via Daily Prompt: Orange
Post about orange?
Let’s see … Of course, there’s always the brilliant orange hues of fall and autumn …
And last year, I had posted about orange, because I was seeing orange everywhere I looked that day.
I don’t usually think of orange when choosing colours for knit and crochet projects, unless it’s a variegated yarn with orange in it, or I use it as an accent colour.
And Mother Nature provides enough orange beauty around us …
And that’s my orange-y post.
This is how far I’ve gotten with this doodle … not much done since then. I tried to get some doodles done to settle my mind, but it didn’t work this time. So this is as far as I got on this.
So much going on and late nights the past couple of weeks. The in-laws were over for several weeks, and even though they’re family, routines and timetables changes. Oh, not to mention that my PC was in the guest bedroom, so I couldn’t stay up late working on it, could I? 🙂 Well – they’ve left. So I can work on it again!! And I’m sleeping in late tomorrow … no extra guests to see to 🙂
Good weekend, all !
Keeping awake in a town hall meeting 😬
Good weekend, all!
Park #1 looked like there were more things to see, so we got out of the car to walk around. It was still drizzling every now and then, so I was dodging the raindrops as best I can. The boys went exploring …
There were these huge, tall bamboo trees here …
… really huge …
Too bad it was raining too much that day. I would have enjoyed walking around more.
We drove back towards Parks 1 and 2 to see what it was like.
It was still raining, so we just drove through Park 2 and didn’t get out of the car to walk around.
This abandoned building was by the entrance.
A little history lesson …
Not much else to see there, so we drove on to Park 1.
“Come, let’s take a drive down to the Caura River,” hubby tells me.
Even though I’d been down to Trinidad and Tobago several times, there were still places and attractions (like the Pitch Lake – ‘the biggest and only pitch lake in the world’, they boast) that I haven’t been to.
It was raining every now and then, sometimes gentle showers, sometimes pouring rain. But the boys were getting restless inside the house.
So we went driving towards the river – on winding roads that got narrower, and uphill, with sharp turns and s-turns …
Thankfully, we didn’t meet many vehicles from the opposite direction … and the ones we did meet were cars, so we would just drive to the edge of the road as much as we can, with just enough room to let one another pass.
The clouds were low over the mountains. I thought it would be cold, but surprisingly, it wasn’t.
They told us there were three parks along the river. They had cleared up the land along the river and fixed it up with picnic tables, for those weekend ‘river limes’, or just somewhere to sit and relax.
We decided that we would go to the last one first, and then stop off at the other two on the way back. And met up with this … the end of the road …
Well … so much for the third park! Maybe they didn’t finish clearing up yet to make the third park … Nothing to do but turn back 🙂
On our last evening in Mayaro, hubby wanted to walk along the beach.
Actually, I think he wanted to see what Tin was up to. Tin and his cousin had asked if we could leave later. They had picked up a friend during the pick-up soccer games on the beach, and he had spread the news that he found a new friend – one from overseas! – and so a ‘lime’ on the beach was planned. ‘Lime’ is their slang for just hanging out. ‘We just liming’, they say.
It was a nice evening, and with the sun setting and the gentle sea breezes, we walked first down one side of the beach and then back up and past where we started. There was no colourful sunset that night. We were on the wrong side of the island. We would have to drive down to the tip and around and up to the west.
The waves were quiet. The patches of sunlight would warm us as we walked, and the breeze would cool us down.
Off in the distance, we saw a fishing boat coming in with the day’s catch. We went to see what the catch of the day was. The vultures were ready as well – even the one-legged one!
Others were ready as well, planning out their dinner, haggling with the fishermen for the price. We may have thought about fresh fish for dinner as well, but nobody really felt like cleaning the fish. We were also not prepared for any major cooking, and the kitchen unit we were staying in only had the basic utensils, and we had to be heading back to the city.
We rounded up the boys to head back in and wash off the sand. We were all packed and ready, and we didn’t want to be driving in the dark too long.
I don’t think I was ready to drive back either … but all good things come to an end …
And so we left Mayaro with good memories, and will surely be back again.