elanya

So.... tonight being my last night, I thought i wanted to get some good cracked conch for dinner. I debated just getting it from the hotel, but decided that since I had to go out to the bank anyway, I may as well walk out towards the Fish Fry. I never made it that far - I was walking along the beach and found a shack selling the stuff I was after (okay, I was aggressively recruited to eat there as I walked by, but that's par for the course), figured it was closer and probably fine, and ordered.

I was sitting there maybe 5 minutes, talking to some of the other people around (mostly an older white dude from Michigan), when two lady cops showed up and asked me if I was working for Steve-O (Who at that time I have a vague impression was the owner). I said no, confused, and they asked me to come with them.

So, we walked over to the station that was just a little ways up and across the street - and i talked to another guy there who asked me some other similar questions, and for my info and address, where I was staying, etc, which I gave @_@ He came in while I was there and said that I was his customer and that he wanted to know what was going on, and they told him to leave. It was very odd. I do think they believed me, at least - they let me go, basically telling me that someone had told them I was working for him (buh???), but also that he was an unsavoury character and I should avoid him. I asked if I should go back and get my ordered food, or just leave... they said go ahead and get it, and then just go elsewhere.

So.... that's what I did. However, it took awhile after I returned to get said food, and while I was waiting, one of the....we'll call them minions... who was about told me that I had to go into the shack and talk to him and straighten things out so that there would be no trouble. Which.... no? But I went over to the side, he said come in and talk. I said I'd rather not, can we talk out front? He said I can't make your food if we're talking out front... I said.... then we can talk afterwards :p I assured him I wasn't going anywhere, and went back to talking to Old White Guy, who as we chatted seemed shiftier and shiftier... also nice. I may have been getting paranoid, but at the very least he told me he was married and wasn't wearing a ring :V

Anyway, at length the food was produced - a giiiiiant pile of food, and much more than I'd expected. I told him that someone told him I was working for him, he agreed that was ridiculous. During this conversation, no one else was around, my table companion having stepped off.... for added shiftyness, I suppose :p he asked me my name, but I only gave my first.... probably I should have lied, but I'd already given it to some others before the cops came and took me away @_@. Anyway, he gave me a hug and also told me that he was a lawyer and that "after he showed up, it was all over", and that's why they let me go. they don't want to fuck with him, see, even though they are clearly not above harassing his customers, and Old White Guy told me they'd been hassling him about something else a few days before :p

Anyway, I had a few bites of my dinner (sadly doused in ketchup :p), made my excuses, and departed.

And now I'm back in the safety of the hotel, and don't intend to leave again until it is time to leave the country :p

So, how if the food, you ask? Well, cold by now, and too salty and ketchupy. Should have stuck with fish fry, or else Never Left :p

On the upside, they were playing Michael Jackson tunes, so i got to hear Thriller and Billie Jean @_@