This is a chill day. We have no plans other than to maybe get some groceries and above all, take it easy.

There is a French Press coffee maker and we kept the leftover espresso coffee from Willow Dew. That and the oatmeal concoction we prepared in Huntsville is all I need this morning.

I’ve got some work to catch up with but the wifi is great here (since my data ran out we have been disconnected) and I have a pretty good office space.

We do go to town, check out some shops as well as the fake model boat maker before finding the real model boat maker, Lawson Sargent. There’s a “Bequia Museum” next door to the shop that is really a memory room operated by Mercy Sargent, Lawson’s wife. It’s pretty pricey at EC20 each but in the end worth the time. She is fun and we actually meet the famous Lawson, who had a stroke a few years ago and is pretty incapacitated. Pretty much a local legend.

We carry on following the signs for Hamilton Fort. It’s hot but we’re hoping for an interesting historical venue with good views. Once again, “fort” is a bit of an embellishment – it’s actually a mocked up battery from the 1700s. It does have good views tho. Strangely, the sign says it was built to stave off pirates and invaders from the US but it is named after the US constitutional father Andrew Hamilton.

We stop by Coco’s on the way back home and find out there is a live band tonight (Friday) so we decide to come here for dinner. Stop in town for some groceries and a six-pack and head back to the house.

We jump in the refreshing but slightly green freshwater pool at our pad and soon head back down for dinner at Coco’s. This is the haunt that Colby and the NY socialites escaped from last Friday night. He said that after dinner the tourists clear out and it turns into a local haunt, he was a bit uncomfortable there. Not because he felt unsafe, just that they were in a place that locals frequent and sometimes it is best to let them have their space.

Of course Captain Ian is there and we laugh again. We don’t have reservations but they give us a table that is clearly on the dance floor right in front of the band setup. Luckily they don’t start until 8 pm so we have some time before it gets hopping. Food is pretty good – I have wings and fish chowder both good.

The two-piece band starts up at 8 pm – they are fun, just a guitarist and singer and electronic gizmos to make keyboards and drums. Pretty soon they’ve got people dancing and I am very uncomfortable – Christy doesn’t seem to notice. I insist on paying the bill and getting a beer at the bar instead of sitting in the maelstrom so we do. The crowd is a mix of some upscale locals, creepy white people and a couple of drunk locals. I don’t like the vibe at all and after a dance or two, we depart. Walk back through town where the locals are gathered on the road in every state of loud music and drink. Again, safe, but not for us.