Saturday, January 17, 2015

St. Croix, US Virgin Islands -- June 2014 (Part 3B: University of Virgin Islands & Caribbean BBQ)

DAY THREE:  Monday, 2 June 2014



I drank some water and nibbled some trail mix, and then headed towards the University of Virgin Islands (UVI).  I drove around the campus a bit, and still couldn’t find the “visitor parking,” but I did locate the bookstore.  I parked nearby and strolled over to Public Safety, who told me there was no set “visitor parking” at this point, so any place was fine.  Coming out, I saw a bird was sitting behind the wheel of one of the golf carts which were used to patrol the campus.  I found it amusing.  The bird stayed still long enough for to get a shot of him.



I went into the bookstore, and saw that it was really no different than any other college bookstore I’d ever been in.  I really wasn’t expecting anything different, but it was nice to see there wasn’t a slew of Greek stuff allover.  I found one shirt which I liked, but decided to pass on the café that was there.  Sure I was going to the Caribbean BBQ tonight, so I didn’t need to buy any food, thus I was planning on eating at the room.  Besides, if I did want something else, I’d stop at Blues Backyard BBQ, or try someplace new, on the drive back.  I’d eaten at Blue’s the last time after my Cruzan, and I’d noted the business was still in operation.



Driving back up Route 75, I came up to the GM dealership which was there.  It was an open business on my last visit, and I’d considered doing an informal “drop-in” tour.  Now it was closed, and appeared to be overgrown.  I stopped to take a couple pictures for the amusement factor.  Another victim of GM’s downsizing.  I had to chuckle at the thriving (at least, appeared to be thriving) Ford and Toyota dealerships right next door.  As I headed back towards the Palms, I noticed that Blues was closed today, so I wouldn’t have been able to eat there anyway.




Instead of sitting on the beach (which would improve my tan, and get myself all sweaty), I decided I’d loiter in the bar area to work on this journal.  That way I didn’t need to get cleaned up before meeting Angie here tonight.  I was able to get a hold of Greg at VLBA, and we arranged a meeting time for tomorrow.  Angie then contacted me to take a rain-check as she’d gotten called in for work tonight.



I still hung out at the bar working on the journal, and chatted with Matt a bit.  As all the fashion people had vacated, the place was pretty empty now.  Matt’s Ipod was playing a selection of classic rock in the bar, which was nice and soothing to me.  Another patron had ordered some food, but got the wrong type of fries.  Matt just brought them over to me.  Thank you, man.  I nibbled on about half the plate, which would hold me over until dinner.  I had a lot of great conversation with Matt, and he even tried doing the Cocktail thing where he was flipping a bottle around.  He did pretty good, but decided to stop after one nearly slipped.




A lady had come to sit at the bar, and we struck up a conversation.  Her name was Michelle, and since we were both solo, she decided to join me for the Caribbean BBQ.  I passed on the ribs because I wasn’t sure what animal these were from, but had chicken breast and mahi mahi, with some potato salad, rice, corn, and a roll.  There were other side selections, but my plate was full.  Since this was a buffet, I could come back for more later.  There was a two-man band playing some cover tunes which they did good at, although the singer couldn’t quite hit the notes for Eric Clapton’s “Tears In Heaven.”



During dinner, Michelle and I learned that the firewalkers weren’t going to be present tonight.  Those were the guys on stilts who juggled torches.  I was looking forward to seeing them.  Instead there would be limbo going on, with a DJ supplying tunes.  The dining area was about half-full as it was the last time I was here.  I overheard more than one person commented that the attendance was smaller than normal.
I considered having a second helping of food, but ended up passing on it.  I was satisfied, but not stuffed.  I try not to eat large amounts in the evening if I can help it.  After dinner, I helped Michelle operate her camera so she could take some sunset pictures.  We then walked up the beach to a more secluded area to chat.  She was down from Michigan on business to deal with Aquaponics.  Much like hydroponics (which I was familiar with from my summers working at Northern Born), this system grows the plants in the water and uses the fish to create the fertilizer, thus having a self-sustaining system.  Michelle’s children were grown, and had never been to St. Croix before.  She commented that her original room wasn’t ready when she got in because the person who was supposed to check-out hadn’t done so yet.  They bumped her to the now-vacant room next door, which was Room 8.  How funny is that!
Michelle got a chuckle out of my story about how I’d previously stayed in that room, and was supposed to do so again until I was bumped to another.  We ended up heading back to the bar to grab some drinks (my Rum Punch, and her White Russian), so we could adjourn to the Room 8 patio to enjoy the quietness and feel the pulse of the ocean.  She gave me an interesting tidbit about the first genocide of the 20th Century, which was what Turkey did to the Armenians in 1915.  This topic cam up when I said I was interested in 20th Century history.
We discussed a variety of other topics, and when I needed to use the bathroom it was very natural to walk in the dark to it.  Not being in the room in over two years, I still was able to navigate it well.  Even though I didn’t get to stay in my requested room this time, at least being able to enjoy the patio (even for a short time) was great.  Michelle had to do work stuff the next morning, so the night ended not long after our drinks did.  We talked needing to continue this the next night.
I returned to my room and slept … for about two hours.  My insomnia decided to kick in then, and I was wide awake the entire night.  Thanks to the free WIFI, I was able to finish watching “Twelve O’Clock High” with Gregory Peck, and then watched the pseudo-steampunk move “The Adventurer,” followed by the very good documentary “Revenge of the Electric Car.”  By that time, it was the predawn light, and the next day as far as I was concerned.




For more information on the places visited or mentioned:
            University of Virgin Islandshttp://www.uvi.edu/




            ###  30  ###

No comments:

Post a Comment