How Do We Get 5-Star Ready Here in Possie? We Have A Little Time To Do So, If We Intend To!

Observing these three main hotels being rapidly constructed in the Town of Portsmouth, Dominica, makes me wonder; are we as a community and by extension as a nation truly ready for them? Mind you, these are not the only hotels being constructed in the island; thus, the pressure on our population to cater to their demands is expected to increase rapidly.

It is clear that if we do not act now, we will be caught unprepared, and will suffer a huge deficit in our productivity and ability to take full advantage of the opportunities that such developmental infrastructures have the potential to present.

Looking around the town, I see some level of preparation, though in my view these are quite slim. For example, the bit of work done to open the Indian River entrance thereby making it more sightly, the cleaning of the beach front just adjacent of that area, the setting up of drainage system toward the Cabrits Resorts and Spa Kempinsky, and maybe even the new housing project toward Cotton Hill area which just may assist with moving those not-too-good-looking buildings from the beach front along Lagoon. These are my assumptions of course, so I am subject to correction.

As relates to us as locals being able to fully capitalize on these hotels in our town, I wonder about that. For example, the volume of agricultural products including fresh vegetables, fresh well packaged and presented fish all properly filleted, well packaged fresh meat, other fringe services like entertainment for guests, night-events, water sporting opportunities, classy live bands and or performances within the town, and other such activities are amiss or if they exist are neither quite fully organized nor professionally branded for that scale or expected quality.

Are we actually getting ready for the demands of the 5 Star level hotels? Or, is it that we are not expected to be; because most of the necessities can be sought from outside? Worst yet, the hotels will probably be self-sufficient?

I am strongly convinced that, if we do not prepare ourselves and our people, we will be on the losing end. The point is that, we are expected to be the first ones to benefit, but there is a process to everything. Our small farmers, micro and small enterprises, cultural organizations, artists of all sorts and our people in general need to become ready for these.

The announcement of vacancies are great, and I hope us locals can fill in most if not all of these vacant posts. Still, there should be more that we as a people can do to be 5-Star ready. We have a long way to go if you ask me. I mean, really it feels as if we are no where ready for this.

  1. We need to clean our community. Our gutters, drains and home environments need a serious facelift.
  2. Our mindsets need an over haul. A change in attitude toward our local environment, business, foreigners and locals themselves.
  3. The need to develop a warmer and professional customer service culture not just among entrepreneurs and proprietors and their staff, but even among our students within schools, and the lay man on the street.
  4. We need to develop these for and toward ourselves first, and then we can look toward foreigners. Too often we cater toward the stranger, forgetting that the daily patrons, customers and clients are our fellow locals. If we culture ourselves to relate better to each other, then relating to the foreigner appropriately will just be second nature.
  5. Trainings in fish filleting, packaging, presentation, and means to break the cycle of seasonal cropping are imperative. As a matter of fact, we can extend that to the need for more industrialized approach toward food preservation, and agroprocessing.
  6. The cleaning and maintenance of our beaches for us first and then them. Taking pride in making our beaches fun-spots, but also safe spots.
  7. The need to beef up police patrols in the town, and addressing misdemeanors in their buds before they get out of hand to embarrass us later.
  8. The urgency of addressing the street or road situation in the town cannot be ignored. Who is going to deal with this matter and how soon? How do we get Bay Street to be a main street with some level of order as far as parking is concerned? Well then, that means parking in the town on business days at certain hours must be addressed immediately.
  9. The fragility of the town as pertains to heavy downpours. The susceptibility toward flooding, and the need to truly unblock those storm drains are key factors. I am no engineer, but to me these are things that must be seen as priority matters. The worst thing would be to have such influx of high level visitors to whom five star hotels cater walking our town on a rainy day on dangerously flooded streets.
  10. More organized souvenir shops. Kudos to Dee’s for having a small one set up along Bay Street, but we need a sort of village that will attract these tourists to patronize and acquire locally crafted memorabilia from their visits.
  11. Selling our artistry by showcasing aspects of our culture to the visitors, earning spots in the entertainment slots of those hotels.
  12. The upkeep and upgrading of our local museum, and establishment of other such facilities which can showcase the history of our town and nation.
  13. Being Disaster ready since we are so vulnerable to Tsunami, Volcanic Activity, Earthquakes, Hurricanes and other such events. We need those road signs, an early warning system which is well organized, rehearsed and upgraded as required.
  14. I bet there are more recommendations you can think of. Your thoughts are welcome here.

