It’s time for lunch and we can hear the familiar drums of a traditional Maloya song on the radio. I take a sip of Charette rum.
A cat jumps up onto my knees and settles down comfortably. I take pleasure in stroking it. I asked Nico, our guide: “How do you say ‘I love cats’ in Créole?”. He laughed and said something I didn’t understand. “You know you don’t need to tell us. We can see that”.
It was a bright and sunny day and we had just sat down around a plastic table covered with a colourful tablecloth and bottles of local rum, flavoured with orchid leaves, known as “faham”. Our surroundings are incredible, with sheer cliffs and lush vegetation, and at least eight cats.