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| The wanderers return |
Ant hadn’t even showered or brushed his teeth for a week, and so that was his first port of call. Celebrations at the beach bar consisting of several rum punches necessitated a little afternoon nod before poor Keith had to be off to catch his Virgin flight back home. Suitably refreshed, we brave a local bus out to de Big Fish, a great little bar/restaurant in Prickly Bay where there was a fab quartet playing reggae meets Xmas. Quite a yachtie hangout and instead of a car park, there is a dinghy park where all the yacht tenders berth before taking their owners back on board. Ant felt quite at home! But he had sadly given his yacht back that morning so we asked the girl to call a taxi. In Grenada we discover friends are friends.... So her friend "dry bones" rocks up in his old car worthy of the Dukes of Hazard, with the extra hazard of great plumes of exhaust and no insurance to taxi us back to the hotel. A nice guy and we made it.
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| Any excuse for a celebration..... |
Tomorrow we say goodbye to Grenada and have enjoyed it. It has a much less "edgy" vibe than Tobago, and whilst you are always careful, it had a much more safe and peaceful feel, and the people were much more welcoming. Don't know if that's a result of their being slightly more affluent, but whatever it was, it was welcome.
