Thursday, March 6, continued — Not long after Michael dropped us off at the marina, we headed back out to get dinner. Several people had told us that Piggy’s was the best jerk chicken in town. Others told us that Piglets was even better. You’d think with the names Piggy’s and Piglet’s, they’d serve pork, but they both only served chicken and sides. Ed told us that Piggy’s owner looked like a pig and thus Piggy was his nickname. He also told us that the owner of Piglet’s had once worked as a chef for Piggy’s. Piggy’s had burned down, and rather than waiting for Piggy’s to be rebuilt, the chef opened Piglet’s.

We’d planned to eat at Piggy’s since it was in an actual building and it looked like we could eat inside. John saw us leaving and insisted on escorting us. Piggy’s was on the main road that paralleled East Harbor. As we neared Piggy’s, John insisted that we go to Piglet’s, instead, which was just another block or so down the road.

Piglet’s had no menus or signs, so we had no idea what our food choices were beyond jerk chicken. A batch of something yummy looking had just come out of the deep fryer, so when the cashier asked which side we wanted, we pointed to those. Since Piglet’s had no seating, we took it back to the boat to eat it. Here we are walking back towards the boat on a sidewalk that wins for most scenic and most treacherous.

As promised, the food was delicious. The mystery side turned out to be breadsticks, which tasted like plain donuts sans sugar. 

After we finished eating, we ventured back out to get ice cream for dessert at the place along the waterfront. As we were walking back, we saw a weird bright light in the sky. After watching for a few seconds, we pulled out our cameras in case it was something abnormal. We’re glad we did because it exploded shortly after. Later, we failed out it was a Space X rocket that had exploded, or as Elon Musk phrased it “deconstructed.” 

Dawn on Friday.

Christi spent the morning working on her land-life project. To give her some quiet time, Eric and Keith went back to Great Eats Café for second breakfast. While they were out, they were approached by two more gentlemen (at separate times) who apparently normally hang out at the marina asking the cruisers to purchase services. Eric told both of them no. One of them did go away after going through the litany of services he could provide, but the other one was very pushy. After finishing his litany of potential services, he basically told Eric that he expected money from him. Eric was really frustrated, but the guy did eventually go away.

After they returned, we did boat chores and school, then focused on getting Kosmos ready to go to sea. 

Our big outing was a trip to the grocery store and produce market. We’d been warned that on Fridays, everyone did their shopping for the weekends, so the grocery store was crowded and items sold out. They were not exaggerating. The grocery store was small and jam packed with people, making it very claustrophobic inside. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, we only bought essential items.

The produce market was an outdoor market steps away from the grocery store. It was a line of vendors with assorted produce piled on tables. It was also busy and a bit chaotic feeling. We were able to get everything we needed from one vendor, and then headed back to Kosmos.

On Wednesday, we’d notified the officials that we wanted to leave the country on Saturday in the early morning, so the customs lady came to Kosmos at 1630 to complete our check-out paperwork. It only took a few minutes. 

Even though it was unlikely that we’d get into trouble for venturing out of the marina after we’d already checked out of the country, we played it safe and had dinner at the marina. In addition to the pool bar that we’ve already mentioned, there was also a fancy restaurant upstairs. It was basically a covered patio, and had lovely views.

Our friends on Algonquin, another Nordhavn 43, had recently arrived, and they joined us for dinner.

Christi and Keith both ordered Jamaican Braised Oxtail, served in a puff pastry. It was a stew served in a basket that looked more like phyllo dough than puff pastry. It tasted good, but the meat was fatty. The pastry was a lovely decoration, but not really edible.

Eric got snapper with mango salsa that he liked a lot. It was served with a side of fried green plantains, which were bland. We’d rank Roots 21 as better than Zaca’s.