November, 2010

Beautiful Diversity in Panama


Because Panama is so beautiful, there were just too many colorful pictures to choose from.  So I've I posted more than usual.  

Panama was interesting to me because of it’s diversity of people, plants and nature.  Panama runs East and West between North and South America.   There are oceans on both sides of the country, rain forests in the mountains, tiny red and green frogs, boa constrictors, quetzal birds (more than 1,000 different birds for that matter), beautiful greenery, hillsides of coffee plants, beaches, and of course, the Panama Canal.  This time I wouldn’t be transiting the canal.  I’ll wait to do that on a sailboat.   

A tour book said it well, “a blond wife and kids from an American businessman, Shopkeepers from India, Korean crew off a tuna boat, Blacks descended from freed or escaped slaves (Cimarrones); South American shoppers, Emberá Indians from the Darien, a Panama Canal pilot, Japanese bankers, merchants with Central European origins possibly finding refuge from Hitler, French sailors with red pompoms on their hats, San Blas Indians, women in the Indian costume."  And that is just the Canal area.  When you go away from that area, you find many more Indians, criollos and mestizos.  In other countries I visited, the different groups were much more separated.  But not here.  


 The surprisingly large city of Panama City with it's many sky scrapers.

There are three areas where most people visit and like to spend time in Panama.  The first is the San Blas Islands South of the Canal on the Atlantic side (near the big boat on the map below).  Most sailboats stop there on their way through the canal or to Columbia.  I didn't get down to this region on this trip.  Second, Bocas del Toro borders Costa Rica on the Atlantic side and is near the yellow X on the top left. Bocas is a charming, little Caribbean island village. Most people come here to enjoy the beautiful beaches with warm water swimming, rain forests, surrounding mangrove islands and some snorkeling. This is where I spent a week on Dances with Dragons enjoying the islands before I went  land traveling. And finally, Boquete/David is near the bottom yellow X.  David is a small town even though it is the second largest city in Panama.  Boquete is a one hour local bus ride up into the hills from David at 3000 feet so it has a cooler, pleasant temperature.  There are also about 20,000 foreigners living in this area.
There are many different Indian tribes living apart from the rest of the population in villages.  They often come to town to buy supplies and socialize with other Indian members.  In Bocas, they wear tiny beads that cover their arms and legs from the knees to their ankles.  In David/Boquete, they wear solid colored dresses with contrasting bric-a-brac.  

The national Panamanian costume worn for celebrations is colorful with distinctive hats for men, beads shaped like flowers for women’s hair, and full colorful skirts that were worn for the many festivities and parades that happen in November.  November was a month of celebrations with independence from Columbia and also from Spain.  There are many parades and festivities. 
Hot sauce!!!
Bocas del Toro
Just like the house boats on Lake Union in Seattle.  Well, not quite. 
Aside from the Indian people, other people were brought in from other countries to help build the canal.  Their descendants are distinct among the population.  Besides North America and Europe, there are many Chinese and East Indians, and Africans that came to work here.  About 72% of the population is a mix of all these groups called Mestizos.  Some folks are extremely tall.  Many have distinct Asian eyes.  It’s all quite a blend.
One week on Dances with Dragons and the mangroves in the background.
 Looking over some antique local fire trucks.
 Over to the island of Bastamientos with beautiful beaches, wild life, and a gathering place for body surfing and camaraderie.
Red Frog Marina in the background with taxi boats on the dock to get to the island.  We arrived by sail boat.
Taxis with proud owners.
 The very tiny red frog.  See him on the circled leaf?
 An extreme close up of the red frog.
 A very small baby boa constrictor.  It was only about 3" in width in this coil.  I love my new camera!
 Local transportation used by the Ngobes Indians. The boats (cayucos) are made from hollowed out trees and are very unstable because of the curved bottoms. 
 A longer cayuco with a motor.
A flowering banana tree.

  Local restaurant / store / taxi stop.


 Cabanas for rent.
 
 Island taxi travel.
Waiting for the water taxi.
  Paradise.
It’s the rainy season now which means almost every morning there is sun with a couple of hours of rain in the afternoon.   The water temperature is warm at about 80-85 degrees.  Nice.
It was a special day in Bocas del Toro (Population 10,000).  It was the day they celebrated their city and provence.  The parade started at 8am and didn't stop until 9pm.
Girls with their moms waiting their turn to march in the parade.
 The littlest drummer.
One of the many hostels in Panama on Bocas.
 
Full color skirts are the traditional dress of Panama.
 The traditional beaded head dresses of Panama. 

The drummer is wearing a traditional Panama hat leading the band.
 Toward the end of the evening the older groups would march at the speed of about a block an hour.  I don't know how they lasted.

The first leg of the journey to leave Bocas to go to David was by water taxi.
To get to David, I took a 45 minute boat ride from Bocas Island to the mainland, a 5 minute taxi ride to the van, a 6 hour van ride, and finally, a 1 ½ hour bus trip  up in the mountains of Boquete.  It’s beautiful up here.  White water rafting, mountain climbing, waterfalls, but I preferred just to mostly relax and go back down to David for my dental appointments.  I have some dental bone grafting that I need to have completed. 
Boquete, up in the mountains at 3500 feet or 1000 meters. It's main street runs about 6 blocks.
  
