Cruising to Barbados Via Cruz St. John

We cruised throught the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot ocean sailing boat. I belonged to the crew that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my method to Barbados.

Sailing Rebels Runner we found our way to Cruz, the capital of Saint John, and walked the streets of a forgoten town. It teemed with older hippies spending time in the vivid Caribbean bars where food and liquor was served in a friendly, most likely state of mind.

We ended up  at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody entertained us with a bright laugh and lively attitude. He appeared to be like Woody from the TV show Cheers as he tossed his bottles in the air grabbing them on the fly, pouring cocktails and mixes with impressive speed and elegance. A parrot rested on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She obtained it from a tattoo hippy with a crinkled face, smoking like a chimney.

"She was Tanned and wrinkled, we never ever understood her name, yet white as well as tanned and wrinkled, was looking for a video game. We saw her at bench at Woodys as well as offered her a beverage. She minor, well-tanned, and also enjoyable. She got to be rather rather as Woody put his dual rum.


It was late when we left Woodys; not many people there. Cruz itself was closing just late-night hangers-on as we walked the weary streets in the capital of Saint John. I put $50 in her hand as she sat alone at the bar. She was down on cash and luck that night, a sample of her life. But for the moment, she was happy that she had met someone who cared.

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