This road is so ordinary. At least, it seems that way because I and many other persons frequent it on the way to Mullet Bay, Marigot, St. Peters and other locations including Bush Road itself. We pass by often times quickly on our way to other places. However, for some reason, I wanted to walk through it, take on a speed so much slower than a bus or bicycle and rediscover it.
And, I was drawn to its plants, patterns and now, I am able to sing its praise. It’s a central location with stores, gas stations, inns, restaurants, nail and hair salons, barber shops residential homes just to name a few. I remember when its neck was narrower with traffic lights and Food Center, all now gone.
Speaking of which, I just had to go and macco the roundabout’s facelift and discovered a tamarind tree being hugged by Christmas lights in Grand Marche’s parking lot. I was in time to see a hog about to be carried off to the slaughter, found a bowing coconut trunk, smiled at St. Martin’s best natural glue for making plastic bag kites, and reminisce on weddings at Celebration Palace.
Within that walk, I developed a strange attachment to fire hydrants, maybe because I didn’t plant them in my memory of the road. Someone left his or her sushi ‘bowl’ on the pavement and I spent some time with the ancient printing press.
Bush Road is quite an experience, especially if you are walking to just be a part of the place and not really rushing off to be somewhere else.