Under the yellow umbrellas
29.05.2010 - 05.06.2010 86 °F
It's Tuesday, and the trades have returned, rustling the palm leaves outside our room and bringing welcome relief from the heat, which has also moderated. The Saharan haze is still with us and the sky alternately looks threatening and promising. The Hellfrog's spell has largely been broken. Our skin color has turned to tan and we're well rested. We're ready, baby.
We stop at Tap 5 in Orient Village and enjoy pain au chocolate, then head for the Yellow Zone. Our friends are there and within minutes of our arrival we make dinner plans for Pineapple Pete's in Simpson Bay.
But first, lunch at Chez Leandre. David recommends the conch chowder, and he's so convincing that we share a huge bowl. I have mixed feelings about conch. Most of the conch fritters I've eaten in the Keys and Bahamas have been greasy gut bombs. Conch itself is chewy and damned if I can detect a unique flavor, but I keep trying. In this case, David is right. The chowder is delicious and the curry chicken wrap is a perfect beach lunch. On the way back to our chairs we have our photo taken in front of the Club O sign. I'm thinking, "Christmas card," but am overruled.
More beach time, more chatter with our friends, more sun, more frozen daiquiris from the Perch. As if that wasn't enough fun, we head to our room and shower for dinner. Pineapple Pete's is about 30 minutes away. We find it without difficulty and arrive with just enough time to enjoy a mojito before the rest of our party arrives. Dinner is delicious and we discuss our upcoming trip with Peggy and Paul the next day. Gary and Berne did it the week before and assure us we'll have a wonderful time. We have no doubt and say our good nights. We are exhausted and not even the Hellfrog can keep us awake.
*According to Wikipedia, which knows everything, "going commando" is the practice of not wearing underwear under one's outer clothing. The term is theorised to be related to the much earlier term "going regimental", which refers to wearing the kilt military style, that is, without underwear. I try to be educational as well as boring.