Chapter 10
We pulled into Castries Bay late afternoon on Saturday. Sherman talked to the harbormaster and we were allowed to dock. While they were securing the boat, another government official came on board and checked all our passports.
Car and I stood on the deck, watching everything happen around us. The beauty of the place astounded me. Lush, green foliage was everywhere and beautiful flora scented the air. Further onto the island, the giant peaks of the Pitons thrust skyward. It took my breath away.
“Are we going anywhere else around the island?” I asked.
“Anywhere you want. I’d love to take you to Anse Chastenet. You won’t believe the black sand beaches there and the scuba diving is great. We might even go to see the volcano.”
“I’d love that.”
“All right,” Sherman said, as he
