I really don’t like working to islands. The Caribbean (etc.) just isn’t my thing. I don’t care about lying in the sun, buying cheap booze, scuba diving or golf, especially for the exchange rate: drama like DDS (Dramatic Dominican Syndrome), ancient planes with broken…everything (only 1 of 3 bathrooms was in working order last night!), three legs a day, 5am hotel pick-ups and 11:30pm finishes. Yuck. That being said…it’s pretty hard to pout from here. I admit it.
Feeling Sorry for Me Now Aren’t You?