it's friday. jc gives us a call around 1pm and her timing was impeccable. both of us were dead asleep and oliver is supposed to get going for work. she says that they'll be heading to the strip this afternoon and i tell them to come on by my room. oliver leaves and i just putz around the room for a few hours. when i finally get the gumption to leave i open up my door and i'm startled to see jc and debbie sitting in my verandah as if they'd been there all day. lol

jc treats us to a blended fruit punch and i arrange for a ride back to the ritz carlton. my stupid digicel phone won't let me make any calls so i have to buy a phone card to use in the hotel. i call the front desk and tell them i need the switchboard. she asks what kind of phone card i have and when i look at the card i see that it's title is in patois. so, in my very best patois pronounciation i say, "oliver's farrin cyaad." no sooner that i say that here's jc, debbie, and the front desk clerk all laughing at me like i'm a bloomin' eediat! i bet oliver samuels woulda like it though. it was his phone cyaad.

marie picks us up and she takes us to her house in flankers. for anyone who doesn't know, the road up to flankers is busted up and effin' steep! i don't think i could walk up that hill even if my very life depended on it. there's a fantastic view of the sunset from there. and horace (aka bigga: my driver back in october) shows us the various fruit trees on his property.

wahoo, here's your ackee! i took this pic because of that cute lizard who was trying to run away from me.