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jenNYC > 25. Catch yourself kneeling on one knee to capture an image. The best angle is not always found standing up.
jenNYC > Red Rocks and DixonWe've booked our last two night at Calabishie Lodges and arrive just before dusk. With just a little daylight left, we venture up behind the hills of the guesthouse to Red Rocks, a red clay outcropping over the sea. We make our way past a very friendly one-room house (five people live there!) and continue walking through a small grove of passion fruit trees. We walk past more gardens and onto a house under construction where we meet Dixon, the owner and builder of the house. He happily gives us a tour of his land, which extends all the way to Red Rocks. He says his family owned many lots of land in this area, his father is German, his mother Domincan, his siblings scattered all over the world. He chose to stay in Calabishie, build a house, and grow fruits and vegetables on his land. He takes us out to the cliffs of Red Rock, and although the sun is rapidly setting, the scene is indeed beautiful, the red clay cliffs jutting out into the sea, the sun low and heavy on the horizon. He is proud of his land, and it is evident he loves to share the beauty with others. We walk back to his small house, which he is building on his own, and it is evident that he has an artistic eye. The landscaping is done with thought and the walkways are covered in patterns of beautiful mosaic tiles. "I have all kinds of fruits growing here, would you like tangerines?" We say yes, and he starts to pick tangerines from his tree. "Life gives to you, you give to others. This is what life is about." Soon, our arms are so overflowing that we have to tell him to stop. We stumble back down the hill to the hotels, our arms full and pockets stuffed with the sweet fruit. Bananas riping in the sun
jenNYC > Batibou Beach Next, we're off to find Batibou Beach, a site where they filmed parts of Pirates of Caribbean II. The directions we originally were given were "Drive over five bridges from town, then turn down the first dirt road on your right. Be sure to count even the small bridges." We wisely ask for more directions, and end up picking up a local who says it is on his way. We pass a bridge and he tell us to turn down a small overgrown dirt path. There's no way we would have recognized it as something you could drive a vehicle through. As we drive down the path, our self-designated guide tell us with a slight note of sadness that the land is owned by a family, but the father passed away and the son moved back to England. As a result, the land and the roads have slowly fallen into disrepair. As we round a corner, we see that the road has been completely covered by a mudslide. As we inch close the SUV gets stuck in the mud and we spend some time getting the SUV out (thank goodness for four-wheel drive). We decide to walk down to the beach from that spot. The beach is beautiful with palm trees hanging over the water. Our guide walks down with us, hangs out for a bit to chat and watch us swim. He then disappears down the beach. I have no idea where he could possibly be going because the beach is totally deserted and there doesn't appear to be an sort of civilization anywhere close.
jenNYC > Village Life We head back to the grocery store for dinner, and the cook and her daughter sets up a table in the back of the store, on the beach over looking the water. It makes for a nice final meal in Dominica. Afterwards, we met up with Ken and Carol (from Veranda View) and some other local expats at Coconutz, a quirky beach grill/bar owned by Carol Ann, a Canadian emigre. She's tremendously excited about her new venture, and eagerly gives us a tour of the place, which was once a tiny shop. The atmosphere is lively and celebratory, and we have a fun time talking with the expats about Dominican life. We also get the scoop on Calabishie, proving that small town gossip exists in all parts of the world. I ask about an area in town where every day the same men just hang out all day long. Carol Ann explains that they don't need to do that much work in order to get by. And many don't have families to support because they don't marry. Children are raised by their mothers, and many children don't even know who their father is. This explains the single status of many of the men we've met, and why when I ask "Do you have any children?" the reply is usually "I'm not even sure how many." Typical Dominican building.
25. Catch yourself kneeling on one knee to capture an image. The best angle is not always found standing up.
jenNYC > 25. Catch yourself kneeling on one knee to capture an image. The best angle is not always found standing up.
25. Catch yourself kneeling on one knee to capture an image. The best angle is not always found standing up.
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