A good time at SCREW's can lead to a totally orgasmic experience, wouldn't you agree?
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Our dirty laundry was dropped off with Desmond, who promised to have it back, cleaned, dried and folded that same afternoon. Our cases of beer that had been ordered the day before, were being picked up by the Capt'N while I prepped our lunches for the day,
and before we knew it, we were starting another day of Adventuring. We were walking towards town,
"And just how far is it to town?" asked Dave, his muscles still hurting from the day before,
"Oh, about 50 good morning's" laughingly replied Dalynn, and sure enough, everyone we crossed paths with, smiled and cheerfully greeted us with a most delicious sounding Good Morning. I lost count, but sure felt like we said "good morning" at least 50 times.
Before long, we turned right across the street into Little Harlem
where at the crossroads of "Independence Street" and "Bath Road"
we turned right on the road that went straight into and through the Dominica Botanical Gardens, a gardens type of centre also used for conservation research.
Wasn't long before we had to rescue Dalynn, who was reliving old times perhaps and playing in the school bus, from being crushed by the giant African Baobab tree,
Back in 1979, Hurricane David labelled to be the worst hurricane to ever hit Dominica, felled this giant African Baobab tree right onto a school bus where, thankfully no one was hurt, and it all remains there to this day, as a testimony to the fierceness and devastation of the event.
The gardens are pretty, home to many different plants and flowers,
as well as laboratories that are used in an effort to protect and preserve. One of the cages housed a few Dominica's native parrots, the Sisserou and the Jacko. There was another study underway on the Mountain Chickens,
no, not these two characters climbing the stairs, but rather a type of giant tree frog that lives here (of which we didn't spot any). Their population size has decreased dramatically as they are afflicted with a certain disease, and also due to the simple fact that they are also eaten for food. They are now on the critically endangered list.
We did see this beautifully spotted blue guy sunning himself,
as we climbed straight uphill on Jack's Walk Trail.
Now, just imagine, for an instant, another type of moment that can leave you quite breathless. Imagine yourself using a stairclimber at your local gym (what were you thinking of?), non-stop on the highest incline setting, for oh, about 25 minutes? That's the gist of Jack's Trail,
and we were immediately huffing and puffing and sweating our way up, our thigh and calf muscles already sore (and protesting quite loudly) from the last few hikes we'd been on.
However and as always, the views, once you reach the climax can lead to more moaning and groaning, followed by ooh-s and aaah's...
Besides views of the town of Roseau, the ocean behind it, there was also a religious post,
with another type of spiritual moment could have been had.
So what comes up, must come back, right? Back down the hill (thing again, another 25 minutes on the stair-climber) and through the gardens where we stopped on the pretence to watch the school-kids play Cricket (or perhaps it was simply to catch our breath).
Another block or two and we were right back in town where we were just in time to get the bus to Trafalgar. But first, the freshly baked bread smells emanating from the building beside us had us stopping and going in for a look-see... the bakery across from Astaphan's has some really good meat patties. As the Capt'N's tummy was rumbling a little too loudly we went in and got some, and he moaned and groaned in total satiated satisfaction as the last piece was devoured.
We had the bus bring us right to Trafalgar Park where. given that cruise ship season was over, it was all quite empty. Once our park fees were paid, we followed the signs and the path, and immediately found ourselves enveloped in the dampness of the rainforest, totally surrounded by green lushness, the sounds of chirping birds and the high-pitched croaking of frogs everywhere, the heady and aromatic smell of rich dark earth,
and we kept on walking, across small and large boulders and streams,
where we were stopped dead in our tracks by the impressive views of the twin Trafalgar falls, where another slight moan escaped our mouths and bodies as we witnessed the beauty of it all.
We tried to get closer, but the rocks were slippery and somehow our attempts were for naught.
So we stopped for a dip in the refreshingly cool pools of water housed between large boulders,
where a total cold water splashing erupted,
and we soon found ourselves, minus one. Where's Glen??
He's having a total satisfyingly me moment in the naturally occurring thermal springs where the unbelievably warm waters
cascading down from up there somewhere, just felt so pleasurably good on our hot and tired bodies.
It was soon time to leave, and we walked our way down to Wotten Waven, stopping to have our lunch and a Kubuli along the way.
We quickly knew we didn't want to stop here and linger too long, if not the vegetation would quickly suck us into into its depths of nothingness,
The road was closed to traffic, but we managed to walk our way through,
and paid our entrance fee into Screw's Sulphur Spa, used the bathrooms,
changed, and then orgasmically immersed ourselves in total moments of rapture and ecstasy,
"Yikes" my eyes bugged out of my head "this one's hot !"
The moans and groans as our bodies melted into the intense warmth of the various pools, surrounded by feng-shui'd walls of rock, all basins built to house the different feels of heat and very orange coloured thermal waters.
We spent the afternoon soaking and playing around,
and we knew it was time to leave when life got a little to hot and our skin a little too pruned and wrinkly. On our way out, we got got treated to a platter of fresh fruit, which refreshed the insides of our completely exhausted bodies.
We sat around for awhile waiting for the bus, watching life go by, somehow just like the locals seem to do,
where once again we wondered "Where's Glenn?" He miraculously re-appeared just then, with a cold Kubuli beer for each one of us. Ahh...
A short bus ride back to town, a rather long-er walk (due to our lethargy and tiredness) back to SeaCat's, where we moaned and groaned our way from the dinghy and into the cockpit of our home, and once our butt's sat down, we were quite unable to move for a very long time.
Now THAT was satisfying... Was it good for you? It was good for us.