the night before the morning after

It's crunch time. Tomorrow I'm due to fly back to good ol' Amsterdam and leave the Caribbean behind. So tonight is my last evening on the island...

Earlier on, I drove over to Bath, and then inland slightly to a local rum shop/pool bar called Sea Breeze. There was a young guy (about 14, I guess) waiting for someone to come in and play pool, so I was his salvation. Shawn (as I discovered his name to be) lives locally and is deaf, and incredibly hyperactive, but also rather a good pool player. So we left the sparse congregation in the bar to watch a movie (with astonishingly cinematic sound) while we outdid each other playing ridiculously ambitious shots on the pool table. Actually I ended up winning every game, but was 'coached' a great deal by Shawn throughout, who was only marginally less interested in my shots than his own, and was itching to advise me on shot selection for every play.

Just got back to the apartment at Bathsheba (it's 10:30pm) and looking forward to a morning of packing, clearing out and then finally heading to the airport. Unless of course I 'accidentally' miss my flight. Watch this space.