On Sunday Lou and I drove around the island which takes about 2 hours but SUNDAY is the day of the LORD here, there are so many churches that are full to bursting point of the local populations! “I can see you Lord” is chanted in high voice from up to 400 chapels-n-churches, the crowds of worshippers get really dressed up for the occasions as they get all togged up in their 1960s 70s and 80s clothing lovingly folded away for the next week! This is when they are happy praising their God for whatever but it is the preachers who shout their messages into booming mikes and of couse ‘I am the sinner man of all sinners’ because I think they spout a load of absolute Tosh!Then to cap it all you go into the Supermarket and the church services are belting out their messages of faith and good hope! WALOC!

At the South Peninsula of St Kitts is a stunningly beautiful part of the island where in 1999 we first met KING of the Chalawa family who offered me a smoke of the very locally grown weed to which I gratefully accepted (its good for my back pains)
The ships that arrive with all the American holiday makers are met by eager taxi drivers who bring the gullible tourists to Turtle Beach to be descended on by sellers offering cheap and worthless local crafts. Better still why not have a beach massage of Aloe Vera (not that Vera)where some 18 stone Masseuce slaps on this greasy slimey green muck all over the white bodies of the elderly man yankies hoping for eternal life and a cheap thrill taking all of 6 minutes and #20 US dollars later!

The Reggae Beach Bar & Restaurant is still in mourning at the loss of WILBUR a vastly and unpleasant fat hairy pig of giant proportions who would walk and crap the beach areas around the assembled beach beds and tables. Adored by the visiting tourists as they tuck into their lunch knowing that what you leave on your plate WILBUR will eat! Not any more, Hah! ‘Thank you dear Lord’ Alleluia!!