Hugh here. Alex suggested that I write the log today.
It is hard to imagine being so far away from home. I traveled about 27 hours almost straight to get here. I think the feel of these islands is even farther away from
I flew in on a tiny little airplane (a twin otter for anyone interested in aviation) that did not have a pressurized cabin. We had to fly low and what a ride it was. We landed on several islands on the way here, and each island has its own character, and each is beautiful. Flying in you see waterfalls, inaccessible heights, horses and goats, beautiful fairly terns circling below (and sometimes above). It is impossible to describe how beautiful these islands are.
The joke here is that the islanders thank God that the French administer these islands rather than the Americans. I have to agree. Visitors today see these islands much as early Western explorers. There are no skyscraper hotels, no business parks, and no mansions. It truly is a paradise, and I am glad that these islands are so inaccessible. I can’t wait to sail here in my little ketch Chinquapin.
By the way, let me warn other would be guests of alex’, stay away from his wine (epoxy) unless he can prove he has made substantial improvement since I was here.
Peace love and Swells beneath a tall green mountain.
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