Part Four: To End, A Memory from Bull Bay

Trip Start Aug 10, 2008
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Trip End Sep 30, 2009


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16 Whalley Close, Kingston 6, JAMAICA

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

"Ooooweeeooooh!"
"Ooooooooweeeeeeeoooooh!"
The boys' hands were cupped over their mouths, as they blew their makeshift horns to the horizon.

"Ooooweeeooooh!"
"Oooooooooweeeeeeeoooh!"
The boys called out again, requesting a swell to be sent our way.

The sets had smoothed and the sun was sitting to the right of us that afternoon. Smoke rose up into the sky from a trash incinerator a mile down the shore. Fisherman threw out single, multi-hooked lines from the beach. An elderly woman hung brightly colored shirts on the line in front of her grey cement home. Behind her, the mountain rising up from Bull Bay lay exposed from a mining expedition, its pale yellow underbelly a stark contrast against the lush green foliage draping the rest of its entirety.

We had been surfing at the Copa break, near Cable Hut Beach and the Jamnesia Rental Shop, for a couple of hours and the day was finally coming to an end. Resolved to the fact that the best of the sets had already come and that the ocean gods had retired for the afternoon, we paddled to shore.

The youngest of our crew climbed a nearby almond tree after he reached the beach. Cupping dozens of the 2-inch coconut-like pods in his shirt, he passed piles to us below. For the next half-hour, we cracked open the sun-dried shells on boulders, our salty hair drying as we shared pieces of almonds with each other. As the sun sank lower in the sky, we talked about the best Jamaican food dishes and jokingly, threw handfuls of empty shells at each other.

After walking back to Cable Hut Beach, I showered off and prepared for my departure. As I left, Billy (the owner of Jamnesia) insisted that I only pay half of the regular rental fee, as I had become a "regular" surfer at Jamnesia. I thanked him and turned to leave, smiling wide. The bus ride back to Kingston was quick and by nightfall, I was back at my host mom's house, exhausted, sun burnt and salty, and ready for the week at school.

It had been a good day in Bull Bay.
It has been a good month in Jamaica.

:)
Thanks, again, for the notes, packages and well wishes. They mean so much to me.
With continued love and gratefulness,
Heather
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