odd place, grand turk - microcosmic caribbean, with worlds ranging from 1st all the way down to cruise ships, all within minimal square miles. walk from cockburn town through slums immediately north, where squatters protected and despised live baking beneath corrugated tin. then of course on again, to new 6000 sq ft extravaganza being pounded into shoreline RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW. work starts at 6:30am. SHARP. a government official's house, so it's all right. it's grand turk. it's all all right ....
..... and no mention, it seems, of the roving packs of feral dogs, QUITE exciting indeed when swarming past your overserved self in the black, black night peculiar to an endworld island like gt. interesting. in their snarling selves may yet lie the solution for any overrunning of the island by an amok leisure class.
there in feb '05, when margaritaville just a gleam in the eyes of (several)(hundred)(connected) developers. 40K/booth? whew. times aren't hard, quite, but a week to gouge it back from the cruisers? isn't that just a bit - well, too ....
when i was there, no discernible dollars coming in other than those brought by divers and, yes - HOLLYWOOD!!! as explained, about 60 + folks holed up in mansion on north edge of town, shooting gay porno horror flick, name escapes me now. anybody know? anybody care?
oasis divers fine, whale watching fabulous. AN INCH AN HOUR is what those little dudes grow, so we're told. gotten so big now they've come ashore, big, big buses to ferry the cruisers around the island.
a modest proposal: why not a floating island, of sufficient size and topography, something which could be towed to meet the boats at scheduled times and rendezvous locations. all amenities included in the package - driving range to hit balls out over the water and into blowholes, shuffleboard, defibrillators, depends, etc., etc. - staffed by generic and appropriately richly representative island "types?" steel drums 24x7, charming patois delivered daily. the cruisers would never know they weren't living the dream, despite being only just out of sight of miami. imagine the savings in fuel alone.
name: dutyfreedonia. or taxshelternity, perhaps. slogan: let the caribbean come to you, or something along those lines. pitch: get in on the bottom pontoon.
as you can see, i've got it all worked out. send your dollars today. no reasonable offer refused....
