The majority of Grenada’s population is Catholic, so we were confronted by Easter Monday. We were told a number of places in town would be closed, so we spent another day hanging around the resort. C and I went kayaking again, even though the boats were crummy no-name sit-on-tops without any useful features. We played out in the water for a bit and C tried to surf (yes, you can surf in a kayak), but the waves weren’t good enough and all he managed to do was dump himself out of the boat several times. I just had fun positioning myself directly in front of the waves and letting them fall in my lap! :R: had expressed an interest in going kayaking too, so I went in and sat with A while he used my boat. C tried to teach him proper paddling form, but of course it didn’t stick and so :R: just tried to avoid the waves I’d been chasing. That night was the weekly “manager’s cocktail reception” at the pool bar, but C didn’t feel much like going. A, :R:, and I went and had the little drinks and eats they gave us, and I had another drink and got myself more than a little bit tipsy. I remembered most of it the next day, but what I remember is that A and C had to help me change clothes for dinner!