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Gros Islet
May 20, 2007

Lambert calls for us at 9.30 [ish!] and we head along the East Coast, to the north, for week two. We cut across an edge of the rainforest and acre after acre of banana plantations and pass folk on their way home from church dressed in their Sunday best and walking Lord only knows how far. There are little shanty towns all over the place.

We pass through Micoud and across a river that Lambert refers to as the "car wash". We stop briefly, overlooking the bay of Dennery and as Lambert proceeds to tells us some local history, its population etc... I hop out for a few quick snaps. The beautiful fishing village of Dennery is going to become one of the many reasons we are going to have to come back. The plants on the edge of the rainforest are huge. Massive bamboos and ferns and towering trees I don't know the names of.

We arrive in Gros Islet a little early as the drive was nowhere near as long as we thought it would be. The island is barely over 200 square miles. But saying that, there isn't much flat or straight road anywhere. As it's Sunday most shops are shut by the time we think of going out to get food so we settle for Chicken Roti's at Limes, in Rodney Bay, and go back to plan the rest of the week.

Just outside the Bay Guest House though is a little old lady with a cool box on a table, so we buy some beers and water from her. We make some grapefruit juice out of the excess of fruit we have just shown up with and offer some to Page and John... Our temporary new neighbours. Soon we discover that the sun sets right outside our front door so we settle down to watch. Something we haven't seen in the previous week, due to facing East! This is all over by 7.00pm though so we wander back into the village to see what bars may be open.

We settle for the unlikely sounding Scotty's German Bar. No sign of any German's or even German beer! But there is some fantastic BBQ chicken on the go outside and you can take it into the bar. So we grab a couple of pieces and some Piton and rum and watch the world go by. Suddenly it has livened up and the bars stereo battles to be heard over the reggae booming out of various pick-ups on street corners. The locals are out for the evening in force, as are the chickens and dogs that roam the streets.

Categories: Food & Drink, Travel, Music

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