Enchanted Rainforests of Dominica

First published in The Telegraph newspaper and online here

(A creative piece of writing inspired by my trip to Dominica last year) 

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I stand, motionless, with the clouds swirling around me. They part in the breeze to reveal the tender, foliate-covered southern slopes. Hidden from sight in a crater between two volcanic peaks is the haunting Boeri Lake, on the Caribbean island of Dominica. I follow the trail into the thickest fog and begin my gradual ascent.

Dense walls of plants and low-growing trees envelope the trail. Steadily, I become ensnared in this prison of foliage, yet I feel a sense of independence and freedom with each step. The ground is swampy in places, and wooden boards and logs are swathed in a thin layer of slime. I pause to witness the entirety of the unruffled, picturesque lake.

It is just me and the birds. The rhythmic buzzing of a hummingbird’s wings disturbs the stillness, and a purple-throated Carib appears, pirouetting around the flowers of a blooming balisier. A sweet nectar breakfast.11817284_10205447978499394_7434109427185871318_n

I move on, continuing my gradual ascent and feeling like the only human on this earth. Off to the right, but only if you know where to look, is the trailhead that leads to the Boiling Lake. There is a long section of elfin woodland, akin to that of an enchanted forest. Within this fairy-tale realm, you would not be surprised if the birds and the trees began verbalising their thoughts, or if hobbits, elves, dwarves and orcs came out in the open, swords clattering and axes falling in a middle-earthly tussle.

As I climb higher, a fine mist shrouds around me again and for a moment I see nothing but a veil of white. A drizzle of light rain begins to fall. Back home, I would have been standing on an icy, uncaring railway station in winter’s darkness with a forbidding wind howling along the tracks. I would hunch my shoulders, zip up my jacket and pray for the aluminium caterpillar to arrive.

The rain is different here. You can almost sense the trees and plants groaning with pleasure. Birds become animated and tree frogs begin to sing. Everything bathes in the soul of Dominica’s dark clouds.

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Just as suddenly as they arrived, the mist and rain now depart with a bolstering breeze, and a window of blue opens up around me. I am at the highest point of the trail, standing above a steep procession of precarious steps.

The rain begins again. Heavy raindrops thunder into the earth, and puddles and streams appear instantly as waters converge to seek lower ground.

The noise is raucous – as if I am surrounded by a frenzy of boisterous drumming. The rain recedes and everything is saturated. We pause, the creatures and I, before we set off again.

Afternoon arrives as I once again emerge on to the paved road at the bottom. I follow it back to civilisation before the rain begins again.

Other photos from Dominica:

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Open Water Diver qualification
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View from where we stayed
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My foot as I jumped from a high rocky surface into the azure water (I had a helmet)
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(I like taking pictures of feet?)

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Georgie Bolam View All →

Student Journalist, Creative Writer, Poet, Traveller, Eco Warrior

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