To Cayman and back

To continue on recapping all that has happened in the past it was exactly one year ago to this date I was in Cayman.

There is much I can write about the two weeks I spent on the island of Grand Cayman but I will try to keep it light. I stayed in a hotel close to their famous "7 Mile Beach" just North of the capital Georgetown. Being a Jamaican and all I was never impressed when I heard Caymanians speak of this place seeing as how we have our own 7 mile beach in Negril at home but I must humbly say that we do not compare come close to the quality of their fluffy white sands or the views of spectacular beach front property along the 7 mile stretch.

Now with all of my free time after work, I took it upon myself to make several treks up and down this beach. I learned a few lessons which I shall share with you today.

1. Take into consideration the walk back if you spend hours casually walking on the beach in one direction away from your hotel. One night after sunset I ended up and the south end of the beach and looked back, the hotel was nowhere in sight. I made my way off the beach back to the main road(which may not be as scenic but much easier to walk on than sand) and had to endure the long and tedious walk back.
2. Everyday is a beach day. It didn't matter if it was a work day or Sunday. The beach was littered with people both local and tourists, there was families with a picnic, beach volley baller and water sports. There was always a lot of activity.
3. On the matter of locals and tourists it was very hard to tell them apart. The motto for Jamaica is "Out of many one people" but I need to submit to the relevant authorities to have that motto transferred to Cayman. Cayman is one big mixing pot of people from all over the world, some permanent some transient. My guess is being a tax haven for big business adds a constant slew of expats to the population.

There is much more to say about my stay there but somehow I am not seeing the pictures on my laptop so I will have to continue when I can find them.

Made it back in one piece

Two posts in one month! holiday has been good to me. I spent the last few days in Portland giving my daughter her a proper introduction to my true love, the beach. She saw so many beaches in such a few days it was crazy, Frenchman's Cove, San San bay, Boston Bay, Long Bay and finally she stamped her name in the Visitors book of the Morant Point Lighthouse at the east most point of our little island.

I have always wanted to go to this remote lighthouse but I had neither the knowledge nor equipment(capable car,maps) to get there. This trip was quickly placed back on the table once I got the Jimny and my GPS unit sorted out. It takes about half an hour of driving through farm tracks that are surrounded by cane fields as fars as the eye can see. When you think things are bad you then leave the cane fields and drive for approximately another half an hour on a dirt track through the bush, with no cell reception and mud holes to potentially get stuck in. My car is pretty slim and it still barely fit on the path, there were bushes on both sides of the track that ensured the doors couldn't open. As a budding cartographer I have documented this journey here for others to follow as getting the coordinates to chart my way through this unmapped land was my other major hurdle.

This beach makes the trip through the bush totally worth it, the only people around were a one or two fisher folk doing some spear fishing. The water was clear and the sand powdery, the only thing you would need is a rake to clean up the sea weed and the random drift garbage. Blogspot does not do my photo any justice so if you want to see a much higher resolution version check out my panoramio page.

The photo on the left shows part of the smoother nicer path through low bush leading up to the light house. Don't be fooled though this is a like a freshly paved highway compared to other places you will have to drive through. My recommendations for those who would also like to make this trip?
1. A vehicle with 4x4 low gears.. I suspect the newer suv's with "full time 4wd" may have skipped out on these gears in their transfer box.
2. A GPS programmed with the coordinates I have provided through openstreetmap above or a friend who knows the way.

The second point is probably the most important one, you wouldn't want to get lost in a cane field, all the paths look the same. If you choose to ignore and want to rough it you could follow the single sign at the end of the cane field and hope for the best.

My real birthday..

My real birthday was this week and most of my real friends forgot it. My x-friend called me last weekend and reminded me that the day was coming up so I went on facebook and removed my birthday details to see who the real friends were. Lets just say if my real friends called or wrote on my crackbook for my birthday I would have exactly 3 whole friends. Even the girl who reminded me that it was coming up forgot to call, well she did call on the day but she was complaining about something as usual then she called back the day after and apologized for forgetting.

Sad eh? my fake bday in January was 100 times better. wingman tried to hold another barbecue for my bday but I passed cause that is too much attention for little ole me. Last year I went to a friend's house for her birthday drink up.. now that was the definition of sad. I wish I could put to words what went wrong with her night but it all sounds so mean and depressing in my head.

So what am I doing with myself, this is the first weekend I have off in a long time.. I think I'll go to a beach with preggz and get some sun on my pale ass.. hopefully the place will be empty and I can skinny dip too lol. I think your comments have been alluding to the fact that you want to hear about preggerz? Well the bun is slowly baking in her oven, lol she's not doing too well with the morning sickness though.. lol and yeah the milk has arrived. There is no milk yet but she moved up a cup size or two.. no complaints here :D