Mero beach dog. He doesn’t do small talk. But he likes a bit of chicken and reggae.
I was in a cathedral, I’m not sure which one, but I guess it could have been the Roseau Cathedral here in Dominica. It was functioning as an exam hall and I, along with many others, was sitting at a… Continue Reading
I took a walk around the neighbourhood today and headed up the mountain road to the north east. I saw a jaco parrot and a couple of agouti, and met a fellow who goes by the name of Roots. He… Continue Reading
I needed a few things for the morning so went to a late night shop in Goodwill. Inside it was heaving, despite the hour. I took my place in line and was grateful a wall-mounted TV was showing football from… Continue Reading
Early morning. Ran out of deodorant. Decide to pick some up on the way to the building site. Only two places likely to be open at this time; the 7-11 or the 24-hour pharmacy. Thinking they may have a better… Continue Reading
In a previous life I was a simple paysan called Victor. I lived in an old stone farmhouse in a rolling countryside where I ran a small vineyard and reared goats and ducks in a garden at the back. I… Continue Reading