We all have our priorities.
The first port of call was St Maarten and as soon as you get off the boat you get on a water taxi that takes you over to the touristy part of the Island. As soon as you get off the boat all of these people on you with flyer's and come ons and calls for a taxi and who the hell knows what. They want to braid your hair or give you a massage or steer you to some shop or another. Now the wife and kids had talked to the shopping guide guy and sent them to this jewelry store that the ship has some crooked deal with. So they run right over there and I go wandering around until it is time to pay. You see there is some special stone that is only on these Caribbean islands called kryptonite or some shit like that. And the wife had to get some of that. It's not freaking cheap let me tell you. But she works really hard and should get whatever she wants.
Me I found a great place to hang with kind of ambiance. Two beers and a Cuban cigar for $2.99.
Now that's living.
2 comments:
I didn't know you wore thongs blogfather!
I am assuming Troop, they were good beers as well?
I myself prefer a good bourbon with a good cigar.
Or maybe a well aged single malt scotch.
Damn; now I'm thirsty again!
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