Brown Food

I went to the Gouyave Fish Friday with Tim and Patty (off Tevais). Every Friday night this kinda down-on-its-luck fishing town closes down two narrow streets near the city center, next to the old church. Its about an hour scenic drive through the downtown traffic of St. George (the capital of Grenada) and up the east coast of the island.  Vendors setup booths along the road, each selling their homemade seafood specials. There was probably 20 booths to select from. It too a good walk through the booths to narrow down a selection. Most of it is fried and some varied color of brown. Fried Johnny cakes, fried fish, fried fish spring rolls, fried stuff I’m not sure. To be fair, there’s lobster and fish kababs too. The fish spring rolls were really good.
(Taking photos in the dark with manual focus is harder than I remember from the good old SLR days. Can’t wait till I get my lenses back from Canon repair with the auto-focus functioning.) With the exception of Wipe Out by The Ventures, I haven’t been able to stomach a drum solo since being subject to endless replays of Iron Butterfly’s In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida while in various states of consciousness.  There were two competing teams for the nightly entertainment. It was a fun night and good to get off the boat.

Chris is back in San Diego helping out with her Dad, who just got out of the ICU. He’s doing a lot better now. I thought I’d take this opportunity to see if I could reach the back of the port side chain plates. I wanted to see if I could see if there was any leaking and tighten the bolts. The bolts were surprisingly loose.
To get to the chainplate required dismantling a surprising amount of Chris’ side cabinet. A job much better one when she’s not around. I hope to have it back together before she gets back.
A few days after she’s back we’ll head off for a 3-day passage to Bonaire. The land of clear water and good reefs – at least that’s what the tourist brochure says.
Paul