Spent a weekend down in Stann Creek district, primarily to deliver a workshop on developing children and youth work (Maggie delivered it; I wrote things on paper). However, we took the opportunity for a spot of sight seeing. We were first given a tour around Dangriga, by two standard six students, one of whom could muster the most perfect Received Pronunciation accent, which we really should have recorded; I felt like I had a sat nav, only better!!!
We then popped down to Hopkins, a small village by the sea along an unpaved road, and spent a night there to give Maggie some time off and me some more sightseeing opportunity. It turned out it was 'English pub night', since its management was an English lady, so we had Fish and Chips and I had a can of Strongbow (I felt I couldn't pass by the chance of cider, however rubbish)! What with the election chat, it was a positively English evening. Except the lovely heat, the hot sea breeze and the pool...
On Sunday morning the English lady gave us a tour of the much more upmarket places next door, which were truly beautiful. She told me I now have the perfect location for my honeymoon; guess I just need a groom and some money, then...
The drive back took us through mountains, so I now have itchy feet for some walking!
Monday, 10 May 2010
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
on the merits or otherwise of paul scholes as a holding midfielder
this isn't about football, I promise! More about cultural heritage (which happens, just sometimes, to be football).
As mentioned, I spent the weekend on caye caulker, and hanging out in a hostel, met various travellers. Where I was staying seemed to have a majority of mainland Europeans and Australians, but I also met some English guys (and girls, but mostly guys) with whom I fairly promptly entered into a discussion about football. In fact, I was mostly listening, but did make at least one intelligent comment (well, I was complimented for it, but men can compliment you for knowing the names of any player beyond beckham, so this doesn't say much). Anyway, it was very refreshing to talk about football- and not just to talk about football, but to talk about football to blokes from Hull over a beer.
Which I claim, by a stretch of the imagination, to be something to do with cultural heritage.
As mentioned, I spent the weekend on caye caulker, and hanging out in a hostel, met various travellers. Where I was staying seemed to have a majority of mainland Europeans and Australians, but I also met some English guys (and girls, but mostly guys) with whom I fairly promptly entered into a discussion about football. In fact, I was mostly listening, but did make at least one intelligent comment (well, I was complimented for it, but men can compliment you for knowing the names of any player beyond beckham, so this doesn't say much). Anyway, it was very refreshing to talk about football- and not just to talk about football, but to talk about football to blokes from Hull over a beer.
Which I claim, by a stretch of the imagination, to be something to do with cultural heritage.
ooooooh heaven is a place on earth
and it's called caye caulker
(sorry to be blasphemous)
Anyway, I took a few days off for a trip out to caye caulker, which I have heard much raving about, and didn't believe could be as good as promised. However, despite loving to insist I'm an inland girl really, and prefer rocks and mountains and waterfalls and mountain streams to islands... I may be addicted. the island is a few miles long, and mostly narrower than one mile. It is three minutes on a boat from the barrier reef, and in every way wonderful. It's quite a travellers hideout but there's still a strong local presence with churches and a school, and in my experience, just really welcoming. Went snorkelling, saw stingrays and at least one nurse shark (which collided with my leg) and a barracuda (I think). Watched the sunset, twice. Swam in the sea. Read a lot. Met random travellers. Got the wanderlust!
lovely.
(sorry to be blasphemous)
Anyway, I took a few days off for a trip out to caye caulker, which I have heard much raving about, and didn't believe could be as good as promised. However, despite loving to insist I'm an inland girl really, and prefer rocks and mountains and waterfalls and mountain streams to islands... I may be addicted. the island is a few miles long, and mostly narrower than one mile. It is three minutes on a boat from the barrier reef, and in every way wonderful. It's quite a travellers hideout but there's still a strong local presence with churches and a school, and in my experience, just really welcoming. Went snorkelling, saw stingrays and at least one nurse shark (which collided with my leg) and a barracuda (I think). Watched the sunset, twice. Swam in the sea. Read a lot. Met random travellers. Got the wanderlust!
lovely.
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