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No Escape
I despise creepy-crawlies. Despise. This means, of course, that they seem to be almost magnetically attracted to me, making it near impossible for me to escape them. You'd think growing up in the islands would have steeled me to their ick-factor, but instead, I've...
Moving Again: My 10 Most Recent Island Apartment Fails
As has been pointed out to me by many a friend, colleague, and eavesdropper, I have seriously bad luck when it comes to apartments. Since 2004 (yikes), I have moved 10 times, not including my 10-month travelling stint two years ago. Sitting here, musing, I can think...
The Perks of Island Living
A lot of our posts here at Women Who Live on Rocks (WWLOR) tend to poke fun at some of the more trying aspects of island life. As most of us have learned from experience, making light of the arduous tasks and frustrating experiences associated with rock-dwelling is...
Road-tripping, Tortola style
Fellow WWLOR contributor Kate recently posted this link to a Caribbean Journal article on her Facebook wall, questioning whether the author of the article had actually ever driven around Tortola at all: Caribbean Road Trip: Tortola, BVI. After reading the article...
Out of the Mouths of Tourists
Disclaimer: My sincere apologies if this offends anyone but please, use some common sense. Around 50% of the BVI’s economy is obtained from tourism. That’s right – half of this territory’s money comes from those newly-wed, over-fed, really-red, nearly-dead folks from...
Deliver Me from Hunger
We've all been there. The sun somehow finds its way around, through or under your curtains, and pierces through your eyelids, zapping your eyeballs and all of a sudden you are very much awake...and very much wishing you were dead. Your room – no, the whole WORLD – is...