Caribbean Christmas (6): Twitter and Tinned Butter

Mosquito solution found (of sorts): Two electric tennis rackets which you wave at the passing blighter and it eloctrocutes him. A particularly sadistic sort of revenge. We looked at these two killer bats in the apartment for several days before we worked out what they are for. Imagine the demonic she-devil laughter as another parasite is despatched and you have some idea of the celebrations here at the death of the beastie. We are also grateful for your tips from Marmite to garlic, both reminders, which we have put into play immediately.   We are also going to try something like Mosquito […]

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Caribbean Christmas (2): The Best Shop In The World Revisited

Our second day dawns early.   Lag.   And starts off badly. Again.   I go outside at about 6 a.m. to watch the moon on the water, still confidently covered in last night’s DEET, and am immediately set upon and bitten quite badly by some killer mosquitoes.   Yum.   White meat, fresh and innocent, d’Angleterre. St Martin is half Dutch and half French.   The border is passed without ceremony most days, just a few flags on the side of the road.   But the Dutch side is pretty American, as is the French side too it must be said, and you can use any currency from […]

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