Cruising to Barbados Via Cruz St. John
We sailed throught the Virgin Islands on the Rebel Jogger, a forty-foot ocean sailing yatch. I belonged to the team that sailed it from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Tortola. It got on my way to Barbados. We discovered our way to Cruz, the capital of Saint John, and walked throgh the village town. It had its share of hippies spending time in the colorful Caribbean bars where food and booze was served in a friendly, likely state of mind. We stopped at Woodys Bar and Sea Gill. Woody welcomed us with a bright smile and effervescent attitude. He seemed like Woody from the TV show Cheers as he tossed his bottles in the air grabbing them on the fly, pouring drinks and blends with astonishing velocity and elegance. A parrot rested on the shoulder of the girl beside me. She obtained it from a tattoo hippy with a cricket face, smoking like a chimney. "She was Tanned as well as wrinkled, we never ever recognized her name, yet white and also tanned as well as wrinkled, was trying to find a vid