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Saturday, August 21, 1999

 

Ambassador Josh and Seemore the Cane Team Up With Mike May in San Juan

In past travel articles, you may have joined my Seeing Eye Dog Josh and me on our trips to Brazil, Chile and Mexico or when Seemore lead the way in Ireland while Josh stayed home in California. The essence of those travels, along with this new one, is the people more than the places which make the trip interesting and the people who make the trip challenging. In this excursion, join me for a combination trip with Josh and Seemore to San Juan Puerto Rico a place full of personality and vibrant people.

The occasion for this trip was the Blind Veterans Association annual convention held at the San Juan Grand Beach Resort and Casino. Leave it to those men and women who fought hard to know just where to party hard, right on the beach, a swim-up bar in one of the several pools complete with cement bar stools, live music everywhere, 5 restaurants in the hotel and all the amenities you can imagine in such a place. I made sure to arrive a couple days early to give myself ample time to "learn my way around."

Within the hotel complex, it didn't matter too much whether I was using a dog or cane. The main consideration was my dog's well being; no sense having him sit next to the pool roasting in the sun while I cooled off. It was a little tricky however negotiating lounge chairs and pools in a noisy environment when using a cane. The staff jumped to help at the slightest provocation, like when I inadvertently walked through a wedding party taking pictures and paused to figure out where I was.
I decided the first night to have dinner in one of the hotel restaurants, Gesseppi's. When the matri dee hustled me into a side room, I was sure it was because of the dog but decided not to make a fuss. I was happy on a Friday night to get a table quickly. I opted for a pretty light meal when it turned out a non-alcoholic fruit drink was $15.00. When I paid the tab, the waiter lowered his voice and said, "Mr. May, we have a dress code which requires long pants. I thought I would let you know for next time." I didn't want to say there probably wouldn't be a next time but I now understood that it was me, not the dog, which got us relegated to the side room.

On a day trip to old San Juan, I decided to cane it. First we went to El Morro, a 300 year-old fort with 30 foot thick walls. There were lots of interesting structures and cannons to touch. I got a good feel for the enormous size of the place by walking up and down hundreds of steps on multiple terraces.
The old city of San Juan was as you might picture with sidewalks from 2 to 4 feet wide and bumpy cobble stone streets wide enough for one car. When I swung my cane too wide, I would tap a passing car, definitely enough of a surprise to make the heart skip a beat. As I experienced in Dublin, the standard cane catches constantly on the cobblestones. The crowds are so thick that I choked up on the cane and stayed on my toes.

The smells are extreme, stinky sewer odors, leather shops, perfume shops and cooking foods. No sensory "underload" in this perfuse environment. I found myself occasionally feeling the walls I was passing just to check them out. Everything moved slowly enough that it didn't feel intimidating. Nothing like I experienced in the old city of Toledo Spain where I thought I would be run over for sure. One of the great smells I investigated turned out to be a fantastic local restaurant called El Bombonero. The service was brusque but the food was great. It was a local rice, beans and chicken joint with a price tag of $6.95. They called the beans abichuelas instead of frijoles as I was accustomed to hearing. The local ambiance also made me feel like I found something special.

The next day, I took Josh on an outing to the Caribbean National Forest about 45 minutes East and South of the hotel, which is on the North coast of the island. The elevation rises to nearly 3000 feet and the temperature drops, probably into the high 70's. Like most of Puerto Rico, Hurricane George hammered El Yunque rain forest in September 1998. Some sites were closed for renovation but it was incredible walking along a path cut in the dense foliage where a rabbit could hardly penetrate.  According to our guide, there are no poisonous snakes in Puerto Rico, something I found comforting in such tight quarters. There are only 48 Puerto Rican parrots still in existence, few if any in the wild. The coqui frog, only found in Puerto Rico, makes a two-note chirp more like a bird than your typical croaking frog. It was a wonderful feeling to be winding my way through this forest, guided expertly by Josh, feeling as smelling this incredible habitat for plants and animals I had never met.

After 3 hours in the El Yunque rain forest, we returned to sea level and found a surprisingly good lunch at a fast food chicken, rice and bean place called Pollo Tropical. I think I went to one once in Coconut Beach Florida. It has the kids play area just like McDonalds but the food is much healthier.
Returning the 20 miles to the hotel, it felt great to jump in the pool and to languish in the gentle ocean waves. The pool is a bit too noisy and disorienting for my tastes. So I walked the 100 yards to the beach and floated around chatting with a business colleague just beyond the breakers in one of the less orthodox business meetings I have experienced. Funny how dragging your toes through the sand and bouncing with the swell of each wave brings inspiration to a meeting. Definitely an idea I will put in the anonymous suggestion box at work.

