Cressi fins to the rescue

Last week I was heartbroken to discover that one of my fins had broken, a clean crack across my left fin, rendered it completely useless. I felt like Nemo, with his lucky-fin! What was most upsetting is that my fins and snorkel mask were a leaving present from Digit and I had no receipt.

Painting: Miss Charlene

Here's a painting of a lady I met at CTA (Cayman Traditional Arts), she is a thatch and weave demonstrator, here she is, in Nurse Leila's garden, West Bay.

Mixed media on paper

Soundbite: the way it has

I may have lost 4 hours of my life waiting in Immigration in the last two days, but I have garnered some interesting advice.

Sketchbook: beach people 2

More people watching on Seven Mile Beach.

Soundbite: Hey Shirley

Overheard, the bus driver on the phone to Shirley. Obviously.

Sketchbook: beach people

Quick doodles of passers by on Seven Mile Beach.

Plucky characters

I've met a few characters so far on this island, but so far I'm falling for the charms of the chickens. They seem to be a tourist favourite around George Town too. They strut all over this island, on the main roads, on the dirt tracks, even in the port town.

Against the bleached gritty paths their bright plumes really pop in the sunlight. I've never had pet chickens, but in the future I could be tempted, if these plucky characters are anything to go by.