Happy birthday Marjorie
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I'd arranged to couchsurf on Carriacou, so the Reverend dropped me off at Fitzroy's place in Tyrrel Bay. He has a beautiful little place, made of wood which pretty much opens up on all sides and is a two minute walk down to the bay. Fitzroy was a very hospitable host and knocked up a great meal when I arrived. Of course I returned the favour by cooking him Spag Bol the next night (actually not one of my specialities!!) - I love cooking so any excuse to get in the kitchen was taken. Although I generally had to share it with Reba and her brood of new born rotweilers - Fitzroy's got a whole family of them and they run the place. Good protection measure though, I certainly wouldn't fancy trying to break into his place with those guys hanging around.
I spent a couple of days chilling out, went to down Hillsborough (no not the Sheffield Wednesday ground, the main town here!) to have a look round and sample one of Ann's rotis - they're famous here and she didn't disappoint. Everyone seemed to be in there for lunch, so it must be good. There were pretty torrential downpours, so 'sightseeing' was a bit limited when running to the next dry spot. I also spent some time at Paradise Beach, which wasn't bad I have to say. Apart from the small sandstorm which seemed to brew up whenn I was there - not condusive to me reading Robert Ludlum's 'The Casandra Compact'...finally I'd found somewhere to exchange books, so grabbed two of the biggest ones I could find...you never know when the next chance will come!
I was planning to leave at the weekend to go to Grenada island, but my couchsurfing contact there let me down, so I decided to stay a little longer on Carriacou, especially as I'd been invited to a birthday party on the Saturday - its amazing how quickly people take you in as part of the community here and make you feel welcome.
Whilst at the party, Jerry and Daniella said they were going out on their boat on Sunday, and as I was part of the village by now, I was invited along. We ended up going to Petite Martinique, the third island which makes up Grenada. Jerry owns the boatyard here and he also has a tug - and decided it needed a run out, so about 15 of us went out on it for the day - a great experience. It was immaculate and I was amazed how much power these things have - the engines churn out a total of 2000 bhp! Jerry crossed the Atlantic in it as he bought it in Genoa, so that tells you how sturdy it is.