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| Reunion is french. If you don't speak french, you have a hard time! Pugeots, Renaults and Citroens belt along on the right-hand side of the road, and everything is imported at French Franc prices!! Needless to say, we bought as little as possible, and with Big Macs the equivalent of A$10, ate in! Duck's idea of provisioning was a french loaf [warm and crispy] and a slab of the local Bourbon brew! The small boat harbour is a favourite |
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| spot for french cruisers who often leave their boats for long periods. As you see it's pretty crowded with no alternative but to raft up 3 and 4 abreast, but hell it's free and there's plenty of water! In this pic, Destiny's about an inch from my chin. Many of the long-timers working in Reunion whilst fixing up their boats have turned a shed next to the harbour- |
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| masters office into a bar/internet club where we met most nights. Duck arguing with a Brazilian pacifist in broken English, while Jude accessed the internet on the mezzanine floor! The bus network is great so we took a trip to the old colonial capital St Dennis with it's street cafes and markets, and another to the cirque de Cilaos in the mountainous interior. |
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| The cirque was formed by the collapse of the old volcano caldera. The bus trip up the narrow winding road [400 corners] was hair-raising, a real white knuckles job, with eyes shut as we swung dangerously close to the edges, and raced through tunnels with only an inch to spare each side! Got a lift down with Andre, a visiting mountaineer from Brittainy, who was still on a high after climbing to the summit! After that, we weren't in the least concerned about crossing a mere ocean! |