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Date: 08-Jul-10 @ 05:38 AM -
Up a hill in a puddle
I went up a mountain called Ga Ga or Gui Gui or somesuch (I'm still having trouble with the dialect and there's only so many times you can say 'what?') with a Grenadian bloke, a German lass, and the missus (no Sitar, it's not a joke). It's a mountain covered in all sorts of jungle-like growth including very tall bamboo and a multitude of other green things whose name I don't know.
Where the clouds began is a mountain spring that feeds a pool. The Grenadian had, over the last umpteen years or so, planted all manner of colourful plants and redesigned the pool so that it could be emptied by removing a large plug (seriously, that's a good description). Once empty the pool refilled in minutes. The water was warm and fit to drink, and we sat for three hours slurping rum punch. The rum was absurdly strong and our spirits were soon as effervescent as the water. Sadly, I didn't see a star-fruit-eating monkey but we could hear them. A thing I didn't know was that the cashew fruit (yes, that gives the nut -- I checked, several times, and I'm confident that's what he said) is also tasty. Bliss.
An area lower down the mountain had been cleared of 'weeds', and my balcony is now full of big red flowers (some type of heliconia I think, but big). Some have some interesting bugs too.
There's also now a friendly bar on the island where locals can get into FruityLoops and Rebirth
-- so I'm hoping they'll be a few tunes posted here by Christmas.
Does anyone else feel that steel drums and trumpets fulfil a similar role in the bass-to-treble placement of sound? I'm hearing steel pans and thinking trumpets.