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Bob's dad arrived on July 17th. We sailed from St. George's to Prickly Bay and anchored there one night just so he could experience the boat under way. We returned to St. George's to finish provisioning and get ready for our trek to Venezuela.
One night, a group of about 25, including three of the British sailors, went to Patrick's for dinner. Patrick does family style "home cooking" and serves on his front porch and in a large crawl space. Our large group was placed in the crawl space where there was not much headroom so you had to stoop to walk around. Despite the primitive surroundings, the food was outstanding. The meal started with soup followed by 5-6 salads among which were chicken, lobster, breadfruit, slaw, avocado and tomato. There were at least ten entree platters, lambi (conch), beef, pork, fried whole little fish, rabbit, lamb, and land crab. Dessert was a rich chocolate cake and rum raisin ice cream. What a pig out! Bob's dad really seemed to enjoy himself. Patrick, the proprietor, was padding around barefoot wearing loose long black pants and a red and green flowered-print shirt. He was checking to see how the meal was progressing, giving us time to eat the many salads before the hot entrees were brought out. He suddenly stopped, aghast, and limp-wristed in a falsetto voice, leaned down to say to Jan from the sailing vessel Cambia, "My dear, you're eating your salad with the dessert fork!" Strange as it may seem, each place had been set with dinner knife and fork, salad fork, soupspoon, dessert spoon and fork. Such a dichotomy with its crawl space ceiling and dirt floor!
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