Sunset view of Cyvadier Plage from the hotel dining area
It is currently 1.29pm, and I am sitting in my living room finishing off my brunch. As I look out of the windows in anticipation of the impending storm to hit London this evening, I am reminded of the wonderful 28 degrees weather I was experiencing just last week as I was swinging gently in a large hammock overlooking the Cyvadier Hotel beach. Of course, there is nothing quite like being at home, and indeed the ability to call somewhere in this world "home" is a privilege in itself, but I wouldn't mind being back at that hotel for three days again: seeing the sights, meeting the locals and making more great memories.
On Thursday morning I set off to Jacmel, a town in south-east Haiti, for a final short break before leaving for home the following Monday morning. Along with Cap-Haïtien, Jacmel was another area of Haiti that I was told I had to visit, or simply couldn't leave without seeing it. The journey there was by car and took around four hours, but were easily endured as a result of the stunning views of the southern bay. These views, thankfully, also compensated for the seemingly never ending sharp s-shape bends in the mountain roads. I have never had a problem with car journeys or heights. But one thing I don't like so much is the prospect of falling from a vast height, and so whenever I was not peering tentatively at the distance between the outer wheels and each sheer drop, I was seeking solace in that view.
View of the bay. We stopped the car in the middle of the road to get these shots.
View from my room at Cyvadier Hotel
Above: Photos from Hotel Florita, Jacmel
Papier-mâché plays a large part in the culture of Jacmel. Each year there is a carnival, where participants don large papier-mâché masks similar to the one above. The man on my left (above) owned a small store selling masses of said masks and other papier-mâché crafted items.
Crowded marketplace in Jacmel
Above: artwork and architecture in Jacmel