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My companions go off to interview Erma Pratt after breakfast, but I'm too tired from the previous night, so I stay in and catch up on photos, blogging, and communication with the outside world. It's a hard decision: Erma's grandmother Sophia was one of the last midwives on the island, and an amazing woman... but I'm exhausted.
Another interview this morning! Mary Allen invites us to breakfast on her balcony, heaping our plates with potatoes, omelette, and buttered toast. After breakfast, my dad and Kathleen follow her inside to conduct the interview (and afterwards attend a church service), while I wander on the beach. The beach is half sand, half exceedingly sharp karst limestone. I see thousands of nerites and hundreds of little hermit crabs, some lovely (empty) conch shells, and a couple of tide pool fish.
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Figure 1: Whole coconut
Update: Now with photos!
After breakfast I take a quick walk around the grounds, photographing some plants that were hard to see in the evening light last night. My wandering comes to stop when I find a fallen coconut. "Jackpot!", I think.
Today we wake at 7:30, for we must get to the airport by 9:30 in time for our 11:00 flight. (I'm a bit groggy having stayed up to midnight tagging all my photos. That was likely the last night of the trip where I'll be caught up to my photos.) After breakfast in the hotel's dining room, I have some time for a few pictures of plants whose flowers are only fully open in the morning, such as Momordica charantia (Bitter Melon). Then we are off to the airport by taxi.