Beach Life

Dear Blogletiers,
I apologise for the lack of posting but I have to confess that my diary has been full of appointments with a beach, a parasol and the occasional (or maybe regular) supply of rum punch!
Of course, there has been the obligatory trip to the supermarket and the bank, but nothing to report that's new. You still queue for ages in a bank and changing a few travellers cheques takes more processing than being let into the country! I reckon the bank tellers are all people who enjoyed playing at post offices when they were little - all that stamping of paper!

The beaches have a lot of seaweed ('sea moss' as the locals call it). In some places it has washed up and therefore had to be collected up by government staff. In others it just bobs about at the edge of the sea. Not the most pleasant stuff to wade through but not slimy like UK seaweed and 3 or 4 steps and you reach that amazing turquoise sea that is clear and bright and heavenly. We get looked afterby Terry on the beach - we call him to reserve a sunbed in the best position! Bliss! The tide is changing every day - so hopefully the moss will be on its way soon.

Something that never will change - the Bajan menfolk on the beach. Bajan H and I have started a collection of sayings for you.

I can't remember if this guy was selling boat trips or massages (really!) but his line was
 "I'm not here to tease, I'm here to please"
 Hmmmm...whatever he was selling, we said no thanks!

Then we met Richard, a guy selling trips and water sports. He started chatting us up and asked if we had men. Answering 'yes' gained the response,
"Ah well, the more the merrier".
This led us naturally to the subject of Bajan men and their sometimes liberal attitude to relationships. However, Richard really wanted to take us out to the turtles, but we weren't sure. He said it's the mating season....so I asked for clarity...'are we still talking about Bajan men here?'. He laughed - but I never had the answer! Needless to say, we didn't take the trip!

So - tonight we were off down St Lawrence gap - so many changes! Bellini restaurant has gone and more shockingly, so has Pisces. Big shame that. Meanwhile the old Cafe Sol remains empty and McBrides is called something like Coast......everything changes, even the moss in the sea.

Tonight's barman said we could get anything at his bar, so I asked for a Ferrari. We waited a while and BH asked if he'd forgotten. He returned with a flower for her, fashioned out of a drinking straw and a paper napkin. We later came up with several ways in which a paper flower is not as good as a Ferrari - the most fundamental being its lack of engine and wheels, that it is not red, and that it was too quiet. We didn't tell the barman - after all, he did his best!
Ok - bed time now and tomorrow a little island jaunt methinks!
Nighty night,
BKB x