There, as we watched the surf crash on the shore, we dined on spinach salads, curried shrimp and Mary, the breast of chicken. We passed by the Pacific Naval Command Center and then on into the small park and visitor center that houses the entrance to the Arizona Memorial. As I looked to the North, at the mountains not far away, I could imagine the first wave of 187 dive-bombers and then the second wave of torpedo planes appearing like an evil apparition over the nearby crests. These thoughts careened through my head as I looked at the raised nameplates of the mighty battle ships nearby.
From the Arizona memorial, we boarded our buses and rode up into the hills to another peaceful military cemetery called the a€?Punchbowl.a€? Here, amidst the bucolic rows of trees, shrubs and neatly trimmed grass, lie 39,000 military men and women who saw service in the pacific theaters, in various wars of our history. As we drove through Honolulu, the bus passed by several old churches and then by the Queen Iolani Palace. We were tiring with the long and active day so we retreated to our cabin, We opened the balcony door and sat for a time in the fresh sea air admiring the moonshine of the ocean beneath us.
On the journey down the mountain, we could espy Nihau, the a€?forbidden islanda€? about 11 miles from Kauai. We walked down to deck five and boarded the motorized tender for the short ride to the Lahaina docks. The small basin between them is shallow and became an ideal breeding ground for the sperm whales from time immemorial. It was misting lightly as we stood outside the center and looked across the Caldera, or Volcanoa€™s mouth. It was only 12 years ago that an enormous lava flow had slid down the mountain and destroyed 189 homes and virtually the entire town of Kalapena.
We traversed the volcano on a ring road watching the lunar landscape created by the sulphur and old lava flows. From the Volcano house, we rode a brief way to the a€?Akatsuka Orchid Gardensa€? to admire the many gorgeous varieties of colorful orchids that the island produces. From the Mona Loa Nut factory, Derek drove us to the ocean shore, at the afore-mentioned site of the unfortunate town of Kalapena. After our late morning siestas, we stopped by the deck 14 trough to ingest the appropriate caloric overload. The waiters served up the usual five star extravaganzas as we sipped a nice bottle of Mondavi Merlot and got acquainted with this charming couple. We were now some 800 miles South of Hilo and still had another 400 miles before we reached that small speck in the Pacific labeled Christmas Island. An art auction was taking place in the wheel house lounge, so we sat through that for a time enjoying the banter of the auctioneer and the lively patter about artists a€?not yet dead.a€? Then, we watched the delightful comedy a€?Analyze That,a€? with Billy Crystal and Robert De Niro. Breakfast found us in the deck 14 Horizons court and then we sunned on the aft section of deck 12 for an hour or so before retreating to a€?Octogenarians row,a€? on covered deck 7, to read our books and enjoy the lazy motions of the ship. Even turtles get sunburned , so we packed it in and walked three miles (12 laps around deck 7) enjoying the vigor and the sweat that the walk produced. It was another a€?formal nighta€? for dinner, so we repaired to our cabin to dress in our a€?Cinderella Clothesa€? and venture forth once again down the grand promenade on deck 7.
In the dining room, Kevin and Laura shared a good Cabernet, sent by their travel agent, which we helped them enjoy. The Princess Lounge provided another interesting song and dance routine titled a€?Rhythms of the City.a€? We watched and appreciated the talent and energy these kids put forth. Just off the bow of the ship a jagged and erose peak, with a phallic shape, rose needle-nosed into the surrounding sky. The driver pulled along the side of the road and bade us look at the ubiquitous holes all along the roadside. Near the end of the tour, the guide stopped by the most famous eatery on the island, a€?Bloody Marya€™s.a€? It is a grass roofed, sand- floored and quietly elegant restaurant made famous by James Michener and others. We were up early to watch the Dawn Princess sail into Opunohu Bay on the North Coast of Moorea, some 130 miles Southeast of Bora Bora. We assembled in the deck 7 Vista Lounge and then walked school fashion, through the ship, to the gangway on deck 3 for boarding the shipa€™s tenders. The pier area is a simple jetty with a stone rest room and a nearby municipal building for the gendarmes.
Along the sides of the road, our guide pointed out thin Mahogany trees, acacia, tulip, a€?lipsticka€? trees, guava, banana, teak, lice and Chinese chestnut trees along the roadside. Along the coast road, we could see the island of Tahiti rising up from the ocean, some 11 miles away. The Moorea Sheraton again has those delightful grass-hutted rondevals, with glass bottomed floors, sitting on piers looking into the bay.
We descended to deck 7, saw and talked with Laura and Kevin Hanley for a bit, before returning to the cabin to read and relax before surrendering to the welcome arrival of the sand man. We had arrived in Tahiti, a€?The Gathering Place.a€? Just the sound of the name brings up worldwide images of soft breezes, exotic women and an escape from the harsh realities of the Old World. Most of us carry visions of Tahiti in our head from the various versions of a€?Mutiny on The Bounty.a€? The film, made from a James Norman Hall novel detailing a mutiny aboard Her Majestya€™s ship a€?Bounty,a€? captained by the now famous Captain Bligh and his first mate Fletcher Christian. Whalers, merchantmen and adventurers arrived in waves bringing new world gifts like STD and the moral standards of seamen who had been afloat for a year and away from leavening strictures of women and polite society. During the 1840a€™s, France consolidated its control of five of these small island chains into what we now call French Polynesia.
