Travelling, and time differences, make for a long day. But it’s worth it, and despite knowing the temperatures we were heading for we weren’t really prepared for the moment we stepped off the plane.
It was like a lovely warm hug, as was the welcome at the hotel. Though it’s still strange to see Christmas decorations in the warm weather, and my brain is having quite a few “does not compute” moments.
The case obviously got packed, though not everything survived the final cull. I am claiming a packing win though as we were just half a kilo under the limit I was aiming for. There’s some debate as to the limit though, MOH randomly thinks 25kg, whereas I thought 23. We made both, whichever it was.
I messed up checking in (oops) leaving it too late to get seats together, or even in the same row. The seats allocated were also ‘middle’ seats and we boarded the plane full of trepidation of what awaited us. Turns out we had no cause for worry, as we sat with a lovely family who as we reached our seats asked if we’d mind terribly swapping to the aisle seats so each parent could sit with a child.
There were absolutely no complaints from us, on either the seat swap or row sharing and it made for a great start to our break. In fact it was one of the best flights we can remember in quite a while, even though I managed to spill chocolate from my ice cream, and later mango chutney from my coronation chicken sandwich down my top.
Just as well I had more than a capsule wardrobe in the case.
There will need to be some careful redistribution for our return journey though, as we know there’ll be more that needs to be in the case. I’d already thought about this and our hand luggage was relatively empty on the way out, which it won’t be for the journey home!
It’s been good to take some time to just chill and embrace the heat, which even for MOH who’s not a natural sun person, has meant views like the one below, and plenty of reading.
There’s been some rain, torrential downpours which disappear as quickly as they arrive. And let’s face it, the rain is warm and not comparable to rain at home.
There’s been a rum (or two), with a bottle of Mount Gay making it into our first shopping basket, along with other essentials for breakfasts. Just to be clear, the rum isn’t for breakfast! Or at least that’s not the plan.
We’re close to the Oistins Fish Fry and though tired on Friday we headed there for some flying fish, macaroni pie, plantains and rice and peas, which were just as good as we remembered them. We were back there again over the weekend for some fishcakes, which were as good as the bag says.
Yesterday we met up with my parents for lunch, as you do. Their trip overlapped with ours for the day, and we also had the chance to look around their ship, well obviously not theirs, but you know what I mean.
Then it was time for more rum punch, on the pool deck with carols from the local primary school - I’m starting to get the hang of this Christmas in the sunshine thing, though as MOH says I shouldn’t get too used to it.
Our evening ended with more cocktails in the bar, and then cheese on toast made in our kitchenette - because we’re classy like that!
