Day 1 (continued)
In BVI, I feel hungry all the time. Not that there is shortage of food. It's just that right after I ate breakfast, I fantasized about lunch.
It's 6 pm now, and the popular restaurants do not open for dinner until 7 pm. I head to the "unpopular" one, which is open all the time, and doesn't appear to have any patrons. I enter and ask for a menu. They don't have one. It's a spontaneous kind of thing for them, type of "we serve whatever we catch during the day", although they didn't put it this way. Today, it's fish and chips:
While consuming this staple of the British diet, I observe the hostess. She is West Indian. Some people like to study animals, plants, machinery, religion, art. I like to study people. If I were not a software engineer, I'd be either a preacher or an anthropologist.
Certain anthropological patterns emerged so far. The West Indians in BVI, just like their counterparts in USVI, like their music loud. Deafening loud. Quite amazingly, West Indians in BVI just love talking on their cell phones while enjoying their music at the same time. To what can this seemingly superhuman ability be attributed to?
The dominant music preferences in BVI are somewhat different from those in USVI. It appears that in BVI, the melodic qualities are preferred over the rhythmic qualities. In USVI, it's the other way around. Even when rap is heard, the BVI selections are decidedly gentler than the USVI selections.
In USVI: "don't fuking disrespect me you fukng bitch, I'll fuk you in your fuking ass and slash your fuking throat"
In BVI: "Oh, babe, I so loved to fuk you in the ass last night"
So far, I have not heard any Adele, Beatles, Queen, Led Zeppelin, or Rolling Stones. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I am getting old.