![]() ![]() She could spot turtles where I could barely notice shadows. Her eyes were as sharp as an owl’s on the moonless beach (we were aided, however, by the lights of a freighter anchored offshore). She, like most people on Ascension, is a Saint. I helped carry equipment, which (I think) led to Jacqui’s invitation to accompany her in search of females in the process of laying eggs. The tour began with a brief video and discussion of the turtles at the Conservation Centre. Meeting Jacqui was fortuitous - she was the one leading the turtle tour to nearby Long Beach. Young and I set a time for Sunday morning at 9 a.m. A woman there, Jacqui Ellick, helped me track down Young at his girlfriend’s house after my attempts to reach him failed. ![]() I asked the two people that looked in charge if I could use Stroud’s phone to call Jimmy Young, a man I had contacted earlier about diving. I enjoyed my brief time there, but had to get over to the Conservation Centre for the turtle tour. Afterward I headed out back and watched a much more serene game of skittles - a precursor of ten-pin bowling. The club also had a games room with a pool table as well as another room where a raucous card game was going on. I ate a fishpie and chips at the Saints Club, then had ginger ales bought for me at the bar by various Saints. ![]() Ascension residents play a game of skittles at the Saints Club. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |