All I wanted to do yesterday was climb a hill so that I could get a picture of a Cross that over looks all of Antigua. That's it, that's all. When Lisa and i dropped off our laundry, I found a map that I thought would be a great idea, instead of winging it like I usually do. I felt very sure of myself. leading my troup, I knew right where it was and it was going to be a cake walk. WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This Cross became the ever elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, a grand romping snipe hunt that did nothing but start the fuse to my very short and violent temper. I could see the hill, I could see people looking down on me from the hill, I could see very clearly from my vantage point the said Cross, and I swear in the name of all that is sacred and holy, it was laughing at and mocking my plight. The What Would Jesus Do moment had long since passed, and I hated that two people were following me blindly, like they were just along for the ride. I now began to understand why Kevin was such a jerk face in Paris, there is nothing worse than having a lost puppy sniffing at your heals and begging for direction......NOTHING. But this wasn't just one it was two, and they'd been at my side for two weeks now, the ony moments I've had to myself are when I am taking a crap, but even then Lisa still chooses this time to talk to me from outside the door. So forgive my crewdness, but I am just trying to set my mood for you. I was suffocating....and here's the best part of my story, right as I was getting to a slow boil, I dropped my camera, and the piece that keeps the battery snug in its cave busted off. Every one should be proud of me...I didn't smash the camera into a million pieces. I closed my eyes, put it in my purse, and then threw my hands up in the air, "That's it, I f-king give up, don't follow me, seriously just get the flip off my back, I'm done." But they didn't leave....they just kept on, I would turn around and say, "I'm not going anywhere, leave me be." And behind me they just stayed....Oy Vey!!!!!!!!
I found a really cool Ruin/plaza in my fit, and when I sat on a bench, Lisa sat next to me and said, "Do you know where we are?" I bit my lip, closed my eyes and very politely stated, "I f-ing told you I wasn't leading anymore, we're in Antigua, and all I need in this world is to have five f-ing minutes to myself, you may go now."
She got mad, but oh well, I'm over it, and by the way so is she.....I got out the map I picked up from the laundry, and looked over it, it was a piece of flaming shite, I don't know what I saw in the damn thing, but it was a miracle that we didn{t end up in Zimbobwae. I got out my lonely planet map of Antigua I ripped from the book, and low and behold I found out where I was, where I was going, and where I had been. God Bless Lonely Planet!!!!
We have to take a Tourist Police guided tour to the cross, so thank the heavens I did't get us there, we very well could have been raped and pillaged.
We are loving the hostel life. And we're making friends from all over the world. Its great. They are currently filming a movie right on our street, its called Looking for Palladin...so that's awesome. But I must say that I am an old, stick in the mud Maid. I followed along with our group of three from France, one from Isreal, Lisa and Traci. We went to Frida's which was supposed to have dancing, and what not, but we walked into a cluster f-k and I was immediatly turned off. It was the same old seen from the states, too many chicks, too many jocks, and no dancing, no out of the ordinary scene which I need to feel complete. Five minutes into the deal I said, "I'm bored and I'm out." I'm sorry but I totally understand that there are people from all walks of life and all over the world, and each has a their story...I just can't have fun in a place that reminds me of the Silver Dollar, so screw it, I left. I'd rather read a good book than be bored out of my skull waiting in a room of strangers for something to happen. That kind of thing makes me edgy, and ready to start a riot for the sheer need for something grander than winks and flirts.
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