Thursday #28 – this Thursday was the first day we could actually sleep in on our holiday as the 5 days of cricket had finally come to end (with a nail-biting win for Australia no less!) Naturally we both woke up earlier than we would have had the cricket been on (this could in part be due to the fact we had eaten ridiculous amounts of food the night before and neither of us had been able to sleep properly). Despite being awake, DTM and I took our time actually getting out of the hotel – meaning we had to miss our usual bagel, egg & mushroom breakfast. Not a problem though, as we were both still struggling from the eat-a-thon the day before at the cricket and at dinner. We had consumed more fries that Wednesday than 2 people should ever consume in 1 day.
We eventually headed down to the hotel bar, ordered an early lunch and then went for a swim in the pool. We’d had big plans for using the pool that week, but a mechanical bull riding injury at the cricket on Day 1 had resulted in a rather feral ankle wound for DTM which stung in the chlorine. Poor baby. He manned up for our last day in Barbados though and humoured me with a swim in the pool.
After our swim it was off on a walk to find Chilly Moos – the much hyped (according to guide books) ice-creamery that was apparently quite close to St Lawrence Gap but had alluded us thus far. I had spotted a sign a day earlier so we were confident we would finally get to sample their ice cream delights. We tracked it down, picked our ice cream flavours, our mix-ins, and our toppings then watched them smash them all together on a cold stone slab. The verdict? In my opinion not as good as Cold Rock (though that could be due to the fact my usual order there involves Tim Tams which obviously aren’t on the Barbadian menu) but as DTM pointed out, it worked out cheaper than Cold Rock so perhaps it won based on that. Either way, it felt only appropriate that DTM and I would spend a Thursday eating large amounts of ice cream – the only thing missing was the free movies.
After our ice cream we checked out some souvenir shops before I finally managed to convince DTM to go for a quick swim at the beach – if only so we could say we had actually swum in The Caribbean. It’s no secret that I am not the biggest beach fan out there. My issue lies mostly with the sunbaking aspect. I am not made for baking and am perfectly happy if a visit to the beach involves getting in the water, getting out of the water and leaving. Something about my red hair and freckles just means I don’t really enjoy lying in the sun – it feels very unnatural and skin-cancerish. What I hadn’t realised was that the super tanned DTM was also not a beach fan.
I had assumed his lack of keenness earlier in the week was due in part to his (allegedly) agonising foot injury and also because any spare time we had was spent at the cricket or drinking rum…often both. Turns out I have found someone who is less keen on the beach than even I am! I tried not to laugh at him as he looked genuinely afraid of the tiny waves and felt very bizarre being the beachier person in the team. It caught me off guard as he had sent many annoying beach photos whilst he was in Phuket and I was studying in Sydney and so I had expected that he would want to get his beach on and I would have to confess that it wasn’t really my thang. It would seem that my dislike of sunbaking and like of swimming is the complete opposite of DTM’s desire to lie on the sand and not go near the water. And despite this we were both keen for a Caribbean holiday…
We headed back to the hotel where it was time to pack ahead of our flights to NYC & Trinidad. DTM managed to offload a bunch of his crap into my suitcase as well as randomly hiding a few things in there. I caught him do this a couple of times and so far have uncovered a koala keyring and a photo of him – strange man. We then spent an hour or so chilling out on our balcony and finishing off our rum (him) and champagne (me). As a side note, the fancy French champas had come courtesy of Legs 11 and The Farge Of Legs 11 but DTM was content with beers and rum so I'd had to drink the bottle myself.
Eventually it was time for me to say goodbye and DTM delighted in giving me a hard time for ditching him. I tried to argue that it didn’t count that my flight was Thursday night and his Friday morning because I was still going to arrive back in Sydney a good couple of months before he was so I couldn’t really be held responsible for leaving him behind. He seemed unbothered and just kept saying how he couldn’t believe I was leaving him again. He was cruisin’ for a bruisin’. I hopped in a taxi and made it to the airport with plenty of time to board my flight to Trinidad. I got there at about 10.30pm and had a couple of hours to kill before flying to New York just after midnight.
It was a very relaxing Thursday but also a tough one as 3rd time around the goodbyes are not getting any easier. It seems inevitable that next week’s Thursday back in Sydney will be a step down from the past two.
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