TOBAGO

lying flat on the sand, looking up at a passing plane as the waves rush over your frame...not another soul around 'cept for your treasured two mates... no hurry, no rush, no watches or clocks....

You haven't seen a newspaper in days or been tempted to take a peek at the news....no TV, no radio...only the sound of the waves hitting the shores and the rustling of the trees .... natural music... yes!

sweet laughter ringing out from strangers now tightly bonded friends...hell after several beers and a puff here and there ....we are all part of the brotherhood of man --- no race restrictions please!

Yes... philosophers, educators, masters of this universe... conversations flip, flop from love to family to war to politics all under the glow of the moon, the chill in the air is somehow reasuring and you wonder ...why didn't I do this before but you're thinking yes ... it was a good choice... and as you finally nestle down in bed don't mind it's three in the morning you say, this is the beginning of freedom!