A small bride I took a break on. There were small fish swimming around in schools in the water. On the way back, a French person who spend his life in Guadaloupe and French Guyana offered me a ride. He eventually helped me get lunch, sort arrangements out, and offered me a beer at his place (he was a state English teacher in Koulnoue). He was a bit eccentric, and I was in that sleep-deprived paranoid state, so I was very careful to make sure he didn't drug me. At least with me, turns out he was just a very friendly, helpful, but eccentric person.
Rough notes:
http://mandarinmanmarktravelnotes.blogspot.com/2011/05/2011-nz-to-sf-day-11.html
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