Barbados Day 3 - Traffic Jams in Bridgetown.

I had a strange dream in the night, a green monkey was standing on the roof opposite talking to me, guess what he was saying, “I’m here to help you”, oh no not again.
Perhaps I should just write about the ordinary, give my mind a rest.

. In the morning we were OK, we left home about 11am and I got to see local people working. We took the Datastick to the printer who lived and working in an area of Bridgetown up behind the cinema, the workshop room was air-conditioned which was a great help, as it was so hot his 2 dogs couldn’t be bothered to even get up to see who we were.. I got to see a 36 by 16inch picture being printed out. Ayers Rock before the sun came up, something Beki was working on for a client, it was most impressive. Now it will be printed out on canvass, along with my own orders and a whole lot of other stuff.

We left there for the west coast, the platinum coast as its known, that’s the Caribbean sea, its hotter there as the winds are not noticeable, the winds usually come in from Africa, so the east and south coasts are more breezier. The west coast is where the big money goes on holiday. We sat at the surfside bar which is not where the big money goes to eat but is actually a great place to watch the sun go down as that coincides nicely with the happy hour as I had found out 2 years ago. This is a bar that some journo described as seedy after he had followed Tony Blair there last year when tourist Tone wanted to see a football match on the telly.

After a late lunch of Dolphin fish (nothing to do with dolphins) I sat in the sea and then coming back from lazing on the Surfside beach up the West Coast we hit the early evening rush hour traffic, 1 hour to do 5 miles, the M25 doesn’t even begin to compare with this. Still it gave me time to take a good look at the 100ft high advertisement hanging from the bank building, my son in law looks quite good in that one, sort of like a pleasantly benevolent bank manager welcoming you in, reality has nothing to do with it. George Orwells 1984 came to mind, He was also in the supermarket as we saw later advertising something else.

Champers gallery was good, full of local artists paintings, some brilliant cricket paintings and lots of other good works, some with price tags the value of a backstreet in Sunderland and some that were very expensive. Beki’s exhibits were positively moderately priced in comparison. We had also been to Tides on the west coast which has lots of art on display and the good news is they want some of her work next month to be displayed there.

No surreal events to write up today.