Monday, April 02, 2007
Just Call me Fido
While on St Lucia, eight of us grabbed a cab with "Francis" as the driver, and wandered around the island all day. Francis was very good, though he tended to drive on the wrong side of the road. Fortunately for him, so did everyone else.
At one point, we slowly passed a couple of guys on the roadside. One was sporting dreadlocks, a Rasta hat, and was holding what was about a five-foot boa constrictor. He looked like some kind of Reggae witch doctor. Moments later, something scurried across the roadway in front of the cab. I asked Francis what it was, and he said it was a "Mongoose, mon." Everyone stretched to get a look, but he was too fast. Looking for the witch doctor and his snake, I suppose.
So, we drove on uneventfully for several minutes, when a dark shape appeared in the roadway ahead. Suddenly, Rocky shouted from behind me, "WHAT IS THAT? LOOK, LOOK! What is that THING??"
I looked, and replied "I'm not sure what they call it on St Lucia, but where I come from, they call it a dog."
Suffice it say Rocky had to take crap the rest of the day, every time we saw a stray dog, and St. Lucia has no shortage of stray dogs.
Oh my God! What the hell is THAT?? Run for your life, Rocky, RUN!
They're everywhere down there, lying around on the roadways, yet miraculously, none seem to get run over. It must be the "island time" driving style. No one seems in a hurry to get anywhere in particular. Any dog lying in the roadway around here would be a flapjack, pronto.
If I come back as a dog, I hope it's on St Lucia. Or perhaps as Michael McCloud's Schooner Wharf Bar Dog. What a great bar.....
We got 300 bars here in old Key West, but the Schooner Wharf Bar is the one I like the best...
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At one point, we slowly passed a couple of guys on the roadside. One was sporting dreadlocks, a Rasta hat, and was holding what was about a five-foot boa constrictor. He looked like some kind of Reggae witch doctor. Moments later, something scurried across the roadway in front of the cab. I asked Francis what it was, and he said it was a "Mongoose, mon." Everyone stretched to get a look, but he was too fast. Looking for the witch doctor and his snake, I suppose.
So, we drove on uneventfully for several minutes, when a dark shape appeared in the roadway ahead. Suddenly, Rocky shouted from behind me, "WHAT IS THAT? LOOK, LOOK! What is that THING??"
I looked, and replied "I'm not sure what they call it on St Lucia, but where I come from, they call it a dog."
Suffice it say Rocky had to take crap the rest of the day, every time we saw a stray dog, and St. Lucia has no shortage of stray dogs.
Oh my God! What the hell is THAT?? Run for your life, Rocky, RUN!
They're everywhere down there, lying around on the roadways, yet miraculously, none seem to get run over. It must be the "island time" driving style. No one seems in a hurry to get anywhere in particular. Any dog lying in the roadway around here would be a flapjack, pronto.
If I come back as a dog, I hope it's on St Lucia. Or perhaps as Michael McCloud's Schooner Wharf Bar Dog. What a great bar.....
We got 300 bars here in old Key West, but the Schooner Wharf Bar is the one I like the best...
