I think I am going to stop calling this Virgin Islands. Like... I don't want people searching Virgin and getting my name. Ugh... I should think of a different name... for myself also.

So this friggin trail was LONG... like we just kept walking... and it starts to rain heavy... then stop... then rain heavy again. Look at these buildings... Everything passes with time, but some things faster than others... no wonder it seems like time moves differently in the islands... probably because Time is measured by how long things go back to how you remember them or it moves fast when things change quickly.

Like the trail kept on going. I was worried about the older people in the group... I wasn't sure they would survive we were on the other side of the island and then we found the road. And then what? We found a bus stop... how often do the buses come around? And one came around after like a half hour. It was raining like crazy.

I think we dropped off our stuff at the Westin and I think I was just going to take the boat to Jost Van Dyke but ended up talking to someone at the bar about where he is staying. He told me he was staying at some really cheap place with cabins and beds and stuff just before Cinnamon Bay. Actually I was thinking of camping there if I wanted to say longer but there was a lot of sand fleas.

Yeah the bartenders must get annoyed making all those silly little drinks... geez... just drink whiskey or beer. Like... those drinks are not natural and probably cost a fortune getting all the silly little ingredients... this one has a tap of nutmeg. It was good. And some Conch cornmeal balls.... Yeah. I think the problem is - The island feels empty. Whether it was or was not, we were getting drunk like at 6pm... for some reason it was really dark at this time and Duncan and I just ended up going back to the hotel and smoking this really great weed he smuggled over and just watching TV. I was not used to drinking and smoking weed... I acted like I was a master... but it would knock me out. Nowadays the chemicals in my brain have changed... Like... it's weird... My brain is shaped differently and does not respond to many things but also invisible things now... on a daily basis. I smoke but just to realize why I don't sit still... like my thoughts get slowed down and I can examine them, not be hit like a waterfall holding me back. I am completely afraid and sinking backwards and I can't stop myself. Stuff like that.... but now I just kinda see it coming and just try not to look at the elephant in the room.

Tomorrow I am going to this new place to stay.