We met up with Mulder and Scully for dinner. It was 'Jamaica Night' so the food was all based on local favourites and the entertainment was too! Mulder confessed he had taken a power nap after lunch, which explains why he was still so chirpy. The Gorse Fox was beginning to droop after the early start (it must be something to do with age).
The food was superb. It was a buffet style, with a grill chef managing any speciality requests. Now, the Gorse Fox finds buffets are his nemesis. He tends to act like a giant vacuum cleaner - trying a bit of everything. He decided to be strong and deliberately walked away after he had some curry goat, jerk chicken, plain rice and salad. He ignored the 10-15 other dishes... he can try something different next week.
We had a lovely meal and chatted about everything under the sun. The entertainment started with the trio of old men playing laid back, slight off beat, and slightly out of tune reggae. Two of the trio we remember from last year but the guy on the boom box drum was new. After them there a a moment where we all stood for the Jamaican National Anthem and had a quick quiz... then the next act came on. They were younger with a varied repertoire but no idea how to segue from one song to the next. All the songs had exactly the same bass riff, and the singer clearly thought he was a cross between Aretha Franklin and Ed Shehan. It was not a crossover that worked.
By nine-ish the Gorse Fox decided his tank was empty... Scully was also fading fast so we all headed off to our respective rooms.
The Gorse Fox was awake early again this morning but forced himself to stay in bed until six. Then he snuck out to do 5 miles on the treadmill. Now showered and enjoying a coffee, we are surveying the view from the room and preparing for breakfast.
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