We are really enjoying ourselves. We spent last night in a village 7 miles away that specializes in fish and jump up on Fridays. We all had lobster and beer on a long table on the beach. It was packed with locals and visitors. There was one surreal moment when Jeff and I were slow dancing in the street to some Rastafarian singing Lady in red, with a Karaoke machine, in the pouring with rain. We went with another 12 people in a bus and returned to our local at about 11am and then continued drinking. By this time Jeff had offered to take Doreen, the owner, to the market at 6.30am. We made it and it was well worth getting up for as she introduced us to the best places to get fruit, veg, herbs, meats and fish. We got a whole beef fillet for £10. The locals don’t think it is a very good cut, as it has no bones!
We have also been out socialising at a drinks party and are being introduced to new faces all the time. There are loads of different nationalities living here, tucked away in houses hidden in the forests.
Our truck is turning out to be essential. We really need it for the steep hills and potholed roads. It is also great for giving folk a lift. They just hail us and leap into the flatbed bit and bang on the roof when they want to get off. Everyone quickly gets to know your car and it has been a topic of conversation amongst the locals about how good our truck is.
We are off sailing tomorrow to a goosnorkelingng place and then off up to Rodney Bay for the night as some spares for the boat have arrived for our broken auto helm .
The land licence has still not been signed by the prime Minister but our lawyer says it is imminent. Our plans for the house have been passed by the engineers as safe so that is one step nearer. We have to visit the water board to see if we can tap into the village supply that runs quite close to us. Electricity shouldn't be a problem but we will have to buy our own telegraph poles at $100EC each!( that is about £50) Next blog with pictures should be about land clearing..watch this space.