On the way to the house from the airport we asked our driver where the best roti on the island could be found. I had heard it was at Struggling Man's Place- don't you love that name! No, this was supposed to be it. Can't say I agree, but the experience of talking with the solo proprietress of 35 years of this hole in the wall was well worth the mediocre rotis. And the bathroom was like none other I have been in there. It gave punk funk a new meaning. It did have toilet paper and was not actually all that dirty. Just old like its owner, but trying to keep pace.
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