The Caribbean "Milkman"

At anchor the sound of a horn could mean one of several things: 1) a boat is about to collide with you 2) someone is trying to sell you something or, in the case of our boat, 3) Tom is in the bathroom. Just such an event happened this morning at the too early hour of 8am. I seem to hear a horn in the distance that is growing closer - given that Tom is next to me it (hopefully) isn't him, so that means it is an enterprising St. Lucian with something to sell.

While some boaters absolutely hate vendors, Tom and I really aren't bothered by them and kind of enjoy the visit. Especially when the boat is pimped out like this. Gregory circles Rodney Bay selling fruit - today he offered a cornocopia of tropical fruits: papaya, mango, grapefruit, coconuts, bananas. All presented to you at the stern of your boat!

We dressed and hustled on deck - now the fun begins.........we greeted him with a hearty "Wazzup". "Oh mahn.........I gots de best froot". We have a bit of fun negotiating, and then pay the original asking price for whatever we buy. It really feels wrong to do anything else. Today we bought mangos and grapefruit from Gregory. Before he left he whipped out a coconut and with a graceful flick of the machete, coconut juice for breakfast! Tomorrow, who knows what we will buy. Waiting for the rasta rum barge to come past. Beats the heck out of grocery shopping.