While traveling on your way back through Lamentin to the Pointe Pitre expressway, you'll pass seemingly endless fields of unusually tall sugarcane.
The never ending fields of sugarcane in Lamentin were taller then usual.
Cynthia, whose young spirits were naturally buoyant, was looking quite her pretty self again, and we all, with the exception of Lawrence, who seemed unalterably gloomy and nervous, were quietly cheerful, at the opening of a new and hopeful future.