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Happy Holidays…

Tuesday, December 24th, 2013

Some doubt there is a Santa. I’m not convinced that is correct, nor will I argue the reverse. It would be nice  if there were and this year should I find one comfortable enough to sit on his (maybe I could find a cute Ms. Clause’s)  lap, I will take this opportunity to not ask Santa to give something but to take something.

We (and maybe mostly I) are news junkies. Yeah, Yeah, it is difficult to be a news junkie on a boat but somehow we get just enough of a fix to keep on going. We listen to NPR and PBS,  I peruse the various News sites. I try to stay away from the partisan ones like Fox and MSNBC but once in a long while I might look at their content and just as often laugh. What I’ve noticed this year is a lot of “Hate” coming from a lot of people It seems the Republicans Hate everything, it seems the Democrats Hate Republicans. People with Health Care Hate people without. The Religious hate all other Religions, Devout bible thumping Christians Hate Atheists and they even Hate people that think “the Bible is theology” and not the book of everything, Science is thought to be the anti-Christ when Science  is solely a means to discovery and has no belief nor direction.

Years ago we traveled in the Northern Caribbean and while in the Virgin Islands found the people there spoke poorly of Puerto Ricans.  We went to Puerto Rico and thoroughly enjoyed the people and the island; found there that People from the Dominican Republic were generally frowned upon. We traveled to the Dominican Republic and found there they had very little love for Haitians. (Oh, we too loved the Dominican Republic). We didn’t travel to Haiti but had heard that they frowned upon Cubans moving en mass to their country and in Florida where we lived the Cubans were often maligned.

I don’t know if there is a genetic makeup or cultural adaptation in people for the emotion of  Hate. It could be that without Hate we can not have love. I hope not. For that situation would surely be a sad state of affairs if those two were wed to each other. We see the results of Hate  far too often. The Rich seem to Hate the poor. Oh, no one talks like they “Hate” another but  their actions speak louder then words. Laws and programs to help people down and out, the powerful often want to cast aside, programs that provide  Food Stamps or unemployment Insurance are pushed towards extinction. Raise the minimum wage and those making millions at the top say “Oh – NO!” we won’t be able to make millions  (cloaked in the word Profit) anymore. So the rich or super rich build lavish homes and then hire security guards to ensure their safety. The rich feign paying taxes so  that any country such that it can facilitate a society that everyone can feel secure and there won’t be any need for the wire and bars and guards at the gate the rich pretend to avoid.  The rich send their children to private schools because they don’t want their children sharing space with the common citizen; oh they say because they’re “better” , but most likely it is to begin another “good ol’ boys club. There is no data showing that private schools are better at educating, Putting up walls around their property, bars on their windows all in the name of safety, all to keep those they hate and don’t want to have what they do; away.

Not just people but Nations and Governments can foster this Hate. North Korea Hates South. China Hates Japan. The US Hates all nations not Democratic even though we are not a Democracy, but a Republic!  Sometimes governments hate their own people. Syria  is in the Middle of a Civil War. Afghanastanis killing each other, Egypt, Iran, the Ukraine. Too the US tolerates the constant killing of its citizens via a variety of weapons. Oh we look to prosecute the perpetrators but we wait till they’ve harmed someone before we take action thereby accepting the crime. I’m not suggesting anything like the movie “Minority Report” but saying we allow Hate to manifest itself in so many ways that the outcomes become common place.

Talk radio spews out vitriol like  squalls in a hurricane.. Comments on blogs and news articles quickly digress to people calling each other names, “Liberal,  Commie”, “Fascist Pig”, “Anarchist”, “Stupid”, etc. What’s happened to an intelligent discourse in discussions? What are people after with the poison in their words?

I remember the movie “Liar, Liar”, with Jim Carey. Jim was bewitched into telling the truth. That one concept turned the world on its head for him. In social situations he blabbed about the ugly dress, the person that was a sour puss and constantly surly he let know. His life changed ( some would say for the better and others not). But the movie illuminated how we’ve all come to accept lies both large and small as necessary to our culture.

