My first two weeks in Barbados went like..
Trip Start Oct 01, 2006
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ok.. a long time ago (well it seems like that having to think back) i must have started pretty early this day as i managed to check out the beach and it was pretty empty.. i didn't stay long as i was scared of getting my back burnt again.. this day was my first venture down to see bridgtown and attempt a walking tour.. the first step is get to the zr buses bus stop which i have to walk up the ironically named road called paradise village which rios guesthouse is on.. when you get halfway i'm guareenteed to run in to 15 or 20 guys who everytime look pretty intimidating but all they want to do is serve up some weed, then they try charlie and a couple of times i've been offered girls.. obviously declining all and having retained all my possesions i make it to the main road to catch these zr buses they drive at reckless speeds whilst all the passengers have to enjoy/endure the latest soca or reggae music that is out at full blast.. it costs 1.50 bajan which in my conversion is 50p and can get you all over the island as long as you go via bridgetown.. once i first arrived at the stop it looks a little confusing as to where the centre of town really is.. i was given advice to head in the direction of the vans when they park up.. so i head off and come to a bridge over some shitty river on my right or what looks like some dead end back street going straight on on my right.. getting confused i ask a little bajan lady for help to where the centre of bridgetown is and she says 'this is bridgetown!'.. ok but how do i get to the main shops? is say.. 'straight on!' ..thanks it looks like i'm gonna have to go down this road that is totally not straight on and looks like it's heading for some ghetto.. i take a deep breath and head to the ghetto.. it seems to get to the town centre it's more of a left right left then a short walk straight before ou hit anything commercial.. i was at first dying for some water so find a supermarket and qued in the less than 10 items line. whilst waiting i could hear commotion at the front and saw a old, small and wrinkly bajan woman with a bottle of water in her hand shouting at people, at first i thought she was mad, then as everyone in fron ignored her she reached me.. in her perfect bajan dialect she said something to me, all i could hear was gibberish so i assumed she was begging so i replied with a bemused face "no".. then she started talking english saying "what do you mean know? can't you let me in front of you in the que blah, blah, blah.." giving me reasons so to try and shut her up as i was getting quite embarressed i said "sure, go for it"
not being content that she had know been let in halfway down the long que she decided to go back to the people that had refused telling them god will punish them, you're all going to hell and the best one, look how you black people don't let me in.. i'm bajan like you, this white man let me in, god bless he.. on and on" i was trying to stop attention on me and now this woman is shouting about racism and everyone is looking at me.. anyway this is getting long i know.. so basically i walked all over bridgetown in less than an hour, had a sandwhich and banks beer in a tourist bar with tourist prices overlooking broad street (which is the main street) and then headed back on the funky minibuses to dover beach..
later that night we met up with larry doing a tour of the bars and finishing in an outdoor bar called afterdark.. it was pretty good there, they had karaoke on and got chatting to quite a few people.. the fit bar maids turn there turn thier noses up at tourists by the time i accidently got myself sitting next to a fit bajan, i was way past drunk and could hardly construct a sentance.. the owner of the bar done one round of drinks for anyone wanting more at about 4 in the morning, then locked up the drinks, turned of the lights and told us to close the gates on the way out!! after stumbling home i think i got to bed about 5..
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