Cruising to Barbados Via Cruz St. John
We sailed amongst the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot ocean sailing sailboat. I was part of the gag that cruised it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my way to Barbados.
We found our way to Cruz, the capital of Saint John, and walked throgh a forgoten town. It teemed with hippies spending time in the colorful Caribbean bars where food and liquor was served in a friendly, most likely mood.
We ended up at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody welcomed us with a brave smile and effervescent 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 drinks and mixes with astonishing speed and elegance. A parrot rested on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She borrowed it from a tattoo hippy with a cricket face, smoking like a chimney.
"She was Tanned and also wrinkled, we never ever recognized her name, yet white and also tanned and wrinkled, was looking for a game. We saw her at bench at Woodys and supplied her a drink. She small, well-tanned, and also fun. She got to be fairly rather as Woody poured his dual rum.
It was late when we left Woodys; not many people left. 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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