Woke up refreshed and re-energized. Headed down to breakfast about 8:30. They already had my setting laid out for me. Slices of bread and one large piece of sweet bread, some butter, coconut preserves (which was amazing), fresh squeezed juice, and coffee. I had my first cup of coffee in eight years. That would pretty much make it the second cup of coffee in my life. It was actually pretty good once you doubled it up with cream and four packets of pure cane sugar.

I was falling behind on blog duties so I went in search of a power adapter. The French uses a two round prong adapter. I had picked up a adapter for Dominica but it was not the same here. Man it would have saved me a lot of headache if I would have just picked one of the multi-country adapters from work. There was nothing available in town, so I had to go back to Fort-de France. I grabbed a Ferry and for $6 E r/t I made my way to FdF. I walked that place for three hours walking up and down each street. There were only two electronic places in all those streets of shops. 98% were just clothes. I was going to exchange some $’s but I had forgotten them back in the room. Hungry for baguettes and Laughing Cow Cheese, which I may add is the best combination that I have ever tasted, I headed back to the hotel. I don’t know if it’s the fresh baked baguette or the Laughing Cow Cheese, but forget PB&J, I know what I want. Show me the Fromage Fondue baby!

On the way back to the resort I picked up another supply of Baguette, cheese, and bananas. This became my lunch and dinner for the whole time I was in Martinique. For dinner I would add slices of tomatoes for that added kick. Now there was two reasons for the strict diet. One, I loved the stuff, after four days of it, I still wanted more, and two, the Euro sucks ass. I have never really cared about the government of the US or its policies, but getting screwed over by the Euro exchange rates is a kick to my groin. We need to do something about that shit. Throw a couple of nukes over and lets get back on top of this financial game. Throw a RTW traveler a bone. Okay enough ranting on the Euro. Well, no. To top off why the Euro was killing me, you have to understand I was in Frances playground for the wealthy. Just because of that, prices for everything was double. Now add in the exchange rate and you can see a piece of my pain. I was paying $3 E for a soda. Not a regular 16 oz soda, but some midget metric piece of little soda. Add into that the exchange rate and I was paying like $12 US for a bottle of Sprite. Jeeezz!!!! Okay,to offset the bad, a good aspect of Martinique. Boobies. Yup, thats right Boobies. The French Caribbean is the only Caribbean Islands that are acceptable of topless sunbathing. Everybody else has a stick up the ass for some reason. Right outside my windows was the segregated off area for boobage. It was segregated off of the main beach by the pier, and there were rock piles and small palm trees that shielded it from the main area. My room thank you very much, kind of over looked that area.. One of my relaxing things to do was to sit back and munch on a baguette coated with Laughing cow cheese, just watching the boobies get tan, or go swimming, or chat with other boobies. It was very refreshing.

I wandered into town again to phone back to the states to see about my Citibank account. Still not working. I also talked to a taxi guy who said he would charge $45 E to take me to the airport on Sunday. Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot stand taxi’s. It is just killing me. Right there my booby buzz went away. With that news I went back to the hotel to chomp on my favorites, bread and cheese, not boobies, and at least get some writing down on paper so I would not fall too far behind on the blog.