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Snapshots of the Caribbean
Part 3:
Round the Island

As we make our way round the island, I am struck by the differences between Grenada and Barbados. Neither country could be described as rich, but the poverty in Grenada seems more evident than in Barbados. For the most part, the houses are small and made of wood, with many of them on such steep hillsides that one or more corners have to be propped up precariously on stilts or thin stacks of bricks. We pass many houses with girls sitting on verandas, having their hair braided by their mothers, grandmothers, sisters and aunts, in preparation for church on Sunday and school on Monday. In other places, I am taken aback by the sight of women washing clothes in nearby rivers. Having grown up in a country where everyone has access to running water, I cannot imagine how difficult life is without such luxuries.

The priorities and needs of the average resident of Grenada are highlighted by their politics. In late 2003, there was a general election in Grenada, and evidence of the election is still apparent at the time of our visit six months later- each party has crudely painted slogans onto walls and roads that appeal to the most basic human needs… no slick advertising campaigns or niche policies here - instead, each party seems to be promising better healthcare.

The French influence on the island extends to religion, in that most of the population is Catholic. However, in common with many Caribbean states, more evangelical Christian denominations are also popular, and we pass many Seventh-day Adventist churches bursting at the seams with worshippers attending the Sabbath services. All of the church-goers are dressed up for the occasion, with women in hats, men in shirts and ties, and small girls with satin dresses and hair-ribbons. I cannot help thinking that, without air-conditioning, going to church here must be a rather warm affair.

We stop for lunch at an old plantation house, where we are treated to traditional foods. We start with soup made with callaloo, which is a green vegetable that tastes like a cross between spinach and watercress. This is followed by a buffet comprising pepper pot (a stew made with pork), chicken, rice and peas, breadfruit, plantain, stewed pumpkin, and christophene pie. Christophenes are not my favourite vegetable; they don't seem to taste of anything at all. For dessert, we are served fresh mango with sour sop ice cream, which is delicious.

Part 4: Late If At All

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