Shipboard Life--Student Writing
>> Monday, March 7, 2011
If you were to ask your average passer by what the role of movement plays in their day to day life, definitions would vary immensely. Not a single one of those definitions would compare to that of a sailor.
I have always thought of life as a sort of lyrical dance, or movement. I, my feelings, people, places, and things move. After signing aboard the Harvey Gamage, my personal perception and definition of movement was stretched, skewed. Executed through every emotion the human condition could allow or possibly conjure.
Each morning underway, I arise, or on some occasions (quite more often than not) I am propelled out of my rack. My eyes open to find all of my belongings adrift. Books flung from places unknown and I could swear I had stowed them adequately. Getting dressed is a process land people take for granted, a process I once took for granted. With each roll from starboard (right) to port (left) an arm and a leg make their way through a sleeve of a pant leg. To another this process of getting dressed could seem as though I’ve never dressed before. In some cases as if I were doing some sort of jig. On a ship each movement is magnified. Steps are added to the most simple of tasks. A sailor’s movement requires a finesse that only develops with each passage.
Now one month in, my sea legs growing strong, I have begun to move with the sea. I have begun to move through life in a fashion only known to those aboard a ship at sea. Life in motion unyielding to your wants, perhaps needs opens your eyes, forcing you to realize each movement matters regardless of how minuscule it may be.
Carnival!!
Carnival is a fantastic time to be in Trinidad. Everyone, locals and tourists alike, are awash in excitement and anticipation for the next event of a busy and colorful season. Once arriving at our anchorage, we sampled Carnival at the Kid's Carnival parade on Saturday, and spent time in Port of Spain shopping, eating doubles and roti, and exploring a city on the verge of its biggest day of the year.
Soca, or soul calypso, provides the soundtrack of the Carnival season, and blares from the flatbed of 18-wheeled trucks loaded with speakers so powerful you feel the soundwaves reverberate through your chest. The songs are frenetic, addicting like good pop music always is, and very uniquely Trinidadian.
Before we head into Carnival proper on Tuesday, we'll have already explored much of the island, from urban Port of Spain to the switchbacks of the mountains and down to the coastline. At the Asa Wright bird sanctuary we familiarized ourselves with the crested oropendola, green and red-legged honey creepers, and white-necked Jacobin hummingbirds, and sampled bake and shark sandwiches at the popular Maracas Bay beach. This afternoon we'll charge through the mangrove swamp to watch the magnificent scarlet ibis, which once provided much of the color in Carnival costumes, roost for the night after feeding all day in neighboring Venezuela.
All are well aboard and look forward to Carnival and our longest passage of the trip yet, bound for the Greater Antilles.
JP
Chacachacare
>> Friday, March 4, 2011
Coconuts in Port Elizabeth, Bequia
Location: Port Elizabeth, Bequia
Author: Ashley Charles
As I made my way through the soft sand, I glanced up at the sky, gray and morose. It had been raining all day, but our group decided to stick it out. We have a saying back at my school, “there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing.” Silently cursing myself for not bringing a rain jacket, I did not doubt it was true. To escape the downpour, we took refuge under an awning. Before I ducked under, I grabbed two small coconuts from the ground.
I began to juggle them, partly because I was bored, and partly because the rain wasn’t letting up. Captain Flansburg ambled over to view my lone spectacle, and politely asked for the coconuts. To my amazement, he juggled them with one hand, and then found a small nut so he could throw three. When he began to tell me how to do it, I started to laugh. Look at me, I thought, juggling coconuts on an island I can’t properly pronounce!
He handed me the coconuts and said to throw them a million times. Well, only 999,987 tries to go.
Read more...Into the Dragon's Mouth
>> Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Our passage to Trinidad was fast and furious. The trades were compliant, and we sailed at good speed throughout the night toward our southern terminus. Sailing across the northern equatorial current and through the several small islands into Trinidad is one of the more spectacular harbor entrances we'll see, and the passage's name, the "Dragon's Mouth," is fitting. The change in water color, turned silty and green from the millions of gallons of outflow from the Orinoco River, announces our arrival.
Trinidad offers us so much to see and learn, especially in this Carnival season. We plan to visit Chacachacare, where the ruins of an old hospital create a spooky backdrop to the island's natural beauty, as well as the Asa Wright Bird Sanctuary and nature preserve, the Caroni Swamp to see scarlet ibis roost at dusk, and to play some football (soccer) and learn cricket on the popular beaches of Maracas Bay.
Trinidad's rich history, culture, and natural beauty are a fitting as a southernmost port stop. From here on in, we'll be bound north.
Stay tuned for more details and photos from our visit in Trinidad.