Hello DJ, <<satellite dish>> We have, in Tobago, all the channels available that I had when visiting San Francisco. I saw quite a few DirectTV satellite dishes (Hughes) on rooftops while driving around on one-lane roads. If there is DirectTV, there ought to be DirectInternet. I will check on this last point. I have not been watching TV. I have turned local in a matter of minutes after arrival. I feel there is nothing out that is urgent, and we can leave the solution of all problems to the gentle passage of time. My wife was interested in following the Olympic skating events and is waiting for Ms. Kwan’s performance (did she perform yet?), and so she turns on the tube every so often for a hint of the TV.
Folks here tend to go to bed late, wake up early, and nap in the afternoon. I can deal with the Italian/Spanish schedule without a problem. Today we will be visiting with a pair of 80-year old folks relations (the man’s grandmother was a cousin of my grandmother) living on a plantation 10 minutes away. They sounded active on the phone, ‘going in the field’ and all that physical moving about. I can see why folks here seem to live quite easily to 80+. Their grandson is a 17-year old high school student in America, but representing Trinidad in swimming events around the world. The boy is number 4 in 200 meter freestyle in the world. I will meet the boy’s parents on Friday in Trinidad.
I observe that sprinting (Russian half-brother), triple jump (Russian niece) and swimming (this Tobago kid) are survival skills adequately represented in my bag of chromo seawater, and perhaps explain my tendency to avoid directly confronting the gods that are exercising the financial markets. Maurice, oops, no, I meant Mike, run, away, from the sounds, avoid the light, separate from the crowd, to fight another day.
<<weather …?>> Daily temperature range from 70-84 degrees Fahrenheit, humidity non-existent compared to Hong Kong, and windy at night. We avoid the air conditioning and keep our veranda doors wide open (12 feet), and internal doors closed (wind bangs them shut violently) and the sounds of crashing surf do not bother us. Existence here is very embryonic, and we wake up only with the first sunlight, eat only when hungry, and for the man, piss wherever we like. Heaven? Close. One warning, my wife is getting to enjoy talking with the flirting locals as well.
Chugs, Jay |
