On the 2nd day, after a goodly sleep, Al and I set out on a free university bus into the "town" near the campus, which
is the town of Grand Anse beach, the biggest beach on the island and somehow connected to the college. We ate at Rick's, an interesting
place where you sort of do some of the work for them, in that you get two slips of paper along with your receipt, you have to take one across the
cafe and give it to the cooks to tell them what food to make for you, and the other one down the counter to the drink station, to get that. The
food slip says at the bottom "You are so nice!" and something else. Al remarked he had always wanted to keep one for the Engrish-like quality,
but that would mean paying for food and never getting it.

We then decided to walk on the road to St. George's, the capital city, and see
if somewhere we could get access to the beach. We never did , but along the way, we saw lots of very ramshackle houses with animals
like goats, roosters, dogs, and such hanging around, and a Catholic School. We also got honked at by every commercial vehicle that passed us,
offering us their services. We ended up walking all the way to St. George's, which wasn't all that far but seemed like it. When we got there the
place seemed pretty dead to me--there was only one street with commerce on it, and that was the street next to the water. I wanted to sit in a cafe
and watch the cricket match that much of Grenada seemed glued to their TVs for. I picked about the worst one--no game on, no beverages, it looked
like food had never been served there. Al got an orange juice, which like all the other orange juice in Grenada, tasted like grapefruit juice to
me.

That night we went to a party for the students celebrating the end of the school year. It was $10 US to get in, and then
all you can drink, the drink selection consisting of vodka, rum, pepsi, beer, and the Jamaican grapefruit soda called Ting (and any mixture
thereof). It was fairly typical of parties, but kind of better--most of the people were a lot calmer than at the bar or college party scene that
I am familiar with in an extremely limited way. I met several more of Al's friends, and had some decent conversations. The location was a
cafe/bar that's basically on the beach, so Al and I decided to go out onto the beach area. There we met THE MOST ENTHUSIASTIC TCBY EMPLOYEE IN
THE WORLD. He grabbed Al and started talking to him about the TCBY where we works, which other than KFC seems to be the only American food chain
to have made it there. It's also the "hangout" for a lot of the med students, which they laugh at themselves a bit for. This guy was so
enthusiastic about the economics of TCBY, how great it is, plans for expansion, that it was hard to believe he was just a cashier/server guy.
People at that leve here are generally so apathetic, and not without reason. He was shocked that I had never been to TCBY until I explained my
very recent arrival. A conversation about drinks ensued, culminating with his friend producing a drink seemingly out of nowhere. Now generally
it's ill-advised to take a drink under those circumstances, but in this case, date rape didn't seem too likely. They explained that it was Vodka
and Ting, and as soon as I started drinking it they were talking me out of it--"Don't drink it if you don't want to man, it's a fucked up drink."
I could understand why, because I really couldn't taste the alcohol, and people say that about a lot of drinks but I rarely find it that way
myself. Also I later remembered grapefruit can amplify the effects of things like alcohol. But this didn't do anything too bad to me.

Once the student bartenders were so drunk it was hard to get their attention, we took the bus back to the campus, and with
the combination of a bumpy ride, and some passengers looking really unhealthy, I felt sure there would be some vomiting, which would be really
unpleasant for at least a few people, since they pack the buses so tight. But somehow it didn't happen. As we started walking to the dorm I saw a
girl about our age pick up what appeared to be a dead rat off the road, and throw it into the grass. Now that is something you don't see every day.
"Vet students," Al's friend remarked--see the Medical students, they don't respect the Veterinary students too much. No regard. No esteem
either.