I’m stressing out on a small island where everyone else I see is on vacation. I say things like “this internet is horrific and uncivilized” in the direction of strangers. Random tourists wearing 1930’s vintage safari suits say things to me such as “I don’t use the internet while I’m on vacation” while lifting their runny noses. They look down on me as though I’m some kind of crazy internet fiend stinking up the scene like a sweaty diabetic in search of insulin after a chocolate bar binge.
This brings me to the point of this post and it’s to show you a BBQ lunch I walked in on the other day. Part of my stress has to do with the week off I took as I forgot about something, and pushed an envelop I should have known was already near full. Suffice to say, said envelop is overflowing in a windstorm and it’s valuables are being blown down a dirty street to the delight of degenerates.
I digress.
That photo up top is what myself and a few local friends eat for lunch the other day. It’s so weird that I can be living on a Caribbean island spending near nothing a month on rent and eating like a king. There is a reason why kings were often fat, they sat around all day and eat out of this world meals. On that note, I’m getting fat and better watch it or I’ll be “just another single loser in his 30’s who let himself go” when I land in London in early April.
I’m waiting for the ferry home, today has been equally productive as infuriating and frustrating. On the topic of diabetes and getting fat, I’ve been here a week now and I’ve eaten lobster everyday while guzzling insane quantities of that insidious poison called cola. The other day, I eat lobster for all three meals and in three different styles. For breakfast it was a lobster burrito or taco, whatever.
The more I travel, the more I realize there are no perfect places. Anyone who ever touts they know the “best” or “top” anything is not to be trusted. Treat them like a pervert wearing a trench coat in the park or some snake who touches up his mustache with wax from his ears. The latter are ONLY to be trusted when it comes to trading cards and rare coins, nothing else.
The fish on the grill was yellowtail jack and one of the better fighting fish you’ll find anywhere. They also taste quite nice but a bit tough as they are stressed out fools who fight until they are dead. Capitulation is not in their vocabulary and as a result their meat isn’t as tender as some lazy fish that just lets you reel them in before sending a spike through their skull.
Some Norwegian girl I know caught a monster yesterday and on that note, it’s back to the grind for another hour before letting loose and meeting a reader for a few drinks at the “Sunset Shack” this afternoon. It’s a small shack that is painted like the Jamaican flag and you can basically do whatever you want there.
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Dubz, your toiling over the internet is a blessed pursuit, as you’re using it to share the adventure with us ham & eggers that are strapped into the heart attack machine…
Had to Google the difference between Maine & Caribbean lobster. The latter sounds healthier, but quite kingly, indeud.
Good luck getting your envelope reigned in!
Indeed, one must remember that next time I’m ready to throw my laptop from the patios on the sandy shore into the salty water.
It’s different but they are both all good and at $4.50US for a pound of tails; hard to go wrong.
How many airline miles do you have? Do you book all with one majority airline or do you spread it out?
I had a solid sum before I left but I’d rarely use them. When I did, it was for one off expensive weird routes like Sofia, Bulgaria to Ottawa, Canada or something.
These days, I don’t collect anything and use my remaining ones to fly family members to see other ones.
That said, many of my flights are taken care of by the destinations or companies that I’m collaborating with.
Good Q —