Maurette's Adventures

It's not that I don't have stories to tell but it is just that I am so busy with organizing the Census that I don't have time to write things down. So bear with me a little bit people ... I'll be back.

When I got to St. Maarten people keep telling me that I am never going to leave. I told them I have been and left so many places I doubt this one will be any different. To illustrate this I highlighted the festivities on the Independence day ... there were none. I said: "You're telling me I'm going to miss ... nothing?" Four months later and I must say St. Maarten has hidden depths. From the parties to the dramas. It is all here. I have been partying every weekend for the last six weeks or so. Last night no exception. It started with dinner at someone's house and ended up in my bed 5.30 am. In between I went to a ghetto hangout where the smell of marihuana hit you as soon as you walked in, a grown-up hangout where the old man lure at you and the "in" place where you can get drugs for the low price of $20. And the drama. Here everyone cheats or is in the process of starting to cheat. Everyone men and women it doesn't matter. They cheat openly. I...