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Previous Chapter: It’s not what you know, you know. After finally getting my certificate translated, that left only the Carte de Séjour. I summoned up the energy to have another crack at it. It is a very draining process, and one has to be psyched up for it. I arrived outside at 6.30am and camped out [...] Previous chapter: Exploring the local flora and fauna. School started again and I still did not have my degree certificate translated, or my carte de séjour. This was becoming a joke, and not a very funny one at that. I telephoned Mme Erivan at the Chamber of Commerce. I had left a photocopy of said certificate with [...] Previous chapter I went walking in the rainforest with some of the teachers from school. I only slipped over on my bum once, which wasn’t bad going for me. I found a cute bloke to help me across the river. His name was Germain and he was a classroom assistant at Caraïbes. After that we went [...] Previous chapter. Having regained my composure sufficiently from my failed attempt to get my paperwork done, I tried again to get my carte de séjour done during the Toussaint holidays. I found the office straight away thanks to Mrs Straw Hat. Trouble was, I ended up waiting for three hours and then it closed for lunch. [...] Previous chapter The next day, I went to the sous-préfecture, which, conveniently, was closed due to refurbishment. The police station was located next door, and that seemed a logical place to go and ask for directions. The officer on desk duty was a Métro. He looked about eighteen, and severely hung-over. A few minutes later, I [...] Previous chapter My role at the Lycée was somewhat fluid at best and took me most of the first month to figure out what I was actually doing there. For a start, at no point was I ever given a timetable. I eventually figured that as long as I put in a cameo appearance in the [...] Based on extracts from The Guadeloupe Diaries, 2000-2001 Previous chapter It was the third week into my stay in Gwada, when one Saturday night, Marie went out to some party or other and I stayed at home experimenting making myself a little treat of curried green bananas. I was quite surprised when Marie came back before ten. “Kate, [...] Based on extracts from The Guadeloupe Diaries, 2000-2001 Previous Chapter Mike stayed with us for about a week. Definitely no longer than that, but it seemed like a month. Mike was a man of few words. Understandable when you don’t speak much of the language, I supposed. The following day, I thought I would be friendly and [...] Based on extracts from The Guadeloupe Diaries, 2000-2001 Previous Chapter Sundays in Grand-Camp were quiet. A lot of people went to church, and, since the shops all shut on Saturday lunchtime until Monday morning, it made for quite an eerie feeling. Most of all, though, Sundays were for family. On one such Sunday, I was introduced to the Beaujolais [...] Adapted from The Guadeloupe Diaries, 2000-2001 Previous chapter I woke up properly around seven the following morning. Marie was going over to see her mother over at Prise d’Eau, so I spent the day alone in the flat. During the first week, I spent most of my time getting settled and finding my way around. I discovered [...] |
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