Marsh Harbour - 3
06 March 2009 | Marsh Harbour
This day was pretty low-key. I had been having some trouble with a muscle near the 4th rib, and thought it best to see a doctor. We walked into the doc's office and while we were waiting for our turn noticed a sign on the doorway leading to the exam area. It said "Kindly turn off all CELL PHONES and VHF's before entering". We got a big chuckle out of that.
Later that day, we went to Mangoes, another popular spot, for happy hour and to hear the music that was wafting across the harbor. It was quite comical. The music is played by, in essence, a DJ, who, along with an accomplice, plays the maracas and saw (yes, as in a cutting instrument). They really get into it! There was some dancing and people doing somersaults, and a very interesting lady dressed in a leopard print leotard (neck to ankles) who wore a very large-buckled belt around her very tiny, tiny waste; when I say tiny, I mean abnormally so. I said to Thierry, she must have had her ribs broken. She was rather large breasted, and had a pear shaped bottom; it was quite a sight. We later learned that she did indeed had her ribs broken to attain the "small" waste-line. Rumor has it that she is in the Guinness Book of World Records.