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Hikes,hot springs and a tad for traveling heavy..

Travel light he says, it’s a hike, most you’ll need is water, and he being a photographer felt it ideal to hold his camera. That wasn’t going to be easy for me, knowing I’m the girl who never travels light even when she really wants to. I always feel the need to hold stuff in case such an such a scenario arises, I hold extra food, clothing, water and extra clothes because there was always this one time I under packed and I deeply regretted it, hence I believe it left me paranoid and ever since I feel the need to hold extra.
So my friend of over four years decided we should go on this hike from my village Point Mitchell to the next village Soufriere a 4.4mile hike. Soufriere being a lovely village of beaches and hot springs ,he particularly wanted to visit the hot springs since he recently sprained his shoulder, he said he needed the springs healing properties ,I personally needed the walk to burn off some extra calories.
So that morning started off being a bit overcast and before the hike I rushed to town to buy a “few” necessities and before I knew it I was in town for over two hours and hauling several grocery bags. I hurriedly messaged my friend Jackson to apologize for my tardiness when I told him I wouldn’t be late. He laughed and assured me it was ok as we had the whole day. I got back home and quickly prepared two sandwiches got my back pack held some snacks and one grocery bag with water and energy drinks and out the door I went.
At that time it was noon and the sun was out in full blast, I wished we had gone earlier, with me already exhausted from my early morning shopping my energy levels were down. I waited on Jackson and decided not to think about it too much, he eventually arrived with nothing but a back pack, a huge grin on his face and a huge umbrella. I found it a bit extra and funny at first but proved to save our behinds when we began walking, that sun was blasting our skins and that umbrella seemed like the only oasis to us. We were a little distance just above my village, undertaking a twirling road that had me sweating profusely, “Can you make it?”he asked I shook my head up and down but my body seemed to say no, I wanted this hike so bad but here I was struggling just a few minutes in, vehicles were passing us often and I tried hiding the embarrassed look on my face. We made it to the top of that the road which was u flat, which I was grateful for. I began to notice the trees properly and green mountain capes and the hike began to seem doable, then Jackson eyed his watch and decided to stop a bus. We hopped on and he explained that we wouldn’t be able to make it in time as it was nearing 1pm. The bus ride proved him correct, it was rather lengthy but what lovely sights his camera missed, and he couldn’t catch them on a moving bus.
We safely made it to Soufriere and the villager’s eyes were curious but welcoming, I noticed the paint was chipping on some of the wooden houses, and the children were shirtless, careless and free running up and down the road. We met up with a small group of villager’s looking at a cricket match being played on the field. Jackson made out one of his friends that was playing fieldsman and he hid behind a tree and took his picture. The trees were majestic aligned on both sides on the amazing road that lead to the springs, and we were soon greeted by scouts in their green berets running down the roads.

 

Jackson soon began taking pictures of me and next thing I knew I was demonstrating model behavior in a knee high jeans, a worn tennis shoe and colored vest, I felt so ordinary but Jackson hunger for building his portfolio made him take several snaps as possible. Trees and more trees, guava, coconut, mangoes all sorts of tropical trees welcomed us to their part of the village. The mountain wore several shades of green, creating a spectacular background; I thanked God I resided in such a lovely place. A group of young girls arrived as soon as we made it to the parking lot before the springs; there was this huge clearing an information center which was currently closed, two wooden houses with washrooms and exchange rooms.

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As we got closer the scent of sulfur hung in the air welcoming us to its serenity, there was this huge sulfur pool where several kids were playing, Jackson and I decided to go higher into the forest to the pools that were more secluded and private. The forest was covered in dead leaves and stones and sulfur rich soils created a path leading us to three amazing pools.

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The First one was rather lukewarm so we went to the second one, which was way hotter. Our bodies eventually adjusted to the temperature and we sat back, as we were engulfed by sulfuric waters that soothed our minds, bodies and spirits. Cleansing from all stress and trauma and flowing out our systems,cleaning our pores from blemish and scars. Melting our aches and releasing them back out into the dirt where it belongs. Jackson and I sat back and enjoyed each other’s company and the lovely island in which we were born.

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Laurna Guiste

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Beyond the Fence

Today I went on a little adventure, decided to take a stroll up the road behind my friend’s house and disappear into the forest.

