Written Dec. 26, 2015
Prick Bay, Grenada
Knowing where a party is located is usually a key component to attending it. And one might often like to know where their party is before heading out to it, but not in Grenada where mis-information is rampant and getting there is half the fun.
Ben from Dhanu came over late Christmas day for drinks and charcuterie (our Have a Good Time Day dinner), then we all headed out on an off-road adventure to Hog Island. The Full Moon Party, with bands and food and dancing, was at the beach on Hog Island, reliable sources said. This beach is boat-access only, but Ben thought he knew a way by car.
We drove to Woburn and found that where the road ends, the corduroy route begins, winding roughly through the woods like a stumbling drunk, obstructed only by the odd horse grazing in the dark.
The route takes you down to the bridge, which you can cross in a car, unlit and unfinished, to the uninhabited Hog Island. We parked the car at the other end of the bridge and got out and listened. Silence. There was no sound of a party. No party you’d want to go to, anyway.
Maybe it isn’t at Hog Island? Maybe it is in Grand Anse, by the mall? We are undeterred: we
drive out of the darkness and into the light. We got to Grand Anse and there was a party there, but it was not our party.
The next potential location was Whisper Cove, out past Hog Island. So we back tracked to Woburn and then just kept going, following the narrowing road. Slowly the promising signs materialized: other cars navigating their way through the bumps and potholes, people walking — in shoes not made for walking, and then the sure sign we were close, parked cars lining both sides of the narrow road We were close! And then we heard it — the music!
Like searching the countryside for a rave in some undisclosed farm field, we’d found our party. So we celebrated just being there. We recognized a couple of people from the boatyard, and Ben knew others. The moon was full and lit up the entire sky like day, people were drunk and still drinking, people were dancing to the dj (bands had finished), and yachties mixed with locals in a relaxed and fairly untypical way for Grenada.
It was a good time. And that was the goal for “Have a good time day.” Thank you Ben!