A day on NEVIS Island. #NEVIS #ST KITTS #TRAVEL

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I did a forty-five minute ferry crossing from St. Kitts this morning. It was a calm day on the Caribbean with happy companions from many different countries. In the above photo, I was up in the mountains with the Atlantic behind me. I have completed three books that I hope will be out this next year. In each book, the main character runs to Nevis for peace and solitude. St. Kitts/Nevis are a sovereign country and therefor a safe haven for him. I had done all of my research on the internet, and took this opportunity to get my facts straight before the readers point it out to me.

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The volcano on Nevis, from the beach.

 

 

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Down the street from the Police Station, and the Fire Department, is a small park type area. In my book Louis often played chess with an old island man named Charles. Charles always won, and was undefeated by all challengers. While I was trying to locate this park, a security guard at the bank told me that there is a man that plays chess and checkers in the square, is rarely defeated, but his name is not, Charles.

 

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As I worked my way around the island, I spotted a small building by itself. Newcastle Pottery had many un-glazed pieces to offer and had to wipe her hands from the large piece she was creating, to take my money. When the piece is to her liking, she fires it behind the building, in coconut husks.

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Toward the end of my circumnavigation of Nevis, I had a delicious lunch at Sunshine Beach Bar. Bob Marley played on the speakers as the breeze blew in from the Caribbean. I was told to order a Killer Bee to drink, which I did. They reminded me of a scaled down Painkiller in the BVI. After a few of them, I walked a bit slower. If coming to Nevis, this is a place you must stop.

I have lived here before, in my books. As a writer, this is a new experience. As I walk through the streets I see all of the characters, experiences, storms, and tragedies, that were only in my head yesterday. Often I look at places, pointing to tell someone about my experience there. I had to laugh at myself realizing that it is only fiction.

Alex

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Good Morning! Basseterre, St. Kitts

 

Yesterday, I walked in Basseterre until my feet glowed under my flip-flop straps. There just happened to be a parade that was really cool. Young kids, the school band, and the big drums resounding off of the old buildings. It’s a little different here… everyone I have encountered is honest, and happy. It took some getting used to. I have been using both american money and the EC dollar. I run the calculations in my head as I receive change in EC. Often in the past on other islands I have been cheated on the exchange. Here, they point out my mistakes to keep me from shorting myself. The sidewalks are tight and people, very nicely dressed, step to the side and wait their turn to pass. You quickly find yourself returning the gesture.

I wanted to rent a car to explore, but now I am very happy I held back and called a taxi. It cost me $12.00 US into town, and after I watched my driver clear by inches on each side of his van, and NO parking available, I knew I had made the right decision. I haven’t seen any traffic lights here, and round-a-bouts are the norm.

This island is another example of (Now you see it-now you don’t). Right now, it is still in the, Island as I like them, mode. It is changing fast though. Condos, luxury homes, more luxurious shopping, and all of the electronic invasions of our privacy that we enjoy in the US. If you ever plan to come here, do it soon.

I have three new books that go to the editor in another week. The main character that has discovered how to extend his life in perfect health, escapes to his home on Nevis in all three books. I decided that I better verify my facts before the editor chops it to pieces. This is a new style for me and I hope you enjoy them. At this point, they are called Longue’ Duree I, II, and III.

#Banyan Books #Basseterre #Cruise #Travel #Vacation #St. Kitts #ADBanyan #DBAlexander

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PAGE 44          Jackson Curtis returns to their Teak Ranch in Mexico, to tragedy.

“Before you go home, walk over to the city building and see

Marlin, he’s an expat too, and he will fix you up with a contractor’s

license.”

We drove up to the job site to choose my lots. I had to put

$10,000 down as a deposit, and I chose three lots on the east side

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“Now we wait!” he said.

I was excited as the builder rush ran through my body again. I

jumped in the yellow VW bug and headed home to tell Jade the good news.

I was ten minutes from home as a speeding black van with dark

tinted windows almost ran me off the road.

“Fuck you!” As I extended my finger over the rag top and kept

it extended until they vanished from my mirror.

Smoke rolled across the road as I got home. Everyone was in the

trees, and Jesus was spraying water on the trees, trying to keep the

fire from spreading. I jumped from the VW and ran to Jesus.

“Where is Jade? WHERE IS JADE?” as I ran toward the house.

Sol screamed at me, “Jackson!” as the heat knocked me backward,

and I crawled from the flames.

“Jade! . . . Jade!”

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squirted water on my smoldering shirt.

“Jackson! Jade was in the house. I don’t know what happened. I

heard an explosion, and by the time I ran over here, it was completely

engulfed. I have never seen anything burn so fast.”

“Jade!” as I dropped to the ground in tears.

The fire burned for two days as we all worked to keep it from

spreading. I kept looking into the flames like I expected her to walk

out at any moment. I went out to the boat and went below. I could

still smell Jade’s smell on the sheets. I cried myself to sleep. The next

day, I poked through the ashes and debris. I found nothing. Even

the metal beams were melted and warped. I drank all day as I stared

at the . . . house.

“Jackson! . . . Jackson!” I heard Sol’s voice.

“Wake up!” as he pulled my face out of the sand.

“You have company.” And I looked at a man holding his hand

out toward me. He pulled me up off the ground.

“We need to put this to rest,” he said consolingly. “I am the

minister at Sol’s church. I am also a bulldozer operator. We need to

bury this memory so you can continue your life.”

He hugged me as the tears ran down my cheeks.                                                   amazon.com

I looked at the dozer that his son was getting off the trailer, and

I shook my head in agreement.

As I stood against a mahogany tree and watched, he dug a

hole about the size of a box truck. He pushed the entire remains

of my home into the hole, and his son poured diesel fuel over the

debris in the pit. He handed me a paper, lit it, and walked away.

I threw the flame into the pit and watched the flames devour the

remaining parts of my life. It burned overnight, and he came back

in the morning and pushed the sand over the ashes and regraded the

property. It looked like it was never there, as he loaded the dozer back

on the trailer and left. I lay down on the fresh sand, feeling Jade’s

presence with the earth.

 I have never felt so alone!

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