We’re at LPB by 8:45 am (that’s late, I’ve been up for hours). I get a very nice, quite expensive Frapacino from the coffee shop and thankfully, we’ve already paid for the kid’s college education.
Soon we’re loaded into our 6-seater mini SUV for our first day of adventure. As the driver, my only request is the passengers refrain from screaming due to the seemingly continuous near-fatal road situations. That will be mostly respected but not always.
Our first stop is the market in old St. George’s – a place we’ve never been – but we know where it is. We find a decent parking spot and walk over.
It’s not the greatest market – not really touristy but certainly not local either. We don’t buy much other than some spices and some coconut water. I do think we manage to find the only “real” spice booth there, way in the back.
We get caught in another rain storm and eventually duck into a pattie shop for a snack and shelter on the way back to the car.
Next stop is Fort Frederick, another new experience for us. We’ve been to Fort George, now under repairs, but not this fort. Apparently has great views.
Yes.
It’s pretty interesting, from the late 1700s and the story of the restoration is equally interesting. Still could use some work though. I find the cistern and look in – there is something moving down there but none of our phone flashlights are bright enough to pick them (more than one) up and the girls are not interested in finding out what is in there. Likewise I go down some stairs to a tunnel that was used as a gunnery (small holes) and when I find bats the ladies don’t seem too interested in following.
OK, that’s enough culture and history – time for the beach. We drive down to Grand Anse where I buy 6 cold beer and the ladies go into the ocean. I’m not kidding, they sit in the ocean shoulder deep and chat for over an hour. They’re happy as clams.
I finish my book in the shade of a tree. I’m as happy as a clam.
Next we go to Mourne Rouge – one of my favourite spots in Grenada – where we stop at La Plywood Bar for fish tacos. We were kinda boasting about the fish tacos but they don’t disappoint. The plan is to eat enough to get us through to dinner at The Dodgy Dock in True Blue Bay tonight.
Well, ya gotta hydrate. Grail asks what special drinks they have and the bartender says “Sex Anywhere”. I don’t even care what’s in it, I say “I’ll have sex anywhere”, just because it’s fun to make that order. It’s very colourful and very tasty.
We play dominoes. Not sure I have ever played before.
After eats and sex anywhere, the girls go to the beach while I check out Quarantine Point, a park at the top of the hill. Apparently, it was used to quarantine smallpox and leprosy carriers and also as a WW1 staging area. It’s lovely now, with great views in all directions.
I walk back to the beach, where the girls are still in the water chatting. I go for a swim, then we play euchre at a picnic table. Netty is big on card games we discover.
Well we ain’t done yet. We’re hot, sweaty, salty and dirty but it’s soon dark and dinner time. I drive us over to the Dodgy Dock restaurant in True Blue Bay. Tonight they have street vendors and live music and it’s cool place as far as we remember. We’re there early (6?) and even get a parking spot on the grounds (tho I move the car down there after I find out there’s room). This turns out to be very advantageous later.
It’s a kind of buffet – you buy tickets and choose what you want to eat. It’s not the greatest food in the world but pretty good and good value too. After dinner there is a band playing in the reserved area by the ocean and we check them out. The two black girls can sing and they do a bunch of amazing covers, most notably by male singers like Frankie Valli and Michael Jackson. It’s very hot though and we leave about 8 pm. Feels like midnight of course and the crowds are streaming in and lining up. Meanwhile, we have a great parking spot and depart easily instead of risking it on the road.
We drop the car at LPB, say our goodnights and dinghy home.