Again – I’d get back to the condo exhausted from trying to concentrate in Caribbean-Heat. (if the business isn’t open – the AC isn’t on – and in both cases – the night clubs were ovens). Again – I got to lay down and grab a micro-nap before Amy would spiral in and start babbling about everything we had to do…

Half-conscious – I didn’t actually “hear” what she was carrying on about… I only heard “Comm’on Corbett – We have blahdie blahdie to do and blachhde blahhdie to call and blahdie blahdie”…

Once I came out from the bathroom from splashing my face with water and wondering if I had any clean clothes left that weren’t sweat soaked and stinky – I again caught the charismatic blur known as my boss who was now in her bathing suit and heading out the door.

What she said and I didn’t hear was… “Come-on Corbett – get your suit on – we’re getting in the ocean…Help make Mai Tais and bring them with you…”

Yes Mam’!

We’d spend the next hour or so pruning ourselves in the crystal water and talking and relaxing.

It was like standing in a swimming pool… except for the occasional fish that’d swim by and investigate and the extra buoyancy the salt water provided.

We eventually crawled out and went out to dinner with the Cayman folks at this great shi-shi restaurant where I had a fish called Wahoo that was so good I’m convinced I lost at least 20 I.Q. points as a result of the meal.

Stuffed – we left and went to the night club I had shot earlier that day. (*the nice one for tourists, not the dark stinky sexy one for locals). I got to experience what its like to cut an 80-person line for a nigh club and get let in through the “red-rope” by a huge doorman… (duh – we were guests of the owner – nonetheless – I enjoyed the Studio-64 moment and moved on).

The place was PACKED – way more for my tastes… But it was really interesting to experience this fusion of hip-hop and reggae music they’re doing down there… The DJ would spin tracks together while an MC guy would endlessly babble over the music (and or interrupt it) – egging on the crowd… I found it a little A.D.D and annoying – but the kids on the floor LOVED it.

Didn’t stay long… Too tired… We went back to the condo…

Meanwhile – I’m feeling a sort of virtual breathlessness trying to journal everything that happened in an extremely full 48 hour adventure.

*I said Journal… I didn’t say blog. 😉