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the end of the island
On our last day in Dominica, we headed south again… all the way south this time. We returned to Roseau, where we visited the botanical gardens. This was on the wishlist of my travel companion, and we had run out of time to visit on Wednesday, our previous day in the south.

the capital, roseau

She enjoyed taking pictures of all the tropical plants. I assisted by scanning the plants with my plant-identifying app, Picture This, and providing the species names, since the plants were mostly unlabeled. She said, more expertly than I, that many of the plants would have been difficult to encounter elsewhere, making it a worthwhile venture for those so inclined.

We found the Old Town of Roseau generally unimpressive, with only a few buildings that even evoked a French Caribbean charm. For the most full-on bougie moment of the whole trip, we stopped for a drink at the Fort Young Hotel’s Palisades restaurant. It was by far the fanciest place we’d been the whole trip, and we enjoyed a lovely mojito by the water.

scott’s head

Scott’s Head lies at the southernmost tip of the island. It was there that we journeyed on our final afternoon to feel that we had experienced the island tip to tip. We stopped at a nice seafood shack called Chez Wen and soaked up the ocean views for one last day. I ordered cajun shrimp with garlic bread (an excellent choice, because I could dip the garlic bread in the sauce) and “banana salad” which was kind of like a potato salad with unripe bananas as the base.

a rowboat on the beach in Scott’s Head

At the final tip of the island lies the Cachacrou Peninsula, which hosts the remains of a British fort, used to defend the island from the French in the 18^th century. The drive up was intimidatingly steep but the view was worth it. (Indeed, this is the quintessential postcard view of Dominica.) Even from above, we could tell how perfect the waters would be for snorkeling.

Scotts Head, as seen from Cachacrou Peninsula

champagne reef

Speaking of, our last stop was Champagne Bay, one of Dominica’s top tourist sites. Snorkeling had been on our must-do list, but our day where nothing went as planned forced us to delay to the final day.

I’m a certified (though still fairly novice) scuba diver, so I’ve done by share of beach entries. They’re always harder than boat entries, especially with scuba gear, but even without this was a rough entry. The beach was rocky with a gradual drop off, but the flippers they gave you weren’t the kind that came with booties to assist with walking on rough terrain. The choices were walk in with flippers on, or struggle over the rocks barefoot, and there was no way to do either with anything resembling grace.

Aside from the rough entry, it was a spectacular snorkeling site. I will say that I found the site’s nominal draw—the “champagne” part of the reef, where underwater geothermal activity is supposed to make you feel like you’re swimming in a glass of champagne—a bit underwhelming. But it was a well-structured reef with lots of the same fish you’d see anywhere in the Caribbean. I also saw Caribbean Reef Squid, all lined up like they were in a regiment, which was new to me. Best of all, I saw a Hawksbill sea turtle, whom I watched for such a long time that he probably thought it was being stalked.

On our swim back, I floated along the edge of the reef, which dropped off dramatically into an azure abyss.

Driving, packing, and airport bustle aside—so ended our time in Dominica.

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2023-10-01
the best $2 we’d ever spent
When we looked out from our house in Calibishie, and from various points around town, we could see an expanse of red rocks beside the ocean. We had not yet found an obvious way to get to them, so after a restful morning, we set out to explore the sights closer to home.

calibishie’s red rocks

The Bradt guide led us to a tiny maze of narrow roads only a short distance from our house. After a few wrong turns, we found ourselves at Red Rocks Bar, where there was a sign saying that the path to the red rocks cost $2 (USD). A kindly bartender took our $4, pointed us towards the path, and informed us that his dog Roxy would likely join us.

roxy the tour dog

And she did! Our canine tour guide accompanied us for a short walk down to a sprawling expanse of wind- and water-worn cliffs of vibrant, rusty red, which contrasted sharply against the dark blue and aqua waters beyond.

I literally had to hold on to my hat due to a steady, cooling wind, which drowned out all other sounds. We each wandered solo to all the corners the sprawling rocks, perfectly smooth but for the occasional pockmark. The roar of the wind created its own kind of silence that in turn inspired a long moment of solitary contemplation, a sort of walking meditation with Roxy as our guru.

calibishie’s red rocks

We agreed it was the best $2 we’d ever spent.