Personally, I do not have all the answers, but I believe the dialogue is necessary, and more so the action toward achieving a more ready community to embrace the opportunities that are possibly going to be available to us as a people.

I commend the Organization of American States (OAS) and the Ministry of Planning and Economic Development for the work being done having begun the dialogue, planning and awareness of key stake holders toward that quest. As per the implementations of recommendations being made, and the plans being drawn, I do not quite know if, how, when these will be done. In that vein, I await as a citizen and resident, but truly anticipate urgent action to ready ourselves for a 5-Star Environment.

Regardless of who leads the movement, and when these will be happening, our town will need all hands and heads on deck to make this work. We have what it takes I firmly believe. What I struggle with is how they will truly happen. May the powers that be do the necessary to facilitate the readiness of our constituencies to harness the opportunities. The fact is, ready or not these expectations are going to be knocking on our doors.

With the number of learned people in the Town of Portsmouth, I am certain many will have some recommendations as well. So, how can we be 5-Star ready? And what does it all mean? Your views are vital to the quest! Are you 5 Star ready? Do we even know what it all means to be a 5-Star Ready Community?

All photos complements Google Images. Aerial view of Portsmouth (at the top) from Dominica News Online as featured, but taken by Chad Ambo of Ambo Visuals displayed as Photo of the Day (September 29th, 2016.)


Did I Tell You About My First Boiling Lake Hike? What an Experience!

p1080633My best friend Kathy visited Dominica in December, and prior to arriving, announced that she will be hiking to the Boiling Lake.  If you are like me, you will do what it takes to grasp quality time with someone who is dear to you, so that urge superseded the deep-seated fear of even contemplating undertaking such a hike.  So, I surrendered to that urge and invited myself to accompany my friend and the guests that she was taking along with her to the island.  Boy, did I know what I was about to encounter?

With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, application for two days of vacation leave from work was made, and the count down began.  I must tell you that days before that hike, I thought I’d pass out with anxiety.  It was then that I tried all sorts of excuses as to why I would not be able to fulfill my wish to join my friend.  Of-course, she constantly just laughed at me and brushed the fear off, as if I was just being coward.  Well, of-course I was being coward.    After all, I was really afraid.

If you ever listened to the horror stories of people who have undertaken the hike, the long hours to be constantly moving, and the need to complete it within reasonable time since it can get dark quite early, you would have probably shared my trepidation.  Fear is a real dark enemy you know, because it really almost deprived me of a never to be forgotten adventure of a lifetime.

As if by fate, two days prior to the hike, I accompanied that friend and her guests up the Indian River on a soothing boat ride captained by a capable staff member of Cobra Tours.

We were joined by some additional visitors, one such being a young man from New York City who shared that he took five days off just to visit the island.  He was a first -time visitor to Dominica as well.  During our descend, he shared that he had an exceptional visit thus far, and was particularly pleased with his hike to the Boiling Lake.  That immediately caught my attention.  In quizzing him about the hike, he offered some things that we should expect, including using ropes, and climbing some rocks, and Lord did I again experience mixed feelings of fear and excitement.  His calm and joy in talking about that particular hike got me sold – I thought to myself, if he could do it, why can’t I?

For the next 30 or so hours prior to the hike, I came to terms with the fact that, this too shall pass, and I must live up to my word.  Besides, this is the opportunity I should relish since I do not get to enjoy much in-person time with my high school friend like this would present.  That was a given, I was expected to honor my promise!

Early Tuesday morning, December, 11th, 2018 a white mini-van (for us a 16 seater bus) arrived by my home and honked its horn to collect this here passenger.  Having been up early, I was set to go.  Everyone seemed quite excited, and that put me at ease.  On the way to Roseau, the conversation about things Dominican was easy and put to flight the inner fright, at least for the time being.  I learned that I was not alone in being a first time hiker to the Boiling Lake – even our driver from Calibishie had never walked it.  Meanwhile, Kathy’s cousin Kelvin was about to undertake the hike for the (wait for it) – for the Fourteenth – yes the 14th time, while Kathy was about to undertake it for the 4th or 5th time.  I thought to myself, these people cannot be serious.  After all the scary stories I heard about that hike, how in the world would someone do this even twice?

