--Jah loves you--

-- or so the graffiti on the way back to my hotel says.

Another day in paradise (why are tropical islands always described as paradisical, and snow covered mountains or meadows of golden corn never are?). It's nice here. There's the water (though not much beach), and sand and palm trees, and it's warm. But its also quite scruffy and the sand is not neccessarally a good thing, and its warm in a lot of places. And then there's the presence of the 13 member American Evangelical Mission who set up an electric organ in the bandstand past the basketball court and played Jesus-loves-you-karaoke for 4 hours last night. Definitely not included in my definition of paradise.

Not that I'm having a bad time, but the world is complex and even paradise has its mosquitos (and evengelical christians)

This blog entry really isn't going anywhere is it? Seems I've succumbed to the island groove already. Can't keep my thoughts on track enough to write a serious entry. That and I haven't actually done much. Spent yesterday wandering around the town, then sitting in the hammock at the end of my hotel's private dock (yes my hotel has a private dock!) singing loudly to Ani di Franco and writing my diary. Doing my washing was the most chore-like thing I did all day.

It poured with rain last night and was incredibly windy. Got an idea of what a hurricane might be like (but obviously 100 million times worse). This morning then all the other people who were going to go Manatee spoting on the tour I was planning had pulled out (pity cos the weather's fine now). So no mannatees for Bec. Oh well.

It's been nice to bum around for another day. There's worse ways to spend your time (like the bus ride I'll be taking tomorrow for example)