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.
“Ooohhh, Mayaro has beautiful sunrises”, I was told by SIL.
Ok, great … and that means getting up and out by 5:30am …. *sigh* I’m on vacation … I need my sleep … Oh well … I was woken up at a little after 5am the next day.
“Hurry up”, hubby tells me, “the sun is coming out, and it’s not going to be sunrise for long.”
And so I was out on the beach by 5:30 am … on a cloudy morning :o)
“The sun is going to come out right there,” says hubby, pointing out to the horizon – the same spot where thick clouds were covering the sky over the horizon.
Really? Are we going to get a sunrise, I asked. Of course. The sun always rises. I roll my eyes. It didn’t look it, with all the clouds. I started drawing on the sand, while waiting for the sunrise.
But just like the sunsets, the sun was coming up fast.
The clouds parted a little, at just that spot where the sun was rising.
Great timing by Mother Nature.
“Now, wasn’t that worth getting up at 5am?”
Well …. ummm … no, don’t think I’ll get on that boat …
After the soccer camp in Trinidad and Tobago – that’s what I’m calling it – for Tin, it was hard work – we spent a couple of days at a seaside town called Mayaro.
I enjoyed the drive down – once we were out of the narrow streets with people and cars all over the road.
I loved seeing the tall coconut trees on either side, specially on the sea side. It was hot outside, but the air was cleaner and fresher.
There’s fewer trees now, hubby says. Apparently, both sides of the road was thick with coconut trees before. I forget which it was – a fire or a flood – that damaged the land and the trees. So this is still in the process of rebuilding the thick grove they used to have.
The sea was frothing at the shores. Don’t know if you can see it in the picture here, but those white bubbles were not waves breaking on the shore. Perhaps it was because of some storm system off the shores, or maybe it was pollution, but apparently, when the sea is frothing, they say that the sea is cleaning itself.
Somehow, I liked that. The phrases come to mind … wash it off … cleanse itself … wash out all the pain and sorrow … flush out the toxins … The sea is cleaning itself, by pushing all the pollution and toxins to the shores …
Wait … but that means that the shores and the land are now polluted? Or will it be absorbed by the soil, and all is well? Isn’t it ‘wash out to the seas’, wash off something?
I guess it works either way for Mother Nature.
Wash off or wash out … Whichever works best for her.
A cloudy, overcast day at the beach …
… into the Pacific Ocean is prohibited, we learned.
So it made me wonder if jumping into the Atlantic Ocean is legal?
Birds perched on the side of the hill, by La Jolla Cove.
I tried to lean out over the fence as far as I could, but this was as far as I got.