Mayaro Sunset

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.









What’s on The Menu …

I’m still not having luck with spotty wifi here in Goma and there’s times when the internet signals are strong, and then it drops … At any time of the day.  Anyway, I haven’t had much free time yet to sightsee.  I’ve been contenting myself with taking quick snapshots with the phone so far. Hopefully there’ll be some free time over the weekend.

In case you’re wondering what to have for snacks or dinner, here’s some appetizers you can try ….

I’m not quite adventurous enough for any of those … I’ll stick to safe fish fillets … like tilapia …  

… Or whole fried fish …. I think this was their local fish there, the Captain fish …  

Maybe next time I’ll try something else … but for now I’m content with these.

The Year That Was

Snippets from the past year that has stayed on my mind … it’s not too late for this, right?  I started this last week for the Weekly Photo Challenge, but didn’t post in time.  Since I did half the work already, I’ll just post it anyway.

From the Philadelphia Flower Show, these purple, blue and green orchids caught my eye and I couldn’t tear myself away from it.

A couple of weeks later, it was off to the New York Botanical Garden for their annual Orchid Show.

In San Diego, blood oranges and eggplant cactus fascinated me.  Okay, so the proper name for the cactus is Aeonium.  But I like my name better 🙂

Monet’s Gardens – what a treat!  The lilies … the daffodils … the colour explosion

We had soccer tournaments from freezing weather to hot, brutal sun … and I hear there’s more soccer travel planned for this year …

A trip to Dili, Timor-LesteCristu Rei of DiliGeorgina! … AFET Humanitarian and Medical Mission 

Hurricane Sandy
blew away our Halloween and fall season and turned lives upside-down and inside-out …

The end of year and I’m back to Africa  …  the clouds … River Nile watercolour sunsets … did I mention clouds?

From the statistics, this blue-eyed fellow was the most-searched item:

And my personal favourites …  La Morenada

… model flowers and the Volitan Lion Fish

Hope yours was a good year as well.


Scenes from the River Nile

A collection.

Casting Out on the Nile

Not often that I see nets being cast out.  I’m just glad that I had the right settings and my hands were steady enough to take these shots.







As I watched this, I suddenly thought of ‘fishers of men’.  Don’t know why.

Maybe it was because it was the simplest and most basic actions of life … fishing for their food, survival, life … on the River Nile.  And maybe the Nile River is as common to them as any other body of water.  But to me, this was the mighty Nile River, as I’ve read often in the Bible.  Just imagine … Jesus was also in these waters!  ok, up by Egypt, not down here.  But still … this was something more than common to me.







Fishing on the Nile

We would come across fishermen in their boats once in a while.

With thoughts of freshly-caught fish for dinner, we would ask if they caught any fish and if they would be willing to sell them to us.

Even the offer of money was not incentive enough for them to part with their catch.


After all, that was their dinner, and if we bought their dinner, then he would have to stay out longer fishing, wouldn’t he?

A Different View

It wasn’t exactly culture shock when I got here – in a way it was familiar and expected, but at the same time it was different. I haven’t been to this part of the world in a long while, and since Im here for only a short time, it seemed that everything is a novelty. Those who’ve been here a while don’t look twice at it anymore, it’s so common place. I suppose it would be the same for me, if I had to stay here a couple of years or more, but I hope not.

It was refreshing to see the sea waters everywhere we drove, instead of congested traffic and high-rise buildings.   Our first weekend, we had breakfast in a cafe, on the beach.  Nice, clear, warm Pacific waters.  If I had known, I would have brought swimming gear.  Although I’m not sure about being in full view of everybody passing by on the street – somehow I feel like I would be on display, for some reason.


The people have adapted well to the influx of the foreigners and expatriates – specially in raising their prices up by three times as much as what they would charge their own.

Take this fish vendor, for instance. He’s got a catch fresh from the sea, and is now walking the streets. He’ll usually charge $2 each or maybe $3 for two to the people here. But when a foreigner, even one who’s been living here for a while comes to buy, he’ll be charging $10-$15 for one. There is of course the ritual of haggling it down to a price agreeable to both. But it won’t be the $2 that he’ll usually charge. 

Guess he’s got make the most of it, while we’re still here.