Cruising life has many unique features. Defining myself, now more as a cruiser than a land dweller, my awareness is heightened. Here in George Town the cruising community has organized yoga on the beach on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday mornings. The beach towels are abundant with an equal representation of both men and women. It is inspiring to see the openness of each person seeking the benefits of inner peace.
Yesterday Dan made it a priority to find a suitable conch for us to sound at sunset along with the other boaters. This harbor has been my first experience of the bellow of conchs in unison when the sun dips below the horizon. Well, here’s the catch – when exactly do we sound the conch? If the sky is clear it seems the declaration is mostly in unison. It’s when there are clouds and maybe the trumpeters have not been paying close attention – the chorus is fragmented. It is a playful undertaking, without a director to keep us in time, to think of each participating vessel over this vast harbor bursting forth their sound at the designated time!
Being an old hippie hitchhiking is not foreign to me. I hitched a ride when I needed to and I gave rides when I had wheels. But, that was years ago! I had need to go to the lumberyard yesterday where I was told they sold seeds for sprouting and the way to get there was to hitchhike. Dan had other business so I ventured off alone. Was I wearing the proper clothes? – I wished I had on capris, not shorts. I walked deliberately for some time before I was able to turn around and face a car with my thumb extended. The first lift came right away and was with a man my age in a pick-up truck. I offered to get in the back but he insisted I could sit in the cab. I immediately found myself telling him my business as if to somehow justify my actions. We chatted about this island and his family and the 2+mile ride was over in no time. Heading back to town was easier for me; the local folks are very kind.
Dan tried his hand at hair styling yesterday. Our friends had given us a book with explicit details on a variety of styles. Dan attempted a layered cut with scissors and comb. He measured and cut and measured and cut; the results were satisfactory but not quite as dramatic as I had envisioned. In the end we ended up with spacers on an electric clippers. I sheared Dan and he sheared me!
Neighborhoods (in the harbor) change with great frequency. When we first arrived in George Town Harbor we anchored near Monument Beach with about a dozen other vessels. Within the first 24 hours there were 3 of us left. There was a prediction of stormy weather with high winds and folks sought greater protection. Reviewing the options we had for refuge we put out 3 anchors and safely sat it out. As the overall volume of boats has increased and the beach activities have alternated from one site to another, our neighbors have also increased; today we were joined by a super yacht that anchored a martini olive’s toss away from us! I was taken up with watching the activities on that vessel!We share stories with other cruisers and up until now we have been the newest –
I look forward to becoming one of the more seasoned travelers. Until then, one day leads into the next with white sand beaches to walk and do yoga on in the morning, warm water to swim in the afternoon and rum drinks at sunset…
