Jan.24: Soufriere
I started out the day with my usual Soufriere breakfast; I went down to the town square and picked up some saltfish and fresh fruit from the vendors there. The fishermen had got a large marlin, it had been cut into large slabs and you could see the body was over 12 inches wide; there was also some yellow fin tune and a wheelbarrow full of ballyhoo, it’s times like these I wish I had a self-catering room. After breakfast I made my way down to the beach at the Still Beach House, where I planned to spend the day.

The Still Beach House

The sun was out in full force and by mid afternoon I could barely stand to walk on the sand from my towel to the water, a big difference from back home where a friend said her dog would only keep three feet on the ground at a time when she let him out. There is a little rum shack located just past the dive shop, Dai-Dai’s; I stopped occasionally for a cold Piton and some shade from the trees out front. I had brought a bottle of Chairmens Reserve with me and poured myself the random rum shot to laze away the day. When I started feeling hungry I headed back towards the town, along the waterfront rather than the road. I passed the area where some of the fishermen keep and repair their boats and ran into Chili, a water taxi driver whose lower end unit is in need of repair. He was there with some of the other guys including Aheem, Trendy’s son. I had some extra plastic cups with me so we chatted a bit while finishing off the Chairmens, some rum is a great way to meet people. I decided to go to the Creole Waterfront Restaurant for a chicken roti, it’s a little place upstairs in an old building just opposite the commercial dock; the food here is good and cheap. By the time I was done eating I was in need of a short nap, so I headed back to the hotel. When I got up I did some internet, it’s free at the hotel, and sat on the balcony for a while watching the world go by.

The church and town square

Dinner was at Skippers, which is right next door to Archies, the fish was tuna, no doubt some that had been caught that morning. I then went over to Sandy’s bar for a couple drinks; she went to see Boomer that day, they had moved him to the hospital in Casteries, he was in rough shape but is expected to make it. I stuck around for a few bottles of Guinness and then called it a night.