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Soufriere By Bus
May 17, 2007

Feeling less tender this morning we venture into Vieux Fort to see if we can find a bus to take us back to Soufriere so that we can look aroud the town. It's quite humid and hazy and I wonder if we are going to get some rain.

Eugene's Record Den - Soufriere

The Pitons look positively Jurassic in the haze and the Frigate birds circling over the tiny fishing boats look menacing. Considering all the tourist attractions the area has to offer, the Pitons themselves, the volcano and Diamond Falls, Soufriere itself is a small fishing town that looks as though it barely gets by. The southern end of the island really doesn't seem too troubled with tourism.

We seem to have walked around the centre of the place in about 15 minutes and head for a cooling beer before braving the bus back. The buses are mini-buses and occasionally you will get one that is air-conditioned. This one isn't. We hurtle back, over potholed roads, overtaking vehicles, that are already overtaking other vehicles, heading towards hairpin mountain bends. All to the frantic rhythm's of DJ Bass [I think] on Hot FM at earsplitting volume through homemade bass bins. African sounds over almost gabba beats.

The guy next to us reads our palms and tells me I'll live to be 102 [as if!] and that I should stay with Sam as she will be rich twice! He then tells us his name is Mr Bean and gives us beans... to remember him by I guess! When we say we are from London he tells us that he once went to London but ended up on Barry Island! A couple we meet later that night tell us they met the same guy in the north of the island, which I find hard to believe, as he looked like somebody on his way home from work to me, but makes me wonder if they all make this story up for the tourists.

We get back and shower. Sam discovers two tree frogs in the shower and we head off to Debbie's for dinner driven by Lambert. Who insists on giving us the tourist spiel, pointing out stuff we can't see in the dark and can't really hear over the reggae. We have been warned that Debbie's is a "two stomach" restaurant. I order roast pork and Sam has Mahi-mahi [Dolphin, except it isn't... I don't understand either]. But this all comes with pumpkin pie, creamed spinach, breadfruit balls, fried okra, roast potatoes, fish cakes, sweet potato, vegetable rice and plantain. And we had soup to start... with garlic bread.

Categories: Food & Drink, Travel, Music

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