Yesterday’s post reminded me that I hadn’t finished putting up pictures from my trip.
So, ‘my’ part of Jamaica is a string of fishing villages that have turned themselves into a tourist destination. In October, over the course of Heroes Weekend (mid-month), they host a fishing tournament that includes boat races and a who-can-drink-a-Red-Stripe-fastest contest and other funny business. This trip was the first time I was down in October, so of course I went to the tournament. Here are a few quick-takes from the final day.
There were a few different soccer games underway when I arrived. I was in a growing crowd of people on shore waiting for the last of the fishermen to come back so we could see if anyone had caught anything to top the 4o-pounder that had been caught on day two.
I love how in his own world the boy in the first two photos is … but I was also a little distressed by how he kept disappearing between the boats. I was sure he was going to be hurt, but he was fine. It’s a different child in the last picture. I just liked the way his position in relationship to the boat makes me think of the word ‘longing.’ Definitely a feeling I can relate to!
Here’s another shot of Kenrick, who is somewhat annoyingly camera shy (says the woman who is painfully camera shy). Whenever he saw me raise my camera, he turned away. The few pictures I caught of him were all from far away so he wouldn’t know I was stealing his image.
And then there’s this man, who I don’t know at all, but I was fascinated by how much he reminded me of the actor who played Omar on The Wire. I suspect Omar would like this part of Jamaica (lots of pretty, light-skinned young men) … though I’m not sure Jamaica would be too crazy about Omar! (Digression: saying that about Omar reminded me of a young woman I met at the conference on Tuesday. She was telling us about her work (researcher) and said, “Black men are my main focus.” It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut and not let everyone at the table know that my main focus is black men, too!)
This is Ted, one of the boatmen who gives water tours. I was just snapping photos, not really paying attention (waiting for my next chance to try catching Kenrick), and when I looked back through my photos at the end of the day, I really liked this trio. I love the look of the boy in the second and third photo, love the way Ted is lifting him so casually, so easily, as if he weighs no more than a handful of seawater!
The first photo is Ted’s boat, Di Evil Tings, another of my favorite boat names. It’s Ted again in the second two shots, maybe practicing for the boat races, maybe just showing off a little because we were all wanting to see a little action while we waited for those last fishermen. Either way, I find this one of the coolest (and scariest) things the boatmen do. I’ve been in one of these boats when it’s been up out of the water in a similar way … and my heart was in my throat the whole time!
So, as I was saying about Omar … this man is a bit old for Omar’s taste, but you get the idea. I don’t know who this man is, but his clothes interested me. I am naive enough to continue to be surprised by how certain parts of American culture are adopted (and adapted) in other countries. I’m not sure I want to see my students and their friends running around with this adaptation of the low-slung pants, but I’d be happy if my students and their friends stopped running around with any of the more familiar versions!
I might have found this guy interesting … if he had done anything more than sit beside me and stare at me. For a LONG time. Finally I asked if I could take his picture. He seemed surprised, wanted to know why I wanted his picture. I went for honesty: “You’re just sitting here staring at me, I figure I should get something out of it, too.” He thought about it for a minute, then agreed to let me take his picture. This is his serious, picture-taking face. And, yes, this face looks just like the other expressions he tried out before settling on this one. I once heard Sting say that everyone has three expressions (and he then went on to show that he, in fact, only had two) … well, this guy seems to have only one.
And finally here is a fisherman bringing in his big catch. This wasn’t the first prize fish, but it was plenty big enough for me. In the background is the El Tazar (the red boat). That’s the boat that caught the winning fish.
Sadly, by the time the fishing prizes and trophies were awarded and the boat races were won, it was so late I started back for the house. So I didn’t get to see the beer drinking contest or any of the other funny bits. Maybe next year!