Wednesday – St Georges, Grenada
Today, after a full day at sea (Tuesday), we arrived in Grenada – The Spice Island.
We weren’t due to arrive until lunchtime, so I did a little painting in the morning, then, just before lunch, we held an art materials sale in the Art and Craft Room. A large amount of art materials, including several kits of paints had been bought in by CMV for use in the art classes. Whilst most of it has been, and still is, being used, we wer asked to see if the surplus could be sold off to passengers, in the hope of clawing some of the money back. This went without a hitch, and was a bit of an anti-climax, to be honest, since only about a dozen kits were sold – one lady had queued since 11am (the sale was at 12:30), to be sure of buying one of the better kits. On the good side; I sold 3 more original paintings in the process!
After lunch, we took a walk into St Georges. It’s a lovely, gentle, and friendly place; the island itself only achieved independence 39 years ago. The old town and harbour is separated from the newer town and harbour, accessible on foot by a road tunnel, where pedestrians just take their life into their own hands, since no dedicated pavement exists.
Once in the old town, we were pounced upon by a taxi driver who offered to take us to the beach. This was exactly our plan, but the $15 each way sounded just a tad too steep, since we knew the water taxi was much cheaper (but nowhere in sight). We haggled and got it down to $21 for a two-way trip; he took us to the beach and we agreed a time to meet up, and spent a wonderful hour and a quarter swimming in the Caribbean.
Once we’d returned from the beach, and paid the man, we headed for a little grill and bar on the harbourside, where I knew there was free wi-fi. Here, we spend another hour and a half on the internet, drinking and sharing a plate of chips… heaven!
The evening was billed as a special themed evening, the highlight of which was to a ‘School Disco’, featuring a whole stack of 80s classics… school uniform optional. Well, of course, it wasn’t really optional, and pressure was on to enter into the spirit of the occasion, so we both dressed up in a school uniform of sorts; I wore my tie around head, Rambo-style, my shirt was half-in and half-out, and after a delve around Tracey’s make-up bag, I managed to give myself a glorious black eye!
It was a fun evening, with all the crew and entertainments staff dressing up, and the disco raved on until just past midnight.
