We’ve been back for almost two months and I think I’m still sore from our hike, more to come on that. I didn’t mention this in my last St Lucia post, G and I celebrated our honeymoon in St Lucia. We didn’t realize it until we landed, but apparently (and it was very apparent), St Lucia is the honeymoon capital of the world.
Because neither of us are huge fans of non-stop pampering, we took a few day trips to explore the Island. There was lots of ginger candy, tropical fruit, sweating, and colorful views. Here’s some of what we did:
We drove through a banana plantation and ate bananas that we practically picked ourselves. We learned so much about them. Did you know that a banana plant only bears one bunch of fruit in its lifetime, and that it takes 9 month from sprouting to banana eating? If a farmer wants to grow more bananas, they have to cut down the plant once its bunch is harvested. Then, they need to dig up and transplant the suckers that sprout around each banana plant – each of the suckers will grow into its own plant. Banana plant reproduction seems to be a lot like bunny reproduction. And while it’s a slippery, slippery slope, G and I decided that we’re going to try and grow banana plants at some point in our life.
We went jungle shopping for fruit. There are wild mango trees, pineapple plants, passionfruit vines, cocoa and palm trees, breadfruit trees, cashew trees, calabash trees (!!!). Be careful of the boa constrictors…or if you want a controlled encounter, go meet David and his boa Goliath.
We went to a couple of fishing villages – Anse La Raye and Canaries, I followed some roaming chickens around, and G gave me a lesson on personal safety (oops).
We went to a waterfall, volcano and had lots and lots and lots of local Piton beer.
And the hike. Oh the infamous Gros Piton hike. When we signed up for the hike, they told us it was difficult and we giggled to ourselves: “right, sure…’difficult.'” Our first clue should have been that it’s a guided hike. Our second clue should have been the water requirements (2 liters). The hike was 2 hours up and 2 hours down and zero% of those hours had any semblance of level, flat ground. It was non stop rocks and boulders that we had to hoist ourselves over and in some occasions felt like a nearly 180 degree incline. I don’t think I’ve ever sweat as much or been so short of breath. After 2 hours, we made it to the top with an incredible view that my camera couldn’t do justice even if it tried. Then we had to hike down and I think I still feel my legs shaking. I got through it because Gib promised me rum raisin ice-cream when we got back. Afterwards, we had pizza and beer, and suggested they clarify their brochure.
And now, off to the NJ State Fair!