Guadeloupe
Our Posts about Guadeloupe
Every so often you hear about these crazy thrill-seeking adventurers who, for reasons known only to them, attempt to trans-navigate the Atlantic Ocean alone. I’m not talking about people with good sense enough to make the attempt by sailboat either. I mean looney brave souls bent on making the journey by kayak or canoe.
When you travel to the Caribbean as often as I do, leaving a wife at home to care for two young kids on her own, it’s always a good idea to return bearing gifts. Jewelry, dresses, scented candles and island spices are always high on my wife’s list, but on my last trip I decided to give her a true-brew taste of a very uncommon destination.
That’s right, I brought her back a beer.
The wide varieties of rums and the historic distilleries where they’ve been produced for centuries provide as good a pair of reasons to visit the Caribbean as any. Devotees of the noble spirit regularly make pilgrimages to The Birthplace of Rum (Barbados), The Rum Capital of the World (Martinique), Puerto Rico, St. Croix, etc. to revel in the heritage and rich tradition of the region’s most enduring industry.
All of these sun-kissed shores have much to offer anyone who appreciates the rum-maker’s art, but arguably none are more uncommon than the sandy ones pictured above.
This is Marie-Galante.
Communing with dolphins in the protected waters of the National Nature Reserve of Îles de la Petite-Terre, Guadeloupe.
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I’ll never forget my first, and so far only, visit to Guadeloupe. I was about 11 or 12 years-old and traveling with my St. Croix Dolphins teammates for yet another swim meet in a nearby island. Only this island wasn’t like any other I had been to thus far.
Oh, it had all the usual things you’d expect in the Caribbean – pristine natural beauty, friendly people, warm and sunny weather… Just about everything else, though, was different, and definitely not in a bad way.
Like Martinique, which I’m much more familiar with, Guadeloupe is an overseas region of France. This is similar to Hawaii’s status with the United States, so you basically get the best of France there with some nice Caribbean spice to make it even better.
To surf is to be sexy.
Really, you have to have some seriously strong abs and athletic agility just to stand up on the board, much less shred a wave and ride it all the way to the beach.
I learned this the hard way when after 25 years of non-surfing activity I tried the sport again a few weeks ago in Tobago. How’d I do? Well, let’s just say that if I had been along for my brother’s recent surfing adventure in Barbados I would’ve made him look like Kelly Slater. Indeed, I would’ve flunked Boosy’s Surf School.
Someday I hope to muster enough courage to share all the gory details with you, but not today.