Beach Walk (1.75k)

A storm front is rolling in this morning so my planned beach swim has been nixed given the huge waves and the big, attention grabbing red flag signaling that it is not safe to go in the water.

Here’s the scene:

This has not however deterred the lone hat salesman from attempting to pedal his wares which, is either a testament to the Cuban work ethic, or their complete indifference to what is going on around them.  So instead of swimming, I’m going for a little beach walk (1.75k) to look for some rocks and shells n’ shit with the last of my Cuban-inspired albums, the ‘Essential Cuban Anthology‘.


Released on August 7th, 2009 on the Not Now Music label, this collection of 50 tracks included classic Cuban numbers from noted Cuban musicians like Beny More, Ruben Gonzalez, Compay Segundo, Celia Cruz, Perez Prado, Desi Arnaz and many more.

There’s not much more to say other than it’s interesting to hear some of the solo work from the same cast of compelling musicians featured in the Buena Vista Social Club album I listened to yesterday.

So with that being said, here’s a few photographs from the walk:


No swimming today…


“The sea was angry that day…”


Looking down the beach….

I think our plan for the rest of the day, given the current cool and windy conditions is to retire to the Main Concourse in one of the large comfy chairs, sip some Cuban coffee, read, and do a little people-watching.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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