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Saturday, March 8th, 2014

Like Costa Rica, there is a sense of formal dress in service workers. The gas stations are full service and the attendants look snappy in their uniforms. In fact, all of the uniforms (servers, tour guides, parks) are nice looking. This isn’t 100%across the board. The “guide” at the sea-cave was just dressed in a t-shirt.

Virginia, our guide at St. Nicholas Abbey

Virginia, our guide at St. Nicholas Abbey

Don, our guide at the sea-cave, mon.

Don, our guide at the sea-cave, mon.

The homes in Barbados are, for the most part, tiny. Some are brightly colored, some have flowers or a small patch of lawn that gets cut with a weed whipper. Some have antennas and others have huge satellite dishes (that make me think of Mumbai or soccer, and I don’t really know why).

Typical Home

Typical Home

Lots of men have long hair, either braided or in dread locks. Some wear a hat, almost like a tall Dr. Suess hat, with (I’m guessing) their hair tucked inside.

Man wearing a hat

Man wearing a hat

The school children wear uniforms to school. School gets out around 3 PM and there are hordes of kids, all ages, swarming around the little markets and along the road either walking or waiting to catch the bus.

School girl in her uniform sipping on an after school drink.

School girl in her uniform sipping on an after school drink.

The buses go screaming fast. The “national” buses are big blue buses or big yellow buses. The small yellow buses are some other company owned bus. The national bus is $1 per ride and is quiet. The unofficial bus is $2 a ride and the play terrible music loudly.

Big blue buses

Big blue buses

Sunset

Friday, March 7th, 2014

The sunset on the Caribbean was pretty tonight.

Sunset from our balcony.

Sunset from our balcony.

“It’s still not raining”

Friday, March 7th, 2014

There were actually a few quick rain showers today and it was cloudier than the previous days this week. I actually used the windshield wipers on purpose.

Driving is better and better, easier and easier. Not to say that it is “easy”. Everything I know about sitting on the left side of the car and driving on the right side of the road is slowly (very slowly) being rewired.

I don’t know how to convey how intense the driving is. The roads are narrow and the whole sense of the width of the vehicle driving while sitting on the right side of the car is totally off, which is tricky when driving on the left side of the road. I keep looking right to look in the rear view mirror, but it’s still in the middle of the car, which means looking left. Left hand turns are easy and the right hand turns are the hard ones, it being necessary to watch for oncoming traffic. And, the round abouts go clockwise (left). The gear shift is still in the middle of the vehicle (thankfully, it’s an automatic), but the wipers are where I am used to having the turn signal and the turn signal lever is where I am used to having the wipers. So, the first day (and many subsequent ones) I used the lever for the wipers to signal turning.

Linda said “It’s not raining” and later in the day “It’s still not raining” and now it has become one of the mottos during our drives.

The day Linda took a turn at the wheel the curb jumped out a time or two resulting in the wheel looking like this.

Wheel after intersecting with two curbs

Wheel after intersecting with two curbs

Sometimes there are curbs, other times these huge gutters, feet deep. Rarely are there lines in the middle or on the sides of the road and the locals put the pedal to the metal. The real heart stopper is when the big buses or trucks are in the oncoming traffic. I don’t know which is harder; being the driver or the passenger.

The day we went to Animal Flower Cave, as a bus approached on a narrow road I pulled to the left as far as I could go into the vegetation, stopped the car, clenched the steering as tight as I possibly could, and closed my eyes hard. Everything worked out.

Look at me! Parking on the sidewalk like a local.

Look at me! Parking on the sidewalk like a local.

Swimming with the fishes

Friday, March 7th, 2014

We visited Folkstone today, the public park on the west side of the island that rents snorkeling gear and has quiet waters. Our first swim out, I saw four fish and they weren’t very exciting. We walked down the beach a bit and tried a different spot. No luck. Then our third time out, we hit the jackpot. So many fish, so many colors, so many shapes and sizes. I went out twice more, resting and warming up in between swims. Once, a big wave knocked me around and I scraped both shins and a knee on the coral. Both Linda and I were bleeding upon our return to the beach but now, back in the apartment, they are minor.

