Of course when your on a sports tour with your school the first thing you want to do is visit the local museum and drag your whole team along with you.
The museum was held within the old military prison in old Bridgetown. This building was abiously colonial and defiantly military – shown by the two cannons positioned by the gates.
Not being allowed to take photos I will give you a brief summary of the museum’s contents.
Room one- we walked through the gift shop into long room with poorly attempted air conditioning. The exhibit showed and described the original tribes of the island. These Stone Age people migrated from nothamerica and artifacts found show this. They also shared the practice of taking narcotics during rituals, the only bit my friends found interesting.
Room two – after the extinction of these intoxicated people the island is not inhabitanted until (essentially) cotton and sugar industries take hold. The experbition at this point became fairly similar to Portsmouth museum. Each case contained relics from the 18th century. Relatively well kept there were display cases of shell ornaments, stuffed animals and horrific memoirs of the largest trade on the island.
Room three – mostly a homage to cases sporting memorabilia from the glory days of the West Indian cricket team. At this point the poor air conditioning got the best of me and I headed for the breezyist bit of shad I could find, only to find that the rest of the team had already done the same.
I took shelter in a small, dark, cool room. As my eyes adjusted I could see the braces for a pair of shackles a knee hight, a small glass window for a lantern to sit behind, and the old supports for a bed. This was the prison cell that any unfortunate millitary personnel would find themselves before there fateful punishment. I instantly decided maybe the heat of the museum wasn’t too bad after all, at least I had been able to walk around.
I steeped out of the cell and walked around the court yard of a bit. Wondering up to the concrete platform in the middle I realised where I was standing immediately. My freind, a vegan, also decided to join me. Telling her this was the spot were excicutions took place turned her face pale (hard to do when your hot and sweaty). As she quickly left I felt inclined to leave with her, the spot had a morbid feel and I felt a bit haunted in that moment.
In conclusion if you happen to find your self forced to visit sunny, beautiful Barbados stop by the museum. It’s a great place despite the poor air con!