 

The road before the forest was quite busy with the constant passing of vehicles with various persons peering out the windows as I walked on, staring at a girl who properly looked like a lost tourist, and though I felt nervous with the constant peering of eyes  my desire for an adventure kept me going. The sky was clear and blue, and I could hear the nearby flowing of streams.  The trees stood tall, wide and green as birds sang their praises. I thanked God for these awesome surroundings of nature at its best, I soon came near the estate of a Rasta man that’s known to be vicious. Walking closer I recalled always admiring this house   many years ago while I rode the bus to and from town before my family and I relocated. I would admire how it looked old, and worn out but somehow I felt it had history as it resembled an old maser dwelling.

I stood on the road staring at the house in the distance, heard the owner only uses solar energy and lived all alone and enjoyed   wading off any trespassers. I could see the dirt path aligned with dry leaves, some ruins of another building, birds chirping loudly and I even noticed a bridge leading to the house, all things that beckoned me to come closer.  I didn’t know the man and God knows what he could do to me if I dare neared his property.

I decided to ignore my wild curiosity and the better me decided to keep on walking as there was also a trail a little higher that I wanted to explore. This was a trail I also admired while I would transit down these roads and to finally explore it was a dream come true.

The dry leaves were piled along the man made path that lead into the dense of the forest, mango and coconut trees stretching towards a blue sky, creating a natural canopy. Though the forest got darker with every step I took I became lost in my surroundings. Branches and wild flowers reaching out to me, I pulled out my phone and right there I was filled of dread as I wished I had my canon. But I took pictures regardless ,took snaps of ferns, leaves, various plants all along the trail was most decorated with nature’s splendor. Soon enough my exploring was cut short by this huge fenced gate, confined by a silver lock.  I couldn’t believe my exploring was brought to a halt when I felt I was just getting started, beyond the gate I saw a wooden shed battered by rain I could see the rust forming on the galvanize and noticed a water catchment that was surrounded by  the most beautiful flowers I’d ever seen. My excitement grew and I knew this was a no trespass zone but I couldn’t ignore my curious impulses. What was in that shed, who placed it there? Was it the owner of the wooden house I’d just pass, was he hiding something. My investigative skills peeked up a notch and I decided to climb over the gate.

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The task was most difficult and I wasn’t as light and fit as I would hope, I kept looking over my shoulders and tripping. I got several arm and leg scratches as I made my landing on the other side. I of course  landed on my butt and I quickly stood brushing some dirt off my hands and looked nervously around as if someone was watching.  Being now confined within the gate made my heart race rather quickly or was it due to my total lack of exercise. Turning around made me shake  some more as I stood inches awy from the shed I took out my camera from my back pack and took photos of the outside of the shed, the flowers,oh wow those water lilies were spectacular, I stooped and held one in my hand when I heard a clicking sound.

I turned around quickly and saw this black, middle aged rasta man looking at me sternly on the outside of the gate .I gulped as I stood slowly “Good afternoon” I said with my voice cracking and my throat hurting with fear. He didn’t answer, he looked at me from head to toe,”Y’all don’t respect people’s property eh? What are you doing in there?”

“I, I wanted to take pictures of the flowers and”

“Get the hell out of there! Now! ” he said piercingly I quickly headed towards the gate.

He took his keys out and opened the gate” I shook in fear I was all alone on this strangers land God knows what he could do to me I was scared for my life “and never come here again you hear me” he huffed as I passed near him and stepped out. “Yes Sir “ I replied and hurried away, I run as fast as my feet could carry me ,I could hear me shouting at me in the distance but I was too far gone, thanking God with very leap I took and also asking Him to protect me, never looking back. My rebellious and curiosity almost cost me my life that day, and I don’t know why he didn’t harm me when he had the chance to, I was just so glad that he didn’t.

I luckily made it back to my friend’s house where I found her asleep I just sat there with my heart pounding and staring blankly at her. I could be screaming for help and she wouldn’t have heard me, she could have lost her friend today as she slept on in slumber. I sighed as I sat back in a chair and thanked God I was alive with sweat running down my face and back. That look on his face though, looked pure murderous and that shed was obviously his and what on earth was he hiding there.

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You’re a big deal

May we be who we always desired.

I’m here to remind you that you’re special, beautiful,blessed. The very fact that you’re here,alive is to furfill purpose. There is only one you and no one is cut out for what you’re destined to do.

Never underestimate yourself, you’re a big deal,and you’re not a mistake. Remind yourself everyday you’re worth it and your circumstances does not define you,God does!

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Laurna Guiste