We are at the island of St. Helena, a British Overseas Territory out in the Atlantic, two days by ship from the coast of Africa. There is no airstrip here, but a mail boat arrives once every three months, rain or shine. We will be very careful to be back to The Amsterdam this afternoon, before sailaway time! It is a long swim from here to any major landmass.
And now our time in St. Helena has come and gone. we have seen the island from top
To bottom.
We saw Napoleon's house
And his first grave (although he is now at rest in Paris).
We visited Jonathan, the 150 year old turtle, who lives in the garden at the governor's mansion.
We enjoyed seeing the sights and meeting the friendly and resourceful folks who live in this isolated place.
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