Monthly Archives: February 2006
tra la laa!
ok, been a while since i last wrote, i will be brief but sincere.
been struggling for inspiration for a while and then – monday morning on the way to work – whammo!!! hit me straight between the eyes!! on a monday morning ??
the scene – driving into palma from my apartment, as you enter the city the sea front is one huge great horse shoe shape. it doesnt actually make it through 180 degrees but gets really close. Monday morning was spectacular! i entered the city on the west side, i was overlooking the bay, the harbour, the boat yard and in the background some mountains. being slightly on a hill the elevation gave me a perfect shot of the sun rising over the hills – a beautiful sight – only one tune to play – chemical brothers – star guitar. last time i played this was on my drive into the alentejo – you can read about that in the archives section. The alentejo drive was far more inspiring (http://spaces.msn.com/maretatonel/?_c02_owner=1#toppage) but for now, i will keep trying with mallorca.
In stark contrast to the previous friday, it rained ALL day, snow on the mountains and freezing cold everywhere else. rained so hard that the drains overflowed in palma and all over the island, rivers of raw sewage in the roads, on the pavements – heavenly.
i managed to work all weekend at mikes house and also late into the evening last night , hence my time away from the pc.
still cycling to work and running in the evenings but did nothing all of last week – i managed another black toe that stopped me from doing anything for 5 days but this morning got up super early to cycle 10 kms to work.
spoke with sandra on msn the other day – i enjoyed that.
not heard sight nor sound of james cole
miss my friends in portugal
miss my house
miss my beaches
miss my cats
its funny how you suddenly remember something from years and years ago
today i was working in the container ,listening to mallorcas dance music staion when a groovers tune came on and i found myself weaving my hands in the air – like i was trying to swat a fly.
suddenly, like a swift kick in the nuts – something came to me.
years ago when as a family we frequented the brownsover social club, me and my sister used to laugh at my mom when she was dancing. her hands in the air, pulling them down hand over hand almost as if she were climbing a rope.
little did we know way back in the day, some 20+ years ago that my mom was infact pioneering the mystifying art of modern day rave dancing – in the heart of the midlands.
the dance was of course slow to catch on – more infact, the youth were waiting for suitable music to modify this new dance routine but today in dancehalls across the globe you can watch the youngsters performing this exact dance and many similar strains and variations of these moves – some will even add lib as they copy their unsung hero of dance – MY MOM.
of course – in the very early stages of arthritis, the leg work could not be performed. This was copied from my grandma as she wobbled and hobbled across the dance floor trying to keep up with my mom – the modern strain of this dance is called break dancing. in a fitting tribute to my grandma, modern break dancers will even use props to assist in their act , such as zimmer frames and walking sticks – something that my grandma still uses to this day!!
all of you that set your space settings to private, then look at my space – DUMB ASS´S
probably the exact same people that sell on ebay but will only post to the uk – what difference does it make? you gotta go to the post office anyway!!!!
du duh dumb!!!
well that was pretty cool.
worked through lunch and finished at 4pm to hit the beach.
this pegeura beach lines up pretty good. tried the longboard first but couldnt catch anything to talk about so swapped to the mini mal. good call.
had two absolute beauties, well chuffed. was cold tonight though, mike tells me there is a snow warning for the hills above 1000metres———chilly willy, and aparently there will be swell all week.
so when i got changed and started driving back to the bar i was a happy little boy. the clouds were all kind of shapes and sizes and interrupted by evening blue skies, some clouds red, others white, a few dark grey , an awesome display of natural colour….life is good
work is hotting up – there is talk of weekend work this week, the extra wonga is always a welcome extra.
i am a little surfed out tonight so not too inspired to write a novel but will no doubt be here again later in the week.
feel free to provoke my next entry with some comments for me to talk about
Imagine a rock a thousand miles high. Once, every thousand years a bird lands on the rock, wipes it´s beak on it and flies off.
When the bird has worn the rock away, that will be the first second of the dawn of eternity.
Ok, i have a little more time this morning, normally i sit here at night and have loads to do and rush my arse off, so let me fill you all in (not literally of course!)
The week has been pretty normal. I havent worked on cinderella very much at all this week. I miss her calmness and tranquility. Instead, two other boats have seen my attention. fifty fifty in for a major refit – seems like complete chaos and i wonder how mike keeps track of it all, and a new boat maya ray. she is very beautiful with the most elegant lines i have ever seen of a boat – and when you get inside – oh my god! this is a fully functional babe lair! any chick would be helpless in its power – probably the sexiest and classiest ship in the yard! I will try to grab a few photos of her this week to show you all.
We had some high winds this week again but it brought in a good swell. Mike likes to ride the waves too so by three pm yesterday he said we have to pack up work and go surfing!!! we were a little late leaving, maybe by 3.30 and i was getting stressed!! surf was on and we were running behind time.
As we left Palma and hit the motorway – the beauty of life hit me once more! COME ON – i cried as we drove away from the city. Mike wondered why? blue skies, the meditereanean to my left, tree clad mountains to my right and i was heading to the beach for a few hours before sunset – remember- this is what life is all about!!! well for me anyway – others prefer the thrill of working their lives away , well you can keep that – i know which i prefer!
We hit a local break called Peguera, a sandy bay with a break water to the right. The waves were good. Maybe a metre and a half on the sets, maybe a little more, wind was light, so light i couldnt tell you which way it was blowing. The sea smelled like shit – mike tells me that is because of the seaweed but i reckon that it might be because of the spanish that swim in it
I surfed for what must have been two hours before getting out with white fingers and toes from the cold. I had finally caought a few decent waves, had some long rides and not got murdered into the bargain.
For the first time since i can remember – i felt good again. I left the beach barefoot with sand on my feet and between my toes. For you i guess that might feel uncomfortable but for me, it is one of the best comforts i can have. For the first time in ages, i had sand in my bed! living so close to the beach and having a european lifestyle means getting sand in your bed is a regular occurance.
You leave the beach after a days surf or general beach loafing – you leave barefoot and when you get home at 7 in the evening, you go to bed and sleep until 11 – 11.30 when you get up , shower and head out for the evening. The sand from your feet stays in you bed – a constant reminder of the lifestyle you live – and i like it too.
Today, the wind is blowing a hoolie again but tomorrow the swell is forecast at 3 metres so we will head out again, this time with craig, my landlord.
Last night i managed to loose my car key so i am currently on my spare. I am at a loss – i have no idea where it is but what really pisses me off is that i am going to have to clean the apartment from top to bottom to find it!!! could use a clean though – havent done it since i got here over a month ago………dirty bachelor!
Reckon i have pulled a muscle in my leg too – on thursday night after cycling to and from work , i decided that i was still too full of beans so went for a run. I managed the run across the beach and to the stairs in good time but a quarter of the way up the stairs i was dead – completely out of breath and strength and with what i thought was a cramp in my leg – i managed to hobble home.
today it hurts – like a pulled muscle , not a cramp – sometimes i can be such a twat! – yes russ, only sometimes !
Had an e mail from the posh totty in portugal, she says ´summer has arrived´. Ok , for you stuck in blighty i guess it hasnt but in portugal and also in mallorca it is already getting warm. even in todays wind, i am out in jeans, t shirt and flip flops……….oh yeah !!!!!!
maybe i will leave you with that thought for a while ?????