I met up with Des, who has the only GTO in Barbados (and it’s painted yellow). He’s been emailing me on and off for over 6 years with GTO related banter, so it was great to finally meet him in person.
We went to the Oistin’s Fish Fry on Friday night. It was quite sweet actually as they have all the youngsters at one end with their music blaring out and at the other end was an area for the older crowd to dance to more mature music. It was the first time I think I’ve seen people dancing to ballroom and latin under the stars and there was a huge crowd just watching and enjoying the atmosphere. It all struck me as being very civilised. I asked Des if people got drunk and raucous, and he just said "No", people come for a nice civilised evening – so much different to our booze fuelled society in the UK.
Barbados still retains it’s British charm despite gaining independence over 40 years ago, almost as if it’s stuck in a timewarp. On Sunday we saw numerous elderly ladies going to church in their best dress and hardly any shops are open. The people are very polite, the food’s great, the weather’s great, they speak English (lol), there’s lots to do, the sea is warm and the beer is cold. I just love it out there and was sad that we had to come back home to the dull grey miserable morning that greeted us at Gatwick on Sunday morning.