Ville de gars - jeudi, 12.04.07

Jeudi 12.04.07 ville de gars

It has been a long time since I stomached cereal what with our fridge being well-stocked, our holiday buffet offering more exciting eats than any Martiniquan market and the numerous lie-ins I’ve had lately. Today I actually enjoy having a pauper’s meal of Cornflakes and bread. The mosquitoes feasted on my left arm last night and I down an antihistamine with my pineapple juice. I love being up so bright and bushy-eyed when everyone else is just stirring. And I love taking in the view of the city as the morning haze is just lifting.

Today we leave back our rental. It’s full of sand, melted chocolate and other debris. Nic returns home and after lunch in La Croisière we’re soon zipping off to Dillon to suck the scum out of every crevasse possible. The vacuum isn’t very powerful but we use what carwash credit we have before filling her up and making our way back to town with our marginally cleaner motor.

At Europcar it’s the usual saga with Jean-Marc. We’re sweating it out for ages while he arrives as cool as a cucumber. One of his friends follows him in but we’re not in the mood for small chat. Nic is knackered so she heads home while I set off for the cyber café. It’s as if I’ve never left Cyber Délisse. Oliver is perched at the same computer when I arrive. And he’s still getting his media fix. Lionel arrives a while later and we settle for drinks before abandoning plans to go to the cinema due to a lack of public transport and time. We’re crossing the road opposite Le Terminal when Jean-Pierre sticks his head out and beckons us over. He gives me the details of a Frenchie who is learning Irish; learning Gaeilge surely has gained some foreign cult status in Martinique.