I could be asking Santa for a dangerous gift. I hope not, I hope that what I’m asking for would make our time on

A Fountain in Lima Peru

spaceship Earth more palatable, more enjoyable. I am asking Santa to not give anything to anyone this holiday season!  I would ask Santa to take from everyone; even if just for 5 minutes,  the emotion of “Hate”.  Take Hate and make the world a place everyone can enjoy, even if just for 5 minutes. Please Santa “Take Hate from each and everyone of us”

Go Slow
Sail Far
Stay Long

Do you want a Revolution?

Saturday, February 25th, 2012

On the 24rh of last month we scooted down to Isla Tigre. Scooted isn’t the best word. We had decided to sail outside the reefs and then cut in and head south to Tigre.  We left the Holandes Cays with mild seas and enough wind to reef the mainsail heading slightly south of east.  As we left I thought “rather mild conditions” so I radio’ed back to Passport and let them know.  Passport was our shadow on this trip and they too wanted to visit Tigre and see the Kuna Yala Festival of their revolution.

So with sails set we settled in for a nice 3 hour ride. Once outside of the protection of the Holandes Cays the seas began to build.  We tow our two dinghies most everywhere in the San Blas and they were having a ball sliding down the waves behind us.  The now 10-12 footer waves would slide underneath Elysium trailing a  slick of foam as we slipped over and down the backsides; the dinghy’s would run off first to port as the wave approached  and as it shot by they would then bang together and run off to starboard.  We watched them making sure neither one broke loose.  Each dinghy has two separate tow lines attached so even if one line parts we have a safety line on. However, neither line can prevent the dinghies from becoming twisted up, prevent them from turning  turtle, or simply filling with water.  We’ve never had one on this cruise turn turtle but we’ve had the hard dinghy fill with water and we’ve had the two dinghies twist up their tow lines. Now I keep both dinghies equal distant from the boat on a short leash and that seems to have helped keep them where they belong.

While we waited for our turn south and anticipated an improved motion to the boat Passport was keeping pace behind us. They started out later and as we’re hauling two dinghies we expected them to pass us but IB chose to keep the reef in his mainsail and so they mirrored most of our moves.

Turning south didn’t seem to help much. Here we had to watch closer for reefs. With these seas they show up like a moon on a clear night as the waves crash and break over them.  We watched the charts, kept an eye on the GPS and stayed ever alert for the breaking seas. No matter what charts and GPS’s show, it is land that we must always avoid. If the chart shows plenty of water and the seas are breaking we listen to Neptune and avoid those specific areas.

We made it around the reefs and after an hour more we’re anchored behind Isla Tigre with 3 other boats including Hobo. Hobo we met in Colon and they’re completing their circumnavigation on a  powerboat having decided 90% of the way around they were not going to do any more oceans. 🙂  Once they reach Cartagena they’ve completed their circle. Larry (on Hobo) stopped by to tell us of some of the activities the following day.

The anchorage was rolly, and seems to always have been when we’ve visited. This is actually the first time we’ll have been ashore although it’s the third time we’ve been here. Always in the past it’s been a transit stop.

Passport (IB, Becca, and Emily – aka Legs) and us went ashore for a pre festivities scouting trip.  We walked the entire length of the island from the school on the East end to the community commercial  restaurant  next to the not used airport on the west end. There we discovered that most huts have a solar panel, there is a large group of pigs next to one of the churches on the north end, and we found the congressional building and square where the festivities will take place tomorrow.

Eight am we were up and ready. A little late as the festivities we had been told were to have started by 7:30 am  but we hoped that was South American time where nothing starts at the said hour. The generator was run, refrigeration and freezer was at the optimum temp, battery for the camera was charged and we were ready. We left the dinghy at the commercial dock and wandered the 100 m to the Congresso (large bldg where they met and discuss political, economic, and social needs of the island). There a Kuna invited us to enter and we began the task of figuring out what was said without an understanding of either Kuna, or Spanish. Our Kuna guide attempted to translate what was happening into Spanish but once W/ let him know our Spanish was only slightly better then our understanding of Kuna he was satisfied to let us watch.  The speeches seemed to be focusing on their conversations of seeking independence from their Panamainin overlords in the first part of the 20th century.  That completed we all went out to the square and the show started.

