The first night we arrived, our taxi driver pulled over so we could watch the sunset and everyone in the car saw the green flash!
Roseau, the capital and largest city in Dominica. The white vans are all buses.
Our neighborhood in Scott’s Head
One night while waiting for our dinner at a local “restaurant”, this kid (Austin Judge) just sat down at the table, pulled out his cards and started instructing us how to play. He was full of enthusiasm and not afraid to call JIm out for attempted cheating.
The jungle around here has some amazing trees. This one has huge buttressed roots.
The hiking trail in a rare level place
Hitchhiking is common and safe around here. One day our host saw us on the road and gave us a ride back up the hill in the back of her pick-up.
Lion fish (credit to Wikipedia for the picture)
One of the many colorful apartment buildings in Picard for Ross University students
Jim relaxing on a fishing-net “hammock” someone strung up on the beach.
Evidence of past hurricanes is never far. Here is a destroyed abandoned hotel complex and a disintegrating barge to serve as a reminder.
The cacao pods we brought home
A cacao pod sliced open with the seeds inside. In the upper right are the seeds of another pod.
On the right is a seed with fruit around it, on the left it has been eaten off.
A flowering tree. These were all over the north of the island.
A typical house in the bush made of what materials are available
These lizards are all over the place here
A nicer house in Roseau. The parked cars give a sense of how hard it is to get around as a pedestrian.
A simple raft built of scraps of wood. It doesn’t have much speed but floats and is working for this fisherman.
The much rougher Atlantic side of Scotts Head. Ours is the long red roof closest to the edge.
A school in Roseau. Schools are commonly built this way to maximize airflow. Students always wear uniforms.
The ruins of the first Catholic Church in Dominica. We appreciated this graveyard having an excellent view and cooling breeze. The church was abandoned after an earthquake made it unsafe.
We saw this same caption in multiple museums and had to remember that we all view history through our own lens. Dominicans see Columbus’s greatest achievement is that he made it home alive.
The rough Atlantic coast. Note how the plants are all shaped by the wind.
The trail to Boiling Lake. About half of the trail was steep steps like these.
Taking a dip in a hot mineral stream on the side of the trail. The water was a blue white.
The trail to Boiling Lake. The peak in the distance (that is in the clouds) was the highest point we climbed to that day. We stood on top of that peak and could see both oceans on both sides of the island.
These land crabs are everywhere in Dominica. They are mostly nocturnal so this was a rare daylight sighting. This guy was about six inches across.
The bounty of the local farmer’s market brought back home
Ruins of a windmill at Bois Cotlette. They harnessed the windmill to squeeze the juice out of sugarcane. Note the cacao tree on the right.
Dominica has very little indications of large-scale industry. Despite having a jungle, there is no logging. Almost everything is done at a small neighborhood scale. Portable mills were common on the side of the trail in places far from roads or any vehicle access, and no sign of a fixed sawmill.
One of the man-made pools at Soufriere Sulphur Springs.