Location: Dominica
After concluding a nocturnal exercise of sleep, the crew of Argo was rousted at the bitter and unholy hour of 6 A.M. With bloodshot eyes and jerking zombie-like motion. Everyone oozed out of the midship companionway to immediately fall into the breakfast line. By the turn of the next hour, dingy rides were well underway. Two vans met us onshore for a fruit-focused tour. After a quick stop to procure fresh bread for lunch, we headed to the first destination. We arrived at what looked to be someone’s backyard, and our guides hopped out, ran into the jungle, and emerged with armfuls of exotic fruits. Between gorging ourselves on fruit, we visited waterfalls and hot springs, swimming at every chance. Eventually, we got back to Argo and ate dinner.