Cruising to Barbados Via Cruz St. John

We cruised among the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot sea sailing boat. I was part of the crew that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my method to Barbados.

Sailing Rebels Runner we discovered our way to Cruz, the capital of Saint John, and strolled throgh the village town. It had its share of hippies spending time in the vibrant Caribbean bars where food and booze was offered in a friendly, most likely mood.



"She was Tanned and wrinkled, we never ever recognized her name, yet white and also tanned and wrinkled, was searching for a video game. We saw her at the bar at Woodys as well as used her a drink. She mild, well-tanned, and fun. She got to be rather rather as Woody put his dual rum.

"We left her there that night, a sad and lonesome lady looking a lot older than her problmnned thirty hears. She wore the marks of problem on her face and also in her mind, however she was entitled to much better, for she was authentic and also kind."
It was late when we left Woodys; not many people there. 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.

Rogues Memeory Cruz