The big short

Hair, there and everywhere

Hair, there and everywhere

My hair came back from Barbados with a serious case of identity crisis; it simply refused to believe it was no longer in Barbados.

I can’t blame it. My name was on the plane ticket and even I can’t believe I’m no longer there.

Since I hadn’t cut my hair in nearly six months, two weeks of sun, heat and swimming in the sea amounted to about two years of damage. So about a week ago, I decided it was time to live up to my promises to myself and cut it short. Continue reading

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The Barbados report (finally!)

The view when we looked right from our balcony

The view when we looked right from our balcony

Things have been a bit topsy-turvy since we’ve been back (more on that later), but now it’s finally time to dish out some Barbados recommendations.

As I mentioned previously, Barbados is a friendly, laid back place. We stayed in St James, on the West coast of the island, where things are significantly quieter than on the south coast (so I’m told; honestly, I didn’t go see for myself). I probably wouldn’t recommend the west coast if you’re travelling on your own, but if you are, the chatty and amiable taxi drivers on the island will be your best source for recommendations. They are kind of like the guardian angels of the island – they see everything and everyone. Continue reading

Of pigeons and other cheeky birds

There, I’ll say it: the birds on this island think they can get away with murder (for clarity, not in a Hitchcock kind of way).

I’ve been doing a lot of writing on our balcony at the hotel, and not a day goes by without a blackbird, a sandpiper, a pigeon or all three trying to get past me, hop (not fly) into the room, and steal (I kid you not) a packet of Sweet’N Low from the coffee tray, which they then sometimes drag out onto the balcony, and pick to pieces. I tell you, there aren’t many things scarier than coming out of the bathroom after a shower and finding a couple of blackbirds with bright yellow eyes feasting on the remains of a pink packet. Continue reading

That’s a good sign

One of the things I’m enjoying most about Barbados (together with the beautiful weather, the fantastic food and the friendly people), are the signs you see in the street for restaurants and businesses. One of the best so far (which I sadly couldn’t get a picture of) was in Speightstown: “Taxi driver & Architectural Design”. Continue reading

The Life and Times of Chunders The Cat

Cats seem to be a theme with writers: there is a long list of them who had them as pets and who wrote about them. My family always had them, and although I do like dogs, if given the choice, I’ll choose a cat every time. They seem to have a stronger personality than dogs. Continue reading

An open letter to Switzerland

Dear Switzerland,

It has come to my attention that sitting by the ocean is more conducive to my part-time occupation of being a writer. (Please note that there is no income associated with this part-time occupation, and hence you may not tax me, as I am sure you’d love to do.) Continue reading