As a child growing up in the Caribbean, I was always fascinated by planes and cruise liners. On Wednesday afternoons I used to go to the port of Pointe-à-Pitre. My uncle was a custom officer nearby. Whenever possible, I would sit in his office and watch the passengers toing and froing.
Sometimes I pretended to carry the bags for a group of Gwo-Ka dancers. As a result I was able to board the ships. Continue reading