The one thing that we'd seriously underestimated, since our return, was just how long it would take us to re-acclimatize to the Grenadian heat, and how much energy the enveloping hot blanket of humidity zaps out of you, and how long it takes to get things done when it's scorching-hot, and well, you just stand there thinking about WHAT needs doing and you start to drip sweat, and...

"Enough already..." says Dave, "your readers really, really don't want to hear about how hot it is!"

"Yeah, but, I just want them to know how effin-hot it really is..." I complain quietly to myself.

So we've spent the last two weeks getting all our work done, and not the planned one week, lists got written, and items got scratched off, we were making progress and then it was time to figure out what our Exit Strategy was going to be.

"How about going to Carriacou for the Hash?" asks Dave.
"I'm game..." says I.

And so with friends Mike and Rebecca along for the ride, we headed to Carriacou for the Big Hash Weekend.

Carriacou lies just North of Grenada. The Amerindians were the earliest setllers here, and called this place "Kayryouacou", meaning "the land of reefs." Thankfully we didn't hit any on our way in, and after an enjoyable 6 hour sail up the coast, we found ourselves anchored in Hillsborough.

Not sure just what Mike and Rebecca thought of heeling life on a uni-maran, but we are happy to report that they survived, and other than a derailed shackle, we all arrived in one piece, no one fed the fish, and first order of business was to head to the beach for the meet and greet and BBQ.

It was great fun to meet up with Kathy and John (Oceana) again, Ken and Lynn (Silverheels III), along with a few other familiar faces.



Next morning we walked through the quiet town,







where we saw this cute little guy,



let's hope he doesn't end up on the local Butcher's Table!!



After lunch, we got ourselves Hash ready (which means socks and running shoes), lots of water and we were ready to get going. The buses took us across the island, and first order of business,



for us eager beavers who wanted to get on the first bus there, was to grab an extremely dusty bag and collect all sorts of garbage that gets washed up on the beach,



the beach, being a term that's rather loosely applied here, as it's also an eroding cemetery,





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After our gruelling hike last Monday, this hike across the island was quite easy. The path (yes, there was a path - imagine that!) that went mostly uphill for half the way,



then straight back downhill the rest of the way (and along the way) another cemetery !!



The challenge was found at the very end of the hash, where there was a legendary rope (or so we were told) to hang off of, a hidden path along the ridge to be carefully stepped on, see if you can find either or?



The party back at the beach was in full swing when we arrived,



the steel pan music along with the meal (dare I tell you it was pork??)



sure filled the gurgling sounds our tummies were making.

The sunset was the piece de resistance, and we are THRILLED to announce that shortly after this photo was clicked, we saw our very first GREEN FLASH. Blink, and it's gone !!



WOW !

Darkness signalled a quick trip back to Banyan, for a splash in the water to cool off, change, and back to town for some fun. What happens on Banyan, stays on Banyan, so we won't mention any crazy ladies we met, how we thankfully didn't hear the Stairway to Heaven song, how good those french fries were, those Christmas tunes that accompanied us along the way, or even the gospel radio we listened to on Sunday morning, right?

We've arrived ! We've acclimatized !! And our adventures have begun.