Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
On Tuesday, we did a tour of Tobago - by accident, of course. It was my brilliant idea: Let's go to Parletuvier for lobster! Sounds great. So Richard and I set off on our trek to Parletuvier - neither one of us particularly clear on how to get there, but in possession of what turned out to be a very dodgy map. Needless to say, we took the long way! But in so doing we rediscovered (and for me, discovered) parts of Tobago we'd long forgotten, like the enormous silk cotton tree in Moriah, and the fort at Plymouth.
Oh - we in fact discovered, on arriving in Parletuvier after driving for 3 hours, that the lobster lady, Miss Jemma, was to be found in Speyside - on the other side of the island! We did make it there in the end, and the lobster with oodles of garlic butter was so worth it!
Here are some of the photos we took.
Over the course of my life, I must have driven down the road to Pigeon Point hundreds of times. You know, the beach facilities are quite a way in, and you have to pass by various little stalls selling sarongs and carved calabashes. Never, at least I don't think so, have I stopped at the beautiful stretch of beach that leads up to Pigeon Point - the part that's free!
Richard and I have been in Tobago for the best part of a week now, and in an attempt to reverse a terrible mistake we made by heading over to Store Bay on Ash Wednesday (all hundreds of people, boom boxes and girls wining on the beach included) I looked across the bay and saw an almost empty stretch of beach. I told Richard that's where we should go. And so we did.
Well, behold a pristine little beach, with a shallow reef so it's relatively calm, lots of trees you can sit under for shade, and almost the best part - it was quiet and near!
Here are some of the pictures I snapped there today.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
We were on holiday. And when I'm on holiday I completely reject any attempts to make plans that require sticking to a schedule and a time. So, Marlon spent a day drifting around Manhattan with Richard and I. First we hit the AIGA: the professional association for design where there was an exhibit of new design and on the second floor, Milton Glaser's work. There were also some very comfortable couches there, so we ended up having one of those long talks about dreams and hopes.
Then the plan was to spend several hours in the Met. But lunch, chatting and drifting got in the way, so we arrived at the Met with an hour and change to spare.
One of my favourite places at the Met is the Temple of Dendur. the temple is housed in a huge glass conservatory, and it's surrounded by water. Harry and Sally dreevayed through it in "when Harry Met Sally", and I visit that room everytime I go to the Met. The problem is, I never make it to anywhere else in the museum. Museum back always prevails, and that feeling of needing to escape no matter what! takes over.
So on this trip, I zoomed Richard and Marlon through the Temple room (made easier by the fact that most of it was protected by velvet ropes - there must have been a party planned for that night) and headed over to the Modern art section. To get there, where passed Roman history, as well as an incredible room displaying the art of Oceania - really spectacular. And of course, the Modern Art didn't disappoint. My favourites were the collection of Georgia O'Keefes (which, till then, I'd only seen in books) as well as some sensational Warhols.