Below, the heavy mist clouds touching the tops of the mountains and the coffee plants.
 Flowers and plants grow so easily here with even warm temperatures all year around.
Walking in the hills with Kimberly.  We had fun together for about 4 days before she headed south to the Canal area.
A golf course for mostly expatriates with houses that remind me of those in California.
A trip to the rustic hot springs complete with a half mile walk in the mud.  'Cheetah' is our greeter.
She likes to play with all the hot tubbers.
And her owner who collects $2 to use the hot springs.
Getting all the crusty trekking dirt off.  Ahhhh......
Ngobe-Bugle Indians selling hand sewn molas in the town square.  The women make and wear their native Guaymi dresses almost exclusively while the men wear more traditional shirts and jeans.
The Indians live in their own villages and are governed by their own customs but freely intermingle with people outside their groups for shopping and social activities.
The next celebration was Panama's independence from Spain with another parade going from 8am until 11pm.  Three large portable discos also played booming music into the wee hours of the morning. 
Colorful vendors selling grilled chicken pieces on a stick.
More grilled chicken with another example of a Guaymi Indian dress in the village center.
My home away from home.  The sound of the stream drowned out the sounds of the loud disco and traditional music which played until 4am.
With my dentistry done, I was free to go to Costa Rica for two days as my flight left from San Juan.  San Juan was a beautiful 7 hour bus ride through the coffee growing hills.   I haven't been to San Juan in 14 years and it has changed.  It's quite dangerous to walk the streets at night now.  It was very eerie being downtown because it didn't look dangerous at all.  Our taxi driver told us two other drivers had been killed the week before. 
I met up with Dan who also stayed at the last hostel I was at and was traveling in the same direction so we joined company touring around Costa Rica. We decided to stay in the small town of Alajuela nearer to the airport that was safer at night.  But even there, they warned us to take a $1 taxis after dark and not walk the six blocks to our hostel.

With Panama being much safer in the cities, Costa Rica was even more green than Panama.  The temperature was also slightly cooler which was very welcome.  Here is Dan enjoying a 'typical' breakfast.  There were a lot of tasty rice and bean combinations with eggs.
A 45 minute bus ride to Sarchí where they are famous for making hand painted carts which were pulled with oxen for transporting goods.  This is one of their plazas with an over-sized cart on display.
 An iguana from Costa Rican post card.

October, 2010

Surviving A Monks Life
or
the 10 Day Silent Vipassana Discourse

Schedule:
Wake up at 4 am for meditation
Meditation begins in the hall at 4:30 am.
Meditate with 70 other people  for 10-11 hours per day.
Eat what is offered to you for breakfast and lunch.  No dinner meal is offered other than fruit.
No talking except on rare occasions when you need to ask a question at specific times.

Some times you want to leave.  Some times you can't remember why you came.  You see some empty meditation cushions and know they have left probably after day 2 or day 6.  Some times you know you want to leave.  But there is always a curiosity of what is there for you to learn.  So you stay.  And then you find out.  After 9 1/2 days, you are SO elated that you can talk again!  What a joy!!! You can share questions, concerns, what you think you learned, get to know the names of your seven roommates, and say all the things you wanted to share but could not.

All in all, it was a very valuable experience.  You have no idea what you're going to take away with you, but you know it's going to be interesting in some way or another.    http://www.dhamma.org/


Finally we can talk!
Boots used for the fields where we walked and walked and walked....

September, 2010

Appleton, WI

September included a trip to visit family in Wisconsin.  My youngest brother Pat was having his wedding celebration and I also wanted to spend time with my 82 year old father.  
During my ten days there, I could literally see the changing of the seasons from summer to fall.  There were trees that had turned color with leaves already starting to fall on the ground.  Within a week!  It was amazing to witness.
Some of the many corn fields which will feed the cows during the winter which will produce milk and cheese.  I saw mostly corn fields with soy bean fields coming in second.
For me, this is a typical farm...a red barn on a slight incline for tractors to enter where hay is stored on the upper level.  Cows have their individual stalls on the lower level where they are milked at 5am and at 'supper' time.  ('Dinner' is the lunch time meal.)  
At St. Therese we went to mass six days a week Sunday through Friday plus catholic school.  
It wasn't until I visited Gothic churches in Europe that I realized that St. Therese catholic church was expensively designed and built after famous cathedrals in France and England.  Until that time, I thought it was a standard catholic church.
The church and school is on the right and the bakery donut shop is across the street.  We were encouraged not to eat breakfast until after mass.  So with six cents in our pocket, we could buy a chocolate or vanilla  'pershing' for breakfast.  This was supplemented with orange juice at school.  What a great breakfast for a hypoglycemic person!
They still make them.  See how you can twist it off in bites?
Pat with his bride Susie.  Pat's son Eric and his fiance Janelle.
Eric driving away in one of his future father-in-laws cars.  A great past time for many people is fixing up old cars and going to car shows and rallies.  My brother Glen has two antique tractors and my brother Pat has two collector cars and a collector pick up truck.  Next time I will have to take photos.  
All the kids except the oldest.  I'm the second oldest.  My brother Glen on the far right is 9 months younger than me.  When his friends meet me for the first time, I ask them if they can see the family resemblance.
 Clay is my dad.

