On the last full day of the trip we decided to again take it easy, because we were pretty tired and sore from the previous
day's hike. Actually we didn't take it that easy, but relatively, yes. We wanted to check out the vibrant city of St. George's that we had passed
through the previous day on the way to Grand Etang. So we took the bus through the tunnel and started walking around. It was a bit of a challenge
to find good things to bring back that weren't trashy at all. In fact a lot of the merchandise for sale in the street market and the stores there
consisted of food, spices, bootleg CD's, and clothing that I would never wear. Like everywhere else in Grenada, the city is on a hill, so we walked
to the top and found more amazing views. On the way back down we saw the Parliament house. There were roosters walking around outside it, and some
officials managing to sound very dignified while speaking in the Caribbean accent. Then we walked to the other side of the city, which is the fort,
a very old one. It's also the site where the prime minister and several others were executed after the coup in 1983. One of the names of the other
executees was Unison Whiteman, which I thought was pretty cool, at least the Unison part.
After that we went back to Grand Anse beach. Al couldn't find peace on the sand because of all the crabs. I rented snorkling
gear and swam around some. The only wildlife I spotted were the little spiky things that I believe are called sea anemones, a few little tropical
fish, and a starfish. The fish were fun to watch because of the way they would let themselves be thrown around a bit by the waves, and then
eventually decide to swim on their own.
That night a lot of students were getting leaving, as they had been the whole time I was there. Almost all the flights were
at 6am or 8am, and no one seemed to mind staying up the whole night for it. That was a cool thing about the campus, you could walk around at any
hour of the day or night, and at least a few other people would be casually walking around. But not because they were out partying, they were just
up, used to studying all night I guess. I found it very enjoyable to be in a whole community of insomniacs. We walked around and said goodbye to
people, and watched the clouds speed across the sky illuminated by the moon. The cats were out skulking around as usual.
I had procrastinated about calling for a cab to the airport, since it had proved to be about the most expensive one thing in
Grenada at $9 US. As usual the path of least resistance prevailed, and I shared a cab with another leaving student. The airport was closed when
we got there and we had to sit outside it for about a half hour. When they did open it, one of the automatic doors wasn't being very automatic, and
had to be held open. The line was excruciatingly slow as they inspected the contents of every checked bag. A lot of the students were getting
royally screwed by a rule stating that all checked bags could only weigh 70 pounds together, because when they came here it was 70 pounds per bag,
and naturally they had acquired a lot of heavy books there. So they frantically ran to the scales to test their bags, and transfer things to their
carry-on bags if necessary. One obnoxious guy in a Scholes jersey, whose bags were obviously too heavy, talked loudly of trying to "bribe this guy."
I managed to stay awake long enough to snap an aerial picture of the campus right after we took off; after that everything
is a blur. I remember thinking to myself "Stay awake, take a picture" and then instantly blacking out, awake, more little thoughts, "should stay
awake, get food," then out again. When we got to San Juan I was so tired I couldn't think straight, and my plans of taking my 4 hour layover to
explore outside the airport quickly evaporated. Instead I collapsed in a seat at my departure gate and slept, occasionally waking up to see more
people sitting around me, and wondering what my face must have looked like after being pressed against my hand and jacket. My seatmate on the flight
back to New York was nice enough to wake me for lunch. For the little time I was awake on both flights, I was totally amazed and inspired by the
appearance of the clouds from above. The variety of shape and texture, and the light patterns, and the hugeness, is really something. The whole
time really I was just drifting anyway.