If I was 80 years old and been travelling the world, eating dog in China, grasshoppers in Bangkok, iguana in Curacao and too large meals in America, been to the top of Mount Everest, to the beautiful depth of Indonesia and to the desert in Namibia, seen elephants in Thailand, sharks in Fiji, orang-utans in Borneo, stingrays in Caribbean.
If I had been standing right next to the pyramids in Giza, been to the Leaning Tower in Pisa, up the Eiffel Tower, seen Moai’s on Rapa Nui, walking the Hollywood Boulevard or streets of Manila. If I had been on dirt road for hours on a motorbike with a crazy lady in the back and a more crazy German trying to find Girafs and Mousedeers in the Philippines, been to Hamburg to see a football team play but not been able to get in to the stadium because I had too many beers or fighting in bars around Copenhagen.
If I had been married several times, had had lots of girlfriends, lovers or admirers.
If I had seen volcanoes, tidal waves and felt earthquakes under my feet I might consider Nevis in the Eastern Caribbean Sea, the place to be.
I could slowly - because my legs wouldn’t be so good no more - walk around the small but only town called Charlestown in a day with no trouble. Go down to the harbour and watch the two ferries come in every day, less to keep track off.
Maybe I would pass a local guy in dirty clothes fiddling with a radio with some strange noisy music and a singer yelling or it would sound more like screaming the words “Welcome to the jungle”, coming out of it.
I could take a few days in the fancy resort Four Seasons, a place for people who want to be in the Caribbean but don’t really want to be there. I could also visit one of the three bars on the beach but I had to avoid Double Deuce on Thursday because it would be karaoke night. I would be kind of over the karaoke thing… too many nights in South East Asia are way too blurred….
I could drink Carib in Chevy’s bar and don’t worry about coming home late because they would be closing at 10 pm. Sunshine bar right next door would be closed by this hour as well and the best thing would be, I would never get lost in the bars because they are small. The music in Chevy’s bar would be nice in my old sensitive ears, Bob Marley and more Bob Marley.
Getting home would be no problem I could always get a ride with a local guy who would look like somebody I once saw in TV. The guy in TV had lots of gold chains, hot cars and girls, he seemed very tired all the time or maybe he was just slow and he struggled to get the words over his lips. He called him self something like a dog or Snoop I forget but this guy in the bar would look like him.
I could watch the sailboats come in and moor up right in front of the beach and talk to people when they came in with their dinghy.
Say hi to everybody I would pass on the street and no thanks to every taxi driver. Pay my food in the supermarket with Eastern Caribbean Dollars or the not so almighty US dollar.
I could look at the old volcano with the clouds around it looking like a funny hat.
I would love this very quiet, very slow, very relaxing and very friendly island called Nevis if I was 80 years old…..
BUT I am 33 years old, need loud punk rock music coming out from the speakers in the bar that doesn’t have karaoke, stays open ‘till late and are packed with hot girls who like Danish sailors with no hair.
We meet a guy in St. Martin who told us that we had to go to Nevis it was so nice. We read about it and the next description that was better than the one before. “The beach and the anchoring are so gorgeous you might NEVER want to leave!!!”
Well, we left after 3 days, it was too quiet for the young Danes. We sailed down further south east to Montserrat. Montserrat has a third of the population of Nevis, 4000 people to be more specific but we didn’t go there because of raging bars and the crowds, but the live volcano.
Do I ever want to come back to Nevis? Off cause I will, when I have seen the world…. Twice!