The building was rather rundown but of a 1950-60 era;  on the Ground floor was the supermarket and above a kind of Littlewoods affair.  Ladies all in hair nets and uniforms serving everything from Pizza, macarroni Cheese to Calaloo, breadfruit and Currry.  Thus meaning an entire family's culinary joys were housed in one place.  The moment we arrived the place seemed to explode from no-one at the counter to bursting,  very Carribean in the service but we all finally sat down to a luke warm plate of food in a decaying 50s formica dream cafe with not a westerner in sight, with a view over the harbour.

Based on our success so far at navigating the bus system and in no hurry to return to the boat, we started a circum-navigation of the island using public transport.   The buses are, as with most small islands or eastern countries, Minibuses,  all privately run and fantastically frequent, oh and did I mention camacarsily fast, Japanesse minibuses.  They allways seem to be full to bursting and play very loud dance hall or rasta music and will go off piste for a few EC$ more.  I love the fact they stop at any moment with a sharp tap on the roof from any passenger and will also reverse 1/2 mile in order to get a new fare.

Machettes are an every day male accessory in Grenada, and hailing a bus with a 3/4 meter long knife in your hand doesn't seem much of a problem you simply hand it to the 'conductor'. This 'boy' who takes your money and has his head hanging out the window most of the day in search of the next customer before the next bus spys them first, no evidence of Castro here anymore.

In the back of a bus and heading north, the bus is much quieter then usual so the kids are able to conk out and we have a long bus ride through beautiful forna and flora in peace. It's truely topical and incredibly verdant,  we drive through a whole islands cramed with wild banana bushes, enormous bread fruit trees, mango trees gallore (there are over 200 different varieties on the island we are told, and there was us thinking a mango was a mango was a mango). It's an exotic fruit catalogue enciclopeedia.   Whilst driving we notice what we think is a fruit we do not notice and it only occures to us what it is when we pass the Grenadan Chocolate Factory.  I know it's sold in the UK but I had never really paid much attention to it before, and it's well worth paying attention, it's delicious, I would say better than Green and Black or Lindt and given the island used to supply G&B with it's organic beans previously it certainly has a reputation.

 

Along with the vegetation the island seems to have an impressive amount of hair dresser/beauty parlours, barbers, bakeries and most men's dream business a car-body-shop and bar.   Once you start noticing hairdressing shops you then start to notice the Grenadianes pashion for eleborate hair.  It has become Zinnia and my favorite eye to eye acknowledgement when a good hairstyle be it men or ladies gets on a bus.  Wigs/hair pieces are also good buisness here.