23.10.16 – Chair in the rain gets you wet all the same

Last in invited to collect my dinner from Oistins fish fry and join my cousin at his house to eat it.

Oistins fish fry is a Friday and Saturday nigh even for both locals and tourists alike. It is one of the few occasions where the two intermingle without the usual white privilege hierarchy that exists with normal interactions with tourists.

As its name suggests, local fisherman one they had sold their catch of the day, use to then of Friday evenings cook up what was left, add some macaroni pie, rice and peas, and greens, then sell it as your dinner.

This was hugely popular amongst the locals for years, and soon the local council started marketing the ‘true Bajan experience’ to the tourists.

It is good food, well made, and this is where I found myself last night, in a queue for one of the more popular spots, when the heavens opened up.

In Barbados, when it rains it is tropical rain, so it comes down like someone is pouring a never ending bucket of water over you.

Most of the tourists scattered looking for shelter but the locals, including me, remained in the queue resigned to the fact that we were going to get drenched, and that no amount of cowering was going to alter this reality.

I was soaked through and still in the queue, however I decided that this might be easier if my head was covered. So I picked up a white plastic chair, the type that you will find in any garden or café across the world, and raised it above my head as an umbrella.

The tourist found this most amusing, some of whom took pictures to show the ingenuity of Bajan man.

After ten minutes or so I realised that the queue had stopped moving which I the attributed to rain stopped cooking. I had somewhere that I needed to be, so I decided to cut my losses and leave, and in doing so, I lowered the chair from over my head.

The reason why this chair had been an effective shelter was because there were no holes in the seat. The curvature of the bottom meant that water had now stored around the groves and gullies around the seat area and the legs, so when I tilted it to take it off, all the water spilled straight into my lap.

I chuckled to myself for not foreseeing this happening, but it made no difference as I was already drenched, and made the journey back to where I had parked the van, in the rain.

In a change of culinary tact, I decided to pick up an all beef roti and some chicken on my way back. So soaked through I walked into this very brightly lit fast food shop and approached the counter.

The women behind the till looked at me knowing full well what story I had to tell of this evening, and offered me some rolled tissues.

“It is probably a bit late for that now” I grinned, accepting her kind offer to clean myself up a bit.

“It is for your face, I want to be able to see the menu” she responded with equal sarcasm.

Standing in the warm rain in a dark and humid outdoor climate is one thing, but standing in an air conditioned, brightly lit room with your clothes suddenly clinging to you, is very different.


~ by jeditopcat on 25 October, 2016.

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