Well at least our car did.

We rented a car to go to Georgetown and run a couple of errands. Ed put the back seat down so we could minimize Ziggy-hair. We struggled to secure it and couldn’t see how to do that so I looked in the glove box for the manual.

It was in Japanese. At least I think so. The car was a Mazda with the steering wheel on the right, must have just come off the boat.

Ed figured out the seat and started her up. Then a Japanese chick speaks to us, not as alluring as the Australian GPS girl, but sweet and melodic.

Not sure what she was saying but she said it every time we stopped and started the car.

“Good job! You are a great driver.”
Or “Nice going, you have a nice touch.”
Or maybe it was “Ooh you turned me on, thank you.”

More likely “Fasten your seat belts now.”

We drove miss Mazda to the Fish Fry and had our grouper burgers from one of the local kiosks by the sea.

And got gas from an old lady who ran the gas tank by her house in Farmers Hill.

The highlight of the day was visiting Catch a Fire ( named after the Bob Marley song), a great little bar/restaurant on the west side waterfront. Tony the British proprietor bought all the unusual furniture at a Thai distress sale and shipped it here, so the place has an Asian feel.

He plans to add cottages to his property, saying the Exumas are getting ready to explode with more tourism. There’s a direct flight now from Toronto. And the Chinese are looking at flights here.

Maybe the Japanese should too. At least they would know what the cars are saying.