People ask me about the hurricane season, imagining, I assume, endless days of wild winds and driving rain. But actually it’s not like that. The weather is often great; clear, deep blue skies and high temperatures. The only problem is that every now and then these monsters roll across the Atlantic like giant ten-pin bowling balls and we in the Lesser Antilles all worry if we’re living on the skittle that’s going to be knocked down next.

“Good morning. Do you have men’s deodorant ?”
“Just this one here,” she says, pointing to a shelf full of roll-ons.
“What is it ?” I ask.
“Black Sweat,” she replies.
“I’m sorry ?”
“Black Sweat,” she says again.
“Black Sweat ? It’s called Black Sweat ?”
“Yes.”
“How much is it ?”
“Five sixty-five.”

So now I have to decide if I’d like my armpits to smell of white sweat or black sweat. There seems to be no other choice.

“Okay, I’ll take it.”

She takes my money and puts the Black Sweat into a brown paper bag, making it look like something illicit.

I exit the shop, sit in my car and take it out.

Black Suede, reads the label, and I smile.

I lather it on and head up to the building site smelling like a cheap night out.

One person mentioned the Layou petroglyphs in St Vincent. Here’s a photo of them from when I was last there.

And here’s a photo of the Duquesne petroglyph in Grenada

It would be awesome to find something like this in Dominica … I’ll keep looking !