Welcome to
A Rotten Person Travels the Caribbean, where you'll find more fun than you deserve.
Navigation is easy. Hoist your mainsail, batten your hatches, and fasten your fo'c's'le--whatever that is.
We like the cut of your jib, matey.
So get off your aft deck and shiver these timbers!
"If you look at a map, you will see that the island chain known as the Caribbean, or, to confuse you, the West Indies, lies between Florida and South America and resembles a string of gems or possibly drool." And so begins Gary Buslik's strange and hilarious love affair with paradise. Be the gecko on the wall as, in each chapter, he recounts another island-hopping, culture-clashing crisis that pits the homesick author against lethal coconuts, murderous Rastas, Idi Amin, garbage-bin sex, over-proofed rum, flesh-eating monkeys, and the French. Screamingly funny and often poignant, Buslik once again plies the Caribbean with shark eye and barracuda wit.
