DAY FIVE: Wednesday,
12 May 2010
There’s a
reason why you drink an assload of water before you go to bed after drinking a
lot. Keeping your body hydrated keeps
you from being hung-over. It’s a trick
Dave knows well and has repeatedly worked for him.
Awaking at 6.15, it was time for
Dave’s morning pre-sunrise walk. Coming
out to the beach, Dave stopped and talked a short time with one of the
employees who sets out the chairs. His
name was Eddie, and was a very nice gentleman.
Once again, not only is it nice to talk to the locals, but call them by
name. They appreciate it, and will let
you know it.
Dave’s morning walk today would be
to go up to where we had dinner the night before (Somewhere at Coral Gardens
Passing the Sands (where Hemingway’s
was located), Dave could see the beaches along this stretch was even narrower
than what he’d seen earlier, and that was before factoring in high-tide. While there weren’t many people out this
early in the morning, Dave just can’t imagine how the guests at some of these
bigger resorts fight with each other for the very limited beach space. Again, it made Dave glad to be where they
were, as there was ample beach space.
Coming to the Beaches Resort, their
chairs were so packed together, it looked like two rows of movie theatre
seating (with about the same amount of room between the rows). Dave could tell when he entered the area of
the Beaches Resort, as he passed the security guard sitting at his station (under
his very own umbrella) at the border.
There were no friendly looks from the guard. Beaches even had their own dock, with a
security guard patrolling it (who was equipped with standard police issue
utility belt with everything but the firearm).
Dave couldn’t tell if the dock guard had pepper spray or a taser, or
both, but Dave figured if he lingered too long on the Beaches property he’d
find out the hard way. Passing another
security guard umbrella station meant that Dave passed out of the Beaches territory.
A short distance later, Dave passed
Somewhere, noted the reading of two miles on his pedometer, and turned around
to work his way back. What had started
off as an extremely overcast day, was now much brighter as the sun has burned
off most of the clouds. It was still
pretty dark to the west (out over the ocean), but whatever storm was out there
could stay out there. The net result of
the distant storm was still a lot of white cap waves crashing into the
shore. So keeping his normal pace, Dave
passed uneventfully through the glaring eyes at Beaches and made good time on the
two miles back to RWI.
Since Lee was up now, and getting
ready to head down to the beach, Dave went to the bakery across the road from
RWI for some cinnamon swirls to eat on the beach. Breakfast completed, Dave spent time enjoying
the good-sized waves coming into shore.
The best way is to get into water that is up to your collar bone, and
when the waves come at you, to leap over them.
If you do it right, and the waves are the right size, your head stays
above them and you’re ready for the next one a moment later. If you don’t do it right, you get a mouthful
of salty water that disorients you enough so the next wave takes you down. Obviously, Dave knows how to do this right.
After playing in the waves while
Lee sat on the beach reading, Dave came back in and read for a bit. Dave has to note that except for the plane
ride, his Ipod had not been used the entire time. Dave can listen to Ipod music any time, but
it’s only for this week he gets to listen to the ocean.
Deciding on an early lunch, Dave
& Lee went over to the IGA to get one of the fresh-baked “while you wait”
basil pesto pizzas. Grabbing some
Arizona Iced Tea and more Royalty Ginger Beer, Dave & Lee enjoyed that in
the shade of the patio. Mmmm, very good.
After relaxing a bit, it was time
to watch the sunset. Dave had his drink
in hand, but Jean-Luc was not working that night (so this one was normal
strength). It was a bit cloudy, so it
wasn’t as good of a sunset as it had been earlier in the week. Although in paradise, a “bad” sunset is rare.
Dave & Lee then wandered over
to Mango Reef for dinner. Lee had a
pasta dish, and Dave had the Jamaican Jerk Chicken. Both were very good. A warm chocolate cake was desert, also very
good. Once Dave got another rum punch,
we sat on the dock to listen to the crash of the waves in the dark. The wind was blowing decently, making other
white caps. Because it was high-tide,
the water would wash up the beach a bit, and then retract, leaving a smooth
shiny area. It was another ending to
another great day.
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