It’s an early start today as Nicola’s unto her big earner this morning; she gets to do all the flag-waving she wants and she gets paid for it! Of course David has something smart to say about the whole affaire once we meet him this evening for our final few hours together. We’re all a bit subdued but we avoid being too mopey and too nostalgic and head to Trinité to see what the evening brings.
David has been avoiding incessant phone calls from an obsessive female friend who he now brands as a freak. He misses three jingles from her while we’re on the road but when an unknown number appears he gives it to me to answer. It’s another weirdo and we give him as good as he wants – and more besides.
We planned to do mini-golf this evening but it’s a good job we arrive late at Anse l’Etang because we’d have been pissed-off and ripped-off had we had to part with the price of a McNugget Menu for a game of golf in what seems like a field with crab holes; Nic and I resolve to bring sticks and stones next time we’re in the vicinity. The beach is free and accessible and it’s the perfect place for some smouldering, smoky pictures before we call in on Elizabeth and Carson. They’re out on their terrace playing mega-pixelated Super Mario. They’re staying in a cool but cramped hut in a mini holiday village. The pool in the middle of the enclave has been dry since they arrived here from Saint-Esprit in November. Over the past few months however it has become a sort of tip. The state of the pool has been exacerbated with the latest Easter weekend camping antics which saw hundreds of people pour into the village for the holy holiday. The only living creature which dares set foot near the tiled tip is the resident deformed duck. Perhaps it’s the rum and tonic concoction Carson has rustled up for us but the duck seems more like a well-plumed turkey than a bobbing bird.
We indulge in some night-swimming with our American chums. Handstand competitions and people-launching antics are performed before lying back on the sticky sand to take in the twinkling stars and jagged silhouettes of the surrounding cliffs and cacti.
Carson and Elizabeth head back to their holiday home. Nic, David and I resist making ourselves sick on the McNugget challenge and opt for Vietnamese delicacies instead. The last supper is excellent. I never thought water-based noodle soup could be so fulfilling. Sigh. Gone. We share mains but we’re at pains to finish off the remaining bowls of chicken saté and beef barbeque.
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