Guadeloupe

My last stop before going home. This was the 3rd week of March.

Guadeloupe was my least favorite of the 4 islands I visited, for a number of reasons. Coming in by ferry from Dominica, it took forever before the let us off the boat, and the line for immigration was very long. Actually, there was one for European passports and one for foreigners. I think I lost about 1 hour of my life in that queue. Worse was the fact that the line for foreigners advanced more than twice as fast as the European line (even though Guadaloupe is France!

The island is not as dramatic as Dominica with its many volcanos and the beaches are fine, but I also found the ones in Martinique to be more beautiful.

There was the odd church along the way, like this on in Le Moule

in the town park, a local youth tapped the public net to load his cell phone.

Leaving Guadeloupe was also torture. At the airport there was a line, but it was not really clear to the non-initiated what was going on, the line also rarely seemed to advance while, at the same time, people would come in from the left; it was also hot and humid! Not a nice experience. Fortunately, I was early and thus had no problem catching my flight.

or the one in Morne-a-l'eau that I was not able to look into because it is being renovated.

My absolute favorite was this "village" of family graves, also in Morne-a-l'eau. Apparently they can be kept forever. Quite an impressive sight!

Apparently, all things seem to have it:

Dieter Lütolf

Guadeloupe

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