Saturday 1st July 17
Ian is pleased, a few British people have turned up in Prickly Bay and we are getting to know them. Sam & Steve on Wanderlust (Bavaria 44) and Karen & Will on Chantey (Pearson).
I’ve been listening to the local radio Grenada Broadcasting Corporation (GBN) every morning since we have arrived in Grenada. Quite an insight into the islanders’ preoccupations and issues. They have loads of phone – ins (always entertaining) and guests from all walks of life. They have been advertising their big summer event “King of the Grill”, 25 grillers going head to head, producing the best food in different categories. Ian won’t miss it, as for me the chicken dance and the men in heels competition should keep me amused. On the day, the weather is dreadful, raining from the time we got up, still we set off by mid day, glad we are not doing the hash this week. It is supposed to start by noon, but by the time we get to the Morne Rouge playing field, nearer 2pm, they are still setting up, blowing up the bouncing castle, grillers prepping up their BBQ, tents being put up. Guess the weather is not making it easy for them. To pass the time we go and sit on the Grand Anse beach, across the road. Another long white sand beach, bordered with palm trees and stunningly clear water. We don’t stay too long, the rain starts again and we are seriously thinking about going back. We’ll just swing by the playing field and grab something to eat. Off course, the playing field is a mud bath, but very gamely, the grillers are doing their stuff, which seem to me mainly to produce as much smoke as possible. Nice smells all around, it took us a good half hour to check out all the stands for Ian to make his choice. The field is filling up now, loads of family, kids lining up for face painting and ride on the donkey. There is a good atmosphere and the music is quite good. Showers alternate with sunshiny spells and it is funny how everyone piles up under the scattered tents. We are wadding ankle deep in mud at this stage when we bumped into Sam and Steve. Ian has now got a partner to go around the food (and beer) stalls with, while Sam and myself take shelter under umbrellas, putting the world to right. A few drinks later the boys are back and we decide to move on. Shame, won’t see the chicken dance nor the men in heels competition, although in this rain it would have been entertaining. Never mind, there will be another time.
Ian is pleased, a few British people have turned up in Prickly Bay and we are getting to know them. Sam & Steve on Wanderlust (Bavaria 44) and Karen & Will on Chantey (Pearson).
I’ve been listening to the local radio Grenada Broadcasting Corporation (GBN) every morning since we have arrived in Grenada. Quite an insight into the islanders’ preoccupations and issues. They have loads of phone – ins (always entertaining) and guests from all walks of life. They have been advertising their big summer event “King of the Grill”, 25 grillers going head to head, producing the best food in different categories. Ian won’t miss it, as for me the chicken dance and the men in heels competition should keep me amused. On the day, the weather is dreadful, raining from the time we got up, still we set off by mid day, glad we are not doing the hash this week. It is supposed to start by noon, but by the time we get to the Morne Rouge playing field, nearer 2pm, they are still setting up, blowing up the bouncing castle, grillers prepping up their BBQ, tents being put up. Guess the weather is not making it easy for them. To pass the time we go and sit on the Grand Anse beach, across the road. Another long white sand beach, bordered with palm trees and stunningly clear water. We don’t stay too long, the rain starts again and we are seriously thinking about going back. We’ll just swing by the playing field and grab something to eat. Off course, the playing field is a mud bath, but very gamely, the grillers are doing their stuff, which seem to me mainly to produce as much smoke as possible. Nice smells all around, it took us a good half hour to check out all the stands for Ian to make his choice. The field is filling up now, loads of family, kids lining up for face painting and ride on the donkey. There is a good atmosphere and the music is quite good. Showers alternate with sunshiny spells and it is funny how everyone piles up under the scattered tents. We are wadding ankle deep in mud at this stage when we bumped into Sam and Steve. Ian has now got a partner to go around the food (and beer) stalls with, while Sam and myself take shelter under umbrellas, putting the world to right. A few drinks later the boys are back and we decide to move on. Shame, won’t see the chicken dance nor the men in heels competition, although in this rain it would have been entertaining. Never mind, there will be another time.