LOST IN PARADISE - July 2013
Ok, the blog title is a little bit of an
exaggeration as I’m not sure it’s possible to get lost in Barbados. However, I
knew I’d been away from the island for too long when I ended up catching the
wrong van home from the hairdressers – a 3D instead of an 11 for anyone familiar with the routes. It turned
off to head towards Thornberry Hill and I remembered thinking ‘hang on, I
thought these guys were meant to stick to their route’ thinking the driver was
making a small diversion. 10 minutes later when I relaised I should have been
at home, I asked the lady seated next to me who explained I was actually on the
wrong van, heading towards the airport instead. Had to go back to Oistins then
wait for the correct van. Hence what should have been a $2 journey taking 15
minutes, turned into $6 and took more than an hour :(
Anyway, moving on. Arrived to the news that
tropical storm Chantelle was threatening the island. The warning meant the
entire island was on lockdown from 9pm that evening. It turned out to be little
more than some heavy but intermittent showers which fell from around 3am till
just after midday the following morning. By this time I was bored out of my wits
and convinced my mum to accompany me to the beach. She came but wouldn’t
venture into the water. Instead she kept a watching eye on the ravenous waves
from the safety of the shore. Exercising wisdom I didn’t go any further than
knee deep but it was fun jumping over and being knocked down by the waves. One
concerned passer by approached my mum to find out if she was with me or whether
I was attempting suicide – the waves weren’t that rough!
Even better than the sun and sea on holiday
is the food. There’s 2 things I couldn’t get enough of on this holiday –
mangoes and flying fish, and on average I ate about 6 – 7 of each most days.
Roast corn was something I hadn’t had in years so I blacked my teeth on some of
those.
And had my first introduction to BB pig tale – just when I thought I’d
eaten every form of pig meat available! Oh and the ranch for pork night on Tuesday.
Saturdays in Barbados is traditionally pudding and souce day. All I can say is they don't make it like they used to.
Cheffete was
disappointing…oh but the Roti Den, now that was a good roti!
Always enjoy sending time with the godsons,
although I think the older one is at that age where he’s too ‘grown’ to hang
out with god mum …maybe it’s not cool. But the younger ones – well they couldn’t get enough of the shopping, the treats, days out etc. Really wish I got to see them more often :(
Fun at the beach.
Mum decided to try her hand at growing a watermelon.
Farewell Barbados! Not since I was a teenager saying goodbye
to my childhood sweetheart, have I cried when leaving the island. But the
waterworks wouldn’t stop this time, why – because I was missing my mum before I
even got on the plane.
Well for an impromptu holiday, I had way
more fun than I imagined I would and it left me thinking – why had I left it so
long to return to these shores. 2014 planning starts now!
Sounds like you had a wonderful time with your family. Thanks for sharing your story & lovely pics.
ReplyDeleteAnd oh yes Bajans do get lost in Barbados too, you might enjoy our blog about how me and 3 friends got lost several times in one day :) exploring St.Lucy... http://barbados.org/blog/getting-lost-in-barbados/
LOL Kathy-Lynn, thanks for sharing!
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