You know how they say “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”? Well in Grenada, it’s “a coconut a day…”. I was also told that coconut water is the best cure for a hangover. So for good measure, I purchased two. You see, I had a lot of cheap tequila the night before.
Grenada has a lot going for it. Although for crew members, the highlight as always, would be the free wifi in the port terminal. Regardless, when you walk out of the terminal and turn right, a small tunnel leads you over to Fort George over-looking a lovely section of Grenada brimmed with colorfully-painted houses. I was told that it was so people could easily identify their houses. (This is in stark contrast to Santorini where it sounds like it would be next to impossible to find your way home if you were drunk.)
This time however, I was on a tour. We were going on a spice tour, along with a hike to the famous Seven Sisters Waterfalls. We drove to a plantation and our guide, who “worked” as a marijuana farmer during the off-season, identified all sorts of interesting plants and trees for us to look at and smell. We encountered cloves, vanilla, nutmeg, cinnamon, cacao and even a cashew tree. My favorite was the cacao tree and even had the chance to try the fruit. It’s white and tastes sort of chocolatey. The locals call them “jungle M&Ms”.
We continued on, with the hike to the falls. Grenada is lush and green, more like St Lucia and Dominica, rather than your typical Caribbean beach island. After less than an hour of hiking, we finally came upon one of the “sisters”. The Seven Sisters is a group of 7 inter-connected waterfalls close to the Grand Etang Nature Reserve in St. Andrew. We had some free time to jump in one of the pools but I didn’t want to go in. Thing is, I don’t like getting wet. Unless it’s to get into a hot tub or go have a hot shower. So jumping into a crystal clear pool of cool water, which had just flowed from the top of the mountain, sounded as appealing as having hydrochloric acid poured onto my balls.
But I also realized that I’d probably never come back again, so it’d be a shame not to go it. Besides, it had started raining so I was already getting wet. As I suspected, the water was icy cold! So cold, that I yelped like wounded puppy and stood transfixed waist-deep in the water, as the other people on the tour swam past me. Well, at least I made an effort.
On our hike back to the van, we passed some enterprising young boys selling spice necklaces and “cocoa balls” (unrefined organic cocoa about the size of well, a testicle and tastes like cooking chocolate). I’ve recently become hooked on these – you can drop one into a latte and it becomes a yummy mocha.
I have to say though, that it’s a bit curious that these cocoa products seem to be sold only as either as balls or 6″ sticks. I wonder if you can get box-shaped ones as well.
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