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An Educational Tourist in the West Indies
... Indeed, I have on occasion - half-joking, half-serious - described myself as an "educational tourist". I adore exotic (i.e. as different as possible from my native England), preferably tropical, locations. Since 1985 I have worked in Egypt (six years), Tanzania (four years), Argentina (two years) and Venezuela (two years). In none of these countries have I really integrated with the local population and learnt the language. In essence I have remained a tourist, ...
I will try and catch up with timings!
... delayed – obviously!)
We entered Kingston harbour in the warm, dark and humid heat. The multitude of twinkling lights spreading upwards from sea level gave an indication that it is hilly but it was only in the morning that it could be seen that Kingston nestles on the lower slopes of mountains that tower thousands of feet into the clouds behind. It was into those mountains that we had booked a trip – the Blue Mountain Bicycle Tour. Tours operate principally from ...
Yarman - as they say around here!
... our evening meal. This is not an ‘everyday event’ but we have had three get togethers in the first two weeks, so we plan to repeat this time scale in the following two weeks. Each one has been different. Mine was quite low key, but Stasja & Arthur then introduced Italian delicacies that they had bought before boarding in Genoa and Franz varied things by buying a very good bottle of Halifax wine as well as providing nibbles. I intend to bring things back down ...
Thinking outside the box
... Money really does go like water. I have attached some pictures for your viewing. The snake was the most popular of the animals. Almost all the children wanted to take a picture with the snake. Even the children that are scared of snakes were able to control their screams until after the picture was taken (myself included). Hunting for Crocodiles I took my Green Club and other students on the Black River Safari, a popular tourist ...
Part Three: "Single Women Over 18" Table
... pork, fried chicken, rice and peas. Much like in my family gatherings back home, groupings at the reunion were segregated by age and/or marital status. Tammy and I were at the "Single Women over Eighteen" Table, and the only females without suckling babies in tow. Regardless of the presence of newborns, the mouths of the women rattled with family gossip, unbridled wit, brash expletives, and lightning Patois. It was great. When dinner ...


