Well, it was only a matter of time 'til I would need to test the weather proof-ness of my amply sprayed coat. While it has rained on other days, today was THE day. Feeling smothered by my roommate and 2 sycophantic undergrads, I broke away and struck out on my own in search of a steaming plate of oxtail stew! I checked my online map thrice, packed my coat into a bag, added a plastic ziploc for the phone and passport if necessary and left for the trip twice...first time I thought “get your lip balm” and the second I grabbed my phone.
I set off at a healthy clip, and armed with my response in case anyone so much as asked y’all right?
 |
| This was a shred-your-own-roti dish...Across the Caribbean, you order Chicken roti and you get a wrap with meat, veg, and sauce handed to you..this was something different |
As I strolled the streets more crowded and more down-market shops appeared (I passed no less than 3 charity shops!). Arriving at Camden town, I looked for the high-street sign (or some such) to tell me which way to go. All was clear and I ordered food, sampled it and then left with 4 small to-go containers..on my way out I chatted up a young Londoner whose middle name is the same as my first...and she told me where to go to get the REAL Caribbean food hookup. After the cigarette was out I thanked her and left...
My next stop on this bright Thursday was one of those three thrift stores I passed on the way there. I grabbed a $8 (just under 6 British pounds) dress and made my way out...it was lashing down rain. I hemmed and hawed and tried to buy a plastic bag to protect my food and belongings. But alas and a lack I did not have 10p. Out into the downpour I went.
Long story slightly longer, I was wet through, my coat was wet through, my leather gloves...wet through
My knit winter hat and gloves...wet through
My Jamaican meal...not that wet, and it was delicious.
The end!
