We woke up only once during the night, apparently the spray we were using on our skin and the malathion worked. I woke up around 8am, and started to write post-cards, but then Betty and Wally returned from the bakery. We sat and chatted in their room while Ruben slept until 8:30, then we had a rich breakfast on the porch.
Around 10:30, Ruben and I took off to Shell beach to collect interesting stuff. I wanted to get shells for each of the kids in Matthew’s class (they were studying organisms), and some for myself. I was hoping to score a conch shell, but no luck there. I snorkeled a bit, but it was pretty disorienting because everything seemed much further away than it really was.
Around noon we went back to the house and another dip in the pool. Lunch was a chicken, salad and bread, again on the porch. Then we packed up and headed towards the airport for the flight back to Guadaloupe. It was sad to leave the island, we had such a good time with Betty, Wally and all the stories.
The small aircraft powered up at the end of the runway to gain speed. He seemed to rev the engine up more than I would expect. Then he let go of the brakes and we took off very quickly down the runway. By the end of the runway we were maybe 10 feet off the beach, right over the heads of the people watching us take-off.
We arrived in Guadaloupe and went through passport control and customs (again), then went back to the hotel. After a small rest and a bit of shopping, we wound up back in the water in the cove by our hotel. The water had gotten much shallower than two days before, partially due to the tides (no doubt) but also because it wasn’t as windy.
We went to dinner at La Belle Creole and I had a Planteur drink that knocked me off my feet. Walking back to the hotel was somewhat difficult, but we made it back and rested a bit more before packing for the trip home.