Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Move In Day












These are pictures of move in day. My place is pretty much done but not polished enough to share with the world. Anyway it has my view and stuff.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Funday














Today I watched football, and then I went to see a buddy of mine's band play at an awesome bar right on the beach. My camera can't really capture how beautiful this place is. The entire island looks like a painting, except for the oil refinery, that thing is nasty.

Day in F'sted





















This is downtown Fredricksted. There is a big pier where cruise ships come in, roosters, etc. The blue building is the Fredricksted Hotel, which is a landmark and flies the flag of every country that has owned St. Croix. There is also a very impeccable WWII memorial. To contrast the "tourist" part of F'sted with the part where people live, please observe the sideways picture of that street. they tell the tourists to stay out of that part of town. Fortunately, I am a local.

I went to Polly's, which is a very nice coffee shop, and read.

I visited Fort Fredrick, which is named after a Swedish fellow, who happened to be King, I guess. It has old cannons and looks pretty cool. I also took lots of pictures of the ocean.

Also, the birds here are different. They look nothing like the birds at home. It was relatively overcast today, just an FYI.

Island Ruins










Today, I decided to walk to Fredricksted, which is about 10 minutes by foot, and read the economist and watch the sunset, because I'm effeminate like that. These are pictures of buildings that have been "reclaimed" by the island that I saw during my walk. I've always found ruins to be fascinating. Imagine that a family, or even several families lived in these houses for decades and now...the walls are all that separates the home from the bush. People probably thought I was weird as hell walking around and taking these pictures but, oh well. I'm glad that I took them.
Also, I took a picture of some cocks, for Bobby. They live across the street from my house and the fuckers greet me every morning. I also saw a car that was "reclaimed" as well.