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I'm still around. But it's been busy week working and growing older.
Spent Saturday watching hockey and hanging out with Mr.P.
Sunday has more activities, and a bike ride!
... meaningless numbers, unless it's your birthday (it is!) and those numbers suddenly have meaning.
The number of years gone by, the number of years that may come. The balance of owed and saved. Height, weight, all that.
So what does it all mean?
I'm still trying to figure that out.
More to come...
I should have known that when I went looking for places I'd never been in Vancouver, I'd end up walking 5 miles unexpectedly.
That's what happened today.
The short version is that I went out by Vancouver International Airport and discovered Iona Beach.
There were lots of dunes and birds and waves.
But the interesting feature is a jetty that sticks like a finger into the Georgia Strait.
It was a heck of a walk. More pictures to come!
There is nothing quite like a warm, clear, dry, spring day in Vancouver.
We pay the price with the rain. This year was particularly damp. But when the weather gods wave their arms and present us with days like today -- you can almost hear the angels sing. Or is that the neighbour's stereo?
Re-adjusting to the real life off the road has been fairly easy. Last week was relaxed with only a single day of work (Friday). This weekend I am back at work, which blow considering the weather -- but as it's a 2-11pm shift, I can still get out and smell the roses, tulips, magnolias, etc.
Last night was the 40th birthday party for my buddy Lorne. His wife Katrina set up a big surprise bash at Shabeen, Vancouver's only Whisk(e)y house. I didn't arrive until after 11pm, but there were many friendly faces that I hadn't seen in quite some time. I belive I must begin reconnecting to my life here, rather than living in a dreamland that lies at the end of the road.
That said, conversation was certainly travel focused. Lorne and Katrina had just returned from two weeks in Portugal. They drove a route very similar to the bike trip I did back in 1993. How I would like to do that again!
The night affirmed that life is great and filled with cool people (and tasty Whisk(e)y).
The weeks ahead are filled with more work. And, possible travel, of course.
(here's some more pix of spring...)
After a morning filled with packing, I have begun the long journey back to Canadaland. And to find $13k U.S. to buy my future.
More on that later.
Ivan and Katia stopped by for a bit. Katia was picking Ivan up from the airport -- he was in NYC -- and returned home this morning. It was good to see them before leaving the country.
Brent joined me on the trip to the airport -- he had some business at customs. I managed to save a bit on the cab fare. And it was a good chance to chat before we went our seperate ways. As usual, Bullet was our cab driver and he chatted our ears off on the drive to the airport.
The lineup at the check-in counter wasn't too bad, and security was a breeze. I am now sitting in the departure lounge poaching wifi. Nice.
Dallas awaits. And I think I made a mistake by not eating first. Peantuts won't cut it on the flight, however the options are limited.
Ah well, I can always snicker at all the fat white women with braids. What possesses some people?!
And so it goes...
Well, my 7 nights on Caye Caulker are now history. And, in just over 24 hours I'll be flying from Belize City to Seattle via Dallas.
Another trip has come to an end.
It certainly feels like I've been away for a long time. No doubt that is due to the distinct adventures this trip has offered up. From Paul Nabor's temple in Punta Gorda to Ivan and Katia's balcony in San Ignacio, to the Grandmaster's fowl (foul?) coop in Belize City. Not to mention Brent and Roh's and Costa Maya Cabana's on Caye Caulker.
Brent left for Belize City on Wednesday, and I ended up hanging out for a while with Roh's brother. We gazed at the passing people as we enjoyed fruity drinks. I wish I could bottle up the feeling of Caulker. It's truly an original and amazing spot. More on that later.
There was a full moon Wed. night, so I attempted some shots. They were so-so, but I will post from Brent's place when I get there.
I stayed up late gazing at the ocean in the boney glow of the moon, trying to take it all in -- and wondering when I would be back. My hope is later this year.
Thursday morning I was up at 5:30am for sunrise. It was a nice, though short lived one. There were showers throughout the morning, and that meant I just hung on the deck and read.
When I went to pay, Heather gave me the room for US$400. A hell of a deal.
And now, there are 13 minutes remaining before I have to check out. Rather than prolonging the inevitable, I will grab the noon boat, and be back in Belize City early in the afternoon.
Cheers! (sniff, sniff)
In Tuesday's posting I mentioned something about going for a swim at the crack of dawn. Well, at 6:20am that still hasn't happened. But I did manage to drag my ass onto the balcony and snap a quick shot with my point and shoot.
Beautiful though it is, it means that today is going to be hot. Probably in the 33C range.
My cabana faces east, and that means until midday, the sun hammers the balcony and, when there is little cloud, it gets almost too hot (Canadians are banned from ever referring to outdoor air temperatures too hot).
