Love it hate it…like a moth to the searing hot bulb… Back in Sin City…
The tropics, trade winds, cold beer, and the meaning of life…
Bet you were going to get something deep n meaningful? Sorry, I am going to raise a complaint to the gods on high…
it’s 31c / 88f. The Sou’Westerly trades are glowing a gale. Check this out… very interesting: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trade_wind
I have been taught that the Solomons experiences a southwesterly, “komburu”, and a northeasterly, “ara”. My experience is that the noreasterly is a wet wind, and the souwesterly a dry wind.
And, today, now, the dern souwestly cooks my beer too dern quickly for my liking. I had forgotten you have to drink your beer fast, oh so fast in these islands.
Guess that’s as good as excuse as any for much of my past behaviour.
back in the big mango, n it be guud… Something about the tropics thats makes me smile, feel lazy, n relax…
John Lee Hooker recommends we “chill out”...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43yvS6bPZDs … its a moonless night n the breeze is gentle. JLH’s n Carlos’ music fits the night…
2015… Isle of Man is sizzl’n hot… can you say FFFFASSSSTTTTT….
Originally posted on The Native Iowan:
Reportedly the most dangerous sporting event on the planet. The Isle of Man, as a race circuit, has been running annually since 1904. And it’s happening now.
There is regular talk of the race being shut down. It is simply too dangerous. But there is, luckily, enough interest and participation to keep it going…
Many have never heard of the deadliest motorsports race in the world. Many will suggest a different race. Was it the German Grand Prix when it was held on the Nurburgring Nordschleife? Not even close. The Dakar Rally? You’re still way off. The World Rally Championship, particularly the fatality-prone Group B series? Think again.
At most, those races had deaths that were merely in the double digits. But at the Isle of Man Tourist Trophy motorcycle race, a whopping 135 people have been killed during official competition over the past 105 years (237 if you include the…
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Running slow this morn. Kinda chilly out. Got up n parked my butt in a chair with a blanket and here I sit. There is a UFC prelim on which is good. Gotta luv bloodsports for sunday morn breakfast.
But I am not just vegging in front of the tube… I am also doing work on the BSA project. A few things I need to do/ get to finish this off. It has been a long project with many stops n starts. But it is coming together nicely… After the fights I’ll head over to the shed n do some more work.
This is/ has been a good project… What a sexxy machine…
Now it’s an eclectic and organised mess…
Thank goodness for the various manuals and publication I have to assist:
As of yesterday it’s all looking quite good: I like spending the time and mental energy required herein, but I also like the fact that by doing this and doing it properly I turn my $8000.00 investment into something worth upto 25k. It’ll be a running, original BSA SuperRocket with less than 3000 miles on the clock and not a meaningless investment of time and money… And a lot of ol fart fun… A good investment in my book.
I have been spending a bit of time “in the isles” lately. Long stories as per why I am here so much, but suffice it to say that family n life n living, oft-times, takes one in unpredictable directions.
So it is Saturday mid-day. My neighbors are blasting some noisy tamure music over wasted speakers. I think one of the “boys” is cleaning the pool and enjoys the canned musak that is often considered traditional.
Have a baby in a bassinette on my table. Lets see… Just checked and Epiphany is semi awake. Eyes shifting to the external stimuli. Lets see how much longer she “sleeps”.
My hounds come and go. Noisily raising or lowering their masses. Often prompted by the gate being opened or a refrigerator door closing. They are somewhat fickle friends. Willing to leave my comfortable presence if any food source wandering too close.
By food source, I refer to a child. Most the kids are gone now but they are walking sources of delightful gobbles n licks for these hounds. One of the smart hounds, Iowa, manages to get into the house unnoticed an parks herself delicately under the table. She can remain unnoticed but well fed for long periods of time.
Ok… Epiphany starting to squak… So the baby was rescued by her mom. Moms are such great inventions.
In these isles things take a long time… the roads are pretty much a constant drama. There are soooo many cars on the roads. And take note: the roads have not really changed much in the past 20 years. Basically the old roads get rebuilt every so often, but no new roads, public planning systems, are being built.
Yesterday was funny… We have 2 “gals” who are the housekeepers for our family compound. It is not unusual for there to be only one family member in residence, so there are times the girls have very little to do. But when the hoard invades they are terribly taxed. They earn they keep daily by managing 4 or 5 separate kitchens, the pool n bbq area, the TV room plus 5 other “homes” each with bath n living area… all containing way too many kids.
