Road Closed.

One,



Two,



Three warnings...(Stephen and I were still pretty sure that they weren't really serious - that there had to be a passage through).



We were wrong.



These little boys playing cricket (in what had been the roadway) informed us that about a month or two ago a pipe had burst. Some Barbadian pipe. Driving adventures. One of my favorite details about Barbados was the bus stops. They were all named after women: Dawn, Sharon, Jessica, Shandra, Anita, Misha, Judy - a small, consistent sign hanging above the waiting bench. You could say to someone, "Meet me at Jessica and we'll go from there." Delightful.