Location: Roseau, Dominica
Early morning wake-up music was played by Moi. I started off with some Laufey, and I noticed no one had pep in their step, so I quickly changed the music over to some DJ Roca. From the group, I was told to stop playing this music. After all the tired bodies had a packed lunch in their bags, we got a quick lift over to the dock by our dingy. We then met SeaCat, who was our main tour guide for the day. Right when the tour started, SeaCat gave us an introduction to Dominica. As we were driving along, he would stop to either talk to locals about the fruit they had and if it was ripe, or he would simply park the car on the side of the road and take fruits from wherever they were growing. Our fruit tour then stopped at Emerald Poolsa short little walk down to a nice and calm waterfall. I accidentally dropped Sammy’s camera off the wooden porch we were standing on, and it fell into the stream of the waterfall.
I had to hike down the stream, soaking my Interstate Jorts, but thankfully, her camera was retrieved swiftly. After getting back to SeaCat and resuming the fruit tour, we then stopped at a friend of his’s house. Jack and I were tasked with retrieving some fruits from the top of a tree. I don’t care what Jack says; he didn’t get on the highest part of the ladder like I did. Seconds after I had gotten down, I was getting hoisted up again to retrieve more fruits by Big Ben and Jack. SeaCat then got us all back in his car, and we continued to circle the island. After a good 15 minutes of driving, SeaCat stopped again at a lady’s house. They cut open coconuts, cooked up some chicken and plantains, and made homemade chocolate. After being rallied back into the car yet again, we had a much shorter drive ahead of us, and we arrived at a house where locals make Cassava bread. This was easily some of the best bread I have ever eaten. I believe the exact cassava I had was a sweet coconut loaf.
We then continued the search for fruits with SeaCat. His daughter was our other guide, and she would say something like, “Mangoes,” and SeaCat would then back up in the middle of the road and kinda almost steal fruit from people’s yards (except not because he knew them all). The Trafalgar Waterfalls were our next destination. A good ten minutes was spent hiking up rocks to get to this waterfall. This included bag overhead carrying due to the section we had to walk through hip-high water. Once we all got to the top, though, it was all truly worth it. I physically can’t express how beautiful and amazing this waterfall was. We all took turns jumping or diving off a rock into the top part of the waterfall. I know it’s the second time I have used this line, but pictures truly can’t capture how beautiful this experience was. There were some parts of the waterfall that had extremely hot water, so the switch back and forth between hot and cold was amazing. Always great to sneak in a fresh water shower whenever you can along this trip. The walk down was more treacherous than the walk up. Due to all of us being partially wet, thdidn’t of getting down wasn’t any easier. Everyone made it out alive and happy. Then, we made our way back to the dock, parted ways with SeaCat, and called it a day.
Love to all I know and all who are soon to be met.
Music recommendations to make it easier for the writer to convey how our day was:
Modo Avio: by Thiaguiho
Meu Reggae Roots: By NatirutsThe Horizon Has Been Defeated: By Jack Johnson
Corcovado: Joo Gilberto
Ode to Viceroy: By Mac Demarco