Observations.

I have mentioned before how the current crazy British political correctness can stifle your feelings and experience but on two occasions in Tobago I had to smile. I was talking to Cat, the guy who picked me up from the airport and made himself into my minder and mentor, I mentioned that two girls had visited me at my first apartment to ask what it was like as the were  thinking of renting it, he asked me straight away if they were dark, no mention of the word black also when I was getting my haircut Kamala  Harris one of the senators for California was on the TV making a speech and all hair cutting stopped whilst they discussed wether she was mixed race or not, no mention of that spurious phrase Woman of colour.

Today’s exploration of the local area allowed all the touts in the area to offer me the services of their water taxis, normal taxis and tour opportunities, even the girl in tourist information joined in and took me to her preferred provider who only wanted £27.00 for a 6 km return taxi ride. I stopped off at a cafe recommended by Cisco, the coffee was probably the best I have ever tasted and to top it off it was served by the prettiest girl I have seen on this trip, I may have to go back for another cup.

I did visit the Diamond Botanical gardens and waterfall which were pleasant but when you live down the road from Bodnant nothing else measures up but the cats whiskers plant was cute, I now know that mace and nutmeg come from the same fruit and when I do develop dementia my way out will be ricin which is obtainable from the castor oil plant and is twice as deadly as the worst snake venom. On that Happy note it is time for an aperitif.