Category Archives: Out and about

Perilous adventure

Today, my second in command and I undertook perilous activities. First, there was a trip to the blue hole, an impressive string of small-ish falls, with deep pools.

There were four jumps, with an optional fifth.

Everyone did the first three, we managed the fourth too, but abstained from the last one in view of the ridiculous height.

I lost my glasses on the third jump, which was itself scarily high for a man with a fear of heights.

No, of course I wasn’t wearing them. They were in a secure place (my back pocket).

A diver was available for a reasonable price and, unbelievably, he found my glasses thirty-odd feet below. So all ended well and I don’t need to wear sunglasses until our return home.

Then, a little while later, wearing my glasses, I scaled a near vertical waterfall. OK, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m getting on a bit and I’d also lost my asthma inhaler in the aforementioned leap of death.

We thoroughly enjoyed the climb up Konoko Falls, and the earlier plunges. However, since there was so much water, we have no pictures.

Not that I’d have been able to see to take any when it mattered. Still don’t know how I managed that fourth jump while almost blind.

Addendum: I should have mentioned my second in command’s spider powers. I was astonished to see her nimbly swinging legs up to reach ambitious footholds, at one point climbing almost horizontally.

A true spider woman. Probably inspired by the huge creatures dangling over our heads.

Coffee

We climbed a mountain today. A blue one, which didn’t look at all blue. And we learned that everything we (thought we) knew about coffee was completely wrong.

The coffee was nice though, as were the views.

The picture above was actually looking down onto a pretty scary road which zig-zagged up the mountain.

Five decades

This is my second visit to Jamaica. I was last here fifty years ago. Admittedly, my last visit was limited to less than a couple of days in Kingston.

I remember little from that visit, although I clearly recall being given a stick of chewing gum (Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit) by a beautiful young lady who was standing in a doorway. Many years later, on remembering the occasion with an adult mind, I realised she was prostitute.

Anyway, while we’ll be visiting Kingston, our temporary home is a beach resort.

A beach resort with poor Wi-Fi. Which is probably why we were unsuccessful in this morning’s Glastonbury ticket sale.

Anyway, this is our house for a little while.

Eels II

Eels’ performance in Iveagh Gardens on Friday was outstanding. They played a lot from the new album, but also managed to fit in something from what seemed every other album, including many older ones I’d not heard live in a long time. Climbing up to the moon, for example, was gorgeous. Souljacker and Dog face boy, on the other hand, were as loud as they should be. I’m hoping for an extension to the tour, with something more local. They’ve done that a few times in the past, so you never know.

We met some nice people too. Rob, who liked my whistling, was pretty cool. Extremely polite too. Then there was the security guard who’d rather have a conversation than tell me to leave.

A really lovely gig.

Sam Smiths

I’ve previously mentioned my fondness for Samuel (not John) Smith’s beer.

I took this picture outside Saint Mary’s Vaults, yesterday.

Which is a lovely old pub.

In a lovely old town.

Anyway, it’s nice to see a Sam Smith’s bar being marketed as vegan/organic.