Friday was supposed to be another school day, right? Wrong. Apparently all the catholic schools on the island had some sort of conference or training thing going on. Well I didn't find this out till Thursday night and I felt bad that it was going to be my second Friday off in a row, I enjoy going to my school attachment. To make the most out of the day I told my little neighbor we would go fly kites on Friday instead. The kid is waiting outside my apartment at 8:00am when I wake up. What the hell... That was not what I had in mind when I said we could go fly kites, I was thinking afternoon time, not crack of dawn. Typically, I like to take my time in the mornings eating breakfast/surfing the net or catching up on a TV show. This child had other plans. I made it pretty clear that I was mad at him for waking me up by ignoring him, but then I felt bad so I gave him a mango (which he had also been asking for at least 50 times). We set out to fly kites up on the fort around 10am. Once we got the kite in the sky we goofed around, I tried to teach him how to do a back flip, we threw rocks at lizards and climbed around. At one point we stumbled upon a section where a pipe had burst and the ground was a bit flooded, little fella decided he was going to do some swimming. Naked... I was completely caught off guard as this kid dropped trout and ran around in the water. But I did what any grown man would do in a situation like this, I turned around and walked away and pretended like a child I barely know didn't just do the no pants dance in front of me. Thankfully, as soon as I walked to the other side of the fort he came back fully dressed.
I ended up eating a late lunch because I wanted to enjoy a Coke with my meal. As much as I would like to give up coke you don't just live in Atlanta for 9 years and stop drinking the stuff. That's like a vegetarian barbecuing a hamster. On my quest to find a coke, I met a man named Humphrey whom lives down the street from me. Through our interesting conversation I learned the following: his birthday is the day after mine making us both Tauruses as he pointed out, he used to be friends with another white guy around the time of the Intervention, he has two kids, twins, Paul and Paula who are about to turn 4 and hopefully will be at me school next year, he seems to be one of the few Grenadians that realize the poor grammar situation on the island, oh and he is currently wanted by the law. He is, as he called it, "playing hide n seek with the pohleece". When I asked why, he said a guy came by his house and was causing all sorts of trouble, so he "took care of the guy" That's the politically correct term someone gives you when they kill a guy. Later, he told me all he did was use words with the guy, but he was charged by the court with threatening language or something to that matter and they wanted him to pay $500 by the end of the month. Wellll, I think it's about 49% of people are unemployed on the island (so quit your whining back home) which makes money tight, and Mr. Humphrey couldn't pay the court, so now he is hiding from them. Makes total sense. Whatever, he said he will give me Water Nuts and fruits when I come by him and I can hang out with his kids. He is super nice. I did eventually get a coke by the way, I just had to hike all the way to by my school to find one.
Friday night was spectacular. A group of us went to Sauteurs on the north side to meet up and head to Levera Beach to see sea turtles laying eggs. It was awesome. Levera Beach is a beautiful spot, go ahead and google it to see some images. You have to stay up pretty late to see the turtles. Luckily we were able to see a Leatherback Turtle around 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning and this momma was massive. She looked like a dinosaur, seriously. We watched her for 20 minutes or so as she covered her eggs in the sand. Talk about dedication. Swimming all the way from Australia (I think that's where these ones migrate from), and then spending an exhausting hour laying the eggs and burying them in the sand. P90x has nothing on that workout. I could talk on and on about how cool it was, but I'll just let this picture do the work.
That's exactly what it looked like. I mean, they do say that eating pizza is good after giving birth. Okay, fine, I don't have a picture. They don't let you use flash photography for the turtles' safety so I wasn't able to snag any good pics. But this is a picture I pulled from the internet of a turtle on Levera Beach.
On Saturday I headed to Grenville for a hash. I was a little tired from the turtle experience, but there's nothing an afternoon watching The Dark Knight can't fix. Am I right? Being as prepared as we could be for the hash we (Casey, Matt, Evan and I) set off to meet the group. The hash was a bit of a downer in the sense that a lot of it was on the road, it wasn't marked that well and it was pretty short. I did make the most of it though, I was in need of a good workout. I also managed to get sunburn on top of existing sunburn during the hash. Normally, after 4pm the sun doesn't really have an effect, but I didn't realize that it does when you're running around without a shirt and some pre-existing burn. There were some cool moments from the hash though. At one point, the group of us in the front lost the trail on the beach(because it wasn't well marked, see?) There trail ended at this spot where a river of water was flowing out into the sea. I decided to be a hero and charge through the flowing water to the other side, it was about waste high. I had no idea of this was the right direction to go, but I told the others I would go check the trail, and I couldn't cast any doubt, not after I ran through the water like a boss, had to keep confidence. Turns out I did find the right trail a bit after crossing the river. I felt like a champ, and suddenly I had renewed energy as I continued to run on looking for more of the trail like it was a game of cat and mouse. Me and this older guy were up in the front when we came to another "iffy" spot on the trail. I went to check the trail again and ran into some kids who were happy to tell me I was going in the right direction and that they weren't lying. Kids are cruel... I ran a good quarter of a mile off the track before a local gave me directions. Luckily, no other hashers followed me. In the end, even though the hash was pretty sub-par, there is no such thing has a hash that isn't fun. Afterwards, there was music and oil down, we enjoyed a conversation with our friend The Russian who scared us with talk about Dengue Fever, but then excited us with talk about taking us to Trinidad on his boat. I don't know if was the hash and exhausting weekend or just hanging out with the boys, but we were feasting like nobody's business. We ate oil down after the hash, Fish brof a little bit later, then we went on a mission to find street barbecue chicken, but before finding the chicken we found goat brof and ate that as well. In total, we ate chicken, fish, pig, goat and vegetables in 4 separate dinners. Mmmmmmmm!
I guess those are the more exciting tales from the past week. I also received my GFA schedule for this season and we are playing the majority of our games at the national stadium, some under the lights, so that's pretty rad.
I hope that wet your whistle,
Brice
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