So yesterday was pay-day. Years ago we got smart and started doing direct pay into employee’s accounts. Save us heaps of time and energy. So we thought until it became evident that no house keepers were going to show up yesterday/ Friday. We were told that on payday they need to go to the bank to get their money, and nowadays, with the big crowds and all, it takes them all day.
Everything in these isles takes way, way longer than planned.
I have been talking to some political types about business and where the nation is and when the administration is going re-learn the value of the rural sector. Let me pull some info from a paper I am sharing with the PM’s office…
- The rural economy(s) of Solomon Islands have been allowed to wither over the past 40 years.
- Prior to 1980, the economic engine of The Solomons was the rural economy(s)
- A picture says a thousand words: UN database
- It is obvious that the trend(s) as exemplified in this graph is directly associated with the loss of growth in the rural economy.
- The loss of the rural economy comes from a number of contributors:
- Past Government policy lead to the centralization of commercial services and activities
- Centralization leads to the “best and the brightest” relocating to where the “bright lights” are
- The focus on harvesting of resources further disenfranchised the rural sector by moving the need from low-scale and low-tech rural production to the importation of heavy machines and equipment.
- “Industry” after the early 80s meant large-scale investment in heavy plant and equipment with trained operators.
- This shift prompted a move in the skill-set of agrarian production to that of modern-world service providers such as truck drivers, chainsaw operators, and mechanics / technicians
- The question, now, would be “How can we reignite the rural economic engines?”.
The point of this discussion is to decide if the SIG is anywhere near serious about the rural sector. I am optimistic due to some recent verbiage they have put out… And I have heard it from more than on source. So it may be time to look back, toward the rural sector.
Honiara basically sucks. Sadly Gizo is not a whole lot better. Its just easy to get onto the water at Gizo. Here in Honiara I am land-locked.
I see lots of money floating around. Still plenty of ex-pats in hugely expensive vehicles. Everyone I see has a phone to their ear… and not just a phone… everyone has a smart phone and lives connected.
Funny stat: and according to th WB … 25% of Solomon IsIanders have access to modern sanitation but almost 60% have access to mobile connectivity
My grandmother would comment, “ it’s all about your priorities”. And she is right. If running water and sanitation is more important than being on-line, well I guess the stats would be different.
But I am feeling uncharacteristically optimistic about this new government. Maybe, just maybe we shall soon see some positive decision-making.
From my discussions with people in the SIG I believe the work is being done and that a strong work ethic (as strong as it can be here) is exemplified by the “bosses”. There has been (always has been) rhetoric about corruption. But I hear that the rhetoric is heating up and the new Gov is both willing but actually targeting the corruption battle. Again, I am uncharacteristically optimistic.
Perhaps it’s early onset dumb-shititis? Or chronic romanticitis?
Perhaps the mix of long serving, self-servers is just right. Perhaps enough old age or, perhaps maturity has set in.
Time will tell.
Again, I am uncharacteristically optimistic.
I have been working on this piece for some time now… open to comments, complaints, n criticisms…
The Last White Man
A colonial tale…
From the water the “big island” is indeed BIG. Compared to the numerous smaller islands the big island is a mecca of life in these islands. All goods into and out passes through “The Port”.
A modern container ship is berthed at the main wharf. Efficiently loading and unloading. It will spend less than 10 hours in Port.
The white sands of the beach glistened in the midday sun.
An array of bright orange and red “canoes” line the beach. Each has an outboard motor. They come from near and far
A bustle of dark-skinned people keep a frenetic pace as they arrive depart, load, unload, gossip and laugh. Numerous languages can be heard, The roar of out board motors, th crying of small children mix to create a confused cacophony of life.
Behind the beach, parked in a insensible mix and match, stands a fleet of flat-bed trucks. Coming and going, raising dust, disgorging people, collecting and delivering. “Market trucks”, as they were called: Bags of copra, trocus, and cocoa. Returning the same trucks are laden with drums of fuel, bags of rice, cartons of tobacco and tinned goods.
In this bustle of life stands an oasis of calm and tranquillity. Poised, as if a spectator to,the noise and confusion of The Port; The National Yacht Club is civility within chaos. The NYC celebrated its 100th anniversary a decade past. It had been a sacrosanct bastion of Colonialism for almost a century. Coining, decades before the famous American City, the slogan, “I love NYC”.
An imposing “leaf-haus” (leaf house) is the main NYC. In the cool recess of the corner is the bar and cold room. Tables and chairs segregate the main floor space.
