by Greg Moore with Yvonne Nelson Blemmy.
It was time to get away but first I had to be interviewed
by Greg Moore with Yvonne Nelson Blemmy.
next morning, we were up and at the airport
getting food for breakfast
as Suzanne had her coffee
and we were off and then in Charlotte
where Suzanne had her next cup of coffee at Starbucks
and I went to Quizno's
so that when the flight left
I could eat my sandwich
and she could eat hers
and after some time in the air
we found ourselves at grand Cayman airport
where this gentleman served me a drink
and we admired a few of the duty free shops
before we were off again flying over Grand Cayman
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before we approached Little Cayman
with the gauges telling us were were coming down
before we admired the sights
and then landed and were met by Trevor
who guided us to our house where we saw this view from the porch
as Peter appeared with drink
and food.
This left us desiring to not go out but rather to enjoy a dinner of omelettes
as Suzanne
me
Seva
and peter caught up on experiences in New Jersey and Florida.
The next morning, I woke up and looked down on our front yard
overlooking the sea
and then went down to the sea to see what our house looked like
as Suzanne came down
and we headed off for a walk sans camera. On our return, Seva was on the porch
and after looking at the path to the sea
we went inside where we recorded the leg situations
as Suzanne had her coffee
with Peter
and my coffee
and Fiber One bar
accompanied the water
that propelled Peter to organize the kayak
so that he and Suzanne could work their way
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and then work their way back
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After preparations, we embarked towards the north shore and Jackson's Point. Along my walk I ran into an Iguana crossing
but there were none along the road
and then I came to the crossroads
and the historic anchorage
and as I was reading the signs about the preserved area
and the rules for greenness
I saw bicycles approaching from the distance
and there appeared Seva
and Suzanne
and so we made our way down the path
to the sculpture
and on to the beach where we found the private bench
and this housing advertisement
for what would be our first palapa.
We looked out at the beach
and noticed a diving boat in the distance
from which a diver was emerging
as others watched
and then Peter gave directions to the person we met on the beach
and we gathered artifacts of the coral
before settling in to lunch
as the others snorkeled out
under our watchful gaze.
Peter and Seva went into the water
as I said good bye to the beach
and began my walk back catching a license plate
and a stop sign
before reaching home
where we settled in for drinks
and then watched the sun set
and darkness rise
until Martha arrived
to take us to Pirates Point
where we were served dinner -- vegetarian
and not
before recording our dinner companions Walt and Denise from Eau Claire, Wisconsin (he a retired cop after 35 years).
Dessert was served
and we admired the various sculptures that had been made from found objects before heading back and calling it a night.
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Next morning we awoke to this scene which doesn't quite show the wind that was blowing
and Suzanne
Seva
and I
decided to go for a walk starting by recording our sign
and then the private house
with the restricted breeding ground
and the conch holiday greetings
before reaching the Southern Cross where we recorded the dinner menu
and met the manager
before recording the sign for the roadside stand which sold shells and gave domino lessons
but it was closed and so we marched on past The Club
to the Little Cayman Beach resort
where we took the obligatory phone booth photo
recorded the sculptures of found objects
and the large screen where the Super Bowl might be shown
and then ran into an iguana and took many photos.
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and then the church
and onward we found a little lizard
as we made our way past the district office which also housed the post office
with the post boxes
and the trail marker
as we saw more signs protecting the iguana
and a welcome/farewell sign
as we marched on
until we reached the hungry iguana
where we saw the Super Bowl tire.
Back at home, Peter returned and (in my myopic telling of the tale) told the story of his morning dive
and then lunch was made
and drinks were mixed
so that we could claim our boat
and make our way across the sea
in the direction of Owen Island
where we docked and pulled the boat ashore
as we looked back
and then brought the boat safely ashore
checked out the palapa
and Peter pulled his hat
out of his bag
and we began to explore the island
from our sheltered beach
and then drinks
and cups were distributed
and enjoyed.
