Toussaint Louverture

At the height of the British slave plantations in the West Indies, insouciant owners would come home to find a white cockerel with a slit throat hanging and bleeding  all over their front door. Voodoo!

Tonight I come home to find strange voodoo dolls placed carefully outside my front door. Oh no! What have I done to anger the eternal spirit of Bondye?

Heap Strong Medecine

Heap Strong Medecine

So I guess it must be Ok because someone has spelled out “THANKS” with finger bones.

Primitive

Primitive

The charming potters who built their own kiln on the beach, as mentioned in previous post, shipped out very early this morning. They left me a gift of the ritual slaughter figurines they had been so lovingly kilning over the last couple of nights. How sweet.

Voodoo sunset last night

Angry Voodoo sunset last night. Click on these photos.

Tonight however the ladies have left and Nature is at rest.

No wind.

No wind, no sail.

Tranquille

Tranquille

A couple of birds.

Chinese Bulbul

Chinese Bulbul

Pacific Reef Egret

Pacific Reef Egret

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