Day two, Wednesday, May 28
We had breakfast overlooking the sea.
Carol was our server and she was sweeter than bear meat. Coffee is self serve in an urn which is perfect for me.
I really, really need coffee to start my sputtering motor.
After breakfast we walked to the beach. We stopped for a couple hunks of that special chocolate cake you can obtain in the west end. Two pieces for $20. The cakes seemed to have lost their old punch, either that or I'm incredibly jaded.
Next stop was Sun Island, I was looking for some swim goggles (the little kind you use for lap swimming/surface swimming). Sun Island had none and they sent me down to the drugstore, across the street from the Chinaman's (downtown). On the way down we stopped at the Sea View Sports Bar & Grill (AKA the Corner Bar).
It's a fair walk to the beach and one must stay properly hydrated in the tropics.
The drugstore came through with goggles and we walked on to the beach. We passed through the area that looks like an open air market. I picked up a servicible herb grinder in the market. Mrs. Peel got a craft bracelet (if my memory serves).
We hoofed it as far as Sunbeach and decided that was far enough and it was time to re-hydrate. Sophia was tending bar and miracuously (to me anyway - my memory is simply vestigal at this point in my life) Mrs. Peel remembered Sophia's name (how does she do it?).
Mrs. Peel was sampling rum punches and I was replenishing my vital fluids with a little help from the Dutch. A submarine may have surfaced while we were at the beach, but again, the memory is hazy so let's simply assume (based on past practices) that is what transpired.
Then we were hungry.
We ordered pepper/salt shrimp.
We headed back down the beach. As we neared my daughter's favorite spot on the beach (Root's) I heard nature distinctly calling to my bladder.
Libations of all sorts ensued and the next thing you know, someone had turned up the (sand) gravity and we were a long way from Catcha. There was some minimal panhandling going on at Roots, nothing problematic though.
Nature called again by the time we reached Alfred's. Alfred's had a small "No Ganja" sign posted that was being ignored by the assembled with extreme prejudice. Mrs. Peel concluded that Alfred's had the best rum punch she'd sampled that day. That's what she said but she may have been punch-drunk by that time.
We managed to navigate back to the Chinaman's for groceries but it wasn't the most organized shopping excursion.
Somewhere (my notes fail me) we had pina coladas and dirty bananas. My next note is: The sun fell early this evening.
