Don’t flush unless it’s a number 2
Today we were driving from town back home to West-End along the ‘Sir Francis Drake Highway’ big name for a small and winding road. (On this road you never make it into your fifth gear) Suddenly Reineke saw some weird but wonderful glittering on one of the beaches beside the road.
I stopped the car like a typical Tortolian, right in the middle of the road and of course I did not use my back mirror. (Don’t even know if I have one). It was a elegant old green rum bottle with a rolled paper inside and a red lack sealed cork. We opened the bottle, rolled out the paper…
Dear Reineke and Willem,
As you know I have been considering writing a book on our trip to you in Tortola BVI, I have been wondering what the headings could be ? Something along the lines like this:
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