Today we went to the market, and took the ferry on to Anguilla. Yesterday we went to cupocoy beach. Mistake. No one told me it was merely a bunch of old naked men. CKizer would even have been disappointed. Orient beach was a bit better, but some of the older girls need to be milked. A bit distended. The airport and Maho beach was a real blast. Jet blast, that is. LOL!
Went to Phillipsburg today again. I bought my brother-in-law a good Cuban dogturd for helping us out last night with some online shit we couldn't solve from here. Any advice how to smuggle that puppy back to him in East Texas? The US is so full of shit with the whole Cuban embargo thing. -- ancient walking one
Nice link! Much better than the pictures I took, and much less likely to pucker Fatness' hemorrhoids! Today we took the rhino safari tour and passed by Friars Bay and Happy Beach on our way to snorkel at Creole rock. this place is the cat's ass. I don't EVER want to leave! -- ancient walking one
this place is the cat's ass. I don't EVER want to leave!
Back to reality for you unless you have the dough!
The key here, apparently, is to open yourself some kind of business venture such that you have legitimate business reasons to go there on a regular basis. All (or at least most) expenses tax deductible, of course. I have an acquaintance here who goes to Hawaii this way several times a year. I have a relative who lives not too far away who owns a business in the Virgin Islands.
Wicked Weasel's "barely there" bikinis are a perfect business for St. Martin (see NSFW example here: »www.orientbeach.com/vacation_sna···some.jpg), and you'll see their little kiosks and shops all around if you keep your eyes open. There are a fair number of photo shoots done on the island, too, I've noticed. A clever man could find plenty of reasons to go there on a recurring basis.
Quite right, scross. Whike Johkal is right about the back to reality, we do have plans for a prolonged stay. Rental properties are one option we are considering. For now, it's life in the sweltering hell I call home, Texas. At least I can maintain my tan here. -- ancient walking one