July & August 2010

Duck Dodge, Lake Union, Seattle, WA
I went back to Seattle to take care of business.  And now that I have a new camera, I can add to my blog again.  By the first week of August, business was finished and it was time for more sailing.  I really missed being on boats. Duck Dodges filled the bill.  arrr arrr...ducks...bill.   With about 100 boats racing on a very small lake, things usually get interesting.  There have been many times when boats will get so close that they need to push away from one another.  Especially if it's a down wind drift and the wind dies as we all come around the mark.  Since there are about 5 different starts for all of the different classes, the other interesting times are when some groups of sail boats cross the lines of another group of boats coming in the opposite direction.  Then you will hear a lot of yelling and "Starboard" which means I have the right away and give way to me.  It can get tense but that's part of racing.
On this particular Duck Dodge, I was on a 60' classic wooden sail boat which is very heavy. As you can see from the above two photographs, when the wind died, we were still going faster than the other smaller lighter sail boats but not able to maneuver much.  Tonnage counts.  The other boats had to get out of our way.  
 
Downtown Seattle is so beautiful from Lake Union.
You can see how serious Duck Dodge can be.  Notice the swimmers.
The sun starts to set and this is the most beautiful time of the evening as the lights comes up over the city.
After a big raft up (all the boats tied up together in the middle of the lake to socialize and party), we all head back to our individual docks and watch this beautiful city scape.  It's truly breath taking.  I'm so fortunate to be able to be part of it.

June 22, 2010

North Haven, Vinylhaven & Seal Cove, Maine


We headed back out in to the wilderness into the Fox Island Thoroughfare and Vinyl Haven.  It is a group of islands East from the mainland about a 3 hour motor.  Very beautiful and very isolated.  It doesn’t get to ungodly cold here in the winter with the temperatures rarely going below zero and normally staying in the mid 20’s and 30’s.  It’s about the same latitude as Seattle. Once again, many similarities.  We explored the islands and picked up some clams along the way.  They were so delicious!!! 

Then the fog came in.  It was so thick.  I was just wishing it would lift and then it would get heavier and come in more dense.  Then lift a little but again more dense.  There’s not much you can do in the fog.  It was so foggy that I didn’t trust going out in the dinghy.  I would have needed a compass to find my way back.  It’s like diving and you don’t know which way is up.  A very strange feeling.  So we caught up on some organizing on the boat and I did some knitting while we waited out the fog.  It was one whole day of waiting.   
The next day, the sun came out after 10am and burned away enough so that we could navigate out of the islands.  We decided to go back to the mainland where there might be more sun, warmth and less fog.  Camden, here we come.  A 3 hour motor.

From Pemaquid we stopped at Rockland, Maine which is an actual town.  It has a marine store, groceries and a library with internet.  Always nice to catch up.   
We stopped at restaurant and gorged on mussels and steamers with our dinner.  Really inexpensive and delicious. 
A rare treat with other seafood dinners being very expensive.  Steamers seem to be like very small gooeyducks.  
 See the photo for all you people in the Northwest.  Yummmm….!!!

June 16, 2010

Rock on in Maine - Pemaquid Harbor, ME

I’m well acquainted with the phrase, ‘If you haven’t been aground, you haven’t been around’. But in Maine, I’m making up a new one…’Rock on in Maine’.
Anyone who has gunk holed here knows that Maine is full of rock ledges and rocks. And when you mention rocks to another boater, you always get the answer, ‘Oh yes…’. I was shocked at how many rocks pop up when the tide is low.
Just where I was going at full throttle in the dinghy now shows many rocks popping up all over. Our first rock encounter was when we entered this harbor.
While we were dodging small islands and rock outcroppings, I was down below when suddenly there was a huge ‘thud’. It stopped the boat abruptly.
I was thrown into the bookshelf down in the v-berth. Next time I think I’ll stay up top. We backed up and off the rock ledge and continued on our way hoping the damage was minimal.

That plus we were experiencing engine problems with fluid getting into the oil. Since we were coming in to an anchorage, we managed to catch a mooring ball and quickly turn off the engine that was starting to smoke.
As for the engine, with a few phone calls and the help of UPS and the park service receiving our package, Don is down in the engine compartment replacing the new fuel lift pump. Now, we’re hoping that the damage from the rock is minimal.

This is a great place to be stuck in. There’s a fishing co-op of friendly lobster fishermen, a fort from the mid 1600’s and a helpful park staff manning the exhibits.
After 3 days, Don fixed the engine and we were off again up the coast of Maine.