
By Billy and Akaisha Kaderli
Special to the Financial Independence Hub
Even before we met, as individuals, Billy and I have always loved to travel.
I have written about my cross-country adventure on the back of a motorcycle when I was 19. Billy also traveled with his van to Guatemala in the 1970s and back again to his hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio.
As a couple we lived and journeyed through Europe for six months before we purchased our restaurant in Santa Cruz, California.
These trips were life-changing experiences and we just got hooked on adventure.
When we left the traditional work force in 1991, we sold everything and began to travel the world. These experiences forced us to be flexible even when we didn’t want to be.
Power outages
For instance, when we lived on the tiny island of Nevis, West Indies, every afternoon or early evening, the power in our home would go out. It could happen at 4pm or at 7:30, but it would happen. Lights would go out and the TV would click off (right as the plot thickened in the movie we were watching). The pump bringing water to the kitchen sink or toilets wouldn’t work without the electricity, so things like doing the dishes, taking a shower or using the restroom had to be prepared for in advance.
We read books by flashlight or had discussions on future travel plans.
No running water!
Speaking of taking a shower, in Nevis we shared the Governor of Nevis’s home with other housemates who were opening the Nevis Four Seasons Resort on the island.
Aside from us and Billy’s best friend who was the head chef, all the rest of the roomies were young twenty-somethings and used to First World Living. One young woman would start her hot shower, go to the kitchen, toast bread, smother it in peanut butter and jelly, eat the sandwich, then return to a steam-filled bathroom with the water still running and take her hot shower.
As natural water-savers ourselves, we thought this was over the top.
However, we had no idea how much so, until one day … we found out the cistern was empty. The only way the tank was filled was by rain that fell or by water trickling out of the city’s pipes from 10 am to 11 am daily. And by trickle, we mean drizzle by drop.

We were out of water, with all the conveniences that running water brings to living, so how were we going to take a shower?
Being in the tropics, rain came fairly regularly, like every other day or so. One morning around 9:30, it was a typical tropical downpour. Billy and I saw the flooding of water through the gutters and into our rain barrels and we both grabbed towels and soap. Moving a barrel and standing under the drainpipe of the gutter we lathered up and enjoyed this pleasure of a beautiful shower out in nature. The jungle and sugar cane fields pushed up against our house, and we had a straight shot of Nevis’ volcano. Spectacular.
Then … the rain stopped.
Oh Lord. There we were, soaped up, naked, and out in our back yard when the maid popped in for her thrice weekly cleaning. Continue Reading…