I have only ever been to East End once in my life. It was to clean up a beach called barefoot beach with my old school as some kind of a service field trip. However, this weekend I found myself being pressured into going to East End once more. I was told there was an empty house that was really big that me and friends could use. It just so happened that this house was on Barefoot beach which was a funny coincidence. I got up there at about 5:00 on Friday, I left at about 12:00 Sunday morning. I have never spent that much time in East end before and I always had such a negative view of east end, that there was nothing to do, no one ever left their house and all they did was fry fish. But I actually enjoyed my time in East end. The house had no doors and very little AC, it had two dogs and a little tv in the living room but apart from that it was very bare. I spent most of the weekend barbecuing meat, watching tv and exploring East end a little. I went to an abandoned mental institution which I had no idea existed until that weekend. I watched people build a raft only to have it fall apart on them while they were in the ocean.
The weekend was fun and different to what I usually do, I went to a new part of the island, cooked a lot of food and watched people mess around doing stupid things for a whole weekend. I think that I would go back to East end, it was extremely calm and I felt like I was really living a different life.
