Prospero ano y felicidad

This one is going against the chronology of this blog, but this is how the year started:-
This January 2009.
Jan 2nd, West Jet flew us out of Montreal Pinpin and I. C stayed home with V since her trip got cancelled.. long story short, she was supposed to leave for the Repùblica Dominicana before Christmas with her friend and parents and spend 10 days in a wonderful cottage, but all got cancelled at the last minute since her friend's Mum fell sick. And because we had already reserved in a 18+only resort, she had to stay home.
4 hours later we landed on Turks and Caicos, out I drove towards Gracebay looking for Clubmed while Pinpn was riding the resort bus with our luggage, steering wheel was on the left so logically I was supposed to drive on the right side of the road right??right??? right or left??, until I noticed oncoming traffic in my face. So I pulled over, watching a few cars drive by, then I assumed I was driving on the WRONG side of the road...Damn tourist!!! or Damn Brits!! Must be the sun, they got all disoriented and started driving on the wrong side of the road.Clubmed was easy to find afterall, just follow the signs, the next morning we headed out to Longbay searching for that little public beach access that we saw on Jean's video, was not easy to find I must admit since most streets have no name, but we found many beach accesses. The rest of the week was roughly the same, we left the hotel early in the morning, came back for lunch and back to long bay Kitesurfing for the rest of the day.
Pinpin kited the whole week, finally unlocked the fear and nailed the edging, going upwind the whole time, so now she can actually say she's a rider. Also met with Jule Hosp a pro-kiter and Jac his canadian girl friend, cool couple.
Bonefishing did not happen since it was windy almost the whole week, but we promised to go back since the spot is so Kiter friendly.
Jan 25th I left for the land of Fidel or should we call it the Land of Raoul? Spent a week with my buddy Jean , kiting and enjoying the time alone away from our wives. I had food poisoning for the first time and was sick for a day, could not kite, too weak, but got some riding hours the day of my departure. No fishing at all since all the bikes were gone, walking up to "la puenta" was too much of a walk. Ignacio was also gone, fled to england , with an english chica as his friends would put it.