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Late Night Jerk Out!
May 22, 2007

I walked to Red Dot to get some milk to make our Cocoa Tea, saying good morning to all those about at this early hour. Which, admittedly, is mostly dogs and chickens. Everyone else must have overdone it last night.

After breakfast we venture back over to the touristy side of Rodney Bay, Reduit Beach. Which is a beautiful beach, despite the big resort type hotels along it. We seem to have hit a good time though, as the Cricket World Cup and the Jazz Festival aren't too distant memories and the rainy season is almost due. Sam manages to half fall into one of the massive storm drains by the side of the road trying to run for the bus in Birkenstocks. But emerges unscathed apart from a bit of stagnant rain water [we hope].... much to the amusement of a guy on the bus.

We get talked into buying some jewellery by a guy called Francis, who is such a good salesman we don't mind... We can only manage 30-45 minutes in the sun before we need a dunk to cool off. There are hundreds of little fish swimming round our legs and the frigate birds circle low. Boring birding fact... The frigate bird doesn't have the oily feathers to enable them to dive like a lot of sea birds, so have to pick their food from just beneath the surface of the water.

Tom and M [back in Vieux Fort] told us of a shack that does good cheap food at the end of the beach so we amble up there looking for lunch. The woman that does the cooking is off somewhere and four moody dreads are holding the fort, with a few spliffs on the go, watching pirated Martial Arts movies. By the time the woman re-appears we have spent all we had on us on beers. One of the guys had lightened up enough to chat for a bit, even though I declined his offer of a joint, although I did buy him a beer. It wasn't the first or last we'd be offered but not really conducive to getting much done in the heat [33 degrees at last count]. He also showed us a shortcut back to the town, which saved a long walk.

We go back to Super J's supermarket to stock up on on stuff for the BBQ John has planned for his and Page's last night at the Guest House. Back home we dance around the kitchen to Underworld, marinading chicken and making our own BBQ sauce, wishing our kitchen at home had a view of the Caribbean Sea. We also start on the supply of weird and wonderful looking bottles we picked up at the Red Dot liquor store. The maddest of which was Rum'n'Peanut. Ridiculously strong and moreish.

John and Page supply the fish, we supply the Jerk Chicken and Coleslaw [oh and the BBQ sauce, which is far too hot] and Will & Stephanie provide the beer and crisps... Duncan appears back from a drunken boat trip and has a little lie down before heading out for even more beer... The BBQ is an old concrete drain pipe, or something, with no hole to draw the air up at the botom. Consequently the food takes an age to cook. We do spot a firefly while stargazing though and earlier Sam saw flying fish from the hammock. All the food goes and we are treated to a spectacular tropical downpour before bed.

Categories: Food & Drink, Travel

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