Can't decide if I really want to go to St Lucia now or stay as far as fucking possible away from it. 
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Your failure is not in knowing if you want to go to St. Lucia or not, but in not realizing you already live in a Banana Republic.Can't decide if I really want to go to St Lucia now or stay as far as fucking possible away from it.
You are not wrong but driving is still 1000x more entertaining over there than in the neutered states of murica. I would go again for that experience alone.
I have only ridden in a shuttle bus on St Lucia and it was terrifying. Actually, my whole time there was terrifying.You are not wrong but driving is still 1000x more entertaining over there than in the neutered states of murica. I would go again for that experience alone.
Really starting to lean toward going now...
I got suckered into taking a cruise with a stop on St Lucia, got further suckered into horseback riding in St. Lucia which would have been better described as advanced rodeo riding.Really starting to lean toward going now...
Ahhhh PITON beer..... swill of the island was sooo good when I was there. We just stayed at our Sandals resorts and didn't have any problems. We did go to the market on the other side of the island and while the people were a little pushy it didn't seem too bad to me..... that was 13yrs ago though....
All 3 of them wereI presume the young lady that suckered you into all this was hot?
I was not wasting time with Caribbean beer - went with Rum Punch and rum in general instead.
This. When in the Caribbean... drink rum. Lots and lots of rum.I was not wasting time with Caribbean beer - went with Rum Punch and rum in general instead.
he probably stole that from "grandma's boy"
This. When in the Caribbean... drink rum. Lots and lots of rum.
yeah...we only drank likker in st. lucia. i remember thinking the ride from the airport to anse chastanet was "fun"-super dark, bumpy, with bird-sized insects smashing loudly into the windshield every few minutes. wife was slightly more terrified. also, i somewhere still have pics of the spider with the fist-sized body that was lurking by the hot tub at the second place we stayed. they didn't believe us when we first called the front desk, but when they saw it, it even freaked the staff out. good times. 
That brings back some memories. We built ramps like that in the 70s. My next door neighbor had a Yamaha full suspension bike like that one. As kids, that was all we did, live on our bikes. There were no video games or computers. For entertainment, you went outside and stayed there until dark. No fear of any harm, shootings, kidnapping, or the wearing of helmets. How did we survive ?
Magnets...
My mother was terrified that I would be kidnapped so I was never allowed to go anywhere outside of the neighborhood alone.
However I was allowed to run free in the woods to Huck jumps, burn shit, blow shit up, forge swords from scrap metal, fight with said swords, have BB gun fights and fall out of trees.
To be fair my parents had no idea what I was doing out in the woods but they certainly were not worried about it.
If it were not for that time developing survival instincts there is no way I would have survived college and my twenties.
I think for must of us who grew up in that fashion, it's a good thing our parents didn't know what we were up to most of the time.
It didn't go over well when I told my parents that the reason I religiously mowed the steep hill in the back yard one year was because I had accidentally burned a good half acre. The only time they went back there was to cut the grass.
It went further sideways when I explained the fire was the result of a home made mortar.
I remember BB gun wars. And building underground forts that I’d be terrified to go in today. And of course burning and blowing shit up.
