“Where can you go on the island?”
“You can take the road — left or right.”
I’ve been wanting to ride a bike since February. Now if we could just get the bikes before the Frowning French Foursome (just kidding, but the one couple just looked so unhappy the entire trip).
One morning after our snorkel and breakfast, we managed to grab a couple of bikes. Off we went – with my white, cotton miniskirt billowing in the wind. I felt I should have some bread in the front basket or something. We rode back down to the palm groves near the airport, where the crabs darted out in front of us every few seconds. Then, we turned and went the other way — that would be the right way.
We passed a small boutique, which we rode out to on the way back (I wish I had bought that keshi necklace — it was pretty on me). We continued riding and saw some of the roosters that I had heard from the hotel. We rode some more, bouncing around on the rocky road like a couple of kids, until we were in this weird, barren piece of land as far as the eye could see. Just rocks to the left, rocks to the right, and ocean beyond. You could look back and see signs of life, palm trees, etc. and you could look forward and see a little oasis of palm trees, but both seemed so far away. So we decided to turn back, as we were sweaty, and it was getting hotter out.
We rode a few more times during the trip, but the first time was by far the most fun. Now I definitely need to buy a bike, even a cheap one, so I can be transported back to childhood anytime.