I've gone and lost my sunglasses somewhere, meaning that reading from a white page in the bright light is more like staring into the sun at, oh say, 50m. On Tuesday I found that draping a sarong over my head did helped, but did little to improve my chances at captivating cute Norwegian women.
This is my last full day on Caye Caulker, and I greet it with mixed emotion. I'll be happy to be heading home to stop spending money, but at the same time, I'm going to miss doing nothing more than sitting in the sun and reading under a sarong.
Brent heads back this afternoon, to remind his wife that she actually does have a husband. While I will remain for one last night to remind myself that I have discovered a truly special place on the planet. And to drink more rum as the sunsets in about 12 hours.
Thursday I will likely check out early, and then hang out until midday before grabbing a water taxi back to Shithole, otherwise known as Belize City.
Friday I'll fly back to Seattle via Dallas. I'm happy to avoid Houston, as I worry that someone is going to report me for sticking out my tongue at a certain statue.
I reckon it's time for a swim. More to come...
Yep. Another sunset - the Tuesday edition.
Few words can once again sum up the day:
0600 - Up for sunrise, make pot of coffee.
0605 - Lounge/read/daydream.
1100 - Breakfast at Herbal Tribe. The ham and cheese omlette was ok. Watermelon juice was fantastic!
1200 - Lounge/read/daydream/sweat
1205 - first rum
1745 - Watch sunset at Lazy Lizard. Chat with locals.
1900 - Make chili again. Feast.
2100 - Bed time
That's pretty much the day. The main points anyway. I figure there isn't much point detailing bathroom visits or the checking of email.
Regarding reality: I'm definitely headed back to Seattle on Friday. Will stay the weekend. Then home for another week off (unless something comes up).
I think I have a birthday in the near future too...
Well, must sleep. My last full day on Caye Caulker is tomorrow, and I want to be swimming in the Caribbean Sea as the sun comes up at 0600.
More explanation of Monday's fun follows below. Needless to day, it was another great day on Caye Caulker.
Explained below as well is the reason for this series of sunset photos.
I love this shot, and the one that follows below -- not sure which is the better of the two -- methinks this one.
The cool thing is that these are only low-res versions of very high-res images. And because I shot them in RAW, I have a lot of latitude when it comes to tweaking the image -- without Photoshop trickery.
Most, if not all, the images you see are as they were captured. Although if a bit of tweaking makes them better, I don't have an issue with that.
Only a few days left, and I've resigned myself that I'll be heading home soon. It's been a good stop on my little life journey. And, of course, I will be back.
But no sense getting maudlin now. I'll save that for Thursday.
Oh! And the idea for Radio Belize? Brent came up with a better name: Radio del Mar. Perfect. And when I win the lottery, that'll be my new career.
Cheers from dreamland!
Damn them! They're all the same, yet they almost demand you shoot them over and over and over. Still, you can't beat the scene.
Brent and I walked out to the end of the Tsunami dock so I could snap some pictures. Neno and his brothers were just about to head to the west side of the island to free Rene's boat which ran aground Sunday night. We jumped at the chance.
Now, usually, Caye Caulker offers up amazing sunsets. But, also usually, there are clouds on the distant horizon that usually bung up the last few minutes. Not today. It was perfect.
What you see hear is the Lazy Lizard bar, at the Split (where the island was cut in two by a hurricane long ago). This is where crowds gather to stare open mouthed at the setting sun.
The view from Neno's boat was much, much better.
Sunday was another hot day. Many places, including the "Juice Lady" were closed. But, there was something interesting behind her shop that made the long walk under the hot sun worth while.
Brent came over on the last boat and we hung out on the deck spinning tales.
Such is life on CC.
The pictures from today are still to come. In the interim, some more from last night.
Pictured are the crowds at the Lazy Lizsrd gathered to watch the sun set. There was also a wedding or some such.
As mentioned previously, the Lazy Lizard and surrounding land is for sale. Now, this is Caye Caulker, not Cayo. No deals here. I'm sure this chunk of paradise is going for a sum few could afford.
But I have a plan:
1. Win millions in the lotto.
2. Buy the land.
3. Install satellite link to outside world.
4. Launch Radio Belize -- a fun and funky rip-off/tribute to Radio Paradise.
Everyone's got a dream, right?
Read. Shot photos. Watched sunset. Shot photos. Enjoyed the occasional beer. Slept.
Yep, that's life on Caye Caulker.
Sunday I was up before 6 and have managed to keep myself occupied until now (10:30am).
Instead of shooting photos early, while it's cool, I've once again waited for the sun to heat things up. No matter...
I'm off to take some more images... and hopefully some interesting stuff. The first stop will be the commercial docks and the power plant.
The picture you see here is from Saturday night... just before the sun dropped.