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June 23, 2018

In my early twenties I experienced my first Caribbean Charcoal Pit. I remember being mesmerized by the fact that charcoal wasn’t some magical invention from a company somewhere in the first world, ridiculous of me right? My step father Wakumba was the guy in charge of this amazing operation and the fact that he wasn’t mining for coal deep underground left him no less covered from head to toe in soot and dirt, believe me this process takes hard work. If you’ve never used hand made charcoal you really don’t know what you are missing. It is the equivalent of using a paint brush made from natural badger hair rather than a can of spray paint to produce a portrait. Maybe I am exaggerating but for some things you just can’t beat the “old way”.
Before I am accused of rambling let me get to the point. Today I loaded and delivered two truck loads of post Irma tree trunks and limbs to Capoons Bay here on Tortola B.V.I. to add to the four truck loads Wakumba and I took last week. I’ve a feeling this will be the last Caribbean Coal Pit that Wakumba makes and I’m planning to do as much of the heavy lifting as I can for him on this one. Partly of course due to the fact that I’m no longer in my early twenties which means he is no longer in his whatever he was in when I was in my early twenties so I expect all the help I give is appreciated, secondly I plan to stay involved as I can with this one so that I can pass it down to my son one day if ever the chance presents itself.
I’ll post photos of the process as soon as the actual pit is started and of course if you would like to see it first hand we’d be happy to help with your accommodations.