A couple of my favorite were the (these are my made up names) “matchy matchy” fish, who look just like the Caribbean; turquoise and blue. The fish that I would call periwinkle in color. They seemed fearless, swimming within arms reach of me, sometimes coming at me head on, almost playing chicken. The fish I started to think of as the fashionista of the sea; bug gut green head with a pink edged body filled in with a white polka dot pattern. The fish that looked all black (and sometimes had a yellow tail) also had iridescent purple dots on its body when the light was just right. And near the shore thousands of almost clear fish swimming in a school as far as I could see both directions.

What a world there is just beneath the surface! If this is what swimming could be like, I would swim all the time.

St. Lucy’s

Friday, March 7th, 2014

Whenever I’m on vacation, I always end up going to church. I’ve been in more churches when traveling than anywhere else. So, today, we made a pit stop (really we were looking for a bathroom! As Linda said “Even Christians have to pee”).

The northern part of the island is filled with sugar cane and dinky little towns. We had been in search of the road to the lighthouse, which we ultimately couldn’t find. At a round-about, we came to St. Lucy’s and pulled into the parking lot. The church was unlocked so we went in. It was entirely empty so we had a look around, including going up to the choir loft, looking at the organ, and climbing the stairs to the belfry.

The bathrooms are in a separate out building, not attached to the church!

St. Lucy's

St. Lucy’s

In the choir loft looking at the organ

In the choir loft looking at the organ

We did not ring the church bell!

We did not ring the church bell!

Animal Flower Cave

Thursday, March 6th, 2014

The Animal Flower Cave in Barbados is located under the cliffs at the Northern tip of the island. The website says the cave is “an interesting study in geology, local history and stunning sea activity.” I have to agree whole heatedly with the “stunning sea activity”. Often the eastern part of Barbados is described as rugged with stunning views and I have to say this area tops the eastern coast.

The Animal Flower Cave is the island’s only accessible sea-cave and was discovered from the sea in 1780 by two English explorers. Out tour guide, Don, told us that the cave’s coral floor is estimated to be 400,000 years old and the ceiling is 130,000 years old.

Twenty-seven tall coral steps leading down into the cave were hand cut. Down in the cave there were, at one time, sea-anemones, locally called ‘animal flowers’, the creature for whom the place is named. Now, there aren’t so many. In fact, we saw just two. The flower consists of tentacles that retract into the stalk for safety reasons. The flower then waits a while before coming out of the stalk again.

Twenty-seven tall steps into the sea-cave.

Twenty-seven tall steps into the sea-cave.

The swimming pool is in an adjoining cave. The totally transparent, cool, and absolutely still water was quite refreshing. And the views throughout the cave openings are stunning. At least once the waves were big enough for some water to come into the swimming pool. At certain times of the year and in bad weather the caverns become filled with water and the entrance acts like a giant blowhole, sometimes blowing the entrance door off and out into the parking lot.

On the way to the swimming cave

On the way to the swimming cave

The views of the Atlantic and the Caribbean joining and crashing against the island are really the star of the show here, and swimming in a sea cave was a new experience for me.

View from inside the sea cave

View from inside the sea cave

Sitting on the edge...this photo is for you Dad!!

Sitting on the edge…this photo is for you Dad!!

Harrison’s Cave

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

Harrison’s Cave is named after Thomas Harrison, the man who owned the land in the 1770’s. The cave was carved out over millions of years by seeping water. There are a series of subterranean caverns with underground rivers, a 45 foot waterfall, stalagmites and stalactites.

Stalagmites and stalactites

Stalagmites and stalactites

Several expeditions ventured into the caves but it wasn’t until a Dane, Ole Sorenson, and a local Bajan fully explored and mapped it. The caves were opened to the public in 1981.

There are several tours available ranging from a tram tour (which we took today) to a full out cave exploring in a hard hat with a head lamp wading through waist high water kind of tour.

It was fascinating and beautiful. The formations are just gorgeous themselves and it’s fascinating to be underground, drops of water occasionally hitting me in the head, surrounded by rock, water, and, of course, one point complete darkness.

The tour guide spoke VERY quickly and was hard to understand. One part I most certainly got (Out of one side of their mouths they encourage visitors to see the natural beauty of the place; a beauty so much more magnificent than what man creates. Then out of the other side of their mouths the encourage us to see cathedrals, the Virgin Mary and even Bob Marley (to which Linda and I responded by singing a couple choruses of “One Love”).

