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Part
2:
I
had
a
hunch
that
the
restaurant
may
soon
be
overtaken
by
hungry
people,
so
we
spared
no
time
after
that
Anansi
web
to
take
our
seat.
The
restaurant
was
located
upstairs.
It
took
some
asking
to
find.
By
the
look
of
things,
the
layout
is
ideal
for
small
groups.
We
waited
until
a
seat
was
prepared
for
the
six
of
us
(including
one
child).
The
menu
had
mainly
Jamaican
dishes.
I
must
commend
myself
for
playing
it
safe
by
order
two
main
courses
instead
of
one.You'll
soon
see
why.
So
we
all
took
soup
-
which
was
nicely
done:
not
salty,
not
watery,
just
right.
Our
dishes
-
burger
and
fries,
jerk
chicken,
escovitch
fish,
oxtail
-
the
main
ones.
So
you
wanted
to
know
what
was
bad
about
the
visit
-
this
was
part
of
it.
After
eating
the
soup,
we
did
become
restless
because
of
the
long
wait
for
the
main
course.
I
mean,
I
was
with
family
so
we
talked,
joked,
reminisced
and
everything
else
that
we
could
talk
about.
We
waited
some
more
and
then
the
waiter
emerged.
The
food
was
however
very
nice
but
the
portions
could
be
more.
Hence,
the
reason
I
was
happy
I'd
ordered
two
different
meals.
What
next?
We
were
thinking
of
going
on
the
bobled
but
the
line
was
too
long
so
we
tracked
up
to
the
Reggaemuffin
play
area.
I
think
the
name
should
be
changed.
The
right
description
should
be
air-dash
challenge.
You
don't
want
to
go
to
this
gate
after
eating
but
we
di
-
all
three
of
the
six
of
us.
The
others
-
well
chickened
out.
It's
a
double
seater
which
rises
into
the
air
and
is
propelled
alone
a
track
but
is
wildly
agitated
at
points
by
the
overhead
controller.
I
was
remarking
to
my
brother
that
I
noticed
that
Jamaicans
kept
screaming
whilst
tourists
ocassionaly
made
giggling
gobbles.
I
decided
I
would
breathe
and
hold
on
whislts
adjusting
to
the
moves
and
shakes
-
and
it
worked.
My
dignified
ride.
Can't
say
the
same
for
my
partner.
Underneath
the
same
obstacle
ground
is
a
cave
but
it
perhaps
should
be
called
a
tunnel.
It
still
needs
work
and
lacks
attraction.
On
the
package
was
something
about
access
to
an
infinity
pool.
But
by
the
looks
of
things,
it
wasn't
worth
getting
wet
for.
Don't
mistake
me,
there
was
a
nice
medium
size
slide
and
a
sort
of
warp
in
the
pool
below
but
may
be
between
the
number
of
persons
jumping
in
and
the
cordiality
of
our
adorning,
we
decided
to
pass.
Unrefundably.
So
we
stopped
our
breath
and
joined
the
line
for
the
boblseigh.
The
announcer
at
the
DJ
console
warned
us
that
rides
would
end
at
4pm.
It
was
3pm
with
a
long
line
ahead
of
us.
The
line
-too
-was
more
of
a
zig
zag
strategically
weaved
through
an
infomercial
zone
towering
several
boards
showcasing
Jamaica's
history.
I
enjoyed
the
one
on
Bob
Marley.
There
were
things
on
cricket,
athletics,
maritine,
food,
etc,
but
they
weren't
my
cup
of
tea.
May
be
it
could
do
with
an
update
or
perhaps
the
cluster
was
too
daunting.
Adjacent
was
a
seating
area
with
a
bar
and
a
hot
dog
stand.
The
food
I
had
eaten
earlier
had
just
finished
the
3rd
trimester
and
so
I
motioned
to
the
restroom
with
urgency.
For
a
moment
I
was
confused
as
I
saw
only
the
sign
for
the
female
restroom.
I
waited
and
then
I
saw
a
brother
approaching
it
with
calmness
and
making
a
left
turn
just
before
the
door.
What
do
you
know?
The
male
restroom
was
neatly
tucked
away
in
the
corner.
Two
urinals
and
and
private
area.
Nice
-
the
bowl
was
empty.
That's
that
-
too
much
info.
Part
3
to
follow
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