The problem with working part - time and being alone in the house is that you are free to fritter away the time when you really should be dusting and ironing. Who cares? So, as I see we have some " newbies" on the block, I have the perfect excuse to consult my diary and have a waffle.
Sunday School at Buccoo, pronounced, not as we kept doing with a hard Southern "u" but a soft Norhern "oo".
We arrived early on a lovely balmy evening and had a mooch around. We found the batik shop and bought a wall hanging which now adorns the chimney breast in our lounge.
We then smelt food. For 100TTs each we were offered chicken or fish plus whatever else we wanted. As we had not been very adventurous up to then we asked for a bit of everything, which caused some amusement. The helpings were generous, and consisted of more things than I can remember! I particularly liked the plaintain, and the macaroni cake. There was pasta also. Not very Caribbean I would have thought but food's food! Wish I taken a photo.
The atmosphere was very relaxed and happy, and I would say there were more locals than tourists, which was great. I don't know if they were "bouncers", but there were a couple of men who were as wide as they were high, with a look of " don't mess with me man". We didn't! We wouldn't!
We had never seen a proper steel pan band before, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. So much energy! They must practice for hours.
One of the highlights of the evening was seeing some of the "characters". There was one man, not in the first flush of youth, who out -danced just about everyone else there. I think I can recognise him, or at least the back of him, from someone's photos, Tony's, I think. Is he a regular? Or part of the show?
There were two others who I doubt were vertical by the end of the evening.One was clearly on Planet Zog, and blissfully unaware of his surroundings, and the other was enjoying a drop of rum and water. At least I THINK it was water.
He was gyrating slowly around, eyes closed, a serene smile on his face, a bottle of rum in one hand, water in the other. Every now and then he would stop and pour some rum into his glass, and then add some water.
"A little bit of rum, a little bit of water. Hmmm, a little too much water, better add more rum. Gulp. Now some more water. No, still not right, more rum needed......"
We never saw any rowdiness or loutish behaviour, and I would certainly go again. We didn't stay right to the end ( I understand it finished at 4 am) so our poor teenagers had to come home with the old codgers. I
I can't believe this event takes place every week. What a happy lot they are!
Oops! Got to leave for work in 10 minutes.
Bye
Carol