Formations and the water that created them and the cave

Formations and the water that created them and the cave

Earthworks Pottery

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

Our first stop was Earthworks today, a local pottery place. Their tag line is “Earthworks, no ordinary pottery” and they aren’t kidding. The colors are vibrants and the inventory vast. The best part is patrons are free to wander around the pottery making area. The main guy, David, the son of the woman who started the place, of Canadian decent, was at the wheel. David expertly and tirelessly threw one pot after another. He happily chatted with us in a soft spoken voice while he did. The pottery that doesn’t pass inspection gets tossed on the scrap pile, used in the walls, or, in its a bit better than scrap, there is a ‘seconds’ shelf.

Linda looks at the pottery at Earthworks

Linda looks at the pottery at Earthworks

David, the potter

David, the potter

The scrap pile

The scrap pile

Wall made beautiful with scraps of pottery

Wall made beautiful with scraps of pottery

March 3 – Coast to Coast

Tuesday, March 4th, 2014

We went coast to coast today, from our apartment near Holetown to Bathsheba, where the waves are rough and the surfers catch the waves and the view is stunning. Going from coast to coast (and back again) in the same day …. can’t say that in America!

Holy cow! The driving is harrowing! The roads are narrow and I’m sitting on the wrong side of the car driving on the other side of the road. It is intense. A monkey (yes a MONKEY) almost ran out in front of my car today on a very busy road. We saw a lot of goats (all off the road), one horse (“parked”) in the road, a couple of hens, who scurried back off the road when seeing me, and a rooster in the road taking his sweet old time getting across.

The roads aren’t marked well and there are no street names. Or, if they are, they aren’t marked at all.

Here's a the best sign we saw all day!

Here’s a the best sign we saw all day!

We stopped at the beach at Bathsheba, where the waves are strong and the surfers hang out (or is it “hang ten”). It’s stunning and wild.

Huge rocks, strong waves, and amazing views at Bathsheba.

Huge rocks, strong waves, and amazing views at Bathsheba.

We stopped at Andromeda Botanical Garden and saw lots of flowers and trees. One in particular, a jade colored flower, that was quite beautiful. It isn’t just the sunshine that’s missing in the winter, it the vibrant color, the sweet smells of the flowers and plants, and the songs of the birds.

Jade colored flower

Jade colored flower

After lunch at The Round House (Flying Fish, Cou Cou, and fried plantains) we headed to a pottery place. The clay comes from the island and the woman staffing the place makes jewelry and both she and her husband make pottery. They have a lot of inventory in a place that is off the beaten path in a building that has an addition started but not finished. For the most part, the houses and tiny, tiny places, many brightly colored. It is not unlike Ecuador or Costa Rica in that respect.

The view from the pottery place...addition started and a view of the sea.

The view from the pottery place…addition started and a view of the sea.

St. Nicholas Abbey

Tuesday, March 4th, 2014

Not an abbey at all (and never was), this former sugar plantation is an example of a stone house built by a wealthy planter in the mid-17th century. The Jacobean great house is two stories and has seven bedrooms. The upstairs is off limits but the guided tour of the main floor included information about a couple of unique pieces of furniture and some extremely beautiful shell art pieces. Oddly, there were also a couple of cases of stuffed birds, but I suppose it’s no different then stuff moose or dear heads mounted on walls. The house is oriented so there is a cross breeze front to back, taking advantage of the wind’s cooling quality.

Shell art

Shell art

The guided tour included a glass of rum punch (or pineapple juice), a run tasting and an 18 minute film from 1935, showing the owner at the time making the trip from England via boat, life on the plantation harvesting sugar cane and making rum. He also explained how the windmill would be manually (or rather with the labor of a beast of burden) to catch the trade wind from one direction and then another. Fascinating.

This windmill just down the road from St. Nicholas Abbey, is Barbados only currently working windmill

This windmill just down the road from St. Nicholas Abbey, is Barbados only currently working windmill

We had lunch at the cafe. I had something called “fish balls” which were delicious.

Lunch at St. Nicholas Abbey

Lunch at St. Nicholas Abbey