We are still making out way up the road looking for accommodation, we are not looking for the Ritz, but have not seen what we are looking for, oh I see "TENT IN MY YARD" signs but the house we see don't look large enough for 4 more people and they are a bit rustic to in need of some quick repair. We see a couple of proper homes but not for rent.
Then we see it a nice house with a sign in the yard "ROOM FOR LENT", we stop and a lady come around from the side of the house a yells Ya Mon park in yard, so we do.
We get out and she points to a small light yellowish and brown stucco house next door. how much $9 USA aday we take it. This is Dasiy's house.

Daisy tell us it is I think her sister house Gorge and she will clean it every day.
It sit close to the road with a small front porch a room across the from the 2 rooms with 2 small beds with very hard looking vine mattress on them and a window no glass just leverd wood shutters, a small kitchen in the back with a gas 2 burner cooker and a gas refrigerator with Daisy fired up for us, I had never head of one before, but it got the beer cool.
She leave us to pick our rooms and bring our stuff in and she comes back with 4 sheets, and tell us the water is the warmest in the after noon and shows us a show out back.
The water line is running along the ground out to the road and is connected to the main water pipe running from down the road to up the road on the ground.
We ask the were to ge so Ganga and see said no problem mon and head off to return with a tea can full. she tell us not to keep it in the hose but out by the tree in the back yard and don't smoke it walking down the road like the Rasts do, they are crazy and stay away from them.
We settle in and get relaxed and are sitting on the porch when a guy walk up from down the road and we talk and he heads on down the road.
We think he was nice but did not understand all he saying with the speed of his dialect and backward sentences, like "soon come" and "true dat",
but we will see him more later.
It getting dark and Daisy comes with oil lanterns for us, oh there is no electricity no mon and see lite a few mosquito coils, and boy did they do the job,
laying in a hot hot room no air moving on a hard bed sweating up a storm and with what sounded like a squadron of plane flying are a round your face
and landing on you forehead and every where else, sweet dream.