St Lucia

Feb 23rd
St. Lucia

Land, finally. After 5 days worth of crossing, we came to St Lucia and I was able to get off the ship. My only real concern for today was to find internet and catch up with everything that has been going on at home. Jukka, the bass player (from Finland), knew exactly where to go and John and I followed him to a mall café with free wifi, where I spent the next few hours draining my battery and attempting some phone calls.
When my battery eventually died, I packed up and decided to go on a walk around the city, get used to exploring new places again. I didn’t have anywhere specific that I wanted to go, so I just started walking. I wasn’t sure if it was just that I haven’t been somewhere new for a while, or if it just wasn’t the right place, but I was getting a slight vibe that made me think this wasn’t exactly the place to be exploring on my own. It just seemed to be impoverished to the extent where I felt that someone might want to mess with the white boy from the ship, so after ample uncomfortable-ness, I turned around and headed back to the ship.
I was talking to my drummer at the show that night, each of us talking about our days, and I let him know where I went and how I felt. That’s when he said, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I was there a couple months back and went walking with my friends up a hill, where a guy stopped us and told us that we should turn around because we’ll be stabbed if we go any further. Yeah, it’s not the safest place.” Thanks for the heads up… So I’m glad I turned around and didn’t ignore the feeling I was getting. It could have been a very bad day instead of a very unexciting one. But it’s good to get that reminder that I’m not in Crystal Lake any more…