Стопами Че Гевара... (Last Day)

Naturally there was no diving on the last day. Technically I could've squeezed in two-tank dive in the morning... but bad weather and special transportation it would've been too much. So instead Andrej and I rented a couple of motorcycles and embarked on a road trip around the island.

There is only one paved single-lane road on the island. It connects west and east. Little towns and villages all alike fly by one after another. Coxen Hole the island's capital appears to be the busiest place here with heavy traffic and crowded streets. One could spot a few tourists in the crowd. My guess is that they are coming from the cruise ships docked in French Harbour.


Coxen Hole

French Harbour is the next large town. It's home to the islands fishing fleet. Industrial looking town. There is very little development past French Harbour.

A few times we took some side-roads in hope of crossing the island from south to north, but always ran into some unimaginable slums and dead ends. People paid very little attention to us. The slum dogs were nothing like the dogs at West End. Looking like walking skeletons, they would run away from people.