The rest of the day was very quiet indeed. We spent it at the Hut sunbathing, reading and having the occasional dip in the pool.
As always it's amazingly hot and the Princess is working on tanning her back, while mum is powering through yet another book and Henry is vacillating between being in and outdoors.
For the last couple of days Jen and I have been struggling with some huge bites that are very itchy. We are trying all sorts of remedies. They are soothing for a short while but then the irritation soon comes back. This is the first time that I've had such bites. So I need to wear repellent after all.
Food hasn't been high on the agenda for anyone today, least of all mum who's just not feeling hungry. Nevertheless I give her a couple of small veg patties for lunch (with Country Boy pepper sauce on the side of course) and she enjoys them.
As we get into late afternoon nobody can decide on whether to eat out or stay in tonight. In the end we opt for staying in and face the challenge of what we can make for dinner. It ends up being an interesting concoction of breadfruit (which Henry and Jen agree has no particular flavour but is ok), fried dumplings, plantains, beans and scrambled eggs. What a mixture! It all turns out lovely and we enjoy our feast. Jen finishes off with ice cream and rum cake while Henry just has ice cream. Mum and I are too full.
We decide to watch a film - Transformers - at least Will Smith isn't in it Jax!
Of course we don't even get half way through before falling asleep, so it's off to bed.
On Tuesday we decide that we don't fancy a lazy day like we had on Monday, so Henry and I are up early and keen to get out walking. We leave Jen and mum to relax as we expect to be gone for a few hours.
It's even hotter than ever and by 9.30 am it's sweltering. After an hour's walk we are in Hole Town. We need to rehydrate and decide to stop at Lime Grove Bar. We are pleased to see that Philip is on duty today - remember him from earlier blogs? I order water and Henry has a Guiness!
Philip tells us that he came second in the recent cocktail invention competition. He lost by only one point but says he learnt a lot from the experience.
There's a rep at the bar too, discussing different types of cocktails. Philip is mixing them and she looks up at me and asks if I like cocktails (is the Pope Catholic?) Before I can respond there's a Margarita in front of me. I haven't had any breakfast though. Cocktails for breakfast -so it looks as if it's going to be an interesting morning!
Two hours later and we've tested a variety of cocktails having been guinea pigs for Philip and the rep (sorry we didn't get her name).
We're joined by a couple who've been shopping and they order a "pain killer". Philip has never heard of it and I offer to google it. He makes this new cocktail - with a small one for me of course as I found the recipe. Soon we hear the same couple asking Philip if they could ring their taxi driver to push their pick up time back from 11.30 to 2 pm! We laugh and decide that it's time we left. We do plan to call in here for a drink later before going to dinner - maybe they'll still be here.
On the walk back to the Hut we explore Heron Court - another possible place for us to live when move here. It's lovely and there are a lot of empty units We're not sure if this is a good or bad sign. When we get back we can check out the prices on line.
It's been a very long and very hot walk today - mum and Jen are still chilling by the pool when we arrive. Henry dives in and I go to have a shower.
We chill for a little while and then phone the lovely Keisha to pick us up so that we can all go back down to the bar.
It's about 4 pm When we arrive and we're half expecting to see the couple that we left there earlier. Philip says that they left about 2.30. I decide to order the painkiller for me
and mum. She's not too keen on it but
she drinks anyway and then has a daiquiri!
We then head over to our usual haunt - Surfside - for dinner. As always the food is top notch and the service is abysmal.
We see a guy bright pink shirts with a porn star mustache. You know that you have to create a back story so we decide that he's a gay porn star. The picture below shows him and his friends chatting.
We see Mark who's tired after a busy day. Jen and Henry say that they'll be here at 10 tomorrow morning to go out on his boat to swim with the turtles. Mum doesn't want to go on the boat so I'll be staying ashore with her.
Time to call our Keisha and we head home. Oh bless I called it home.
We are beginning to talk about going home as we're flying on thursday evening arriving back in the UK on Friday morning. We keep hearing about how cold it is, that there's snow already in some places with more forecasted across the country. It's hard to comprehend when you wake up every day to a view of the ocean, beautiful blue skies and guaranteed sunshine (even when it rains).
Ruth has sent a text to say that she takes it all back; "Barbados isn't just like home, but warm".
As we turn into the little track that takes us back to the Hut we encounter a bus in the middle of the road. This is a very unusual occurrence as we've only seen 2 or 3 buses since we got here. He staunchly sits in the middle of the road expecting Keisha to back up but she's decided that there's room for him to pull over (which there is). It's a stand off.
She laugh as he has a schedule to keep and we can happily wait. She jokes about "sending Henry to pick up some drinks, putting on some music and partying in the car". She's also annoyed with the driver calling him a "jackass" and threatening to get out and tell him this to his face. We suggest that she backs up and she does reluctantly. She jokes again, "I guess this is going into the blog". Darn right Keisha.
We get a skype call from Jax who is still missing Barbados - it does get into your blood. She warns us that we need to be prepared for the cold and encourages us to "party hard" for our last couple of days here.
We watch the end of the film that we fell asleep watching last night and it's off to bed.
TTFN
Gem xxx
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