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Dream Weaver

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , on February 10, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

 

I’ve just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind

Gary Wright

 

MALARONE is indicated for the prophylaxis of Plasmodium falciparum malaria.  I wouldn’t say I’m having vivid dreams just more dreams.  Just long dreams that seem to go on forever.  Is it the malarone, vacation or sleeping in the jungle near the beach in a house with plantation shutters and a constant breeze from the ocean?  I can’t say for sure but I don’t mind the entertainment at all.

 

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
Dream

REM

The Boxer

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , , on February 8, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

Simon & Garfunkel

Our friend, our coconut chasing dog, our guardian, and our occasional alarm clock as he chases his toy container across the front porch at 7 in  the morning.

Let me introduce in the jungle wood corner weighing 80 lbs at 7 months of age………………………………………………………………………………………….

Cassius Clay

Cassius Clay

Here Comes the Sun………I hope………..

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat, Uncategorized with tags , , on February 7, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Made in back to the main house, grabbed some water, Bates and Debbie decided on Panama Beer (Pilsner type Panamanian Beer).  Richard stopped by and kindly brought a green coconut,  brown coconut, noni fruit, bread fruit and akii fruit (acai ? except these were red).  We were hit by a couple of more showers and then the SUN came out.  HEATING up, blue sky 26.7 Celsius.  Turned on the fans, hooked up the IPOD and listened to Bates jam mix, mostly 80s which I like.  Played a relaxing game of up and down the river which I won. 

Parrots

Parrots

Welcome to the JUNGLE

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , , , on February 7, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Banana Tree

Banana Tree

Debbie and Jason

Debbie and Jason

Welcome to the jungle
We got fun ‘n’ games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease

GNR

 

Rain stopped or so we thought.  Bates, Debbie and myself headed west on the road along the coast.  We were met by Richard ex-computer high tech engineer who has lived on the Island for ~10 years.  We were given directions to his house and he met up with us.  No parrots and no monkeys to be found so we decided to trek into the jungle with Richard as our guide.  This Richard unlike the Richard Alpert from the Others had grey hair and is probably in his late 50s.  Machete equipped he lead us into the jungle chopping down walking sticks as we wandered deeper into the muddy humid landscape.  Only about 20 minutes into it we were met with a massive rainstorm.  Camera in my Exofficio shorts stayed remarkably dry.  The decision was made to head back after standing in the rain shower for about 15 minutes.  On the way back through a clear cut to the east of Richard’s house (which caused a massive landslide in Novemeber damaging his house) we happened upon a large group of white faced monkeys in the distance.  Monkeys check.  Smoke monster haven’t seen it yet.

Here Comes the Rain Again

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , , on February 7, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

Eurythmics

The rain falls hard on a hum-drum town

This town will drag you down.    

The Smiths

Well not if you have enough Cachaca, limes and sugar.  Wednesday, Thursday, Friday it rained, rained and rained. Did I mention the rain.  The house has a porch that wraps around 3/4 of the house.  The front faces the ocean which is now closer than normal.  The waves will occasionally crash up on the road which is in front of the house and runs along the coast or what used to be beach.  As you walk into the house from the front, first you navigate the stairs which lead up to the main floor one story up, the open kitchen is to your immediate left with a bar that goes around 3/4 of  the kitchen.  Gas stove, two sinks and a center island work space.  Stainless LG refrigerator! Appliances do not last long in the humid salty environment.  Books curl up with in hours of being in the house.  All windows have plantation shutters and with screens.  The breeze is constant and refreshing.  The cook/housekeeper Iris complains on how unusually cold it is.  (in Spanish of course).  20 to 22 Celsius is cold for Isla Colon.   22 = 71.6 F.

Once in a Lifetime

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , on February 6, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well…How did I get here?

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself, how do I work this?
And you may ask yourself, where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself; this is not my beautiful house!

Talking Heads

We arrived alive and a bit wet. 

Bluff Beach Retreat Main House

Bluff Beach Retreat Main in the Rain

Front Porch at Night

Front Porch at Night

Kitchen Lights

Kitchen Lights