JAMAICA MEET THE CHAIKA

The sun has his hat on is he coming out to play, or just teasing us? Teen been in from college for fifteen minutes. Ate and now off to the gym.  He told me he got a class photograph today. Oh my.  As I waited with bated breath, knowing something was going to come from his mouth that I wasn’t going to be impressed with, he continued.

 

Me. So Son, were you all well behaved and stood like young men and women?

Teen

“Well, Mum. It was kind of like this. I picked up Harry for the photo. So he was high in my arms.

Me

 And the rest?

Teen

“They all just stood there.

Me. So they were all good and you were the clown as ever?

Teen

“Well, I picked up Harry whilst the rest of them stood there like (sex offenders)

Like what?

Sex offenders.

Oh my goodness. I just told him to go to the gym.

 

How long will he play the fool? I guess it’s kind of a good sign; no one depressed could or would act like that, surely?

 

I asked him not the question, how much work he has done, but if he did any?

Answer.

“Hmm. A bit.

 

Oh, really.

 

I also asked him if I paid him would he fancy doing some gardening.

Answer, “Nah, no thanks Mum. Love you though.”

Haha. I told him to make him feel a little guilty and ashamed to do it more oftern, that I cleaned his bathroom today. Answer?

“As long as that made you feel good Mum, that’s the most important thing.

 

Meet my Son.

 He text a good friend of his today who is a clever lad who is serious about exams asking if he wanted to meet up later? His friend said no because he had to study, you know that thing that my Son also should be doing? So when he told teen this, he said I want to spend time with you, so when shall we meet up? Other than today? Teen trying to say by the time you decide, so he replied

“Mate, tell you what, how about next May? The first Saturday in the month?”

If only he would be so dedicated to study? He is the most intelligent person of his age and many I know much older, by a mile, but he has that condition of lazy itus. It kind of gets in the way.

 

As I have said before he doesn’t take after his Father. So what or who is left? Lalalalla

 

Now, where’s me cup of coffee.

 

Oh, talking of lazy itis, my Brother. Haha. No, he’s for sure not lazy; he couldn’t be if he tried. He is a work a holic, but loves to have nice holidays too. Yesterday he was telling me about a real lazy river holiday, or in this case ocean. He is going on a holiday where he gets picked up at the airport by a Limo and driven to the bungalow in Jamaica. He has a private pool and a butler. You get a mobile phone when you arrive and press a button and your personal butler turns up. Oh wow, that sounds like a dream. There is a huge part of me who wants to say no one should ever serve me as in like a slave, but for Hub and I to have a holiday, this would be so beautiful. I shall put the Lottery on this weekend. I remember the closest I came to this kind of life was many years ago. I have written about it before in great detail.

 

It was in Sorchi. In Russia. It was May I was fourteen. I left Moscow land, covered in a thin sheet of snow. Most unlike Russia for that time of year. Anyway, when we arrived at Sorchi, we were asked to leave the aeroplane first, before the rest of the passengers. A black car called a Chaika, they were made I think from 1959, till 1981.

They were about 19ft, so 230inches long, by about 7ft wide. Five foot two tall, about 62inches.

4500 lb heavy so chunky and luxury on wheels.

 

Chaika translates as gull. There were only just over 3000 in total that were built.  

 

The normal Ruskyvites were not allowed to purchase those cars. They could however rent them for weddings, but only the Soviet Ambassadors and communist party first secretaries could buy them. The KGB also used them. Hmm. enough about them. Anyway, they didn’t go fast, about 99mph. But they were for luxury not speed. I’m sure they were always black too. Last I heard there were a few in America selling for about $70,000         and to be honest, if I were a millionaire I would possibly consider it. For the memories and for the class as they are really truly class.

 

Anyway, once again I digress. The carpet was on the tarmac and we were escorted to our Chaika. Oh it was beautiful the heat in Sorcha was unbearable even from the plane to the car which was no distance. And how cool the car was. A seven seater.

 

We were driven through the narrow roads avenues of magnolia trees where the enormous blooms filled the air with fragrance of sweet delights.

 

We stayed in a mansion. Met by a cook and our maid. We had the whole house to ourselves. I had a Doctor who was assigned to me but I think he was KGB, and his role was to watch every move I made and more. We had days out on a speed boat and never needed to do anything. We also visited the tea plants of Samarkarnd and Tashkent. The best memory of mine was the garden of friendship. Where I was asked to plant a graft on an orange tree next to Tony Ben and Yuri Gagarin. A true honour for sure. They were seven most wonderful days. I will never forget. Most visits to Russia, were filled with pain and grey cold depression, but this visit was different. We didn’t know why but I do now.  One day I hope to write my autobiography and let you know my words on this subject.

 

At the time I felt so uncomfortable about the whole thing and my poor Mum never left her quarters as she was so ill. I was taken to place after place. Used as an exhibition a Diplomat to reconcile two countries, out of the cold war into the warmer climates. So a lot of meeting and greeting. So as you can imagine, for a teenager? This is what I meant yesterday when I said I don’t think I was ever a teenager.

 

I briefly spoke of this a few weeks ago, approaching the subject of depression. Those who live in hot countries, do they / you get depressed? As thinking about this holiday this life style in Jamaica how can anyone not smile in such surroundings?