Had a lovely experience at the beginning of the day. I got a flat after just a few minutes. (That’s not the lovely experience; we’re getting to that.) It happened that I was right outside a community center (i.e. some wooden benches with coconut thatch for shade). All forty people sitting there, men, women, and children, mobilized to help me fix it. Ok, so that was a bit annoying having that many people try to do what is, at most, a two-man job, but it’s the thought that counts. Everyone was genuinely friendly, helpful, and interested in my tree-planting and publicity mission. When I was leaving, I asked the name of the town. It’s St. George, just outside of Aquin.
I’m getting into some really beautiful land these past two or three days. I spent most of today cycling along the coast:
…and stopped in a roadside bar where I was served a beer by a guy called Schopenhauer (honest to god, Schopenhauer) after one of my favourite philosophers.
Made it to Les Cayes and took this photo to prove it:
Then found a hotel room and made the tiniest friend: