tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post116661182668531608..comments2024-02-10T08:13:07.736+00:00Comments on Round-The-World Barstool Blues: Another Jamaican momentFrooghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738623732860210935noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post-52392454032315691692010-01-18T00:17:33.093+00:002010-01-18T00:17:33.093+00:00Happy New Year, Mothman! Nice to have you stop by...Happy New Year, Mothman! Nice to have you stop by again.<br /><br />The weather's pretty frightful all across the northern hemisphere at the moment, isn't it? I would have thought you'd have left for Belize (or Haiti?) by now.Frooghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06738623732860210935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post-87570295400595940542010-01-14T12:22:00.856+00:002010-01-14T12:22:00.856+00:00Froogy, once again I am grateful to you for having...Froogy, once again I am grateful to you for having stirred fond memories. Outside here in the UK the snow lies foot-deep and the sky (as so often) resembles the inside of a pewter pisspot. But once again I am revelling in the memories you so kindly provide of jungle warmth (of all manner). Thanks :-)Mothmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post-67872085995314482622009-01-17T02:21:00.000+00:002009-01-17T02:21:00.000+00:00I can't believe you've forgotten the D &am...I can't believe you've forgotten the D & G girl, Mothman. You were drooling over her for days afterwards.<BR/><BR/>Very pretty, very sassy - and a terrifyingly reckless driver! And she wore these cute little backless black driving gloves....<BR/><BR/>Marvellous voice, too. Odd accent they have in Jamaica: in the blokes it often sounds like the needling slur of an aggressive drunk; but from the girls it can have such a deliciously playful lilt to it (a bit like Geordie and Glaswegian in that respect, I suppose).Frooghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06738623732860210935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post-49615135902313791532008-02-07T22:18:00.000+00:002008-02-07T22:18:00.000+00:00Pray give up the struggle, oh great Froog and shar...Pray give up the struggle, oh great Froog and share :-)<BR/><BR/>She wasn't too keen on the taste of the local WHITE chocolate either... :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post-19825298878952220722008-02-07T02:37:00.000+00:002008-02-07T02:37:00.000+00:00The chocolate tasted funny?I am struggling to cont...The chocolate tasted funny?<BR/><BR/>I am struggling to contain my innuendo-impulse.Frooghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06738623732860210935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33211583.post-66042019879185039702008-02-06T22:59:00.000+00:002008-02-06T22:59:00.000+00:00Froog, I finally found it and am beaming internall...Froog, I finally found it and am beaming internally at the happy recollections inspired by your beautifully-told tale of your brief visit to Jamaica. I have to confess that I had forgotten most of the details except for the chap with the revolver (who was almost certainly an off-duty copper, I gather).<BR/><BR/>The details of that trip are hazy. Even after reading the bit about the lady Desnoe and Geddes executive I do not recall her (unusual for me to forget hot totty - though to this day I smile when I see 'D & G' on designer fashions!) However, I certainly recall having made that trip up into the Blue Mountains with you - one of many that I made up there in pursuit of the dread Coffee Leaf Miner and other buggery (you have an excellent memory - it is a moth, oddly enough!)<BR/><BR/>I have happy memories of that and many other occasions sheltering in 'Mr. Sam's' Rum Shop near Mavis Bank (long since a victim of Hurricane Gilbert and resulting mudslides) sucking on rums and cokes and/or Red Stripe and waiting for the rain to finish...in no particular rush. Indeed, many similar episodes 'In The Wet' in rum shops and equivalents in various parts of Africa, the Far East, the Indian Ocean, south and central America and the Caribbean remind me of why I spend as litle time as possible in the frigid dump that my parents chose to call 'home'. I find the thunder of torrential tropical rain on tin roofs the most comforting sound on earth - closely followed by the equally deafening roar of the tree frogs that erupts soon afterwards. <BR/><BR/>The Blue Mountains have a particular magic and majesty, I find - only the Western Ghats in India match them for their vibrant melancholia. But the latter lack the uniquely atmospheric sound of the Solitaire - a bird whose intermittent, mournful whistling boom I can hear in my head now...the backdrop to many a Jack Higgins novel read by the warmth of pine cones burning in the grate to dispel the chill dampness of the mountain air. Four thousand feet below, Kingston - in its perennial blanket of steamy smog - would periodically become visible through the low clouds lazily drifting through the fingers of the rain forest and I would think "I'm glad I'm not down there".<BR/><BR/>Sadly the mountains in Belize are low, remote and with few cheap but civilised places to stay (though I am one of the few people who can access them through the bug work) - but I hope that when I am out there sometime you can come and enjoy a 'Belikin' or two with me ...not as good as Red Stripe but an atmospheric little 'Tropical Lite' nevertheless. <BR/><BR/>Great Days :-) I am glad that I was able to share it with someone who appreciated it. The Brown Eyed Girl's only comment about Jamaica was that the chocolate tasted funny!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com