The Next 100
As we trekked past these two towering structures, I was reminded why I had decided to get out of my bed so early a Sunday morning. Mine was that task to bring the "olde" into the new. To preserve our heritage before it was completely lost. So my children would be able to identify with the Bajan part of their history.
The Great Train Hike was for me yet another reminder of the friendliness of Barbadians. Along the way I managed to strike up a conversation with a phenomenal woman. Phenomenal in that this was her third time on this annual event and though nursing an injury, her pace was faster than mine (if only I didn't have that 8lbs of camera gear). Though I will not mention her name, I would not have completed my journey were it not for her encouragement or conversation.
"Are you from Trinidad?"
I get that often these days being fresh of the plane and all. That accent that I absorbed, after near two decades of living there, was still difficult to shake. Yet another reminder that I was too Trini to be Bajan and too Bajan to be Trini.
We chatted about the scenery, location , the Great Train Hike, work, stick fighting, Bajan folklore and the current affairs. Step after step and mile after mile, we walk and talked, with the occasional but not at all awkward pauses in the talking but the more frequent and awkward pauses in my walking. She sometimes having to wait for me to catch up! Oh, the shame!
The scenery was picturesque as we hiked through Fortesque, St. Phillip with East Point lighthouse in the distance standing tall atop the ragged cliffs. ( For those who have just joined the story, The Great Train Hike, started in Bridgetown which is technically west point). I reveled in the strong sea breeze as we passed through the fields of tall brown grass and between the intermittent patch of sea grapes and agave.
I joked with my companion how ironic it was that I was doing (in Barbados) the very thing I repeatedly told my daughter (in Trinidad) not to do, walk through tall grass with bare legs. My hiking companion smiled as she pointed to the next orange marker and with a quick left turn I found myself in unexpectedly familiar surroundings. The light dimmed as I entered, the sound of the sea disappeared and as I took out my phone to get GPS coordinates, something brushed pass my head.
To be continued...
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