Boeing, Going, Gone
thirst class
It’s late May! Those of you with good, observant memories might have realised in advance there was a likelihood of a foreign trip around now, what with Moscow, Mexico and Hannover in the last 3 years. Helen’s birthday is this…
Is this the way to Armadillo?
Oh Grenada!
That jet lag is a fucker. Woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, at 2am ffhs. Thankfully hotel wifi was spectacularly good so I was able to stream Netflix over a UK VPN, watching it to begin with but then…
Cow-ardice
Cows with puns
Tuesday morning in GreNAYda and I wake up covered in a film of sweat. Our host had told us where the blankets were because she reckons it does actually feel cold around here sometimes; I beg to differ. We’d arranged,…
Inside Number 9
This must be just like walking through paradise
Wednesday in Grenada. I’ve got an idea: let’s not do tons of walking only to be foiled by itinerarnt ruminants, eh? Plan. But first, breakfast with the departing Canadians. I eat starfruit, something I previously only thought existed in Fruit…
West Side Glory
Sunset beach
The last day of May started badly. I’d not slept great, thanks to much wind noise throughout the night, not helped by my finding the bed not particularly comfortable anyway. Come 7am things were noisier still as a storm hit,…
St George's Day
She sketched sea shells on the sea shore
Two entries for the price of one here, the reason for which may hopefully be apparent. You’re probably in for a long ‘un though. So, Friday, the 1st of June and our first full day over in the west coast…
Threes
The magic Number
Sunday, 3rd June. Our third full day in the west of Grenada, and there’s not much to do. We have three full days left on the island and despite not having done most of what’s written on our cat-scratched paper itinerary, ambitiously…
Queasy does it
Fish and ship chop
Woke up on Monday feeling wretched. It was about 1.45am and I was absolutely drenched in sweat, hoist by Sunday’s “I think I’m finally acclimatising” petard. Head was fine though, helped by the glorious Threes achievement of the previous night.…
Anse and deck
A rum do
Having entirely given up on any idea of charging about Grenada to visit a waterfall or distillery or whatever, Tuesday – our last full day here – was earmarked for largely doing fuck all. We got up late and wandered…
Punch drunk Newest
Buggy off
Woe. Woe. Woe were we on Wednesday morning. I mean, I felt OK until I stood up, but Helen felt ropey from the moment she woke up, before even reaching a vertical base. “I feel poisoned” she said, repeatedly throughout…