Saturday May 31
Mrs. Peel kicked off the day with a fruit plate and I took a swim. We hiked back out to "Out Of Town Pastry". I think we got patties here (notes don't mention what we got - We were discussing this last night and when she saw the picture below Mrs. Peel began salivating like Pavlov's dog - i.e. good food at the far end of town).
As we're walking back toward Catcha a young JA man on bike took notice of us. He pulled up by us and said," You're a lucky man. . . "
I looked over at Mrs. Peel and I could tell her head was beginning to swell. I was thinking we'll need to butter her skull to fit her through the cottage door.
Then the young man looked at my legs and said," You're lucky, you got two different colored feet." Mrs. Peel looked crestfallen.
Although I'm willing to state in front god and anyone else listening that I am a lucky man because I was walking a back road in JA with the love of my life.
Next we walked down to Scotia for some cash. It was a typical ATM transaction in JA, meaning it took less than half an hour and less the 75% of the curse words housed in my vocabulary.
After the Scotia frustration and reinforced with cash we headed to Bourbon Beach for suds.
The bartender demonstrated some trick ways to open a beer bottle, these techniques are lost to my hazy memory - should have wrote them down. The night before "Third World" had played at B/B. The bartender said it was a good party.
North of Bourbon Beach we could see a monsoon that looked like soon come was on its itinerary. Jamaicans in B/B didn't seem to notice the "no Ganja" signs. (full disclosure: this bad photo may not be B/B it may be Alfred's.)
My next note is so cryptic I can't decode it so I'm just going to assume it's true (direct from the transcripts):
"Horses were in the bar."
Next stop was Alfred's, then we settled in at Sunbeach. Sand Gravity seemed to jam up the workings of my watch and time crawled along at a glacial speed. As time slowed down fun rose up. Allisia was beer wrangling.
We ordered the salt & pepper shrimp (again) and waited out the monsoon.
After the rain we walked out to the road and caught a taxi to 3 Dives. Someone made sure that the subs didn't pass me by and good times ensued.
We spoke with Jenny (an Ag. student) there. Mrs. Peel got the curried goat and I had the shrimp with beans and rice. Excellent food!
. . . and then the curtain came down.
