My old-school travel blog: February 2010

Tortola: Images 01

Ahhh...the tranquil Trellis Bay on Beef Island, near the sleepy airport.

The view of the harbour from my uncle's house. Notice the large cattle ship.

The same view late at night. There was good moonlight, and by keeping the shutter open for 15 seconds, I was able to get an excellent night photo with no graininess. I actually took this photo in 2007, prior to the incident in New Zealand, which reduced my camera to a mere point & click & hope.

The view from my cousin's apartment.

The beach at Cane Garden Bay. I've never seen it this packed before. They come from the ship, directly to the beach, and go right back to the ship. They are of no benefit to the local economy.

St. Croix: Images 08

It didn't take long...

...to degenerate into a shameful display...

...of flesh.

But really, since when is it the standard to wear a bikini and feathers on your head and call it a costume?

...and the conduct...they need to clean up this mess. It is embarrassing.

St. Croix: Images 07

One of the largest cultural events of the year, the festival parade, held on January 2nd, began innocently enough. This is Ms. St. Croix.

Interesting skirt. The girl in front was a bit energetic.

Some beautiful shots here and there.

Colorful costumes.

Hmm...the costumes are shrinking.

St. Croix: Images 06

Fruits in the yard today.

How long does it take for pineapples to grow to full size and ripen?

That fig is almost ripe, but I doubt I will get to taste it. The birds always get them first.

I thought it was an oversized weed and almost chopped it down when I saw two ripe tomatoes.

I've never eaten a papaya, (I know, you don't have to say it.) but I guess I'll try one when these are ready.

Big sour limes. I still don't know what to do with them.

Speaking Arabic

I am still here on St. Croix. My travels have been suspended for the time being. I have been studying Spanish and plan to spend some time in Puerto Rico, maybe during the summer. I've also been studying Arabic, as I plan to spend time in North Africa and the Middle East once I get moving again.

This morning, I had an Arabic conversation at the gas station. Remember, all or most the gas stations on the island are owned by Arabs. The conversation went like this.

Me:صباح الخير (Good morning)

The attendant:صباح النور. كيف حالكم يا صديقي؟ (Good morning. How are you my friend?)

pause

Me: Crap!

The attendant: I asked how you're doing?

Me: I know! I know! I just don't remember what to say! الحمد لله (Praise God)

The attendant: Yes! الحمد لله، شكرا (Praise God, thank you)

I gave him my money.

Me: عشرين على اثنين (twenty on two)

The attendant: شكرا. مع السلامة (Thanks. Goodbye)

Me: مع السلامة (Goodbye)

I will try again the next time I go to buy gas. Hopefully by the time I get to North Africa, the conversation can progress to ما اسمك؟ (What's your name?) أنا اسمي جميل (My name is Jamile.)