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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Manatee Rides, Conch Ceviche, and Reggae
- Manatees. Just got back from a snorkeling and manatee tour on my fifth day in Caye Caulker. They let us ride the manatees, and man those suckers are hard to grab---and they didn't even give us saddles! ... Just kidding. We sat around on the boat for an hour watching the sea cows come up for breath. It was pretty cool to see real live manatees in the wild, but I got the point after twenty minutes. We then motored out to the barrier reef and snorkeled. Bunch of fish. Bunch of coral. Shit like that. My wife was freaking out cuz she loved it so much. It was cute.
- Conch. Upon arriving, I decided to only eat seafood while here, and it hasn't been too hard. Conch ceviche is everywhere. It's made by pulling a conch out of the water, ripping his slithery body out of the shell, throwing him into a mix of black pepper, lemon juice, habanero peppers and onions, and serving it up with chips. It's good, but I prefer fish and black mussels to conch for ceviche. Those meats are much less tough. Two nights ago I decided to eat two full dinners in one evening. I ate glazed pork chops at one place, then went down to the local party restaurant where the cook, "Wish Willy", grilled up the barracuda I'd caught a few hours before. If you haven't eaten fresh fish steaks over fire, you've got some living to do, son.
- Reggae. Does anyone take reggae seriously any more? I guess they do, considering that it's pumping out of every restaurant on this island. Not that I dislike the music, but the image of the reggae musician has become such a cultural icon---almost a caricature---that the whole genre seems contrived. Plus, it's based on a religion founded when the monarch of Ethiopia landed in Jamaica and the drought came to an end, so they decided to worship him as a god. It's not the 1970s and Bob Marley is not fighting imperialism. In 2006, isn't reggae just slightly more soulful than Jimmy Buffet?
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I hate you and your sunny beaches and ceviche and fresh fish and your smelling burning trash.
I'd kill to listen to a little cliche' reggae right now.
Alright, I'll take my envy and bitterness somewhere else for now, but it likely will return once you post pics.
I'd kill to listen to a little cliche' reggae right now.
Alright, I'll take my envy and bitterness somewhere else for now, but it likely will return once you post pics.
I am not a fan of salsa or merimba or any latin music, but when I was in the D.R. it started sounding nice after my 3rd or 12th El Presidente.
Try drinking more ethanol.
Try drinking more ethanol.
Again, I did not say I dislike reggae. My point is that in 2006, it's just slightly more soulful Jimmy Buffet. Nothing more.
Bob Marley is to reggae what The Beatles are to music....if you still don't get that after that bottle of sweet, sweet rum and those barracuda steaks, you may have the soul of Jimmy Buffett. You are missing the point, mon...and quit refering to me by my real name---I want a pen name too....maybe Lola...or Footie...all that aside, Lonnie and Mrs. Brunner are the best vacationers ever, even though they both checked email while on Fantasy Island! Some people just can't unplug....
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: 6:20 PM
Hey "Footie",
The blog ain't subtitled "blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon" for nuthin.
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