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Monday in Bimshire....of buses and sardines

Today was beach day. Well, it was supposed to be.

Left the house circa 11:45am. Got dropped to the round about by Black Rock to head up the west coast to a hotel where a friend of mine works. There I would get a day use room, have lunch, and chill FOC of course (perks of the bizniz).

Bus came quickly (public transportation is great in Barbados), I got off in Holetown, went to the supermarket (lawks dem slow) bought some tuna and sardines (tuna for dinner tonight, sardines for breakfast tomorrow), then walked to the hotel.

Checked in, chilled in the room, had lunch with my friend (it included a 3 scoop sundae....no whipped cream though....I'm on a diet!!!), chatted. All this time I am asking myself "where di hell is the sun???" After me buy very hexpensive sunscreen (only SPF 15 though), you mean I was not going to brown like a lobster?????? Well, while talking with my friend, the sun burst through so I grabbed a chair and spread out. Turned over after about 30 mins. I'm a little browner, but not brown enough.

Anyway, went back to the room, watched the CNN coverage of that tragic hiking accident in Mt Hood, bathed and changed, said my goodbyes and headed to the bus stop to take a bus towards Bridgetown. I was to get off at the Black Rock roundabout. Told the conducter this when I got on and he grabbed my back and told me to move down in the bus. Standing room only. Felt like them sardines in the tins I was carrying.

The 'ducta called to me to pay the bus fare. I told him I would pay when I got off as he had my bag with my money. Fellow sardine man who was standing next to me said "you left your purse in your bag??????" I said yes. (I come from Grenada mon). He said quite scoldingly that I shouldn't do that, it's Christmas yaddah yaddah yaddah. Then he says "I care about you" And "I'd like to be your friend". I ignored him. Then he said it again. I mumbled something. He said he and I could be friends and then asks when I am going back to the States. I told him in an annoyed voice that I don't come from America.

Then I said to myself that I need to come off this bus. I fought my way through the sardines and got off. The conducter said "but I thought you said you coming off by Black Rock?" I said I didn't feel comfortable in the bus.

At that other bus stop, two young girls came up, said hello and I asked them how far was the round about. They said "far" and then asked if I had got off at the wrong stop. Nope, and told her I wasn't comfortable on the bus.

Another bus came quickly (did I tell you how great the transportation system is in Barbados?), got on, got off at the bottom of "university hill" and there the trek started....

Posted by yamfoot at December 18, 2006 08:08 PM