Georgetown

Georgetown is a great place. The buildings are either in lovely colonial style or completely dilapadated, held together with duct tape and rosary beads. The people are extremely friendly, their English is either a sing song creole or like it was stuck in the 50s. They all seemed to be amused at my gringoness walking around town.
"How de sun be treatin ye today" was one comment from a rasta cycling by. My general whiteness seemed a neverending source of amusement to the locals.

One night a large black chap stopped me and said "I want a white dick". I was about to break into tears and offer him thousands of dollars not to hurt me when he interrupted. "I want two dicks, me black one and a white one". Flattering him I said that I was sure his black one was enough to keep the ladies happy. "Sure it is man, I just want de white one to tickle dem with". We both burst out laughing and he gave me a beer from his sixpack.
Another highlight was the turning on of the Christmas lights outside Courts supermarket. The prime minister was there, models in black leather catsuits too and to cap it all of a black Santa Claus that was gyrating his hips so lewdly and generally bumping and grinding like it was an olympic sport, that I'm sure in the USA childrens' eyes would have had to be covered by concerned parents. All he was missing was a bottle of rum in his hand.