The Daily
Trip Start
Oct 14, 2010
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Trip End
Ongoing
Where I stayed
Caye Caulker, Belize Cayes, Belize
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Walking, strolling really, he was in awe and in deep smiling thought. Barefooted on the sandy beach-like streets. Shirtless, clutching his trusty snorkel kit and could you believe, even with a half decent tan. It was not too long after sunset and the sandy strip known as Front Street was alive with reggae music, restaurant shacks spewing fish flavored smoke and the dread heads dancing, drinking and offering the goods of the earth to all passersby. There were only two other streets, sand as well, on this little island of slow going types.
It was one of those moments that while mundane will remain a beautiful resonating experience, not just as a time and date or as a specific something or other. It was simply a moment that summed up the place. Nothing occurred in the physical world, it was only the experience and immersion in this environment coming to life, giving life and quietly requesting some acknowledgement. The attention was gladly given and the message did not require much translation.
Enjoy this.
Yo Ho Yo Ho… And A Bottle of Rum
Two mighty vessels struck out on a perfect sun soaked morning, not on a marauding mission this time. These brave sea dogs were headed to the reef that lay somewhat offshore on a pleasure adventure. Some warned that it couldnīt be accomplished with these crude old canoes turned pirate ships. Manned by a crew of three per vessel, this long sea voyage would require serious effort and teamwork.
The first ship was led by the gallant Captain Nobody with his cast of surly crew, two hardcore Swedish pirate-girls. The other captain at some point became known as Captain Zig-Zag. Not as a reference to certain types of smoking paraphernalia but because his boat could never maintain a straight course. This was actually helpful in the sense that even with our young Captainīs massive ability to motivate, his crew wasnīt exactly equipped with a bounty of muscle. The zig-zag maneuvers allowed the Jenny to keep up. He had proudly named his fine ship, Jenny.
After mooring the crews had taken refuge in the loveliness of this underwater world. The snorkeling was magnificent and our nobody was playing a fun little game of naming the creatures he encountered. The Mohawk Shiny, the Spotted Slowpoke, the Tiny Striped Thingy, and on and on.
These were the types of adventures that this world is filled with. Always ready, a healthy bunch of traveling misfits teamed up for this or that, exchanged zany plans, and plotted worldwide adventures of degrees and interest that truly inspired him to conspire. And while the faces changed nearly everyday the basic tenets remained quite the same.
And with the winds and waves challenging their advance the slightly more swarthy and tiring paddling pirates made their way back to shore. Albeit slowly. For there was no hurry to resume the lying about and lounging around that epitomized all that was right. Maybe there would be some fishing off the pier that evening, or a sunset meet up or possibly a raucous little goodtime along this coconut palm lined seashore somewhere.
Whatever it might be, there really wasnīt one good reason he could find to leave quite yet, (his stay was already over a week). There would surely be some pirate adventure or some other masterful idea already hashed when the sun would warm his tent, sending him a little prematurely and half awake back into the easy going.
