I ate THE best macaroon ever. That is important, especially for my friend Julia to know.
I managed to taste myself through 5 sorts of rum punch so far, the highlight being our lunch chez Madame Cannibal yesterday where they offered over ten different varieties, all already stationed on our table.
The result: except for the very fancy lunch spot we found today, which offers punch at a shocking EUR 7 (to give you a comparison, they are usually about EUR 2), they all have too much rum, which makes them quite potent and quite delicious.
Though the travel guide was lying (“short stretches lead steeply uphill”), I managed to hike all the way steeply uphill to the place of 3 waterfalls and a scared the tourists who I met up there by jumping over rocks to get my pictures done. I thought after that hike the risk was worth it.
I escaped the fog and hiked up a little volcano, knowing quite well I would have to make my way up here again:
I call it Biskop Steps to the power of ten.
I had my Dad tell me about 534 volcano jokes.
I learned that there are in fact mosquitos at 1500m height.
I had an afternoon nap here:
I managed to order red wine in French fluently. What more does a girl need to know?