Kuna Dance

Kuna Dance

This part of the festivities was comprised of about 20 skits depicting the events that lead up to the Kuna revolution and was interspersed with their song and dance. The instruments were small Bamboo flutes tied together with cord, Gords filled with seeds, and their bare feet slapping the ground set the beat just as a percussion instrument would.  The males played the flutes and the women shook the gourds.  I don’t know if this is standard in all of Kuna Yala or if this is only they way this dance troupe performs.

About 20 of the Sila’s (local community governors) were at the event and sat in the seats (they had chairs for them) lined up

Gringos in the Sun

Gringos in the Sun

on the N side of the square, the locals and guests smartly hung out on the East side (in the shade) and us gringos lined up on the West side (in the

Silas of Kuna Yala

Silas of Kuna Yala

Sun).  The seating arrangement reminded me of the ol’ Florida line of how you tell a Cracker (Floridian) from a Yankee (anyone not from Florida)? The Yankees in the Sun!

The skits began with various events surrounding the Panamanian overlords making demands on the Kuna that were contrary to their cultural life. They disrupted their celebrations of coming of age of their youth, they disrupted their Finkas (farms) and their ability to harvest. They disrupted their clothing custom. They didn’t just do this by

Follow the rules or else!

Follow the rules or else!

administrative fiat but by fiat and then beating the daylights out of the Kuna and finally dragging them off to incarcerate them.  All the skits had this same theme. They had foam bats taped up to look like pieces of wood and when they smacked the Kuna there was a pistol like pop, they had a method of then seeding the victim with blood so there was evidence of  physical bodily harm. After one or two skits they would have their dance and music while

Panama's attempt at cultural cleansing

Panama's attempt at cultural cleansing

they prepared for the next one. There appeared to be no limits on who could participate although we were later told that all participation was voluntary.  In some of the skits there were small children (under I’m estimating 5 years old) and when their father was getting beaten or their mother was having their beads cut off her legs and she was physically resisting, the child was in tears. We were told the skits had been rehearsed up to a month prior this day. But  the screams, wails, and tears of a few of the children seemed quite real. Their mom and or their dad was suffering great harm.

After the morning events; I dare not really call them festivities, we returned for the afternoon conclusion where the Kuna rose up and threw off the Panamanian overlords. The Kuna chose to have a party which was forbidden by the Panamanians. This they hoped would lure the officials out into the open. Here

Bait at the Dance

Bait at the Dance

Legs  (Emily) was invited to dance with a Kuna (she accepted – she’s single) and they danced to the the Beatles (yes the Beatles Group from England) music and lured 4 Panamanian officials to the party. There, a dozen Kuna hid about the perimeter and when the Panamanians came to arrest the dancers they were jumped, beaten, and killed or kicked out of the territory.

Last came the political speeches and by then I had had too much of not comprehending what was being said. I chose this time to stroll around the island. I found the bakery and took some more pictures.  Becca (from Passport) followed and finally we were able to signal W/, IB, and Legs to leave the political speeches and we strolled  back to the restaurant, had some refreshments and W/ and I  a bite to eat.

At the restaurant  we met the Sila’s son (who actually worked in Bocas Del Torro, Panama) and he spoke enough English that we could ask him questions about the events and their significance.  He learned English by watching movies and his English was MUCH better then our Spanish!  He told us pieces of the story that we may have missed. He told us while 99% of the people of the island seemed to be at the celebration a many of them had a family member that had been directly  involved in the oppression or the revolution. They could actually remember their father or mother, aunt or uncle talking about it, being beaten, or being arrested.

While we too celebrate our revolution on the 4th of July, no American understands the causes and results as intimately as the Kuna know the story of their own revolution and independence.

Go Slow
Sail Far
Stay Long