Going to the ATM at the Scotia bank at the roundabout is always an adventure. The place is surrounded by locals begging for money, some of them aggressive, and I always get a bit nervous and apprehensive pulling out $300 USD. I've said many times before how I loathe beggars, though that does not mean I don't sometimes fork over a few bucks. The bank is a good place to do this. The nearest guy gets 100j or so, and I am out of there.

Everyone has their little pitch. One told me: "I'm an old lady. Can I have 100j?" Seemed fair enough to me.

I stopped by the Chinaman shop for supplies, specifically overproof rum and fruit punch. On the way up the hill, I waved at Sexy Rexy.

Shayne, my long-time cabbie and errand person, came and visited at Seastar Inn. We shared a pizza together and got caught up on all things good.

The Jungle party is tonight, so I took a nap to get ready for the evening festivities.