Fun Bus, Bust The Fun

Another day of rain, our fourth in a row but by about 2pm at least the sun decided to get his hat on and put an end to our misery.

We hired the Reggae Village Fun Bus and took ourselves on a impromptu tour of the island, stumbling across some hidden gems that we wouldn't see if we were in a taxi, being driven hastily by a psychotic to our destination.

We have made a pact to rise early tomorrow to get down there to photograph it, if the rain holds out long enough.

In other (boring, girl) news, I'm on an island diet (I'm on an island and a diet - hence 'Island Diet') which actually means I eat three square meals everyday - but never snack in between - and my buddha belly is shrinking as we speak.

I don't want to jinx myself with Christmas coming up, but I feel good and I would like to stick to it. I've been eating salads for Christ's sake - something has definitely changed!

So expect a better Wondy over the next few months, or a sheepish one who has thrown in the towel and eaten all the pies...

Ps. I will try never ever to mention this again, unless asked - there is nothing worse than a girl who can talk only about diets.