Crape Myrtle (12)
On her final leg, Natalia got stuck in Houston as she arrived shortly after Hurricane Chantal hit the area. She read about this storm dumped water in the Midwest. Luckily, she escaped. She enquired about places to stay and things to do in Corpus Christi. It seemed there were quite some material to look upon including a Telephone Directory for Area 361. And quite efficiently, she found the address of Linda in Texas; 906 Maurus Circle, Corpus Christi.
Sixth day, since leaving Charleston, she drove up the Nueces Causeway to Corpus Christi. After passing the Harbour Bridge, it took another five-mile drive flat out to arrive at Days Inn that she booked in advance in the name of Mono – a nickname her friends in high school in Hawaii used to call.
When she turned into the path at 901 Navigation Boulevard, she saw an entire screen of deep blue sky in an overcast beyond the low building. Days Inn was a two-storey motel standing behind its single storey restaurant shelter. Few palms on both sides of the driveway. Natalia parked the Bronco in a spot behind the motel and arrived at the lobby to check in by a white counter. She was given Room No 158 facing the turf and a porter gladly helped to carry her bags packed for a double.
Natalia’s room faced east. A swimming pool and carpet grass in the foreground, few palms in the lawn.
A modest room with brick red doors, beige walls and a brown panel behind the bed, CRT television, black furniture, a big fridge and bathroom with tub.
Natalia took dinner at the restaurant which was very idyllic. Particularly, the booths suspended on wood spindles with Formica laminated tops and rubber coated benches. Ground beef tacos with seasoned meat, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes were much better than a fast food version.
Next day, she wheeled to cover 400 sq km of the Body of Christ. She traversed Maurus Circle avoiding a forced entry. She turned to Blooming Street and drove to its end seeing no sign of traffic.
Not too far, on Padre Island Drive where service shops line up aloof, she found a Suzuki shop and focused on a white and blue DR250 dirt bike. She rented it.
Another thing she discovered was surf in Padre Island. She hadn’t read in a brochure. Padre Island beach was vast with loose sand, windswept dunes, warm waters and grassland plain; world’s longest barrier island. There were no trees to give shade. A constant breeze buzzed in her ears to sear the skin in brine and the aroma of herbs filled the lungs.
The island was sparsely populated. However, a rapid growth in population in North Padre Island at the time was taking place – an area that sits in Corpus Christi constituency in the jurisdiction of Nueces. An imperative prospect of the occupation was that over 70% occupiers own the land.
It was hot on the beach. She climbed ashore and drove south down Park Road Drive. Shortly, she caught a signage on an arc over the road; ‘Circus in Corpus Christi’ – in white background and letters in blue. Following that a series of overhung banners and pole banners fluttered in the wind. A white seagull in flight across the blue sky with eight encircling stars of the Corpus Christi flag, the Star-Spangled Banner and the vibe flew everywhere. The vibe flag with a white background had letters in blue and a gold symbol that portrayed a cup enclosed by a ring of sparks of an aura – a hollow to the Holy Body and Blood of Jesus Christ.
She could see rows of parasols and tents to the left. Caravans and vehicles parked on the right. There was activity in Balli Park and hording of folks. She took some pictures while passing by. Then quickly turned back and returned to the motel.
Natalia changed to her power costume; the Muay Thai outfit with half finger gloves, ankle sleeves, shorts, Taekwondo shoes, headband, black sports bra, mesh bag with her requisites and no protectors.
She caught a cab and arrived at the Suzuki shop to pick the motorbike. She climbed on, toes touching the ground, kicked the lever foot starter and whizzed up the highway. She chose a full-face black helmet.
Her glutes exposed in pink satin slit shorts. She reached the shore in a matter of minutes and raced down the Windward Drive to the rave point. She parked the bike and walked up the trail to join the folks. A big moon rose in the eastern sky.
The rave arena was smoothed and used for such purpose over several times. There stood a stage setup by the northeast corner and a band making noises. Tall light posts erected in the park. The access road cut down the middle.
Winds rolled on the grass. She treaded towards the roaring tents and the blast of folks. Taco carts, food vendors, cool drinks, chilled beer and ice. Natalia bought a beer and walked towards a crowd by a game stall.
A chica had to attempt on a jump rope challenge to break a record over hundred times in one minute. She began and her boobs jiggled inside the camisole, popping all over the edges. Another girl wearing a similar camisole top, tapped her legs and shook crying in a choking voice, “Come on, babe! Come on, babe! Come on!” She was the male equivalent partner in their relationship.
Sun went down in the evening. Natalia looked for a partner and talked to folks. Enthusiasts in fancy clothes kitted for the rave beginning tomorrow.
“Hello! I’m Mono,” Natalia approached a forlorn girl in a black mini dress. After all, she was heterosexual straight. “Are you alone?”
“Yeah. I am Angela from Staten Island attending a Health Awareness Convention.”
“I’m from California…making a pass.”
Two girls continued walking through the crowds while some got busy toiling with the lights, sound system and canteens. Natalia found no sign of Linda Linz.