So as a last resort I hiked the Jacquot Trail. Now this trail was in the Northern part of the island and established by an Austrian company who had acquired the concession for the area. Cleverly they had gone for the triple option over the same basic area, so you could go zip-wiring through the canopy,
or just hike up the mountain.
I took the most arduous rote - walking. Arduous mostly in the company. Now one shouldn't trade in stereotypes, so here goes. I was in a group with a stereotypical middle-aged American. Loud, bald, seriously obese with a tiny wife who had clearly arrived by mail from the Philippines. Unfortunately he didn't seem to speak to her at all, but at all times he addressed the group. And he was under the mistaken impression that he was a great wit. Rarely in the history of mankind can one man have been so wrong - pretty much between him and Chamberlain. I am hardly fit, but with him we were pretty much on mega go slow. I did rather feel the guide was a little unadventurous - we could easily have outrun him. Probably against company policy to leave a tourist alone the forest, but surely there were extenuating circumstances. Anyway, it was well worth doing, although unfortunately there were no good viewpoints to just see the surrounding countryside from the mountain, and any birdlife would be scared off by the constant "banter."
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