Today was rainy rainy rainy! I woke up with the sunrise to find that my back wasn’t really sore at all. But still we thought we should take it easy and let our bodies recover. We had talked about hanging out at the beach all day but it was cloudy and rainy (and by rainy I mean occasional light sprinkles, but not Florida sprinkles, more like a slight mist of dew drops). Anyway, then we realized it was the perfect day to hang out at the beach all day: not too many people, not too much sun, perfect.
So we started out, should I mention here that it was only 9:14am? I had been awake since sunrise which I naively assumed was the same time as sunrise in Florida, 7:30am. But come to find out, here it’s more like 5:30am local time. So when I thought we were getting out at around 11, it was actually 9. Of course we had no idea until we got to the car which has a digital clock, because neither of us has a watch, our phones are dead and there are no outlets, and it was so cloudy that we couldn’t tell where the sun was in the sky.
Well when Edgie saw the time, he thought of a fabulous idea… the Donkey Diner. He had remembered seeing on their sign that they were only open for breakfast. So we stopped in for our second breakfast of the day. When I spotted “Ricotta Chocolate Chip Pancakes” on the menu, I could barely contain myself. Apparently they substitute ricotta cheese for some of the milk called for in the original recipe. Edmundo got “Donkey’s Mess”, which, contrary to the name, is actually a conglomeration of eggs, cheese, onion, green and red peppers, tomato, home-style potatoes, ham chunks, sausage, and topped with sour cream. Needless to say, we shared our plates. They were both fantastic.
Then we went in search of our beach. We found a little access, maximum four cars, between Trunk Bay and Cinnamon Bay so we figured it would be the least crowded, which it was. It was actually quite a nice little beach. After there for only about 20 minutes or so, with only another couple and a chill family of four, a group of young locals arrived, dread locks and all. The friendliest of which, (who seemed as though his friendliness may have been influenced by the effects of a little ganja) said “hello lovahs” as he walk past and wished us a good day. When I asked, “How are you?” He replied that he was going to “spend de day at da beach wid some hot girls.” He was quickly followed by two other twenty-something year old dreaded boys and 3 “hot girls”. So you know what that meant… the peacocks were about to spread their tail feathers.
As the boys began their flirtation techniques and muscle show, the girls took pictures of each other sprawled out on the rocky outcrop like Maxim models. With this whole show going on, several of the tourists stormed off to other beaches appalled by the young carefree flirtation of the locals. I couldn’t help but do Dave Chappelle impressions of the tourists reactions… “look at him, he loves it!” Of course Edmundo and I didn’t mind the show at all because it meant that the beach was less inhabited. I couldn’t really understand why it was such a problem for the tourists in the first place as the locals were very respectful of our space and had set up camp on the very far end of the bay.
The other family of four had stayed back as well, they seemed very down to earth, laid back, and most importantly aware of the lifestyles of young singles bonding at the beach. The boys splashed water on the girls, the girls squealed, they chased each other around, and threw each other in the water, they swam out into the sea and held each other. It was all fairly innocent in reality. But for some reason, it was highly offensive to many. One man said to his wife after he and their two kids had just arrived, “Honey, I think this beach may have been a mistake.” And on the word mistake, he motioned with his eyes to the locals.
Later, it was apparent that the locals on the far end of the beach were smoking something and this new family had had enough and left. But to Edmundo and I it seemed a little strange why anyone would travel to the Caribbean, if they were offended by pot smoking Rastafarians.
Edmundo spent his time going out for small snorkels while I waited on the beach taking pictures.
Anyway, just when we were starting to get sun sick and beached out, a friend joined us in the tree overhead. It was a not-so-small iguana that began eating the leaves off the tree just above us. We both quickly reached for our cameras and extended our beach stay by about 30 minutes.
We didn’t end up leaving the beach until 4:30. Back at the cabin, we were pretty well starved, so we had Chef Boyardee and ramen noodles with a view of a gorgeous rainbow forming over the water.
Now we’re ready for bed with the hopes of a big hike tomorrow!
