Barbados 6

Well this is supposed to be the dry season, but global warming and all, we had the most almighty downpour last night for literally hours. Sooey and I had popped out for an hour but Holetown became so flooded we had to abandon the car and get a lift with a friend in a 4x4.

Other than that, life continues on the beach... I think I should write something about the beachlife. Oli and I hang out at JuJu's beach bar most days and I get to eavesdrop on the most interesting of conversations. Yesterday a woman lectured 3 men for nearly an hour on 'how too many women pluck their eyebrows until they are far too thin (the eyebrows that is)' on how her eyelashes grow in different directions, finishing up with the benefits of using eyeliner.


Then there is the regular nutter who comes by every day who Oliver has nicknamed Herbert. He has a fine wardrobe, yesterday he was wearing jeans that finished mid calf, a white t-shirt with some message scribbled on the back in pen and an embroidered net curtain on his head. This went down very well with the invisible people he was arguing with on the sun loungers.
(I got some pics of Oli swimming with the turtles)