My day at the beach

Trip Start Jul 06, 2005
Trip End May 31, 2007

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Friday, May 19, 2006

May 17, 2006

Yesterday I took the day off since I didn't have much of a weekend. I did some chores around the house and then went to a near-by beach in the afternoon. This beach doesn't have a name, which is probably a blessing to keep it hidden from the crowds. My friend, Kelly told me about this beach when she was taken there by a friend. It didn't take long for this beach, I'll call it Needle Beach (since it is both skinny and a needle in a haystack, between two resorts), to become my fav beach in Ochi.

The other beaches in town, like Mahogany Beach and Turtle River Beach, are big and spacious, but the water and swimming quality are poor. Both of these beaches are located in protected areas of the coast line, thus reducing the water exchange with the ocean waters. The water is not clear and the sand at the bottom is mucky, which I think are both results of upstream water contamination.

Needle Beach is unique too because of the welcoming and friendly environment. The larger beaches in town attract more tourists and thus more vendors trying to make money. At Needle Beach, there are some crafters, but they are irie rastas. Kelly and I sat a few times with them, just talking, discussing life and enjoying the peaceful ambiance of the beach. They are easy going and easy to talk to and I found their company delightful. Yesterday was my first time back since Kelly left and I was hesitant to go because I was uncertain if I would be so openingly welcomed again. I saw the usuals, Jillian, Rupert, and Livingston, all very cool people, accepting and open to talking to this whitee. Jillian makes beaded jewelry, Rupert is a painter, and Livingston owns the bar at the beach.

I kept to myself for awhile and then chatted with Rupert while he painted. We sat in the shade of the almond tree as I received a Patois lesson. He suggested I learn more Patios, and what better setting than a beach, and what better instructor than an irie Rastafarian.

Rupert proceeded to join a woman friend in the water. I watched as he dove and swam, the drops of water on his long black locks flickering in the sunlight. I smiled to myself, because I was witnessing Jamaica, One Love, the beautiful blue ocean and the beautiful dark people. Moments like those inspire me to live more, try to experience more, and break out of box of fear. I have a lot to learn about living with other peoples and appreciating them at all times, and not just when the light is right.

Later in the week...
Good thing I went to the beach that day, it's been raining since then. The rain is nice change, it has been so hot and dry lately, the plants AND the people need the water.

I hope all is well with everyone. Thanks for all the responses to my recent post; it makes me feel good that you all read them.

Take care.
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