Isle of beauty, isle of splendour,
Isle to all so sweet and fair,
All must surely gaze in wonder
At thy gifts so rich and rare.
Rivers, valleys, hills and mountains,
All these gifts we do extol.
Healthy land, so like all fountains,
Giving cheer that warms the soul.
(from Dominca's national anthem by Wilfred Oscar Morgan Pond)
Cruising friends had recommended we contact a certain member of PAYS named Martin by VHF upon arrival and he would take care of us. Within minutes of the call, he appeared in his trusty pirogue aptly called Providence as he was such a blessing to us. So that we would not have to put our dinghy in the water (a challenge in that anchorage), he offered to take us into town to clear customs the next day, recommended a place for lunch, arranged a tour of the Indian River for the next afternoon and found us a place to rent a car for the day after. He even took our garbage and brought us a bunch of ‘banana figs’ a small plump tropical version of the fruit as a gift. What a guy!