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The Cave…. Of Wonders! Also Terrors!
Map Guy is taking me to see Preacher’s Cave! In, like, an hour! (At 2) And I saw my bureaucrat and it went well!
The only real issue I have left to resolve is the issue of somewhere to stay. I have a few leads there as well, so we’ll see… Fingers crossed for me!
I’m writing this now because I didn’t think I’d have time to go somewhere for lunch and am having pb&j sammiches in my room for a quick lunch. I also needed to change out of my dress, and I had to iron my shorts dry. And I should probably wear sneakers… wooh! Cave!
In retrospect, I probably didn’t need sneakers, but the cave was really frickin’ cool. I have pics, of course, which I’ll upload later. I really think that there are some places in the world that just sort of drawn people through their own power. This place was used by two completely different sets of people, separated by a hundred years minimum (and probably a lot more than that) for almost exactly the same things. The Lucayans as well as the first English colonists used it both as a habitation and a cemetery. Wikked cool, in any case.
However that’s not why I’m writing right now, I’m writing because my brain is too active and I can’t sleep. The super duper awesome BSG episode didn’t help, but that’s not even the foremost thing in my brain. Map Guy said that if I have a small enough crew and were coming in an off season (i.e. not Spring Break or Christmas), I could use one of his four bedroom rental cottages to put people up in. So that’s some sharing – I’ve been assuming a 6 person crew, but, uh, that’s frickin’ sweet. I’ve priced cart and van rentals on the island as well, and food. There are few more things I want to look in to, and a few more things that I’m probably forgetting, but all in all things seem to be falling in to place.
I’m half excited, and half terrified. I think I have access to enough property to make it worthwhile. Even if none of the rich off-islanders want to let me dig in their gardens and fancy cocktail party lawns, I’ve got enough government land and other local residents who are amenable that I can probably go ahead with this for sure. The next step, of course, is getting the money together. That’s the much much *much* scarier part, for me. Well, that and the work itself. And figuring out all the stuff I *didn’t* account for, or didn’t properly communicate, etc etc etc. My brain is all full of this stuff. Some of it is good – I have mental images of sitting around with whoever comes with me, sitting on the beach washing artifacts and chilling in the evenings, listening to the waves and watching the ocean. People here are friendly, it’s beautiful (if hot at times), and it is a great place to work. There’s a lot of interesting stuff to find. Some of it will be hellish – again with the hot, and the tropical jungle in some areas I want to investigate. But all in all, it will be interesting and good.
But there’s still a lot to do. I need to talk to the churches about their property – especially the Methodists. I’m anxious about cold-calling some pastors, which is what I’m going to wind up doing tomorrow. I think I have to check out at 11 tomorrow too, though the boat doesn’t leave until almost 4 (check from 2:55 to 3:40), which gives me a bunch of time with no where to keep my crap. I had a $50 dinner tonight, and though I’ve only been having one meal out/day since I got here (to HI, that is), it still makes me a little D:
I’m worried some things will have catches that I’m not seeing, or that I’m forgetting to look in to major things. There are other less major things that I should also check out that I worry I will forget, and I keep feeling like I should be making lists, even though whenever I look at them later I wonder why I made them n the first place. In some things I have been really bold, but for others really timid, and I need to get over that and just *ask* at the hardware store if they carry tarps and wheelbarrows or where I would get such a thing here. Anyway. I was hoping that writing this out would help get my mind straight, but I don’t think that it is working out so well. I am going to sleep until 8 tomorrow (if I can), get up and go down to the beach and write some, and then back here to use the internet and phone and work out whether or not I have another day of golf cart rentals and when I have to be out of my room, call Map Guy to come get his books, and go from there. Wheelbarrows. Tarps. ¼” mesh. Yes. I can do these things.
But first I must sleep!
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I hope everything goes well. I sympathize with your plight about where to put your stuff. I get to Kiev at about 12:00 noon on the 22nd, and my plane doesn't leave until 6:45 AM on the 23rd. 0_o
I think I'm going to bum around the train station area and take the last bus to the airport and then, sit still for a while.
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I think I may have been their only guest. At least I never saw anyone else...
And for my stresses, I have a decent amount of time to organize things in. As long as I can get funding, I think I'll be okay!
*crosses fingers*
Maybe they'll have lockers or some kind of holding place somewhere at the train station where you can leave some of your stuff for a bit? I still need to see Kiev at some point.