After 4 days of working our booth exhibit and business meetings, I was ready for a little adventure. I strolled down the beach a couple hundred yards to the water sports concession. When I inquired about parasailing, the proprietor didn't hesitate a minute before taking my $45. I am accustomed to having to cajole or even battle when trying a new sport like the last time I was attached to a parachute, 16 years ago, when I went sky diving. That took me a couple years and dozen jump schools before finding one, which would except me.

Parasailing turned out to be pretty tame although there was quite a thrill not knowing just how it all worked. The explanation I got was all of 2 minutes so it wasn't until I did it that I understood the equipment and the experience.

We first took a small motor boat out to a 31-foot larger boat anchored offshore. This larger boat had a platform about 8 feet square at the stern. There was a large parasail attached to a rope which was connected to a winch on this platform. I dawned a harness around my waste, which had two nylon straps that connected to the chute once I was squatting in position on the platform.

Once I was situated, they let go of me and started reeling the rope out while the boat moved forward at only about 12 nods. I was dangling in a sitting position slowly rising into the air as they let the rope out. I could hear the wake from the boat below me and the engine of the boat getting fainter as I rose higher and higher. At the final height of 300 feet I was pleased not to be able to hear the engine any longer. They honked the horn twice to let me know the rope was at its full length of 600 feet. I found that by turning my head to the side, it got quieter.

I also thought about how spooky this must look to a sighted person. I pictured the distant mountains to the East and the ocean bending over the horizon to the North that they might be seeing, not to mention the tops of the hotels nearby.

It was very peaceful especially as I relaxed, swinging gently in the harness, just an occasional hissing of the air through the chute. I couldn't hear the boat wake or engine at all. Only feeling the taught straps connected it to the chute that I was certain I was still connected. Since we were only a few miles from the San Juan airport, I wondered as I heard a jet taking off just how far I was out of their flight path. Only the jets and me up there and probably a few sea gulls, it was pretty cool.
Most of my apprehension was about landing on the platform when they reeled me in. They assured me it was no big deal and it wasn't. They had obviously done this a million times with a variety of people; they tolled me even with paraplegics so I touched down quite easily. Amazing to not even get a toe wet. For some odd reason, I thought I should have brought my cell phone with me and called someone when I was up there. This is the way your mind works when you don't get away from work enough.

The one big challenge of my trip was on the flights home when I attempted to relieve Josh at the Chicago airport. My customary routine is to have the gate agent take him to the foot of the jetway stairs and he does his business on the Tarmac in about 30 seconds. Not so easy this time. The request went all the way up to the airport shift boss and he insisted that I must go all the way across the airport to the grass outside baggage claim. This is literally a mile and several escalators away. I was very ticked at this unreasonable request as I had been through Chicago scores of times before without running into this ridiculous regulation.

Since Josh had been on the flight from Puerto Rico for 5 hours, I had no choice but to run for it. This is when being a blind athlete comes in handy. I made it outside and back 5 minutes before the airplane doors closed. I was tempted to be late in returning and see if they would hold the airplane for me. I could have easily not made it in time and many blind travelers wouldn't be prepared to run 2 miles to relieve their dog. You can bet the United management is going to hear about this one.
So, who are the people I will think of when I picture Puerto Rico? Certainly not the United jerks in Chicago. The parasailing guys who so respectfully took me on my first flight, The taxi driver Gladys who took me everywhere I needed to go and conversed patiently with me in Spanish, Alpidio Roland, a very active blind guy, (blinded in Viet Nam, who rounded up 30 to 40 other blind folks for an informational technology presentation at the regional library, Mike Neigelberg an 81 year-old vet from L.A. who gave me a piece of his mind about how there should be longer pauses between words without slowing down synthetic speech, Don Garner, blinded in Korea, one of the most senior people at the V.A. We got soaked in the rain together, Eric and Lynn Damery whose kids hung out with mine at the beach while we were working. Jose Ocasio, a blind guy who heads the disabled students program at the University of Puerto

"Rico and owns a rehabilitation technology business along with his charming wife Janet. Jose is also involved in goal ball and other sports. After we had a fantastic meal together with our families, Jose said to me, "Mike, I feel like I have known you for a long time and will know you for a long time to come."

I felt the same way and very fortunate for the opportunity to make this personal connection. I look forward to the day Jose, Alpidio or one of these folks visits me and I can reciprocate the hospitality and the experience. I will certainly have fond memories of Puerto Rico because of them.

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