Back on the mainland, we made our way to the Hungry Iguana and along the way we ran into Paulette
and Walter
before we recorded first sunset views along the way
and then from the back of the restaurant
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and shine
and as we left the beach
we once again recorded the Super Bowl tire swing
and then settled into the menu
noting that it was fajita night
and recorded the drink menu
as Suzanne
Seva
Peter
and I
watched the last wisp of sunset
and had our drinks -- rum punch and daquiri --
as the conch fritters arrived
and I admired the condiments
before we moved inside where under the huge fish
we had our tortillas
and condiments
and fajita
as Suzanne had her jerk chicken
and I constructed my bits of meal
as Seva received her mudslide
Peter received his keylime pie
and I received my rum cake.
Seva and Suzanne shared the mudslide and then we made our way home.
Next morning, Suzanne
and I
joined Seva
for coffee
and then we began our walk past the houses on our site
and along the sea
and houses
until we came to a palm tree being trimmed (and the coconuts being removed to avoid litigation
and then we made our way past the Southern Cross Club
where our footsteps
went past the multicolored structures
with the ship at sea
and as Suzanne and Seva
past those structures
I arrived at the Conch Club
where this was the scene
and these were the coconuts
as Suzanne and Seva joined me
as we looked out at Owen Island
and then down the beach
and into the sky which appeared to be clearing
and so we made our way
path the monument of unknown reason
and the conch table
as we proceeded past the construction vehicle
and landed at the sea
where we swam and then made our footsteps
along the sea
and found our way back
stopping to enjoy some sea sponge
kayaks along the shore
and the Gilligan's Island shower
before we returned, I enjoyed my beer
and Peter returned from his dive and told us the tale of life at 101 feet below.
While we were preparing to head out, Tom appeared
and as the beer bottle was going away
Peter spoke with Tom about his Kansas City roots, his house on the north shore and his windsurfing life.
As Tom was surfing away, we were studying the rum runner
putting it in the blender
recording the ingredients
adding ice
and after making sandwiches
blending the drinks we would bring to the island
and eating our sandwiches
and apples
before pouring the drinks and heading off to the island. Having recorded the day before, I didn't bring my camera this day and so missed a few experiences, including the walk across the sea more than halfway back to Southern cross and the boat ride into town to the grocery store. Gentle reader, you will need to use your imagination to see us in shoulder height water far off shore wondering whether to continue and our attempt to dock the boat on the concrete pier in town.
We headed out to the Southern Cross Club for dinner
where the hostess greeted us
and Fernando the bartender came to take our orders
as bread was served
along with proscuito and cantaloupe for the meat eaters
and fritters for the vegetarian
as our drinks were brought
and Peter shared an important article about the benefits of food photography
as our main courses arrived
along with wine for those who were imbibing.
Desert was fruit salad
and pumpkin pie though we were assured that the best dessert was the date square.
After dinner, we were photographed in the kitchen with the cooks
by the manager who then posed with Suzanne and Seva.
We recorded the ghostly figure
and I noticed that our shadows would not be photographed as we walked home
to have coffee
and conversation as we wondered if the storm was going to last.
The next day looked a bit ominous
as Suzanne looked out
and a frigate flew overhead
as Suzanne read her book
and I
prepared for Cheerios
and milk
as Seva washed dishes
and my cereal
and Peter's coffee
prepared us to use our new drink mixer
and make sandwiches
as we filled the blender
added a banana
blended
and began to pour the drinks
but before we could leave we had to record the leg wounds
and then we could head to the island which was kindly shared with us
and dock the boat
as we looked back to the house we had come from
and studied the palapa
before the water was tested
and Suzanne
and Peter settled
before Suzanne and I experienced our Gilligan's Island palapa fantasy
and then I went inland on the island to explore before hitting a number of dead ends and deciding that it would be more fun to walk around the island which I did sans camera.