Once we got to Roseau, I learned that we would have to meet a tour guide and again that helped to put me at some ease.  We had a tour-guide, that means someone else knows what this hike is about and will most likely be able to make this a good experience.  We met Lenny after a few phone calls and he requested we make one stop to collect eggs.  I thought to myself, this guy knows his stuff.  Lenny got those eggs, and interestingly with all the ebbs and flows of that hike, he maintained carrying them in a flimsy plastic bag only cracking one out of seven while being an exceptional guide all along.


Lenny wrote his name on the rock in the water. The sulfuric nature of the water makes the rocks rather slippery and grayish like this one.

Anyway, by now you must be wondering when am I going to get to the actual hike.  Well yes we got to the Roseau Valley, got off the bus, refreshed our selves and got our hike on the road.   That was easily shaken when one of our guests got a hard fall that scared us all.  Her hike was cut short, we were down to six!  Did that shake me?  Oh yes it did.  That was a decision moment – “to go or not to go?”

For roughly six hours and forty-five minutes, we conquered what can be easily described as a grueling course.  The moments when we ascended the mountain was refreshing and literally breath-taking.  The sights were shockingly threatening, the heights were growing and we were growing tired.  Once we reached that peak, I was struck with a certain level of fear and frustration that we were in for another 45 minutes or so before we could reach destination – Boiling Lake.


Friends for life!  At the Peak before tackling the Valley of Desolation

At that point, our tour-guide handed the job to Kelvin in order to precede us to the Valley of Desolation where he could get eggs boiled for us before our getting there.   You would be amazed at the speed at which Lenny descended that mountain – I am still baffled.  p1080611 Meanwhile, the rest of us pressed on and later enjoyed the sulfuric – boiled eggs (as dubbed by Kelvin).  That protein certainly did us well to face the laborious ascension that followed to the actual Boiling Lake itself.


The eggs are all hard boiled and about to be eaten.  Lenny is wearing the Blue and Black Tshirt

It would be remiss of me not to mention that I was close to quitting at several points, but that would have left me feeling like a looser, and generally it is unlike me to incomplete tasks – so after much pains, but with great encouragement from the hiking party we all pressed on.

You would think that returning would have been a piece of cake?  Well that was where I was tested to the core.  My getting back to the starting point required that I dug deeply into the recesses of my mental power, it demanded that I silently talked to God asking for strength both physical and mental, and that I hung strongly unto a make-shift hiking stick sought for me by our guide.   It is my hope you will realize that by then, my feet were so weak, they were shaking.  My thighs felt like jello, and the pain from a fall on my behind didn’t soothe me in anyway.

I must tell you that all the way up my dear friend Kathy was like a mother hen, reminding our guide to take care of her friends, while she easily stayed at the back like a starring.  I wondered about her, but I think she was storing energy while watching us tackle each step.  This is because on our way back, she showed that she had what it took to complete this hike more than 45 minutes ahead of us.  Her patience was tested, and she eventually gave in.  It was time to move and moved she did with the assurance that we were in safe and capable hands.   Meanwhile, I struggled along with a painful left knee, ridiculously holding back the group.

To say the hike to the Boiling Lake was easy would be a lie.  At least for me it was not.  To tell you that I have an eagerness to return there, would be misleading you, but was this a huge achievement for me?  – You bet it was.  Will I return?  Initially my answer to this question was an immediate NO.  Today, I reflect upon this whole experience and I am so thankful.  It built my friendships, gave me new connections with new people, and certainly tested my metal – an exam I believe I passed though not with flying colors – Passed I did!

If I can take anything from this hike, it would be that we can do anything we have set our minds to – as cliche as this may be.  Factually, had I been hiking and exercising as regularly as I did before, with the aim to prepare for it, the week of soreness that followed my Boiling Lake Hike, would have been a lot less.  I am convinced of that.    Lessons learned, but oh the joy of having this achievement in my memory bank.  Do not talk about the fact that I can now “brag” a little – “YES, I Have Conquered and Hiked the Boiling Lake which is nestled in Dominica’s highest point.”

