Prickly Bay
Sarah Grace goes to sea
Chris Yerbury and Sophy White
Wed 20 Dec 2006 20:47
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Prickly Bay, Grenada, 19th
December 2006
We have moved around from
Hog Island to Prickly bay to reprovision and check out, get water, and do some
washing. Both Chris and I have been wearing exotic and unusual clothes the
last couple of days, as these are the only clean things left. The
supplies we bought from a farmer before we went into the sea, a bonanza of
tomatoes, squash, okra, oranges, peppers and cabbage, are running out.
Vegetables here are like gold dust, the most expensive items on the
plate.
Mimi said,' Mum, have you
put us on a diet? Of vegetables?' There is nothing left now
apart from sixteen tins of corn beef and some sushi
rice.
All the guys on Hog Island
remember me from the shattering effect that I had had on Nigel, the
biggest, blackest, hunkiest guy,(think 'A' Team), with a gold necklace
like anchor chain, and the whitest vest and trainers. To cut a long
story short back in March, he was elected by his henchman to sample a plate of
sushi that I had made, and popped it into his mouth with about
a TABLESPOON of wasabe. He took a couple of munches,
snorted, then let out a yell, and leapt off his barstool and ran round the
beach.. I did try to warn him, hey man that's really hot, and he
reassured me that he was a champion chilli eater. His friends
thought this was side splittingly hilarious, but refused all sushi
thereafter.
School is going well: no
tantrums so far. On a biology walk around Hog Island, which is about a
mile long and half covered with scrub, we saw a group of about four men with
rifles going away from us. Half an hour later a herd of wild sheep came
flooding over the brow of the hill towards us, and I felt rather unsafe thinking
some crazy hunters were going to start blasting away and catch us in
crossfire. I shouted,'If you hear a bang, HIT THE
DECK!!!'
Later we found an old man
sitting under a small tree by the swinging carcass of a magnificent billy goat
with huge curled horns. Mimi and Otti were sad to see him dead. The
hunter team came jogging back to the camp with another dead goat, which was a
good time to beat a hasty retreat whilst they were butchering it with
machetes. Whilst we legged it back to Bob the dinghy, a hunting
osprey came right over our heads.
 Chris watches Mimi sail off
with Adam, both 9, in an Oppi.
Otti squints into the
sun.
 Mimi sails off to sea with
Adam....
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