Old Gold and Coke please

What a week.

Nicole and I ran around the country going from meeting to meeting (trying to locate buildings and offices in a country without street signs is an interesting chore) talking with the biggest CEO's, General Directors and Marketing Managers on the island. This week was busy as hell.

Picture us driving around the island, not completely sure where we are going,
Nicole is on the phone getting directions whilst driving; I am on the computer going over my Interview notes and reviewing our strategy aloud with Nic. My tie is done up all the way, and it's hot as shit outside. We arrive at the place and it's go time.

Change of Pace

It can get hectic, but the Bajan rum and cool nights puts everything back to ease.
Last night I met up with an old University friend, Theresa and her boyfriend Chris. Through them, I ran into many other Bajans that I had met my previous time here when I visited Theresa and her cousin Jaime some 5 years ago. It was great fun running into them all, and brought back a lot of memories.

By 4am, it was time to leave the bar. Not because it was closing time, but because I could no longer function.

Harbour Lights is perhaps one of the best bars in the world, mixing an old Colonial House on a beach to the sweetest Caribbean music your ears will ever open up to. I felt like arse in the morning, but it was worth every sip!

Old Gold and Coke, I like you.