If you are ever going to such a treacherous hike, get a tour-guide.  Lenny is a great one, I can always establish that link.  I say this because we encountered quite a few foreigners who decided to do the hike with no guide and certainly missed some of the key secrets along the way, as were ably pointed out by our guide.  Plus, the risky nature of this hike requires that you have someone who knows the terrain and dynamics of the place.  Lenny describes his work as a Boiling Lake Tour-guide as “Boiling Lake is like my front door, like my yard.”

Do you think You can do it?  If you have hiked it, would you do it again?  One thing is for certain, the beauty was beyond unprecedented.  Try It!   See for yourself.

Photos Compliment –  Yours Truly – Ceez Paul




Called To Be Resilient


Our Portsmouth

A word, an expression, a term I shunned, disliked and totally got a bit fed up of simply because it is being swung to and fro by our populace with good intentions in some circles, and with malicious intentions in others.

Still, I thought, if I seek to view this terminology in a different light, with new eyes, maybe it will make the necessary sense to me.  Undoubtedly there are many who share this sentiment of skepticism toward the concept, be them what they may – the reasons.

Resilient means “able to stand or recover quickly from difficult conditions ” – English Oxford Dictionary.    Despite how one may feel, the fact stands that we must be able to apply such actions in order to survive the rigging of life itself, first as individuals, and then as a nation.

As if to test our resilience and or ability to prove the purpose for this movement toward becoming the number one resilient, or is it the first Climate Resilient Nation, Dominica today suffers yet another onslaught of nature’s savagery.  Continue reading

No RUSM – now What?

Post Hurricane Maria woes continue to directly hit every sector of this country, and this most recent redundancy of employees’ situation at the Ross University School of Medicine is a hard one to process.  I don’t work there, neither do I have any person in my household who does, but living in this town (Portsmouth where this institution is located), and knowing so many people (some friends and relatives) who have been employed at Ross for years are enough reasons to be able to empathize with all affected.

On a national level, this phenomenon is definitely going and has already begun to dent the treasury’s purse, and that of so many members of the private sector.  From utility companies, to home-owners, restaurateurs, tour operators, taxi drivers, doctors, nurses and the local ‘hustlers’ selling coconut water along the Ross Boulevard to name a few, are negatively impacted.  The apartment owners with high mortgages requiring regular attention, and bankers who are probably now orchestrating means to collect much needed payments from the now unemployed is equivalent to a horror story unfolding without restraint.

I mean let us face it – no one really saw this madness coming pre-Maria, but it has, and is evolving rapidly.  Who can forget the folks in the food shacks adjacent to the school, those super-market owners and employees, the bus drivers who made regular trips to and from Roseau carrying Ross’ employees and students, the health fairs offered by the med- students, and the litany of positive rituals surrounding daily processes of the institution that many of us took for granted?  The point is, Ross University School of Medicine is a much required venture in Dominica, and should or must be fought for.  I make this statement with the hope that it is not too late for that fight to ensue by all relevant parties with the weight being on the shoulders of the powers that be.  Continue reading

A successful Book Launch!

Display of books!

I am thrilled to share with you, that on August 3rd, 2012 on a rainy storm-forecast-ed Friday, my first book was launched.  The earlier hours of that day was poised with rain, thunder, and just a dreary feeling of impossibility.  Still, faith remained steadfast.  Prayers persisted against the odds, and God triumph in the end.

We the people who attended the book launch were adamant at defying all odds.  In faith I called and text messaged everyone whom I could, and assured them that we will go ahead with this important event.  Some folks doubted it would or could occur, others were great motivators. — Let’s Do It!  So we did.  Continue reading

Book Launching in Dominica — Friday 3rd August, 2012!

Hi everyone,

It has been a long time since I have written.  My life at home has taken a great hold of me, and I have been negligent of all of you.  Am I proud of my negligence? Certainly NOT! But, I am somehow hoping you will forgive me with an understanding heart. A heart which warms up to the fact and knowledge that, I have missed home for so long that it takes some getting used to again, before I can settle before my PC to write. 🙂 Forgive me now. Continue reading