Strictly speaking, Barbados isn't even really part of the Caribbean, lying as it does in the extreme western Atlantic, just east of the Caribbean Sea. Perhaps it was for this reason, that our enthusiasm was at a low ebb, allowing us to easily rationalize ourselves out of consummating the visit downtown. The 94 degree, high humidity day, a lengthy walk from the ship to the customs house, a claustrophobic, body-filled enforced passage through a chicane of grotty jewelry and junk stores only to reach a plaza that was four miles away from downtown probably had a lot to do with it as well.
The witless logistics at this point, was to transport the several thousand milling sightseers downtown in a series of 7 passenger minivans. Enough! We reversed course and spent a relaxing day in the air-conditioned comfort of the "big boat" putting on a few pounds, feeling smug and watching containers being shuffled hither and thither on the dockside. The shore-side drinking water, at $17.00 a gallon, seemed expensive even for Evian.
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