If you read PART ONE, you know, we were hoping the next few days would go more smoothly than the first…
I woke up itchy.
Brigette woke up on the wrong side of the bed after her battle with the crickets chirping.
Two things we had in common that morning…
– We were hungry (speeding towards HANGRY)
– Our phones were almost dead
First we tended to our hunger pains. We made it safely to and from the grocery store and fueled up for the next mission.
I think a higher power was looking out for us when we decided to mark out where we were staying on an actual map. It was almost like we KNEW we weren’t going to be successful on the mission to buy a power converter or a phone charger, which meant we would no longer have a GPS to follow.
A PSA: DON’T FORGET TO PACK A POWER CONVERTER.
Everything in Martinique is closed on Sundays, like literally, almost everything. We even drove back to the airport with the hope of getting a GPS from the rental car comapny (we obv declined one when we arrived…**eye roll**) or buying a car charger from one of the random carts that are usually in every airport.
My phone died as we pulled out of the airport and so began the long journey back to the Airbnb. Our map reading skills were “rusty” at best. What should have been a 30 minute drive quickly turned into a 2+ hour adventure of ‘map reading 101’ and ‘chasing our tails’. Frazzled by the morning events, we decided to chill out for the afternoon- read, catch some rays & enjoy the pool. We even managed to find a USB plug on the TV to plug our phones into to charge. It was a very slow trickle charge, but it was better than nothing!
TRAVEL TRICK: If you forget your converter, check the TV for a USB input!
Monday rolled around and we were in slightly better spirits- ready to explore the island. We set out for Saint Anne & were planning to make it out to Anses d’Arlet.
Saint Anne was super cute. We walked around for a bit popping in and out of souvenir shops, admiring the beautiful ocean, and ate some delicious French pastries.
On the road to Anses d’Arlet, we stopped to see the Anse Cafard Memorial, which commemorates the lives that were lost when a slave ship crashed into Diamond Rock off the coast in the 1830’s. The accident killed many slaves who were shackled in the cargo area. Having never been afforded a proper burial, the 20 statues serve as a memorial of the horrific incident. The statues, bearing stoic expressions and defeated posture, serve as a jarring reminder of both what happened that night & the slave trade in general. It is a very stirring monument- a must see.
We stopped at the viewpoint to gaze at Diamond Rock. The pics speak for themselves! So pretty!
Onward to see that super Instagrammable church in Anse d’Arlet! It didn’t disappoint, but we were hungry!
We grabbed some local delicacies at a beachside restaurant. Fishballs are all the rage in Martinique. I’d be okay with never eating another one.
It was HOT and we wanted to get in the ocean, so we headed back towards Le Diamont Beach. Our flight attendants on the way down told us to go there! We had such a cathartic and fun time laughing in the waves for a few hours.
It was the best time we’d had since we took off! And then, while drying off in the sun a rogue wave soaked us, our towels and all of our clothes. WOMPPPP WOMP. A super sandy/wet ride back to the Airbnb, but at least we had a laugh.
That night, we made dinner, got eaten alive by mosquitos and went to bed early.
The next day, we were feeling confident about driving and navigating the island, so we decided to drive North and see what we ran into. Unlike other trips, we made the executive decision to take all of our pictures on one of our phones so they would all be in one place and we wouldn’t have duplicates. A terrible idea in hind site…
We had the best day! We took pictures with blogging in mind- something that has been a struggle for us! We drove along the coast, stopping in little towns along the way to peep the scenery and take some pics. The drive took us through the coolest rain forest! We stopped in various dangerous/precarious spots just to grab a photo.
But, eventually we grew tired of touristing and decided we deserved to spend the afternoon at a beach we had heard a lot about! We set off for Las Salenas!
Finally! We arrived at Anse de Salinas! What a beaut! Everything about this beach was perfect! The sand, the water, the tide, the way all the trees made little private nooks all along the shore. It was just glorious.
“I’d show you pictures, but they are buried in a sandy grave along with my iPhone.”
We bobbed around in the water for a few hours, but we still wanted to check out a Rum distillery before our time in Martinique came to a close, so we packed up in the late afternoon & happily headed for our next stop.
“Brige, can you find my phone?” The frantic search began. Now pulled over on the side of the road, we had a Chinese fire drill and hopelessly searched for my phone that we both knew wasn’t actually in the car. Back we went to the parking area of the beach looking for a needle in a haystack. I had left it on the roof of the car. We combed the sandy parking lot looking for my similarly colored iPhone to no avail.
I silently went through the stages of grief as we drove back to our Airbnb. I was most upset that we lost all of our photos from the day. (Remember when I mentioned we decided to only take pictures on one phone…)
We spent the night pouting, packing up, and praying that our clothes would dry before our early morning flight. To add insult to injury, our last hurdle came in the form of a washing machine that I mistakenly thought was a washer/dryer combo (the controls were in French). As you could probably guess, the clothes didn’t dry.
Other things that went wrong:
– Spilling/breaking an entire bottle of the world’s stickiest liquor.
– Trying to reverse up an incredibly steep hill (manual transmission) to avoid rolling the rental car into a house. (Whilst locals looked on & laughed.)
– Almost becoming one with a bus on a narrow bridge en route to the airport.
– Dropping the rental car off before they opened (Basically abandoning it in a pay by ticket lot and praying that I wouldn’t receive a bill for the value of the car because we left it in the wrong place.)
Moral of the story:
Martinique is beautiful! You should totally visit, but let this serve as an example of how NOT to enjoy your long weekend in Martinique!
After a trip like this it is no wonder we ended up having a spat in the arrival terminal once we got home. Have no fear, we’re still friends.