More Kauai ramblings
The Portuguese Man of War is a curious creature -- so tiny, yet capable of rendering a sting so painful that it is said the recipient will experience a transitory wish for death to take him out of his misery.
The first time I saw one -- in a little estuarine lagoon on Rarotonga in the Cook Islands, I was surprised by how small it was. I assumed it was a young one, but reading about the species assured me that they were not a dinner-plate sized jellyfish, but a creature of minuscule mass, pretty in its tininess, and capable of packing a huge wallop of toxin.
Recently, walking along a shoreline known as Moloa'a Beach, on the northeast shore of Kauai, we espied Men of War galore, washed along the wave-line. Again, they looked so innocuous, yet a swimmer could have inadvertently had one brush against him, and he would not know what had hit him.
They say that warnings are posted when such creatures are about, but we saw none. Down the way from us, two young girls, about 12 I should imagine, were cavorting in the water. We wondered if we should alert them, but they looked as if they lived in the area, so likely the jellyfish were not a great source of concern. In any case, they're less lethal than the Tiger Sharks that also ply these waters.
Here one sees females of all ages in various states of dishabille, this being the beach, and all. So, the girls are there in boob-revealing halters and crotch-hugging shorts or bikinis, and nobody, myself included, pays a lot of attention to the near nudity.
But, one day, a young girl in a rather form-fitting dress walked by -- the dress showing off her shapely ass to good advantage, and I found my gaze immediately drawn in that direction. Why is this so? It's as my late mother-in-law once said, a woman can paraded about in the skimpiest swimsuit, and nobody will pay much heed, but should she be in undies, or even a slip, for heaven's sake, and all will notice, and she will be deemed indecently exposed. Our sexuality is mysterious and impossible to explain -- and that, I think, is as it should be.
The first time I saw one -- in a little estuarine lagoon on Rarotonga in the Cook Islands, I was surprised by how small it was. I assumed it was a young one, but reading about the species assured me that they were not a dinner-plate sized jellyfish, but a creature of minuscule mass, pretty in its tininess, and capable of packing a huge wallop of toxin.
Recently, walking along a shoreline known as Moloa'a Beach, on the northeast shore of Kauai, we espied Men of War galore, washed along the wave-line. Again, they looked so innocuous, yet a swimmer could have inadvertently had one brush against him, and he would not know what had hit him.
They say that warnings are posted when such creatures are about, but we saw none. Down the way from us, two young girls, about 12 I should imagine, were cavorting in the water. We wondered if we should alert them, but they looked as if they lived in the area, so likely the jellyfish were not a great source of concern. In any case, they're less lethal than the Tiger Sharks that also ply these waters.
Here one sees females of all ages in various states of dishabille, this being the beach, and all. So, the girls are there in boob-revealing halters and crotch-hugging shorts or bikinis, and nobody, myself included, pays a lot of attention to the near nudity.
But, one day, a young girl in a rather form-fitting dress walked by -- the dress showing off her shapely ass to good advantage, and I found my gaze immediately drawn in that direction. Why is this so? It's as my late mother-in-law once said, a woman can paraded about in the skimpiest swimsuit, and nobody will pay much heed, but should she be in undies, or even a slip, for heaven's sake, and all will notice, and she will be deemed indecently exposed. Our sexuality is mysterious and impossible to explain -- and that, I think, is as it should be.
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