When you live in a group of islands, i guess you may as well take your car with you when you hop from one to another.
Although i like to picture young, muscular people climbing trees to
pick coconuts (and hurling them down upon unwary passersby), that's not
how it was done around the resort.
I'm glad to report that the Rasta ways are alive and well - at least
on St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands.
Speaking of St. Thomas, the difference between it and Tortola was
amazing. The first thing i noticed was that all of a sudden there
were signs everywhere telling you what you couldn't do. The second
thing you couldn't help but notice was the main town, which consisted
of 8,972 jewelry shops, 1,163 t-shirt shops, and 945 cab drivers, all
of whom beckoned for your dollars. Yes, we were back in
American-influenced land again.
Whether large mansions or small shacks, most houses on Tortola were
colorful. This one was soon to be subsumed by the local plant life.
There was a curious phenomenon where large houses would remain just
partially built, with decorative rebar sticking out where the next
floors would be. One taxi driver said that people do that because
they have to pay higher property taxes once the house is done.
Strange.
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