A small “cabanna” made from mangrove logs and sago palm is a prominent feature. Set a part from the main-club area and accessed by a small cause-way, this bastion within a bastion is known as table #1.
A lone white-man sits in the shade of the sago. He sips a glass of beer. Dressed in his standard “whites”; white linen shirt with knee-length trousers, knee-length socks, gleaming black oxfords. His walking stick leans within reach and his “solar-topee” rests on the table. A heavy glass ashtray holds a half-dozen butts.
He has a magazine and is reading slowly and thoroughly. A pedanticness is obvious in the slow turning of pages.
A tall, lean islander, dressed in a well-worn, white linen jacket approaches the cabana. His bearing military straight. His bare feet, large and knurled, tell much of this man. He is slightly bowlegged, and is carrying a tray in one hand and a large book in the other. He replaces the empty beer bottle with a full, tops-up the glass and places the book on the table. The dirty ash tray is replaced by a clean. A fresh pack of “Dunhill Reds” appears from the pocket of his jacket and is placed next to a gold lighter. All is in perfect order before words are exchanged…
-Last Pack lo Reds, ia, Boss. Mi no savvy what time moa by come.-
The Gentleman, for surely that is what he is, slowly folds his magazine, takes the last puff of a cigarette he holds between his fingers, surgically grinds it out in the new ashtray, then raises his blue-eyed gaze.
-Thank you, Niko, you are a good man.-
-Thank you, Boss. Bye you look long new-member book, staka lilbit new man, ia.-
Standing erect, tray well balanced, slightly limping to the right Niko returns to his duties in the bar.
His best and only friend was “Nika”. They’d been friends for over 50 years and, as the years passed the others departed or died, HE and Niko were the last of the “old breed”.
– Mr. Jason, Mr. Jason -, a man waves toward the cabana. – Mr. Jason, a moment if you please?-
A young man,dressed in a faded “island-shirt”, denim cut-offs and flip-flops negotiates the maze of tables with little dignity. Obviously in a rush, his right flip-flop “blows-out” forcing him to pause in his haste to repair his footwear.
He approaches in a puupy-clumsy manner: -Excellency, so glad to catch you here. Was hoping to have a word with you. About the fund raising we are doing-.
HE sat at “table #1”. It had been “his” table for decades. His and many others. So many years have passed, HE, thought. Fund raising, indeed!
- a world gone mad
- DATED COMMENTARY
- … whatz a "knoberry"?
- 2009 draws to a close
- 2009 PARLIAMENTARY ENTITLEMENTS COMMISSION
- A bit of Celtic common sense…
- a gentle sunday morn
- A good feeling
- A Grey Monday
- a lazy Saturday
- a long while at sea…
- A Native Iowan in the Islands
- a pale sunnsett
- a private view
- a saturday BBQ
- A soft Sunday morn…
- a very nice shot
- accidental art…
- all guud
- an ear piercing party
- an investment opportunity for one and all…
- And it is official… if not belated…
- another lake pict
- Another Peter Pan story
- as I sit
- as the day ends
- Bad natured Mike…
- Been a While
- been boating…
- Better make sure the insurance premiums are paid -up…
- Blustery Weather
- Bummer City
- Can you say… huge slush fund?
- catching up
- cleaning up fishn' gear
- Cmas 2008
- com'n down
- da truth…
- dawg daze
- doin' bizzyness in the Solomons
- Don't let mom know…
- Don't worry Mom…
- dun't know… "blinded by the light"…
- even more grins and giggles
- events that define
- fish kill'n Jake…
- fly fishing in Montana
- Fly Fishing in Montana 2
- Flying High
- for grins and giggles
- for more grins and giggles
- for those who know Gizo
- fresh off the press 06/09
- from January 2009
- Going fishn'
- Gone Fish'n
- good head
- good newz
- grins and giggles
- gun-metal grey
- Happy Birthday
- headlines from April 6
- headlines from the sidelines 12 Feb 20-10
- headlines from the sidelines 22/1/10
- headlines from the sidelines 23/1/10
- headlines from the sidelines 25/1/10
- headlines from the sidelines 26/1/10
- headlines from the sidelines 26/1/10-2
- headlines in political times
- Headlines in the bad times
- How wuz yer day?
- howz it look?
