Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,
The middle Tree and highest there that grew,
Sat like a Cormorant
Paradise Lost – John Milton
It was on a new continent that I pushed past the hustle and bustle of the main streets and followed the line along the shore. Further from the town piles of rejected drums lay like scattered rocks by the roadside.
The Garifuna are famous for their drumming.
A tiny island south of Mindoro and situated in amongst a cluster of other paradise islands it had its own deserted and white sandy beaches with a thriving town at one side designating the harbour.
On a boat to Caye Caulker a man had advised that the only good accommodation was three bamboo tree houses hidden away in a small bay further south; he kept repeating, “Go to the tree houses, go to the tree houses.”
April 1988
تسعة عشر. Girlfriends and Sisters Veintiuno. Alice Part 1