guadeloupe #2 - Some Glimpses of Guadeloupe.

Petite Terre




Surprisingly, also Petite Terre.



The Night-Sky of Northern Basse-Terre.



Fort Royals reception area by day and -



by Night.





Stormy skies.



...are the perfect excuse to relax in your room with a beers and some ho's (Mr. Ho's)



Besides, you never know when you might be hit by a lightning bolt to the throat.



Guadeloupean Hermit-Crab



One of the less shy hermit crabs.



One of the less shy Petite-Terre iguanas (Petite-Terre houses some 10 000 iguanas, and even more hermit crabs).



Coconut?



Working on that last essay.



My Beautiful counterpart enjoying the beach in the meantime.




A guide trying to escape his tour-group.




Pineapple fields, forever.



Hemmingway's in Deshais. Their specialty is fish, meat is definitely their and your last resort.



Jump.



The perfect New Year's Kiss.



The end.

Guadeloupe Report #1: The Average Langley Fort Royal Hotel visitor.

Middle aged, white, male, and dressed in culinary-related swimwear.





Fucking eclairs??
I did NOT pay for four star hotel to see this shit.

Mensch or Übermensch? You choose!

There is something so very sad about this. How actual people can be either real, or figments of someone's imagination depending on what suffix you use.

Saturday Night's Allright (for sleeping)

As soon as Andreas falls asleep he becomes The Amazing Velcro Man, kittens attached everywhere. Or, well, the singular in this case, the other one has passed out on the floor from too much cat-nip.

It's a slow night.

The more you know.

Fun facts:

In Britain, the dental hygiene system is very poor. This, in addition to a British love of custard, makes for very yellow teeth. This is why British humor is more of the ironic kind rather than slapstick so as to encourage a playful sneer and deter toothy laughs.

In Sweden, about 10% of the population is called Inga. Some might think this confusing, but considering the fact that Sweden is very sexually emancipated and sleeping around is not uncommon, it is rather an advantage to be able to pick two girlfriends with the same name so as to avoid calling the wrong name mid-coitus.

The Caribbean islands are part of North America. One of these islands is called Guadeloupe.

"Despite the plentiful flow of rum there you will seldom see drunk locals. Nor is the male population high often, like [you would see] on many other Caribbean islands; you will feel safe at night." (swedish original highlighted below)

facsimile: Aftonbladet, Author Gunnar Andersson.

I wish I knew what this Gunnar Andersson looked like. I'd like to put a face to the name of the person that compresses the world into such a neat, accessible portion. Unfortunately there are many Gunnar Anderssons out there on google's image search, and to tell you the truth, I do not have the time to try find any distinguishing features. Nor do I have time to make a composite picture of all the Gunnar Anderssons out there. So for the sake of simplicity, I found a picture that will just have to do for the time being.



I suppose I don't have to point out that this is not the actual Gunnar Andersson.

I mean, it's just an ass.

The new Swedish railway ticket pricing system - a.k.a "The Opposite Game!"

Hmm. Let me think, let me think.

First class with its bigger seats and free internet to surf while nibbling on a bit of roquefort, as opposed to the MORE expensive second-class tickets with cramped seats, no internet and the rabble who just smell of roquefort.

I don't know.

If only there were a third option that would perhaps sweeten the deal. One even more expensive than second class but also slightly less comfortable. Looks like Sweden needs to break the illusion of it being a leader in modernity and look to Pakistan for help:



It's hard being a thrill-seeking sado-masochist in this cold, cold place. All this money and no place to fall off of.