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Grenada ... quick post on momentarty wifi...


Grenada - the most southly point of our trip. The heat is punishing especially as the town is considerably hilly... very short but steep roads at every turn. We walked up to the fort but it was a tad disappointing due to restoration work meanning most of it waa scaffolded but there was an amazing view point giving a 360 vista of the immediate area. 
The breeze made the climb bearable but I was hoping the sun block held as this is the deceptive weather cool breeze taking the edge off the sun. 
We wandered down to the harbour. This is considered to be one of the prettiest bays in the whole of the Caribbean and maybe it is, but because it was Sunday It was deserted, which was quite nice because it meant there was no traffic but also that were no bars or cafes to get a cup of coffee..... After the hustle and bustle and chaos of the other places we had visited this felt very calm and quiet. I wouldn't say it was particularly pretty - Maybe it looks better with a few people around. We walked from the town, it was incredibly hilly and the heat was causing us to wilt, so In the absence of a nice place to sit and people watch and have a cup of coffee or maybe even a cheeky beer eventually we headed back to the ship.
As we got back to the ship it began to rain. It was quite refreshing at first but then it got heavy. It is tropical rain which means it's not cold and you dry out very quick it's not an unpleasant experience stood out in a summer dress in the rain.
Wi-Fi Is conspicuous by its absence. We find in that if you want to use it in any of the bars or cafes you have to spend a minimum of $20. That's not hard to do if you're having a meal but if you're only having a beer It starts to be quite an expensive drink. So basically I'm just managing without Wi-Fi And popping these posts on every time we pass through a port where we can have 20 minutes of Wi-Fi free.

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