We probably could have stayed longer, but if we had, we probably would have baked ourselves to a crisp unknowingly because the wind was. Back at the bar, we drank a couple beers and chatted with the bartender, who lit up a fat doobie.

batibou beach

Batibou Beach has the reputation of being one of the best beaches in Dominica, not known for its beaches. Tour books cautioned that you had to pay if you wanted to drive down onto the beach, which we were happy to do, following a narrow, unpaved trail through the trees and down a gradual slope to the stand. (In fact, the attendants claimed everyone had to pay, whether you drove or not, so good call on our part.)

batibou beach

It was a white sand beach, with palm trees, picnic tables, and a dude named William who had a small fire going next to a palm-frond hut. He was cooking up fish, a fruit called “bread fruit” (which did in fact taste like bread), and mango, all served on a banana leaf. For dessert, he hacked open a coconut with a cutlass (the term Dominicans use for machete), and we drank it straight from the coconut. (I found the trick to be imagining I was a Pawneean drinking from a water fountain.)

lunch on batibou beach

After lunch, we swam and did beachy things for a while before heading back to town for dinner at Rainbow Beach Bar in Calibishie. We had some bad luck with the drinks there (some truly disgusting rum liqueur thing that we mistakenly thought was going to be a rum punch), but damn the food was good. I ordered the lobster, and I got 3 small Caribbean lobsters, sliced in half for easy eating, grilled and flavorful, with garlic butter sauce. And from there we watched the sun set over Morne au Diable.

sunset from rainbow beach bar

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2023-10-01
the one where nothing goes as planned
In my experience, on every trip, you’re almost guaranteed to have at least one day that doesn’t go as planned. Where everything is harder than it should be. On this trip, that day was Tuesday. We knew many things would be closed on Sunday, and Labor Day on Monday, and we planned accordingly. We expected that by Tuesday, everything would have reopened.

portsmouth

We planned to travel west to Portsmouth, Dominica’s second largest city and its original capital. We’d check out the fish market, get some lunch, do some snorkeling, and head back to Calibishie via the scenic route across the island’s northern peninsula.

We checked out the fish market. Maybe we were too late arriving, but the fish selection was limited to these tiny sardine-like fish that I would not have known how to cook. We did buy some plantains for frying up later, and coconut water that was bottled fresh out of the coconut by a man with small stand. We also met the friendliest drug dealer we’d ever met, who merely wished a lovely day when we declined the gallon bag of weed he pulled from his jacket.

We walked north out of Portsmouth, up the beach to the string of restaurants and water sports places that catered to tourists. It was dead. We found one open beachside bar and ordered a drink that turned out to be the best mixed drink we’d have the whole trip—a coconut rum and lime concoction that was apparently popular with the French tourists. (I believe it was this, but with a local coconut rum.)

deserted beach north of Portsmouth

Abandoning Portsmouth, we drove north to Toucari Bay in search of some more activity, and—of increasing importance—actual food. I had wanted to check out Keepin’ It Real, which seemed to be on everyone’s lists of the best restaurants in Dominica. Toucari Bay is also renowned for its snorkeling. Alas, this restaurant too was closed, and no snorkeling was on offer.

We returned to Portsmouth, thinking that the second largest city in Dominica would surely have some open restaurants to feed two, by this time, starving tourists. We tried a restaurant called the Purple Turtle, which had looked open, but it turned out we had just seen a bunch of locals hanging there playing games.

Finally, a man called—no joke—Buddha came to our rescue. He explained that Labor Day was continuing for a second day, so yes, everything was still closed. On his advice, we headed to the Portsmouth Beach Hotel, which catered to westerners. There we had a lovely lunch of more mahi-mahi and fried plantains.

Once again, the fish was good, but the plantains were dry and bland. Also disappointing—the waitress clearly was just filling in because the regular server was on holiday, so she didn’t know the menu well. When I asked if the prices were in US or Caribbean dollars, she said they accepted both. But when pressed to answer which currency the prices on the menu were quoted in, she said US. 130 USD for a seafood platter for 2 would have been a little more than we were prepared to pay, but would have been an excellent price in East Caribbean dollars (about 1/3 the cost). Sadly, we learned that the waitress was mistaken far too late to change our orders.

dominica’s northern peninsula

It was now 1:30 or so and we were finally fed. But we had accomplished none of the things we planned to for the day. We gave up on snorkeling and decided to just move on to the last thing on our agenda—taking the scenic route through the mountains of the northern peninsula.

By this time, I was comfortable driving in Dominica. (This was no small feat—I have a whole post about the driving still to come.) I spent a lot of my youth in the Mountain West, and I adore driving on steep, switchbacky-roads. This was one of my favorite roads of all time.

