Drove out of the villa last night about 6 p.m. to go get dinner at one of the close restaurants. Were a bit worried when we walked in and were the only guests but she assured us the place would fill up later. Didn’t fill up before we left but maybe had another ½ dozen patrons. Food was Creole and we were listening to a Jamaican - wannabe disc jockey play disco beats - in Creole - on a huge boom box sitting by the cash register but all in all, a nice dinner and a nice evening.
Of course when we left, it was very dark and there aren’t a lot of street lights nor house lights if someone isn’t home. Luckily, there is a huge concrete mixer parked right across from where I need to turn to go to the villa. I might be in trouble if they move that concrete mixer. We drove up the very steep hill, kept on going, looking for our sign that said this is the way to Sailfish. Didn’t find it. When we realized we had gone too far, I was on my way back down a very steep hill which had a wide, wide curve and I used that to turn around in the middle of the road and go back up the steep hill to try and find our villa again. Of course there was a car coming down the hill just as I was finishing my turn but we both managed to make it past each other without dropping off the side of the cliff.
Second try. My hubby thought for sure he had found it and we drove down a very narrow road until it ended. NOPE. He had to get out of the car this time and guide me in the turn around as it was quite narrow and very steep drop off. OK, down to the bottom of the hill and the concrete mixer, turn around in the main road, watch for pedestrians of whom there are surprisingly many walking up the hills in the dark, and then back up the steep hill for another try at finding our villa.
Another narrow road looked like a good possibility. NOPE. Another turn around in a very narrow road trying not to drop off the side and also avoiding people. Well, you can see how this is going. We tried both sides of the road because I thought the villa was on one side and hubby thought it was on another side. NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. Now we started asking people walking up the hill. The first guy sent us to the wrong street and again, hubby had to get out to help me turn the car but there was an old geezer walking up the hill and he stood at the entrance of the street to wait for us to make the turn while he thought about where the villas might be. We had to describe the lady that had brought us to the villas and that seemed to help. He told us to go to the second turn and we’d find it.
Huzzah! Hurrah! Glory! Yippee! He was right. Finally after about 25 minutes of driving up and down this steep road and making impossibly narrow turns and not falling off the cliff once, we pulled onto the drive of our very steep driveway and turned into our villas. I did not try and pull up to the front of our villa this time in the dark. I was pretty sure I could not safely make the steep hill to the villa so we parked below and walked up to our villa where my husband had left the light on for us. What a vacation!!! Good stuff. Ha ha ha.
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