Ted Meinhover Tedericco

14Aug/110

Country Driving

23Jul/110

Another North Coast Jaunt

James Bond Beach

 

25Apr/110

Football in the Jungle

The concrete steps that were the seats of the Arnette Gardens football stadium had all day to absorb the direct Caribbean sunshine, and our butts paid the price as we sat down for a Sunday afternoon of Jamaican football.

 

Tivoli Vs Boystown, semifinals of the Flow Cup

A fascinating and surprising aspect of the afternoon was the halftime sexy dance contest (this video is intended for mature audiences). The notion of sexuality and modesty is much different from that of this shy Minnesota-raised lad who feels compelled to avert his eyes at the first hint of female exploitation.

 

 

Arnett Gardens Stadium

A friend lent me a Tivoli Gardens jersey (orange and white). Lucky for me, Tivoli went ahead to win the day.

 

The open and perfectly acceptable drug use in the bleachers was another aspect of this particular game that I was not entirely prepared for. I had no trouble relaxing, in any case, as the billows of smoke drifted about from every direction.

Even the snack vendors were pushing the stuff - "cigarettes, peanuts, high grade..."

"Peanuts, high grade"

"Peanuts, high grade"

 

13Apr/110

Permaculture and Rastas in the Jamaican hills

The EITS Cafe (pronounced Eats) is the latest addition to the venture that already included the Mount Edge Guesthouse and the Food Basket Jamaica. The organic farm apparently grew out of the original guesthouse, and is becoming a bit of a mecca in the mountains overlooking Kingston for travelers, foodies, and environmentalists attracted by the organic lifestyle and the idea of a sustainable existence. It doesn't hurt that it is on a tropical Caribbean island, where a seen thrown in a hole has a good chance of quickly bearing fruit with very little encouragement.
The Cafe has, so far, only been open on the weekends, offering a custom menu each week based on whatever is available from the crops that week.
4Apr/111

Chirp, chirp…

No, not that kind of cricket!

A game that has always mystified, or perhaps simply never interested, me, my first voyage into the world of cricket was a joy. The England Lions made the trip across the Atlantic to take on the Jamaica team, here in Kingston at Sabina Park.

Sabina Park, now a gorgeous stadium near downtown, was redone in order to house the 2007 ICC World Cup, an event local Jamaicans still talk about.

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13Mar/110

Running in Circles (Very, Very Fast)

I can't put my finger on it, perhaps something in the water here, but Jamaica produces some of the fastest runners in the world. The up and coming generation of these athletes, from primary school to the heated college leagues, donned their brightly colored track and burnt up the starting blocks at yesterday's edition of the annual Gibson Relays, held at the impressive National Stadium in Kingston.

The college recruiters were hardly conspicuous, talking loudly and incessantly on their cell phones and wearing polo shirts from North Carolina University, Duke, and others, their eyes constantly sweeping the track below.

2Mar/110

Port Royal, Jamaica

Once the "wickedest city in the world," Port Royal is now quiet and a bit dilapidated. Half the city sunk in the two great earthquakes, its significance as a trading post and British colonial stronghold in the Caribbean obviously nearly non-existence, a few beat up boats, two fish and shrimp restaurants, and an underwhelming museum are all that remain.

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13Feb/110

Kingston Stories

Drying rubber gloves drying in the window of this Kingston butcher shop, closed on a quiet Sunday morning, tell a story of the busy, no doubt bloody, week.

13Feb/110

Getting My Vitamin D

Hardly 45 minutes west of Kingston, past depressing urban sprawl, nostril burning slash and burn agriculture, and the quickly browning hillsides during this Jamaica's dry season, Fort Clarence Beach goes a long way toward adding balance to the noise and unpleasantness of the capital city.

31Jan/110

American of Last Resort

How, I find myself asking on this the eve of my separation from the Duty Phone, shall I fill the void left by the brief but intense week of constant vigilance as Duty Officer for the Embassy here in Kingston?

Bearing the burden...

Yes, just because the Embassy is closed does not mean that some American citizen on the island is not going to have an emergency. In the same vein, just because it is 3:00 in the morning doesn't mean that someone out there doesn't think it's a splendid time for an anxious mother in Kentucky to call the Embassy's emergency line because their 22 year old daughter, on spring break, isn't answering her cell phone, and her pet hamster back home might have a cold...

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