The adventures never stop on this island.
Immediately after docking here on Thursday James and I found a place to crash in the backyard of a cab driver. He said we can stay for free but his mean, "horrible" sister might have something to say.
James and I met the other roommates, pitched the tent and left.
We went back to the port and picked up Leo Blais and Matt Bausmer. The guys and I walk to the liquor store and pick up some 40s. We hit the beach to enjoy the malt. After that we met up with Matt's friend, Erin, and went to two pub's. Not all that enjoyable.
Hours later we returned with Leo and Matt (some of you know these people, others don't; it's all good though). The horrible sister was there, drunk and wanted $100 to sleep in her backyard. Not happening. We picked up the whole pitched tent and ended up in the back lot of a small apartment. Two to Three hours of sleep.
5:30am the day begins. We woke up to the sounds of cars and trucks driving by. Of all the little yards to sleep in, we picked on on a "major" intersection. After taking down the tent we went to a bakery. To express exacly how early it was, the bakery wasn't even OPEN yet. The next few hours consisted of laying on the beach, girl watching, eating at Matt's friend's place. It turns out the hostess at this restaurant I knew. Her name is Michelle, she was a waitress at the Trailside lodge, a place I go skiing to every winter. She and I went out when I was there in Feb. More about here later.
The guys left Friday evening as a result of the lousy nights sleep. I wasn't about to leave after taking days off of work. I went to see movies.
Afterwards I went back to the Foggy Island Cafe ,I met this girl, Shannon, in the restaurant and somehow ended up paying for her $15 dinner and my $5.00 dinner. She said I could crash at her place. That was cool. 5 seconds after I get there, the "house mother" female dog kicks me out. That was a waste of $15 and I'm homeless again.
Everywhere I went I hinted that I was homeless.
I met a couple of local kids on a bench on the main cobble stone street in town. One of them, Andrew, says I can go crash in a clubhouse he had built in his massive backyard several miles out of town. If I wanted to I could take a bus out there and hike to his place. I said maybe.
Michelle and I went to a midnight movie and I met this documentary cinematographer that I had just read an article about. He said I could sleep in his van. I couldn't stay with Michelle because the house was full of waitresses and the manager lived there too. Housemothers stink!
So the movies are messed up. One is all gay action figures, still photography. This one insecure Ken doll is picked up by a big, strong, African American GI Joe. They go back and start getting it on and the GI Joe scream since Ken doesn't have anything "down there". The next one is French, with subtitles. I kept falling asleep.
So after the movie I walk 2 miles to where Geno Geng's, the cinematographer, car should be and see two possibilities. One is open, but not a dodge (which Geno said was his car) the other is a dodge and is locked. I get in the open one and it starts driziling. Paranoia kicks in, "Am I trespassing?" "Who's car is this?" "How ghetto do I look?" Screw this I'll go sleep on the beach, rain is rain, I'll avoid the ticks with a pillow case on my head.
As more rain begins to fall damping the soil as much as my spirit, I start walking through town carrying my backpack and sleeping bag. A car pulls up. "Are you okay asks a Dominican looking man." I answer that I can't find the place that I'm supposed to be staying at. "You can stay with me."
"What the hell" I think. I'm 6'2" I can take care of myself . I get in his jeep and we start driving. The back seat is full of hammers, nails, and saws (just great.) I think a couch in some little shack will be fine. We turn here, there, really going towards the beach. Pull into a beautiful driveway and there's a MANSION there. "That's the guesthouse, you can stay here a couple of nights if you want." MOUTH falls open. No couch, but big beautiful bed, Evian bottled water, nice shower, and 27" tv and push button gas fireplace.
Awesome. He's the caretaker for this house. It's owned by the owner of a major "franchise" ! I promised I would keep this secret. He said be back by 7pm for dinner. Steak and shrimp on the owners with some of his girlfriends.
Nice people do exist.
So I wake up in the morning and take a nice shower, even the water feels good. I get an english muffin and OJ downstairs and hit the road. Beach day. I turn right and there are mansion's everywhere. The house was right on Brant Point. I walked past the U.S. Coast Guard office and found a nice little beach. The ferry sailed past and made some waves. I sat down with a book acknowledging my mother and read for a while. There was a cute couple and mother laying with some little dogs in the water and I watched them for a while. Soon the kids left and I went into the water and talked to both parents. The father had just arrived. They suggested a good beach to hit as a young man. They said go to CISCO beach, it's a nude one, you'll have fun.
Nude, hmmmm….
I get on the bus and get off 5 miles later. The driver says walk down that road for about 2 miles. Off I go, thumb out. About a mile and a half down the road a blue pick up truck pulls up with a mother and family in the front seat. She motions to the back and I jump in. It's full of surf boards. Straight to the beach we go. A little blond haired boy keeps turning around and smiling at me. We get there and I thank them.
I walk on the beach and everyone's in bathing suits. Oh Well. I see a couple of guys playing football and wrestling. Then they started making out. Two threw on Amherst College shirts and I laughed to myself.
So I start walking down the street and this guy lost his car key. I help him look but don't find it so I start walking. Five minutes later he drives by me and offers a ride. He drops me at a bus stop and tells me to walk 15 minutes that way to get to the beach I want to see.
15 minutes turns into an hour and 15 minutes. I walk through a golf course, the road becomes dirt and then a path. I reach the water eventually and turn left. It's 4pm and everyone's leaving. Only men are there, I later learn gay men. So what the heck. I'm on vacation. I find myself a little space by myself, strip and go swimming. Then for a little walk. Hey women. Cool. Turn around and go back. 4:30 I dress and leave. Some girls give me a lift to the bus stop.
I get back to the mansion and take a nice shower. I put on my tuxedo so I can crash the Johnson and Johnson film party that James informed me about, but my host invites me out with him and some friends. I change again.
We head out. Eat steak and salad. Drink three bottles of wine and leave for ice cream. We were suddenly hungry. Had to get some "munchy" food. 11:30pm ice cream sundaes and pass out.
Sunday. The Jew goes to church. Supporting actors in the bible is the theme. Interesting. Head back. The whole weekend cost $238. Get pulled over. Make that. $313. Oh well. I'll appeal of course.