The time was up in my Brazilian passport and I had to leave Dominica. My destination was the neighbouring island of Martinique. As a place to escape to, I couldn't complain.
Waiting for the Express des Iles ferry to arrive from Guadeloupe, I looked out from the rooftop of the terminal to the massive Star Princess cruise ship.
In the foreground was the flag of Dominica- with its indigenous Sisserou Parrot, found in the country's rainforests. The green background represents the forests, the cross is for the Christian faith (black for fertile soil, yellow for native Indians, white for pure water), the red disk is social justice and the stars are for the ten parishes.
Roseau water-front from the ferry terminal rooftop.
Motoring away from port.
Along the coast south of Roseau.
Scott's Head at the south-western tip.
Good winds, choppy seas and a yacht sailing the Dominica-Martinique strait.
View back towards the south coast of Dominica.
After forty minutes, reaching the north coast of Martinique, with its cliffs and summit of volcanic Mt Pelée.
Down the west coast, there were more cliffs, a dry scrubland forest on rocky soils and yachts heading up and down. From the back deck, I also spotted the white circle of agitated water where a whale had just dived under (unfortunately I missed the whale itself).
Arriving in Fort de France. With its white buildings spreading along the coast and up hills, it looked like a French Mediterranean town. The Fort can be seen in the foreground.
On dry land, after finding a small hotel for the night, I went for a wander through town. Along the front by the fort was an area where you could dive into the sea from a wooden platform.
Here was a swimmer (rather evasively managing to get his arms in the water each time I took a photo) between the dockside and the anchored yachts.
