There follows the last stretch of my walk to Bridgetown.
Bougainvillea continued to spread its various shades of magenta and pink along the roadsides. In the first of these two pictures, the rambling plant seeks the protection of the thorns of the plant to which it clings.
Others ramble around buildings that have seen better days.
I passed a slender schoolgirl complete with backpack on her way to her classes. Her hair had received the typical close attention that the turn-out of all these young people displayed.
Although some of the roadside buildings remained rather unkempt,
others were smarter,
and even grander.
Those steps, and the increasing traffic informed me that I was nearing the Bajan capital. Was the young woman with her arms folded pondering boarding the taxi/bus?
Had she done so, she would probably know what offence the hapless driver went on to commit.
Other flowers in the hedgerows and gardens were frangipanis
and hibiscuses.
By the time I reached Bridgetown in the heat of the day I wondered whether I should, like this woman, have taken one of the rare buses, or at least heeded the advice to start out at 5 a.m.
As previously mentioned I did ride back.