- Hydro Power for Honiara
- Hydro Power for Honiara 2
- I have been remiss
- i remember my youth
- in Brisbane
- interesting enough…
- It'll all be over soon…
- Jake in the islands
- Jake of the islands
- Just on the radio
- keeping it intereesting
- left the camera at home
- lets go fer a boat ride…
- Letter to the Editor 2/9/09
- letter to the editor 27/1/10
- Letter to the Editor 7/7/09
- like a boy scout
- Like the Beatles song…
- Look forward to the next party…
- lotz goin' on
- May 09/ SI Prime Minister meeting
- mildly amusing or just sad
- Miss'n the fish'n
- Montana magic
- more bizness tripp'n
- more fun in the sun
- more good news?
- More of the same…
- Much better pict…
- much to do about nothing?
- my favorite pict…
- Native Iowan
- Nature showing off
- one can only hope…
- owe the blog a story. About a bizzyness trip I did recently.
- party time
- pigg'n out
- poor Constance
- porwad flanning?
- Positive progress?
- press release 17/7/09
- press release 30/7/09
- press release 4-8-09
- press release April 2007
- press release for week of June 29
- press release January 2009
- press release week of 22 june
- proud Papa
- quick close out of Gizo trip
- rainy day in Brisbane
- Remember the ol' playing field at Gizo?
- remind you of somebody?
- rider's log 16-620-11
- Rugby 7s
- running naked 2014
- Saturday at Work
- saturday morning
- saw a great one…
- Sequel to last week's post…
- Simpler Times
- singing wind
- sitting in Vanuatu
- something new
- Sore lo Solomoni
- speaking of fishing
- Speech for Australian/ Solomons Business Forum 10 July 09
- Sunday morn coming down…
- Sunday Morn in Gizo
- Ta Moko ala' Turumakina…
- talk about a bad morning…
- terminal grants
- that metallic taste
- the beauty of these islands
- The Fearsome Flying Gecko Brothers gett wett
- the insects humm
- the war of words…
- Time for something totally different?
- Time is a created thing. To say "I don't have time" is to say "I don't want to."
- to live in deficit
- todays muzak?
- too tired
- Too tired to move
- traveling a lot lately
- tropical bounty
- Trout fishing in America
- Trout fishing in Montana vol 910
- tube-steakz and pool
- two year-olds are amazing…
- very interesting….
- walking through glorious gizo
- watch'n sports
- we've seen it all before
- Weather Map
- What can you say…
- what does social unrest look like
- what is in their water…
- What is the moral here…
- what kids get up to…
- where were you at dawn?
- who ever controls the oil…
- why am I not surprised…
- why I left Iowa
- Worth a read
- Yippeee… Gizo!!
- You know…
- Zoos are fun
- don't ya juz love the solomons
- images from 2011
- isle of man
- JACK LONDON in the SOLOMONS
- MIKE"S BIKES
- Old Things
- a matched pair of headhunting axes?
- a Ngusu Ngusu or two
- A power piece
- carved in stone
- Chief's Stick
- Frigate Bird Bowl
- gruesome history
- kakamora bowl
- Makira bonito bowl
- Makira Man
- Malaitan fighting stick
- more hard magic
- more ngusu ngusu – s
- more ngusu ngusu – s s
- more purty things
- old weapons 1
- old weapons 2
- purty things
- stone age wood bowl
- Stone Gods and Godesses
- stone tools
- symbols of power and position
- The power of stone
- very old nut and putty shield
- PHOTOS AND IMAGES
- 13 May 2pm
- a cool pict
- another week's end
- blazing skies
- fer them that like boats n' water
- friday 19 june 09
- having a very merry SPO Cmas
- images of the isles
- May 11 3pm
- May 14 4pm
- May 4 9am
- May 5 8am
- May 6 12noon
- May 7 5pm
- May 8 8am
- more about boats
- not just another pretty face
- wanna go fer a helicopter ride
- weekend boating
- rider's log
- STORIES: HUMOR AND LIFE
- A pict of Peter Pan
- a pleasant life
- a South Pacific wedding
- and mother farted
- cleaning house
- grandma's garden
- headlines from the bar-side
- i wonder why
- I'll miss Peter Pan
- life's simple twists
- Peter Pan obituary
- Ron's day
- Sum Like It Hot
- the ghost of my childhood
- the history of fly fishing
- while grandma played piano
- STORIES: ISLAND MAGIC
- STORIES: NATURE AND ENERGY
- STORIES: WORKS IN PROGRESS
- time before
- TT isle of man
- why am I not surprised…