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Seychelles Journal Being in, on, the Seychelles is about as close to being one with myself as I'd want to be. Particularly lounging in the steady tropical state of La Digue. You've seen all there is to see in two days. You can then go on to absorb. Feel it in the itchy burning skin. Five minutes floating in the lagoon at noon. Smell the fermenting breadfruit/tropical apple on the paths. It's a kit. Two native species of mammal; the tenrec and the fruit bat. Oxen on the beach. Curious but with feck ghost crab and coconut crabs. One visible species of spider. Green gecko, bronze-eyed gecko, and skink. Hibiscus and bougainvillea. Dripping with lush. Thousands of palms and coconut palms. Takamaka trees for shade on the beach along with boulders the size of King Kong's bicep. The map insists that there is a navigable path around La Digue. You can bike most of it. Jog, but only before sun-up I suggest, more of it. Climb over boulders between beaches where and when necessary. You can even avoid the 10 rupee ($.80 to $2.00 depending on who's converting your dollars) entrance fee at Union Plantation by wading through the bathtub-warm lagoon to Anse Source d'Argent. But you can't. I climbed to an abandoned lookout bunker.
Approximate Word count = 855
Approximate Pages = 3.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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