Showing posts with label Island Fun - Golf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Island Fun - Golf. Show all posts

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sand Golfing

So Michael & Ronan (contractor) went golfing yesterday. Here's where they're supposed to be playing.



Michael started out on the grass, but it didn't last long.



Hmm, somehow I don't think this was part of the course. Anyone see that Seinfeld episode with the golf ball and the whale?...



Ronan found some sand to play in too.






Good thing these two don't take the game too seriously.

Meanwhile, I ran across an article reporting on a sting a couple of UK reporters did to catch countries in the act of accepting bribes for votes related to whaling. In this case, the undercover reporters offered bribes NOT to vote for whaling. The idea was to 1) see if the country reps would take the bribes; 2) get them to admit they accepted bribes from Japan during the last vote; and 3) see if they were in negotiations to accept Japan's bribes this time around. Of course, St. Kitts was one of the countries who got nabbed - on tape.

The end result was a resounding yes to all 3 questions. Is anyone really surprised? I mean, St. Kitts had already started a new fisheries building in Nevis with the expectations of the Japanese handout after this week's vote. It was obvious that St. Kitts was going to vote with Japan despite the fact that now St. Kitts officials weren't so sure the whales were eating all the local fish (maybe we didn't really have that many whales) and was a little ticked off that Japan didn't seem to care about all the flack this island was taking from tourists who didn't like St. Kitts' stance on whaling. Huh - I was more surprised the guy had noticed any such backlash (keep it coming guys).

Is it even possible to become a politician and not be corrupt? Anywhere?

And do we really need to wonder now why Japan (#2) is ahead of St. Kitts (#3) and 128 other countries in national debt? Because they're paying everyone off so that 5% of their population (and a bunch of rich people worldwide) can eat whale sashimi. Which leads me to another question - why is it that as people become richer they seem to become less moral? All of a sudden they could care less about the environment - they have huge houses sucking up tons of resources; fly their private jets everywhere, buy several cars that have the lowest mpg available, etc. They eat the most disgusting and "wrong" foods they can find from rare caviar, to monkey brains, to whale meat, to shark fin soup, to foie gras. They have to wear exotic animals in the form of fur coats to reptile bags/shoes and maybe even buy wild animals to keep in cages. They buy products made of elicit materials like ivory, tiger skin, whale bones, etc. and don't give a crap how the stuff was obtained or how much suffering the animal went through so they could have it. What is the point of this do you think? Well, if anyone rich out there is reading this, how about putting your money to better use by bribing the St. Kitts government (and others) not to allow increased whaling. Throw in some female "masseuses" and you've got a sure thing. What do you get in return? How about a conscience?

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Mom's Last Day, Red Dress Hashing, and Golfing

We had quite a busy past couple of days. For my Mom's last day, we had one more lunch at the Shipwreck and were visited by what seems to be a restaurant regular.



Can you spot the mongoose in this picture eating fruit (they look like fat ferrets)?



We drove around a bit and before we knew it it was time to take my Mom back to the house so she could change from her summer clothes into her winter clothes. Boo. We're hoping she made it to Charlotte and Newark (by plane) and finally Virginia (by car) safely and is re-bonding with her pooch Tico and kitty Gossamer. Miss you already Mom!

Saturday was also the Valentines Day hash. We missed the hiking part (can't say that was too terrible) but checked in afterwards to see everyone in costume. The beginning and end were held at The Godfather on South Friar's beach.



There were lots of virgins to initiate and one guy to punish for hitching a ride during the hash...twice.



Food, of course.



One costume winner. Where does she get these costumes - what I would give to see her closet...



The Godfather has also become a hookah bar. No one get your panties in a twist (or call the narcotics police), there's just tobacco in there (and not the kind with lots of toxins). I don't think Jingle Balls liked it as much as Dame Karla...



Hashers then couldn't resist dancing at another local bar down the beach.



How low can they go? A little bit smaller now...



Then today, miracles of miracles, Michael actually went golfing. We lugged his golf clubs and shoes all around the Caribbean on Jacumba and not once was he able to get on a course (too much $ and boat repairs took precedence). Mike was able to hook up with someone here to get a great discount and took to the greens of the Royal St. Kitts Golf Course this morning. Before he could hit the links, his barely worn shoes fell apart. Yep, the soles just disintegrated. Even our shoes couldn't survive the conditions we subjected them to aboard that friggin' boat. He had to rent a pair. Whoever visits us next, we need a size 9 1/2 pair of golf shoes thank you.

How's Mike's form?



Oops, I don't think that's good.



The course was really pretty.



Ok, what the heck was this doing in the middle of the course? Looks like it's seen its share of "Fores!"



Not a bad way to spend the day. Now we go back to the grind. Not that that's a bad thing...

Oh yeah, Happy Valentines Day to you sappy fools that celebrate it.