Driving north out of Portsmouth, we rapidly ascended Morne au Diable, straining our poor rental car so badly she needed a break at the top. But it was a fantastic spot to stop, trapse out among knee high grasses, and enjoy the view from the top of a mountain that dropped precipitously down to smooth Caribbean waters.

view from the top of Morne au Diable

From here, the road crossed the inside of the crater of a quasi-dormant volcano. Books and Buddha had told us to stop a Cold Soufrière, a cold sulfur spring that could be reached by an easy 5 minute walk from the road. I found the site to be a little underwhelming as a tourist attraction. It smelled like sulfur and was cold, as advertised. Having enjoyed my share of natural hot springs out west, I found the cold sulfur water was novel in its incongruity. But it was a small and not terribly picturesque spring.

Morne au Diable, seen from the east

bwa nef waterfall

Buddha had also recommended Bwa Nef waterfall. Google Maps did not do a great job leading us to the trailhead, so we endured one failed attempt that resulted in us driving throughout a car graveyard ending up among some sheep, one of whom was very angry at our presence.

The actual trailhead was further down the mountain, and it was well-marked with space to park. We were the only car. The hike to the falls was easy for me (a 40+ woman in average shape), but my friend was recovering from a leg injury and found it a bit of a struggle. Along the way we met the proprietor, who assured her that it was not much further, so she persisted. (On our return, he asked for a tip, as we were crossing his land, which we gave him.)

Bwa Nef Waterfall

The falls was one of the more unique ones I’ve been to. Two sharp black cliffs towered on either side of us, so tightly spaced that it felt as if we were entering a cave. Two boulders perched atop a narrow strip of ceiling open to the skies. The boulders looked almost precarious, but the proprietor had already assured us they have been there for years and never fallen.

We ended our day satisfied with the unexpected adventure at Bwa Nef. Sometimes the best parts of a trip are unplanned.

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2023-09-24
dimanche à dominica

The sky was alive with color when we picked up our rental car—a older model Honda HRV—at the Avis rental place a short walk from the terminal. I’ve owned Hondas for over a decade, so the car was pretty familiar to me, aside from the fact that the driver’s seat was on the opposite side. This was my first time driving in a country that drives on the left, and I have to say the 30 min from the airport to the Villa Passiflora in Calibishie in the waning light was a harrowing experience. I will have much more to say about the driving later.

After checking in with the villa’s caretaker, we ventured out into the town to get some dinner and essentials at Coral Reef Bar & Restaurant, which had a little grocery store (more like a convenience store) attached. We sat on the porch just at the water’s edge, which we couldn’t really enjoy because by this point darkness had truly fallen.

That first night we enjoyed a seafood feast that set the model for most of the meals we would enjoy on the trip: amazing seafood + sides that were just “meh”. I had a delightfully seasoned mahi-mahi, paired with fries that appeared to come out of an Ore-Ida bag. We drank the local beer, Kubuli, which I found to be a bit too hoppy for my (admittedly anti-hoppy) tastes. At the convenience store, we picked up basics, including a bottle of the rum that would become our staple, Belfast Estate BB Rum.

We knew most things would be shut down on Sunday, which was fine by us, as we were both looking for a vacation with some built in chill time. Waking up to this view, I was pretty content to stay put.

Perched up in the hills, the house was largely open to the elements. The porches on the first and second levels were nearly as large as the enclosed rooms themselves, of which there were really only four (not counting bathrooms)—a kitchen on the first floor, a master suite on the second floor, and two other bedrooms (one on each floor). Each one could be fully opened up in fair weather, with plantation shutters and French doors and for the most part that’s how we left the house.

Fans and natural breezes provided all the cooling we needed—and when they didn’t, there was always the infinity pool, which is where we spent most of our first day. Laying in the sun, floating in the pool, drinking a Dark & Stormy. Rinse, repeat.

Mid-afternoon (after sobering up from the Dark & Stormy), we ventured out to find some real food (the off-brand corn flakes I’d bought the previous night could only tide us for so long) and explore the local town by the light of day.

We drove west through Calibishie and beyond, along the coastal road that rings most of the island.

After passing through town, the road swept up onto the cliffs and plunged down again to the shoreline. The only challenge was finding places where we could safely pull over to take in the view of the aqua blue, rocky coastline.

We found a fun little beach in a town called Thibou (Tee-bow)—the armpit of the island, as my friend called it, not because it wasn’t nice, but because it was right in the crevasse before the northern peninsula juts up.

Finding an open grocery store on a Sunday proved a challenge, and stores that were open were rather limited in their selections. We managed to cobble together enough ingredients to pull off a chicken curry back at the house, where we watched the sun set on our first full day in Dominica. Despite the challenges of driving and finding food, we felt at peace and confident that we’d chosen our island destination well.

2023-09-23