Okay - I gotta start by saying that I feel like a pimp being the only one posting in the thread that I started . . . hmmmm . . .
Whuuuh! It is hot today, mon . . . . but I like it!
Things are settling into a predictable rhythm, today started with a walk on the pristine beach followed by a swim in the placid, flat ocean. There wasn’t a breath of wind this morning. I watched Mudd (he of dog collar fame) launch a hot air balloon from Donaldson’s and it went straight up for minutes before slowly drifting out over the water.
This afternoon, Bea, Shrek and I feasted on enormous, mouth-watering patties from Niah – that man of Rasta fame. Mine was a ‘combo’ – a delicious mixture of chicken, ackee and callaloo - deep fried in a pan of artery thickening oil over Niah’s natural wood fire. Although it was hot outside, I can’t image what the temperature was in Niah’s bamboo shack.
Then I took a nap. Tonight is the pig roast and Bob Marley birthday party at White Sands. Party on, dude!
Here is a shot of the dog that adopted us just before sunset. After a brief interlude of scratching the flea-infested mutt behind his mangy ears, Bea went to the room and retrieved the can of cocktail wieners that she had picked up at Value Master just in case such a forlorn hobo should drop by. You should have seen his ears perk up when he heard Bea pull the lid off that can. A beach dog! Wasn’t his first dinner from a can, obviously. Anyhow, at the ripping of the top he got excited as a fat boy walking into a candy store.
She fed him from an improvised dish, cut from the bottom of an old juice jug – so that he wouldn’t get sand on the feast. Well, he pulled each wiener out of the dish and dropped it in the sand, nosed it around a bit and then ate it.
Last night we dined on conch bits at Sun Beach, washed down with copious amounts of Red Stripe. There was some kind of gecko festival going on, because at one point in our meal there were three of the little critters circling the ceiling above us. That ceiling is painted eggshell blue, which is not in the colour spectrum of the chameleon. Look at him trying to turn blue!
At the end of our meal, just in time – who should appear but the Cake Lady! Banana loaf this time. We gorged ourselves on two large pieces.
