Posted On: February 21, 2009
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We combed and climbed much of Grenada, and fell in love with its people and pride. Nonetheless, after 28 days, it’s time to pack up and go. One last stop remains: The most pedigreed sleep,…
Posted On: February 18, 2009
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On the last island (Bequia), it was called the “Dollar Bus.” Here, it costs about the same, and is sometimes called the “Reggae Bus.” They are privately owned vans that run established routes, all across…
Posted On: January 26, 2009
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The alarm chirped at 5:55, long before sunrise, but this insomniac had already been stirring for hours. So we arose fast, snarfed food, and began this Sabbatical’s most ambitious day of travel. Taxi Calvin to…
Posted On: January 24, 2009
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Within moments of landing on this island, one is struck (almost literally) by the plethora of mini-vans bearing massive monikers in front, blasting deafening reggae, and driving like NASCAR wanna-bes. They’re called “the dollar bus.” …
Posted On: January 7, 2009
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Sometimes when you travel (if you’re lucky), you land somewhere that you don’t want to leave. And maybe you’re not even sure why you ended up there in the first place. So it was with…
Posted On: January 4, 2009
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“Island time” works well for, well, not working. Not living off deadlines. Not getting anywhere by any particular time or worrying about much. But “island time” fails miserably when trying to catch ferries and make…
Posted On: December 17, 2008
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Time to get UP! That alarm sure sounds rude at 4:30. Especially when you were packing past midnight. Particularly when the slumbers weren’t golden anyhow. And most of all when the guy who is supposed…
