This blog belongs to Owen who is 11 years old. He moved to Grenada in September 2014 with us, his family, while I volunteer with Cuso International. He is sharing his thoughts about moving to a foreign country, living in the Caribbean and how it is to come home after ten months away.




Sunday, 15 March 2015

Grenada Hash House Harriers


This weeks hash was at Fontenoy just outside of the city of St. George. We knew we had arrived when we saw a lot of people and cars lined up parked along the road. We had to park about half a kilometer away.

When we got to the start there were kids playing soccer on the beach. They were really good. The goals were three sticks tied together, but small no higher than my knee. They would be great a profession football because they use such little nets and they can score, imagine if they had real soccer nets!


The starting of the hash is crowded. Most of the people were standing on the road. There were at least 200 people doing the hash this week!












Most of the people with walking sticks get near the start. This older guy always beats us. There is lots of young people, younger than Aiden and I. Both Grenadian and "American" or "European".














This house was in the forest about a 1/4 of the way up and there were no other houses near it. It has an ocean blue colour of paint.











 
This is Grand Mal Bay. There is oil storage facility just in front of the tanker.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We were worried we were going to have to climb up this cliff but....
We ended up looking down and over to it!!






The mountains are narrow because you can see Grand Mal Bay on one side and Grand Anse beach and St. George on the other side.











Going down was hard, they ropes to help but some of them snapped! Strong men had to hold the end to keep them tight. My dad helped. It was really slippery, everyone but my dad fell. Aiden and I were sliding on our bums down. It was like tobogganing on dirt. We had lots of fun and we got dirty!
















On the way down we took a funny picture. These are vines hanging off a tree. They are dead. They felt tough, you could probably use it for rope.











On our way down on the hill we saw the cutest little baby goat!! We also a one week old baby, but the goat was cuter!





At the end of the hash there was a beautiful sunset.






























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