Tahiti, one of the larger islands in the group, is actually comprised of two extinct volcano mounts and the slopes surrounding them. After breakfast on deck 14, a wooden a€?Le Truka€? shuttled us into the Centre De Ville, on the waterfront. Next, we came upon the two-story version of the central marketplace in Tahiti, a€?Le Marche,a€? or the market. It was nearing noon, so we decided to stop by one of the many portable a€?Les Roulettesa€? for a snack. We continued walking the small streets, enjoying the feel of a culture and language not our own.
We sunned for an hour, on deck 12, had a refreshing dip in the smaller spa pool and then retreated to our cabin to consider the logistics of packing for the trip home. We packed our clothes, kept some necessary toiletries and clothes for a carry on bag, and then put the bags outside the cabin for pickup.
Atak describes several days in her life, concluding with the loading of camels and donkeys for the familya€™s move to better grazing.
Most Andean Indians dwell and farm at a particular high elevation that limits what they can grow and produce, requiring trade with people living at other levels.
At 8,000 feet, at the upper limit of the cloud forest, the Qa€™ero live in wooden houses, grow corn, and cut wood for cooking and heating.
The scattered local people who send their kids to the little school helped the couple build the school and their own comfortable house with planks cut out from the forest. In addition, At the following website, you'll find six galleries of Victor's photos of South American children.
Note: Because the Peru and Colombia galleries have more than 50 pictures, some are hidden on a second page. In our Muslim society, unlike that of Arabs and other Middle East people, our men veil their facesa€”not our women.
With udders full of milk and hurting, the mother camels are eager to nurse their hungry babies. While my aunts milk the mothers, my cousins Lalla, Tiwilt, and I hold bowls under the udders. While waiting for our second glass of tea, Raisha and I go to the baby camels to release them from their stakes.
When Abookabook returns, Uncle Amud, who had joined us for tea, gives his son the sweet tea leaves in the pot to suck like candy. Mohammed continued his story, a€?It was hot, so we settled in the little bit of shade under a small acacia tree to talk. Adambo and Mohammed will start wearing the tagilmust to cover their head and face when they become sixteen or seventeen.
That evening, Uncle Amud takes the entire herd to the area where the mother camels are grazing. A A  Each fall on Columbus Day, October 12, the entire family competes in a regional rodeo. Mohammed continued his story, a€?It was hot, so we settled in the little bit of shade under a small acacia tree to talk.A  But then a herd of gazelles passed by. Victor Engleberta€™s photos and texts have documented the lives and customs of more than 30 indigenous peoples in Africa, South America, and parts of Asia and Polynesia.
A A A  Recently, on assignment for Scholastic, hea€™s been photographing and writing about South American kids in primitive as well as developed areas.
Cape May County, NJ —These days I am hearing everyone extolling the virtues of planting a victory garden and sharing the latest meatloaf recipe.
Because I am lucky enough to have rural property, hens, roosters and fresh, home grown eggs are part of my world. At the present time I have seven hens and two roosters, which works just fine until about April. Then, it's time for poultry passion and roosters just want all the hens for themselves alone.
Yet, contrary to popular opinion, perpetrated by the likes of Colonel Sanders, chickens are not stupid and they exhibit individual personality traits just like pet dogs and cats. Chief, my very large black and green Jersey Giant, will follow me everywhere, and when offered a treat (a leftover bagel, some overcooked brussels sprouts or a taste of penne pasta) will daintily eat from my hand. Because of her advanced age and red dust mop of scraggly feathers, she is the spitting image of my college history professor Maureen McDougal. Along with store bought grain-feed, (no Nibblets canned corn) chickens will eat almost any leftovers - although they don’t seem to relish garlic. Of course, you and your neighbors will have to put up with occasional four AM crowing sessions. Yeah, I hear you laughing… but you’ll want to have eggs for breakfast whether zombies are roaming the streets or not, right? Even the CDC (the US Center for Disease Control and Prevention) got into the act last year with a blog post full of advice for preppers on how to prepare for a zombie apocalypse. At My Pet Chicken, while we don’t expect that the complete end of civilization is coming anytime soon, we can still offer some advice for choosing a great end-of-times chicken breed, in the interests of being prepared!
In the event of a Zombie Apocalypse, you will be looking for chickens that can forage well on their own. Just remember, you won’t be able to simply pop down to the local feed store for more feed when the zombie hordes have invaded. It has a list of more than 70 breeds, showing foraging ability, hardiness and more, to help you choose the very best breeds for your situation, and to help you plan like an expert even if you’ve never kept chickens before. Another good reference guide is Gail Damerow’s Chicken Encyclopedia, which provides basic information about some important health topics.
With your guide in hand, there are many things to consider when choosing a breed for the zombie apocalypse.
