Sometimes we forget how nice, things are in our neck of the woods. For instance, while people in the Islands will complain about the work, the people and the slow pace of progress; there are some amazing things that one can take for granted i.e.
- A cool night breeze with the smell of the ocean
- Clear nights drinking good rum on the beach and having some local delicacy : Shark and Bake, Crabs, Fried Fish etc
- A harvest moon on the ocean horizon at night
- Living on the mountainside facing the Caribbean Sea, and from the back of the house, it is possible to get this view without being a multi-millionaire
Or how great the commute to work can be in the morning. None of this traffic jam bullshit or get smoke and exhaust in your face, but rather a nice island drive like this
As part of our working lives, we have to get to work in the mornings. Work is just a necessary fact of life, and as much as we complain about the whole thing, it does serve a very useful purpose in our lives. I think it is to give purpose and meaning as well as to give us something to complain and talk about in our daily lives. That being said, getting to work in the morning can be dreary as hell… unless your commute goes something like this….
- 7.30am : Wake up
- 8.00am: Leave house
- 8.05am: Drive down scenic beach path to harbour
- 8:20am: Take Ferry from one island to another island and walk to work.
Getting to work in Sausalito has to be one of the best commutes in the history of the world. If that is my number one commute that I have experienced so far, then the second best surely has to be the commute to work from Tortola to Virgin Gorda.
Why is it that all the ferries seem the same… except that the view from outside the edge changes…. so instead of the choppy waters outside of Alcatraz, we now move to the clear blue-green waters of the Caribbean Sea
Wouldn’t it be nice to see water this clear in your harbour…..
And then you head off the pier …
Then walk to work! Priceless!!!!
Then finally back home
Of course, no visit to the island would be without a visit for some rum shopping. I wonder how long the Pusser’s rum will last in my shelves.
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