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Dennis Jones is a Jamaican-born international economist, who has lived most of the time in the UK and USA, and latterly in Guinea, west Africa. He moved back to the Caribbean in 2007. This blog contains his observations on life on this small eastern Caribbean island, as well as views on life and issues on a broader landscape, especially the Caribbean and Africa.

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Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Ways Of The World


You learn a lot from talking to people. Even ones you have just met can give amazing insights into everyday life that had been hidden from view. Ones you know well can also give a few surprises. Some examples from the past few days.

I have learned that there is a brothel in Holetown, near Sunset Crest. A woman living in the area apparently saw a man she knew walking out of there one morning. She quickly ran back inside, embarrassed, hoping the man would not see her. I asked why would she be embarrassed? She had done nothing wrong; the man was possibly embarrassed. Bizarre logic?

Apparently (and an online search did not give confirmation), Barbados has a requirement that if an estranged parent is leaving the island with a child under 18, then a permission letter signed by the other parent is mandatory. I am not estranged from the mother of my child, so I have never had this to deal with. But, how are officials supposed to know what an estranged parent looks like. Do they wear signs? Bizarre logic?

My wife has a number of strange habits. When she comes home from her trips, and especially if it is late at night and I am asleep, she whirls around the kitchen spraying furiously with Fantastik. phoosh, phoosh. I told her today, that has to stop. She needs to get home, dump her bags and get straight into matrimonial re-engagement at a very high level. She said I could write this. So, whoo-hoo!

When my very good lady started to unpack her bag, she hummed. "Tennis gear? Check. Sarong?Check. Boring book? Check. Bikini top? Check. Bikini bottom? Guess I thought I didn't need that."

What could be better than having truffled scrambled eggs and fried flying fish for breakfast, by the sea? Follow that with a good time with a good book. Take time for an hour of tennis--though a bit hot. Plunge naked into the tub on your roof top suite--BUTT NAKED, THAT IS! Scream like a lunatic. Shower to get off the chlorine. Dress. Descend for lunch. Not a care in the world. Home ade pudding and souse next stop.

Tennis later. World Track Championships later. Usain Bolt. Feeling high as a kite. Like a Jamaican should. No man no betta dan me. To the world!

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