Brazil, Mangos and the Beach
I had promised MBJr. to take him to the beach this weekend, so after a morning trip to the Internet Cafe, Natty, MBJr. and I bundled into the Accord and made our way to Governor's Beach. It was the first time I had been to the beach since the hurricane. I have actually driven by there a few times before today, but it was looking all messed up, what with the extra sand which had been deposited all over the Seven Mile Beach area and with the trees which had been mowed down by the hurricane. When we got there today we saw that the area had been cleaned up nicely.
I suspect that the work was done by the big team of Jamaican workers that were brought over to clean up West Bay Road and all its environs in anticipation of the cruise ships coming back and tourists being allowed back into the island. The cleanup effort was massive, so much so that they have had teams of divers cleaning up the reefs along that stretch too.
Anyway, we all went down to the beach and let me tell you, the water was mega rough! Huge waves rolling in, bwoy! We went in still, MBJr. would have gone on pretty badly if we didn't, and we had a lot of fun. Basically, we stood up in the water, me holding MBJr. on my hip, and we played a game where we jumped the waves. They were so big that they would move you back several feet, and when the tops curled and broke just before the wave hit you, the water would sting, you see. The big waves which you couldn't jump, we just dived through, with MBJr. emerging sputtering and coughing, but refusing to come out of the water and dying for more! 
We only stayed there about forty five minutes though, as a hell of a rain burst from the heavens and began to drench the stuff we had on the beach. We raced with these back to the car, but by the time we got there, the rain was coming down fully, so we didn't get to do the niceties like dry off and brush off the sand from ourselves before getting into the car. Poor sweetheart, her floor was full of sand and her seats took on a fair amount of water and sand as well, as we simply jumped in to the car and took off. Still, a grand time was had by all. Next weekend, we go to Smith Cove! (Click on the 'Smith' hyperlink for a page with a brief description, and on the 'Cove' hyperlink for a page that gives Smith Cove a rating when comparing it to other snorkelling sites...)
I mentioned to Shoma about the roughness by the beach and she informed me that it is being caused by a Nor'easter which is blowing in toward the island. Apparently the old timers here say that when the Nor'easters start to come, that is a sign that the end of the hurricane season is here, and I want to say an "Amen!" to that one, brother!
Hey, did you know that they make fake mangos in Brazil? Yes, Iyah, its true! When Natty heard that Metre was going to be passing through early in the week, she immediately saddled up and went to Hurleys to stock up on fruit because she figured Metre would want some. This mango she bought survived Metres' visit and so I decided to nyam it this afternoon. People, the mango looked sweet you see! Its skin was a fiery red in some places and the a goldeny-orange in others and the mango was fat and firm. It had a full figure, looking like a cross between an East Indian and a Bombay mango, and it looked positively irie! No man, I mean to say, it did look suweeeeeet, Iyah! Mmmm!
Anyway, I cut a jaw and bit into the thing and bwoy, it tasted so phucking boring! Not bad really, but just watery, like a watermelon but not even as sweet as a watermelon! You could only tell that this thing was a mango by the consistency of the meat. It was such an awful excuse of a mango that I had to check the label which was stuck to the skin, and apparently it was a product of Brazil! 
Now I wonder if is so all things from Brasil stay, you know, looking real good but when it comes to the test, the things are not anywhere near as good as you'd expect?
Brasil, it have some fine looking women, you know, and when you see them getting on bad with the Samba dancing, or when you see them modelling on the "Mike in Brazil" website, you might look at them and feel like these are some goddesses among women to rass, but I am beginning to wonder if all of them just stay like this little floopsy mango? Look good but just perform so so, you know?
Bwoy, if is so them stay, I recommend to all my Caribbean brother's say oonoo don't boher to waste your time going to Brazil for Carnival or nothing like that, zeen? If a so, then nowhere nuh better than yard!
Of course, if you happen to know that the Brazillean ladies are not like the Brazillean mangos, well, sing out loud mek we hear, you zimi? 
Posted by Mad Bull at November 07, 2004 07:21 PM
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You know, sometimes I really wonder if you are starting to get as crazy as the mad in your name!
Exactly how does one make a fake mango though??
Is it some sort of bastard cousin to a mango? Genetically modified to look good perhaps!? If what you say is true then they need to work on the flavour and texture genes next.
Posted by: Dr. D. on November 7, 2004 11:34 PM
Mangoes are one thing but I hope they haven't faked their human capital as well.
I went out to the airport last week and bwoy the access road look really different. the sand on one side has now been relocated to the other. Many of the roadside fishing spots are nadda, missing, not there, gone
Looking forward to the end of the hurricane season though. Tired of watching weather channel.
Posted by: scratchie on November 8, 2004 07:45 AM
Well Mad Bull-I've always heard that the Caymans have some of the best snorkelling and scuba diving spots around. ONe find day I'll come for a visit since I do have cousins that are Caymanians.
Interesting comparison between Mangoes and Brazilian women. Me understand yu thinking.
Posted by: sunshine on November 8, 2004 08:53 AM
Yes MB, do tell how in the world they make fake mangoes. BTW, It don't matter if the woman dem as fake as the mango dem, for when one is seeking solely eye candy, it don't matter!
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Posted by: AngryDog on November 8, 2004 10:16 AM
Fake mango. Fake women. lol. what a comparison. Funny thought.
Most people(I really wanted to say men) will take a fake women over fake any kind of food any day. Not that either is good for your health
Posted by: Nena on November 8, 2004 12:55 PM
Well, the use of fake in fake mango here is an example of overstressing something to make a point. By calling the mango a fake mango, I hoped to give you all an idea of how far away from the usual taste this mango was... I guess I didn't do a good job... I'll try harder next time. 
Posted by: Mad Bull on November 8, 2004 04:48 PM
I told you seh you a get Mad!
Posted by: Dr. D. on November 8, 2004 08:52 PM
I understood exactly want you meant by fake mango Madbull.....Nothing, but nothing is like a good ole West Indian mango...wid de meat juicy and succulent.
Here in the wilds of Central Ontario we get mangoes from Mexico and Panama and all over the world but rarely from Jamaica or other West Indian islands unless you can get to a West Indian store...me live far from Toronto....so I understand the lack of substance to the taste of the mangoes of which you speak.
So saying, just like de mango, nuthing like a West Indian woman nuh true...(now, you can take that anyway you want, because although we fine and all some of we damn miserable fi true too.!)
Posted by: Ciya on November 9, 2004 10:39 AM
Chat bout, Ciya! You done know! (* looks nervously behind him to see if Natty is watching as this is typed *)
Some of oonoo mizarable fi true! 
Posted by: Mad Bull on November 10, 2004 01:52 PM
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You know, sometimes I really wonder if you are starting to get as crazy as the mad in your name!
Exactly how does one make a fake mango though??
Is it some sort of bastard cousin to a mango? Genetically modified to look good perhaps!? If what you say is true then they need to work on the flavour and texture genes next.
Posted by: Dr. D. on November 7, 2004 11:34 PM