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and then left our towels
to record some crab movement
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so we loaded up the boat
and pulled away from the docking site noticing that we had left some paint on the sand
and so after washing away the paint
Suzanne
Seva
Peter and
I
observed the people and the scenery
before we docked
behind the big boat
and had our drink glasses
filled
and food
and drink
made Suzanne emerge as a screen saver
while Peter considered going fishing
Suzanne enjoyed the hammock
and we observed a boat passing
and birds overhead
as Peter fished
and Suzanne kayaked
before we headed to the porch because the weather turned.
We headed off in the drizzle to the Little Cayman Beach Club where Peter
Seva
Suzanne
and I
looked beyond the decorations
to watch the Super Bowl
and pina coladas were served
along with a quesadilla
and then Suzanne's salad
Seva's burger
and my pizza arrived
as our group photo was taken
by Teresa
and Peter enjoyed his Thai salad.
Back at home, a lizard appeared and so we called it a night.
The next morning the camera didn't seem right but this picture came out ok despite the squeaky noise it was making
but the nervous shutter didn't like this picture
until Peter touched the compartment
and I was in business again able to register myself
and Suzanne
not to mention the flowers on the table
and the toaster where I made breakfast
and added butter
and coffee.
Outside, I could record the views of a beautiful day
and watch our coconuts large
and small mature
as sandwiches were made
and Seva was registered for the day
even as we poured the drinks.
I took some scenic pictures of the flowers and trees
while we waited for Trevor who took us to Point of Sand on the east end of the island
and unloaded our bikes
as we unpacked and
explored the palapa that was there
before heading down to the beach
and admiring the beach chairs that were there
before examining the situation to decide if the tide was in or out (it was in).
As we walked along the sand, we were surprised at the amount of detritus
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I walked down the shore amid driftwood
and beach scenes
including floating markers
and conch shells
that you could zoom into
and then marched
towards the first house where there were beach chairs
in front of a lovely setting
and continued past the first dock
noting the reef coming into the water
as I passed this shelter
and the reef was solid
as I came to this house
with a remarkable conch collection
and then continued on as I began to see the part of the island where we lived
before heading back
and seeing Suzanne reading in the palapa
as a lizard emerged
and we recorded wedding notes
before settling in for lunch.
Back at home, I drank our last beer
and recorded the moon
over the palms
and tried to record the sunset
before going to see Trevor who showed me the fish he had caught.
After recording our poem
and some moon shots
before we went back to Pirates Point and Suzanne sat in the captain's chair
as I recorded more found art sculptures
before we settled in for these rolls
and main course
as we were seated with Mike and Jody whose visit to the island was in the tradition of the other criminals who illicitly keep funds in the Caymans.
The dessert was very rich whether presented correctly
or in reverse
and this sign in the bathroom set the scene.
It was our last day and so Suzanne
Seva
and I
had to say our good byes to the scenery
as did Peter
and our bags were loaded into Trevor's truck
for the trip to the airfield where the fire truck was warming up
but we were able to record yet another airport
which amused Suzanne
and down the road we could differentiate the road on one side
from the runway on the other
especially as the plane approached
and the people got off
at Gate 1 in Terminal A.
Despite having not cleared security, we boarded
and checked out the instruments
before flying over Little Cayman
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until we landed in Grand Cayman
and saw this structure which was the airport
before we made our way to the incompetent car rental site where Suzanne waited as the agent
finally signed us up for this car
so that we could head to the public beach which we rejected
before heading to the beach at the Westin
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with a parasailer
above him
before adjourning to lunch where this was the menu
and these were the bushwhackers
which Seva
and Suzanne enjoyed
as Peter tasted
and I
watched Peter's drink arrive
accompanied by the arrival of a lizard on the nearby wall.
Suzanne had a sandwich
and I had a wrap
accompanied by chips
the other half of the wrap
and a pickle.
After lunch, we were left off at the airport
so that we could proceed through Gate 3 on our way home.
Peter was nice enough to share with me these photos he took of our life in Little Cayman
and of their lunch at Michael's (going for the trifecta) on Grand Cayman
