"What did you think?" she asked me.
"Great," I said. "But man, that’s a long route."
"That’s nothing," she said. "In Trinidad it goes on like three times that long."
I made a mental note to develop a training program if I ever wanted to do this in Trinidad. Then took a cab back to my hotel, solo.
The next morning when I went to the beach, I saw Luther putting out some chairs.
"So, you get laid last night?" he said, eagerly awaiting my story of a feather-covered three-way.
I just shook my head and grinned. Luther looked disappointed, but I wasn't. Batabano was one of those rare things in life that everyone builds up, and that lives up to expectations. And even though I was in bed by 9pm, it was still one of the best days I've ever had. And definitely a lesson in how hard the Cayman Islands can party.