Bridgetown, Barbados. Not at all what I expected. First
impressions: green and lush, but also poor if one wonders to the wrong side of
town. The first night out this is exactly what I had done and quite quickly the
landscape changed from high treetops and brightly painted buildings to dirt
roads and worn down cold brick structures. I most definitely did not feel
welcomed. One man, however, changed my entire perspective of the island when he
offered a couple of us a ride to the jungles and caves located in the heart of
the island. Snails as long as my forearm
and as wide as a fist blocked the slightly whacked out paths that we attempted
to follow. Monkeys constantly mocked our inability to move fast over the jungle
floor. Colossal rock cliffs hung over us as we tramped through and provided
great shelter from the frequent squalls which came our way. It ended up being
an adventure like no other. With only a few cuts and bruises along the way, we
finally made it out safe and sound. The friendly locals then drove us back into
town and we wondered the streets of Bridgetown, stopping for a quick bite to
eat (flying fish and creamy salsa). The days that followed took us to beaches
and ship wreck, cliffs and food shacks. I loved Barbados and especially the sweet dialect. However, Curacao sounds like it to will be a blast and I cannot wait to set sail once more - minus the brasso (brass cleaner).
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