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"How vain it is to sit down and write when you have not stood up to live!" -- Thoreau

125--The Caribbean: Enjoy the Ride
@ CherieSpotting     Mar 15 2003 - 17:28 PST
cherie writes: Enjoy the Ride

“Expectations are pre-planned resentments.” I’m fond of that saying because I seem to find the most happiness in the strangest places. The Caribbean is a wealth of surprises. Each day offers a new adventure. I’ve seen everything from machine guns to machine shops. Each day is a discovery of new cobblestone streets, colonial architecture, blustered windows, bronze monuments, massive sugar-plantations, ornate mansions, old-fashioned bell-towers, stream trains, and dilapidated slave-quarters.

I’ve sat in old cars and sat next to older men. I’ve cuddled sweet babies and sipped sweeter Mohitos. I’m used to seeing men in bars chatting with women. Here, the men doing the flirting are behind bars.

One morning, a few locals wanted to know if Greg, Kristi and I wanted to race through town. They saddled each of us up in the “cockpits” of their bicycle-contraptions. We weren’t sure what we were in for. They looked at each other and smiled menacing grins. On your marks…get set…go!!! The race was on. We screeched through the bumpy streets passing pigs, donkeys, horse-drawn carriages, other cyclists and the occasional classic car. Watch out! Kristi was ahead, then Greg…then I flew down a back alley and I was in the lead. Not for long because those two caught up to me (I guess I shouldn’t have eaten such a big dinner the night before!) I don’t remember who won the race (which means I didn’t win because I would remember that) but I do remember an afternoon of non-stop laughter.

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Kristi and her chauffer.

Kristi and her chauffer.

Enjoying the ride.

Enjoying the ride.

Each of us had our own chauffeur who raced us through the town.

Each of us had our own chauffeur who raced us through the town.

On your marks...get set...go!

On your marks...get set...go!

Kristi says this scale must be wrong!

Kristi says this scale must be wrong!

The local market.

The local market.

Two guys, one bike, and all the time in the world.

Two guys, one bike, and all the time in the world.

She gives her bread to her son, who she hopes will never know hunger.

She gives her bread to her son, who she hopes will never know hunger.

A diamond in the rough.  (The car, not Kristi!)

A diamond in the rough. (The car, not Kristi!)

If he sold everything on the table, he wouldn't even earn a buck.

If he sold everything on the table, he wouldn't even earn a buck.

Why drive a car that pollutes when you can drive a horse that makes manure?

Why drive a car that pollutes when you can drive a horse that makes manure?

She doesn't want to eat that yucky thing for dinner!

She doesn't want to eat that yucky thing for dinner!

The rusty rocket-ships of death.

The rusty rocket-ships of death.

Supercherie has a knack for finding Superbugs.

Supercherie has a knack for finding Superbugs.

Two boys share a scooter.

Two boys share a scooter.

He says the key to good health is always keeping a cigar in your pocket.

He says the key to good health is always keeping a cigar in your pocket.

The blue door.

The blue door.

The red-tiled-roofs of Trinidad.

The red-tiled-roofs of Trinidad.

Ring my bell!  Cherie and Greg sneak a kiss. *Photo by Kristi

Ring my bell! Cherie and Greg sneak a kiss. *Photo by Kristi

Classic cars on cobble-stone streets.

Classic cars on cobble-stone streets.

Kristi drives the boat while Cherie operates the machine gun.

Kristi drives the boat while Cherie operates the machine gun.

That's a big gun.

That's a big gun.

It seems curlers are the latest fashion.

It seems curlers are the latest fashion.

Having a chat in the square.

Having a chat in the square.

An extravagant celebration welcomes her into womanhood at the young age of fifteen.

An extravagant celebration welcomes her into womanhood at the young age of fifteen.

Greg taking a rest.

Greg taking a rest.

She can't keep them locked up forever.

She can't keep them locked up forever.

The open sea doesn't get any flatter than that!

The open sea doesn't get any flatter than that!

Time to harvest all that cotton in the sky!

Time to harvest all that cotton in the sky!

Someone made a wrong turn.

Someone made a wrong turn.

Lighthouse.

Lighthouse.

Fishing boats.

Fishing boats.

Looks like someone forgot their undewear.

Looks like someone forgot their undewear.

Their "job" is to hold that porch down.

Their "job" is to hold that porch down.

This guy has the only "mirrors" in the whole town.

This guy has the only "mirrors" in the whole town.

Billboards constantly remind people to remember Che'.

Billboards constantly remind people to remember Che'.

Fishermen at sunrise.

Fishermen at sunrise.

Castillo Morro as seen when sailing into Santiago.

Castillo Morro as seen when sailing into Santiago.

Proof that behind every rainstorm, the sun is just waiting to shine.

Proof that behind every rainstorm, the sun is just waiting to shine.