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WHY called "..Green Island.." ___???___


i said my good-byes to Mr.Bigga
it started to rain/shower

i sheltered under the zinc-overhand at his shop
waiting/looking for a taxi (back to Lucea)

as i stuck my hand in the air
to hail a taxi,
over & over again, Bigga-SAY:::>> "..no mon... NOT that one ... he's going to the high school..."
or
"..NOT that one because blah blah raa raa..."

* sigh *

HOW does he KNOW where EVERY taxi is going (and for what reason, etc etc)
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while standing there,
i looked into the distance
toward the sea & horizon

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm <<<::: mi-SAY

WHAT is THAT...!!! ??? !!!!?? !?!?!?!?!?!? ?! ?!?!?

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OFF in the distance,
in the middle of the sea
was a big big black outline of '..something..'

after ALL these years, i'd NEVER notice that-thing before

was it a cruise ship..??. or something..??..

Bigga-SAY::::>> "...That's Green Island..... the place this place is named after..... it's '.green.' over there..."

mi-SAY ( to self ):::>>> "..Duh.."


Bigga-SAY:::>>> "..you can go there by boat, car or walk over...... IF the tide is right.."

when i asked the obvious questions, he replied:::>>> "...it's BEST to have some(?)-body how KNOWS how/the-area to take you over there.."

ummmmmmmmmmmmmm
i'm *interpretating* THAT to mean:::>>> "... DO NOT go over there idiot-foreigner/tourist on your-own, trying to explore explore explore.."

finally,
a taxi came
i hopped in
for my Ja $160 ride back to Lucea

'twas a GREAT Do-NOTHING Day

:-)

that's all folks, for today
check you Friday

sleep tight
stay warm