merry new year

browning bodies, white girls with hair braided

rum punch
goombay smash mash fruity tooty drink up kids, it's never last call here

we are in Georgetown, and the smells of tropical tropicana in a bottle is strong and prevalent. I have a bottle of Tresor as big as my head. Our cabin keeps leaking from the shower. It only goes to show that you cannot escape from the water when you are on a big boat in the middle of the Caribbean.

The sky - azure.
My skin - still pale.
My boredom - in evidence, but diminishing as the days fly by.

Wish you were here, for then maybe you'd have a day or two to relax.

In the night time, I sleep hard, and I sleep as one of the dead.

Salt water swimming pools, jacuzzi.

Our waiter is named Plamen, and he is a charmer from Bulgaria. Our steward is afraid of my mom's husband.

We have a balcony, and I like to hear the water rush rush rush rush rush

back soon.
internet charges are insane.

tonight we greet the new year, and I will be wearing glitter and a gown that makes me look like a little girl princess. Out in the middle of nowhere, hanging onto the hours until we reach Ocho Rios, Jamaica. And then more sea, and then home.

Merry new year.