To Blog or not to blog

I want to be a journalist. Not only a normal journalist; but a photojournalist. I want to write about travelling, or at leastbe in another country while I am writing. Nevertheless, I have one little tiny problem.I havent felt like taking pictures or writing blogs the last 2 weeks. My "creative" mind, or whatever you will call it, hasbeen totally blo(g)cked. I got some kind of virus. I have loads of thoughts, and I see the good "Kodak Moments" when I walkin the streets, I just cant write it down or press the trigger. That is not good for a journalist...not good at all.My solution is to write about it, plus write in the late nights, when everyone on the boat is asleep. The boat is ecatly 62foot long (18.64 meters), and we are eleven people on board. I share a "double bed" with Max, and I have to climb him, everytime that I want to go out - and there are two more people in that room. Nine "men" and two girls....and 18.64 meters.I always try to look for the last 64 centimeters, because I think that is the only place where I can find proper peace sometimes. Most of the time, i find the 64 in the middle of the night, or sometimes when we are in land and I walk alonearound the town. Actually I prefer to walk alone. Just to be alone. I am really looking forward to travel alone in SouthAmerica; to travel alone, so I can meet more strangers. Or new friends.
How much do you know about Barbados? I only knew that my dear American Co-year has been there a couple of times. I mustactualy admit my stupidity and say that I thought that Barbados was more than one little tiny island. Furthermore, it tookme some time to realize how many small INDEPENDENT island there are in the Caribbean's; but who cares about them?It took Columbus 22 days to sail across the Atlantic, it took a bit more than 12 full days for us...and we have never been sofast to take down the sail on both mast before. All the sailorwords (The sailor world is a place where they make up new words,for every single little thing. Not a kitchen, but a pantry etc.) was flowing around me, but I couldnt help just stand thereand look at the island. The town Bridgetown was freedom for me. Barbados is not really famous for anything else than Banksbeer and Mount Gay Rum. Ohh yes, it has been under english rule since 1625, hence they are quite good at playing cricket.I took a long walk alone the day after we arrived. I saw the fish market, where I experienced that you can slice a flyingfish into small pieces in 3 seconds, while singing Bob Marley. I also saw a three meter long tuna fish. Damn, they get biggerthan the once I am used to. (Bought in a supermarket in a can).Barbados also produce cigars; not really famous...but they are called "Barbados Cigar" (even though the tobacco is from Cuba,the first layer is from Camoroon and the robber is from Ecaudor). The only "barbadian" is the 6 women, who sits every day androll the cigars by hand. I really wish that I was a smoker when I smelled the fresh made cigars, and saw how they were produced. It is almost an art.One thing which really attracts me, apart from beautiful and cute girls, is bookstores. I dunno why, but I always get pulledtowards them. I simply Love books. I visited a bookstore there, but someone else had visited my pocket before me, becauseit was empty for money.(I could be connected with the fact, that I had taken out money since Cape Verde...hmm..)When I walked to the tourist office (I had to find a way to get to South America ASAP), I met some streetsellers. Thesestreetsellers were extremely chilled out, and I understand now how reggae could start only in the Caribbeans. When one of the rasta-guys screamt at me: "Dont be lik' a turist', man", I really felt bad. I dont want to be a typical tourist, nevertheless, I always end up saying this, and the line is only used by tourist. WHat really scares me is that the localsthinks that I am the second way of colonizations. Or even worse, that I belonged to the big cruziers that we saw in the harbour (for example Queen Mary II). I decided not to be like a tourist, and therefore I copied the locals. I went into a local bar, bought a Banks beer and some streetfood. I ate it and thought. I drank it and listen. I smelled the food.I was on Barbados now.I went to the big main square, from where I took a bus around the town. I saw the slum neighbourhoods, the cricket field where Barbados National Team has played against England, Pakistian, India, Austrialia etc... I saw Queen Park, where the local guys take the girls with them to make out. I ended my trip with a GT (Gin&Tonic), one out of many this day. I went out clubbing on the last night on Barbados. I was not as exotic as Cape Verde, due to the simple fact that most of thepeople in the club where from England or the USA. We went to the biggest party street, a bit like "Jomfru Ane Gaden" in DK,just with less people, and more live music. THe night out in town was okay, but nothing particular...I am getting too old forthis.....We took a taxi home with the most crazy taxi driver ever. We had a big argument with him about the use of prostetution.He totally supported it. THe woman gets money and you get a "come", and what is the difference? You take her out for a dinner,buy her champagne, buy her taxi home, buy wine etc; or you just pay her and fuch her?I couldnt see the reasonable part in it, why should I pay for something that I can get for free. And what about personal pride?and most importantly of all; what about the women? it is just sad to think about how accepted prostetution in the whole wideworld is....
Barbados was unknow to me....Then try to guess how I felt about our destination St. Lucia. We layed "anchor" in a nice bay,actually we just tied the boat to a palm tree. The place reminded me of the island in the James Bond movie Goldeneye, wherethe evil guy lives. It is extremely dense with vegetation, and has a volcano in the middle. We had two big mountains on ourright side, and a little cosy town on our left. The water was 27, clear and full of fish, and we jumped in from the boat2000 times that day. Life was showing itself from is best side. THe only little minus was that we were not alone.Of course there were still the local boat boys who tries to sell all kind of shit, but there were also 4 other boats. It isa bit annoying to think that you are the first one to discover paradise, and then you see 4 other boats. I am not the onlysailor in the world. So many people do what I am doing right now.... it is difficult to go off the beaten track in the Caribbeans.
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