Visit to Placencia

Last week I had the pleasure of visiting my good friend Candy in Placencia. Every time I go, there are so many changes it makes my head spin. The best change is the road in! It's not finished yet, but boy is it nice to drive without shaking my car to pieces and scrambling my already fragile brain. It was hot & dry so I still had to endure a little dust and dirt but at least my car was still recognizable when I got home.
First thing we did was drive to Seine Beight for beer to wash out my clogged throat. Relaxation and chat is how we spent the rest of the day.

Day two was for BBQ survivor style! We got potatoes & wrapped them in foil. We got corn on the cob and wrapped it in foil. The chicken thawed in the fridge. We had no matches or fire starter. We didn't know any boy scouts in the area. We were roughn' it! We had to use primitive methods to start the fire. Newspaper, kindling gathered by hand (okay... it wasn't our hands), and a lighter. But we did it. We got the fire going and before long we could put a bigger log on.

Two hours later we were ready to throw in the potatoes.
Candy's question: "How long will they take?" - My answer "I dunno."
A little later we turned the potatoes and added the corn.
My question: "How long will the corn take?" - Candy's answer "I dunno."
We turned & waited & repeated several times.
question: "Is it time to put the chicken on?" - answer "Sure.. why not."
We put the chicken on the grill that had been rubbed with an onion to keep it from sticking. A little later we turned the chicken. It stuck! Next time we should use a bigger onion.

We continued to turn everything until we were too hungry to wait any more, took it all upstairs and proceeded to unwrap the potatoes. They were done. A little burnt all over, but some was still edible. The corn was next. See above sentences following the word potatoes. Next the chicken. A little bit of burn here and there, raw in the middle but perfect around the edges after taking the skin off. We ate... we enjoyed... we survived!!! We went to bed.

Next time we're going to kill our own food and rub sticks together to make the fire.
Well okay by me, as long as there's beer.