C'Sted

I finally remembered to bring my camera to Christainsted, the biggest city on the island. I mean, it's HUGE, maybe, six, seven square blocks! Check out that nice danish architecture. The water drains through canals in the side of the road, we call them "guts" here. Also the birds here are kind of funny looking. The pictures are pretty self explanatory. The boats float in the water; that stone cylinder thing is a sugar mill. Basically a wind mill that the danish used to grind sugar. The fan part of the windmill has broken off over the years, and that sugar mill has been turned into a bar. I went to Fort Christain, which is the other Fort on the island. It was nice. I saw a whipping post, if you're into that at all... I also pretend to shoot evil Portuguese pirates from the cannons. There was a dungeon. Finally, I got a new bumper sticker for the Shoravmobile. The sign that says King's Ally, well that hotel has been involved in a ridiculous litigation that has eaten seven hours of my life so far. I hate lawyers. I wish I didn't know any.

Here in my car, I feel vulnerable in my car. I can lock all the doors but the unemployed teenagers can break in.

Driving on STX is, in a word, stressful. Potholes, deer, goats, cows, sheep, HORSES (yes, fucking horses), mongooses, and iguanas are just a few of the wild animals who can fuck up your day. Aside from that, cliffs, potholes, the fact that your steering wheel is on the left side and you DRIVE on the left side. And by potholes, I mean giant freaking craters that can eat your damn car. Oh, did I mention the island is beautiful? Finally, for an island, people drive like jackasses.

To get to work, I go down the hill, through a long dirt road that is a river when it rains, up a mountain, down a mountain, through a rain forest, past a school, past a goat farm, and then I make a left to my office. When I get my car at night, I hear cows mooing on the other side of the fence.