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La version de Edmundo:
Día 6-
Abrí los ojos y el amanecer hacia un show con el cielo, no pude mantenerme con los ojos abiertos por mucho tiempo y dormí de nuevo, a los pocos minutos desperté de nuevo y Abra estaba tomando fotos del amanecer. Volví a dormir.
Cuando desperté, que creo fue a la hora después del amanecer Abra ya tenía el itinerario del día. Ir a la playa Trunk y reposar todo el día. Eso hicimos, solo que encontramos una vereda que lleva a una playa algo escondida y listo arena, sol y mar color esmeralda.
Durante el día desfilar muchos personajes y llego un grupo de locales con estilo Bob Marley y fue la sensación, fue como ver un programa de national geographic, con las hembras esperando a ser cortejadas por los machos y todo lo que esto rodea. En el inter las familias llegaban y se iban espantados por lo que veían, claro, solo algo subidito de todo con sus acercamientos, pero nada más.
Regresamos a cenar a la casa con un arcoíris de paisaje y burro resistimos todo el dia sin comida porque por la mañana fuimos al burrito Diner que se convirtió en el favorito.
Edmundo's Journal translated:
Day 6-
I opened my eyes and the dawn was making a show with the sky, I couldn’t keep my eyes open for long and I fell back asleep, a few minutes later I woke up again and Abra was taking pictures of the sunrise. I went back to sleep.
When I woke up, which I think was about an hour after sunrise Abra already had the itinerary for the day. We would go to Trunk Bay and relax at the beach all day. So that’s what we did, except we found a little path that went to a hidden beach, and well, sand, sun, and the emerald colored sea.
During the day several people came filing past and a group of locals with Bob Marley style came and they were a sensation, it was like watching a National geographic TV show, with the females waiting for the males to attend to them, and everything that implies.
Meanwhile, families arrived and they were frightened by what they saw, of course, the worse thing was just the closeness of their bodies, but nothing more.
We returned to eat at the house with a rainbow covering the landscape, and well we had gone the whole time at the beach without eating because we’d gone to the Donkey Diner in the morning which has become our favorite.
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La version de Edmundo:
Día 6-
Abrí los ojos y el amanecer hacia un show con el cielo, no pude mantenerme con los ojos abiertos por mucho tiempo y dormí de nuevo, a los pocos minutos desperté de nuevo y Abra estaba tomando fotos del amanecer. Volví a dormir.
Cuando desperté, que creo fue a la hora después del amanecer Abra ya tenía el itinerario del día. Ir a la playa Trunk y reposar todo el día. Eso hicimos, solo que encontramos una vereda que lleva a una playa algo escondida y listo arena, sol y mar color esmeralda.
Durante el día desfilar muchos personajes y llego un grupo de locales con estilo Bob Marley y fue la sensación, fue como ver un programa de national geographic, con las hembras esperando a ser cortejadas por los machos y todo lo que esto rodea. En el inter las familias llegaban y se iban espantados por lo que veían, claro, solo algo subidito de todo con sus acercamientos, pero nada más.
Regresamos a cenar a la casa con un arcoíris de paisaje y burro resistimos todo el dia sin comida porque por la mañana fuimos al burrito Diner que se convirtió en el favorito.
Edmundo's Journal translated:
Day 6-
I opened my eyes and the dawn was making a show with the sky, I couldn’t keep my eyes open for long and I fell back asleep, a few minutes later I woke up again and Abra was taking pictures of the sunrise. I went back to sleep.
When I woke up, which I think was about an hour after sunrise Abra already had the itinerary for the day. We would go to Trunk Bay and relax at the beach all day. So that’s what we did, except we found a little path that went to a hidden beach, and well, sand, sun, and the emerald colored sea.
During the day several people came filing past and a group of locals with Bob Marley style came and they were a sensation, it was like watching a National geographic TV show, with the females waiting for the males to attend to them, and everything that implies.
Meanwhile, families arrived and they were frightened by what they saw, of course, the worse thing was just the closeness of their bodies, but nothing more.
We returned to eat at the house with a rainbow covering the landscape, and well we had gone the whole time at the beach without eating because we’d gone to the Donkey Diner in the morning which has become our favorite.
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