Bob's thoughts...

Another rather poetic email from Bob in Cartegena, I think the atmosphere was having an effect on him… read on …………. > Good Morning Heather I am sat on deck, clear blue skies, looking over the > morning scenes of Catagena waking up. The unreal juxter positions of The > gleaming Miami Vice skyline one side of the bay and the Majestic Domes of > Spanish Colonial military might languishing over the old walled city at the > other end of the Bay. The subtlety of the vista is enhanced by the background > blend of its audio rhythms! Starting with the near silence of the early > morning haze that imperceptibly morphs into the murmuring heartbeat of a > sleeping giant, the hum of what can only be the pressurized gurgleling of 1.6 > million coffee makers turning into the ratatatats of distant diesels and the > fluid swooping cawing sea birds being replaced by the demented buzz of a > frantic water taxi appearing from nowhere skimming the surface and then > vanishing into the fabric of the audio seascape. All the while the audio > backdrop continues to blur yet partner the visual lunacy of this meeting of > eras in one city at the halfway house between The North and South America's or > 300 years ago between North and Southern European expansionism. The > occaisonal other era formality of The long practiced rythyms of a marching > band drift in and out of earshot behind the indecipherable hum of the rising > breaths of the Giant as the populace of Cartagena starts to power up its veins > of Narrow overcrowded streets and alleys. The soup of city sound is made all > the more homogeneous by the clarity and overpowering volume of dropped food in > the enclosure that pens in the towering megalosaurus and diplodocus eating > containers from ships that strayed too close. ................... > All very chilled and laid back here on Daisy this morning, we got up early to > dingy Graeme to shore to get his flight and then went to bed for more shut-eye > before relaxing under the bimini to soak up the start of the day. At 9:30am > Paul went down below because it was too hot for him on deck. Eddie is still in > Bed. Last night we went to the old city and had dinner in one of the outside > plazas.