Boambee estuary
My birthday party was a mambo one, dancing mainly to Perez Prado who we discovered in 1990 on one of those long Mexican bus journeys with frequent stops for chickens. I asked the bus driver who he was playing and he wrote down the cassette which we bought in a small shop in a small Yucatan town. I hadn’t heard of this star of the forties and fifties who died in 89. It is joyous, body shifting music which in the mid 90s was used in Guinness ads and I seem to recall to sell cars too.
The creek runs for ten Ks, is catchment mostly cleared with rainforest displaced by banana plantations and dairy farming.
