. My carry-on is taken totally
apart, while the make guesses on what they saw on the screen.
Saint Vincent have been a real beautiful surprise.
Here are fare from many sights, but the landscape and nature are fantastic.
I could have spend a day or two more here. I have driven 298 kilometres,
taken 901 photos, and spend quit some money: