Back on the booze

Was told there was a small earthquake here the other day at about 2am. Seems I slept like through it! Was about 4.6 on the Rictor scale apparently. I wake up here all the time from noises, I wonder how I managed to sleep through that.

No cruise ship today, so it was a bit slower at work. Had a ride first thing in the morning, two nice ladies from America. Been coming to the island for over 20 years so knew a helluva lot more about it than me! Enjoyed the ride, though, especially the water part.

R is handling the boss being away good so far, even though it's only been 2 days and quiet both days. Tomorrow will be interesting, as Santa Claus is coming and there will be screaming kids all over the place. Great! Can't wait.

J put my horse with another one on heat today, just so he could watch him fuck her. Now my horse is not a stallion anymore but still thinks he is, so this kinda thing still happens. No harm, no foul, but it's kinda sick that he wants to watch it - gross!! Sidenote: until today, I had never seen a 2-foot cock. OWWWWWW!!!

Came across a lone chicken today, sitting all day under the mounting blocks. On closer inspection, I saw she had all her back feathers pulled out and some pretty major, horrific scratch marks down her back. When she tried to move away from me, a great struggle, I saw a bone poke out through one of the holes on her back. Poor thing! Eventually I found someone who agreed she should be put out of misery and then it was lights out for her (by the other person of course, I'm chicken - oooh, wrong word there). We don't know if it was a turkey, mongoose, dog... but man, I felt for the poor creature!

Had another ride in the afternoon, three hot young girls probably about my age on a 2-hour ride. I let them go a little faster than allowed, just for the kicks, they seemed to like it and then I gave them a roundabout way to get back through the bush, and some more time in the water. And afterwards let them feed carrots to the horses. So they enjoyed themselves. They invited me out to Buccaneers for their last night drinks.

Had some major drama with our private road which people have started to use as a public thoroughfare because the paper printed that it was soon to be opened as such. So we have all these randoms coming through, tearing down the road, unconscious of the fact we have horserides going on all day... they were cursing black n blue to R and the others who got involved. I could hear them from the stables! I stayed well away...

I just can't believe some people on this island. They try to physically push the boulders that hold the chain, or even try to push through the chain with their trucks. It's private property, guys, have some respect!! If I saw a chain over a road like that, I wouldn't try to open it. It's clearly there for a reason.

Then J had 3 drunk American women for his sunset ride, which they thought I was taking out and were thoroughly disappointed when they heard I wasn't. However, I soon got them talking to J and they were happy as Larry to be going out with him. I had a feeling they'd try to get naked or something, and when I asked him the next day he said they did. Too funny. They also said they'd give him a tip and went to the car, and just drove off! Fucking bitches!

So I went out to Buccaneers and couldn't find the girl, so started talking with a pretty young girl that was left alone when the lady she was with ran off to talk with a friend. Turned out she had just arrived on the island to meet a family she had applied to nanny for, so she wasn't sure if she was staying or not. Then the girls came and we had a little crew happening.

Watched some hermit crab racing which was hilarious. The animated MC got the crowd riled up for some action-packed adventure, and at the climax of his little spiel, revealed the racing crabs who were almost all immobile, except for the couple crawling lazily about and another two climbing over each other. Eventually they made it to the edge of the ring, but it was a lot of effort for them seemingly!

Stood next to a group of older guys who had hired a boat to sail around St Maarten and its nearby islands, and swapped details with one of them as he mentioned there was space for me to do a random trip to St Barts on Sunday and Monday, the exact days I have off. Now I take that as a sign that I should be going! And you really do need to go to the island of the celebrities in a private yacht.

Ended up getting quite drunk and shaking my ass on the dancefloor (we were the only ones dancing) with the one Latin American girl among them all. Was good to finally get my groove on again!! Then it was home time. They offered to have me stay at their apartment but I knew it would be hard enuf getting up in the morning without having to walk back. And then feeding the dogs...

They insisted on ordering me a cab even though I couldn't afford it, and said they'd pay for it. So we waited. And waited. It took forever so I went to walk off, but was stopped because apparently if the person leaves, the cab then charges the place that booked it the fare. But then it was too long, and I called it quits. As I walked off, of course, the cab came and I found out it was $15. By this stage I'd said goodbye to the girls so I would've had to pay that - and the ride is about 2 mins!! See ya later! Then he followed me and told me to get in, he'd give me the ride for free. Sweet.

Drunken pasta and some playing with the cat, then bed. Unsurprisingly, I slept pretty soundly. Not sure if there was another earthquake, I wouldn't have woken. In the morning, found a cat sleeping on my bag - where did she?? oh that's right - crap strewn everywhere. Ahh, another successful night on the lash.

At the beach with no swimmers

Hooray for Sundays off! The place is so dead here, it's like time goes backwards when you're working. Guide I was working (our schedules clash often cos when I'm off, he's covering me) so he couldn't take me to the little island on the French side, a bummer but I've organised to do something with L on my second day off tomorrow so hopefully I'll see some cool sights on the island.

Started my day with a trip to Seaside for a scheduled Skype date with A, hoping the usual ill-timed internet connection problems didn't stand in my way. Not this time, happily, although at his end I think something was up - I waited almost an hour and never saw him pop up online. A shame as I was really looking forward to hearing his voice, having found the extra photos I brought with me of him, but hopefully tomorrow we will connect. I await an angry, frustrated message from him next time I check my inbox haha.

Instead I took myself to Mullet Bay (I swear I only go there for the name), after some housework. Waiting for the bus outside a church and it being a Sunday, I was privy to one of the gospels as preached by a local. Only really half-listening and catching every few words, I did hear something about the Lord looking down on vanity... at that very moment a souped-up old VW roared around the corner with a crass mural emblazoned across the bonnet and "The Son of God" banner across the windshield. I muffled a giggle.

My bus driver was on the mission from hell to get us to Mullet Bay in 2 mins, racing down the road and skidding to a stop as he almost went past someone wanting to board. I had been wondering how he'd see his passengers on the side of the road... asshole resisted giving me directions to the beach as he threw me off at the end of the route, mumbling something about "that way". I ended up having to ask a young couple, the lady recognising me as a horse guide and asking how I was. It was a semi-awkward moment as I clearly was a little confused as to who she was...

Walking to the beach, I came to the realisation that I'd forgotten to change my underwear to swimmer bottoms and I couldn't go into the water - my underwear that day being white French knickers. Now before you go thinking I was being all sexy trying to attract the guys, I wear the lacy underwear in the day because the non-holey stuf I need to keep my ass from being bitten by mozzies in the hot night. Now who's sexy???

So Mullet Bay was just a sunbaking excursion for me. Ho hum. The water looked sooooo nice. I fell asleep a little, read my book and bought a wide-brimmed hat from a beach seller (probably a little too late) to protect my precious white skin. Struck up a conversation with some older, leather-skinned American tourists - which is really the majority of customers at the beach in St Maarten - who said they were interested in coming horseriding sometime soon. Always drumming up business!

Went home early enuf to get in a swim at Seaside once I'd gotten my swimmer bottoms, but when I got there it clouded over and I felt I'd be cold in the water so I didn't go in. A got a lift down the road by a local who asked if he should wait and we could go smoke together somewhere - I pointed out clearly I had a boyfriend and stopped short of saying "and besides that, if I WAS single, I would in NO way be interested in you - you're twice my age!" No friggin way.

Arranged to go to La Bamba for a couple of drinks tonight with the work guys, so took in my washing (dry after just a few hours) and waited. And waited. Tried to fix my iPhone with some program from the net, to no avail... so I waited. Finally they arrived, only one was keen to go as the others had way more important dates... So we went.

I and I went to Buccaneers for some dinner (me a salad, very sensible) and then to watch a band that my friend knew. Turned out to be a cover band, of every average variety available... I was thoroughly unentertained, while I was happy he'd seen his friends play and (not to my knowledge) was about to get up and do a song on drums when I said it was time to go. On the walk back we ran into his sister's bf so he got a lift home, mentioning playing with the band and making me feel bad I'd made him leave so early! As soon as I'd shared his joint, I was tired, what can I say?!

Was nice to finally chill with I though, he is a nice guy, like my little brother although he does throw in the odd comment about how nice I look and how lucky my boyfriend is (well, lucky that he has me, unlucky that I'm on the other side of the world)... No chance there but it is nice to be admired respectfully on occasion. It's all I got right now, after all!