thanks to all for reading . . . "like a gentle rain" . . . i like that, my trips are more and more mellow . . .
Went to sav to pick up my friend for our day at the beach . . . interesting, as I came to the stop sign, Iâ€m turning left, there is a man on a bike yelling at me that Iâ€m going the wrong way!!! I asked him how how knows where Iâ€m going? Iâ€m assuming that when the drivers see a “touristâ€, they assume we are heading to black river . . .
The beach scene is always a trip . . . itâ€s raw, the ppl are hurting, the sales are down, beggy, beggy . . . gets tiring real fast . . . the dread that hung out in front of momâ€s with yellow hair got real angry by my refusal of whatever he was selling, he was yelling all sort of “bumba†this and that because Iâ€m refusing his services . . . little annoyances like that . . . as i was driving to pick up my friend, i got into a traffick jam around the police station . . . one rasta man who was carrying a bundle of cane took the time to kick my car as i was waiting in traffick and pulled a piece of cane and whacked the car before i had a chance to move . . . the whole time he was doing this, he was yelling "bumba this and that, them white ppl taking our country" and whatever else he had to say . . . .
checked for ted at the market, heâ€s closed his booth down and worked out of his home . . . however, business in the lane between bar b barn and momâ€s is booming . . . when in the water and facing the properties, one can see the tourists coming, one transaction after another . . . more messed up each time they return . . . so, demand on the tourist part and supply on the local side is alive and well . . .