After 15 + years of keeping backyard hens, I got my first Welsummer last year and that breed went right to the top of my list of favorites. Zombie apocalypse is actually frequently on my mind:) I plan on moving to an uninhabited island when such an attack occurs. My best all-around chickens are my mixed breed chickens (Barred Rock, Australorp, and a couple of others thrown in there along they way). NOW , since i did some research on the chickens , i would choose the welsommer as well for the apocalypse . I have been thinking about a Welsummer anyway, so I guess I’ll definitely add that one to my flock!
I LOVE my Americaunas & will be getting some Blue Laced Red Wyandotte chicks next week!!!! We’ve got 4 hens which are a hybrid cross between a White Rock egg-layer type female and a Rhode Island Red male.
I would have to say, if were going to choose which of my breeds I would keep in a Zombie Apocalypse, I would keep my Naked Necks.
I ordered 5 pullets of Golden wyandottes but they wont get here till the middle of May…yeap me crying.
A Hawaiian woman gave us two flowered leis and then asked for $10 contributions for the local boy and Girl Scout troops. We walked along the world famous Waikiki beach, gazing down the beach to a€?Diamond Head.a€? The massive granite outcropping had been so named by Captain Cook, an early explorer who saw the crystallized volcanic material glinting in the noonday sun and thought the peak encrusted in diamonds. We stopped for some decent Kona coffee in the Outrigger and watched the moving tableau around us. We managed that well enough and then had coffee and croissants in the lobby area of the Tapa tower. We were headed for the holiest of military shrines in the state, the Arizona memorial, commemorating the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7th, 1941.
He told us about the a€?Hawaiian Home Program.a€? Residents of Hawaiian descent are eligible to purchase homes and receive the land for $1. A large group of high school kids were passing the time like all kids, singing, joking and clowning around.
A graceful white arch of stone, with a series of open side vents and open roof area, house two smaller enclosed marble rooms at either end.
They had launched from the Akagi, Kiryu and two other carriers sailing a short 220-mile to the Northeast.
We had a nice Fiume Blanc for openers, then a shrimp appetizer, crA?me of mushroom soup, pastry filled with shrimp calamari and other seafood, in a lobster sauce. Instead of molten rock, I could see the flow of electric lava as it slid down the mountains in the dark. We read for a time and then surrendered the hypnotic sway of the ship as we drifted off into the land of the great beyond. Our immediate impression of the islands is that it is lush and tropical, with a much smaller population (56,000) than the other isles in the chain.
The driver told us humorously that in the early 1960a€™s whole families would bring picnic food and camp out nearby to watch the light change colors.
The growers, ironically, found that a€?burning the fieldsa€? lowered the molasses content in the plants and increased the sugar yield from the cane. There is a moral here someplace about pretending who you are not and the consequences of that action.
In many ways, the Hawaiians resemble Native Americans with their preoccupation with superstition, mythology and colorful sagas transmitted orally throughout the generations. We ascended, in a series of gradual switchbacks, 2,800 feet to the top of the islanda€™s extinct Wai ali ali volcano. The Sinclairs, a family of Slave traders from Massachusetts, had purchased the island from King Kamehameha in the 1830a€™s.
We boarded the vessel and had a nice lunch of fish, fruit and vegetables in the deck 14 buffet. After dinner, I was still reeling from a bad head cold, so we retreated to the room to read and retire.
These a€?tendersa€? are wholly enclosed lifeboats that are capable of ocean sailing in an emergency. They spawn here from December through April and then in May, begin their swim up to the Aleutian Island chain.
We walked the paved ocean path, along the beach, enjoying the swaying palms, the flowering hibiscus, the neatly manicured lawns of the huge hotels and the general aura of opulence. We met and talked with Marty and Tom Bleckstein, who live on Maui and were aboard for the cruise to Tahiti.
Jon was our waiter again this evening and we exchanged a a€?Magandang Gabia€? (good evening) and a€?Mabuti, salamata€? (I am fine, Thanks) in Tagalog.
It was cloudy and warm, with the promise of rain, something that happens often on this side of the island.
Great white swaths of dried calcium and super heated sulphur remained from the flows of heated magma.(magma below ground, lava above) As the mist and rain seeped into the ground, steam rose as the water hit heated rock below.
The fiery lava seeped into the ocean and created super heated mists that explodes the rocks and created the black sand beaches that we were to see in a few hours. We were stopping at the a€?Thurston Lava Tube.a€? The 360 yard, ten foot high tunnel had been carved out by heated lava. In a few hundred years, this newest portion of Hawaii will be a tropical beach and palm grove. We had a glass of the Merlot in the cabin as I wrote up my notes and we settled in to relax for a bit. As we watched the big island settle into the Horizon, we met and talked again with Tom Bleckstein. The sky was studded with gray clouds, the air was warm and a brisk trade wind was quartering us from the northeast.
Proper dress was required, so we cleaned up some and venture in to this now familiar place of gustatory titillation. It is every bit as funny as a€?Analyze this.a€? The really is a wealth of things to do shipboard if you seek them out. This was the a€?island tour.a€? We never did find Captain Cooka€™s Hotel or any other commercial establishment for that matter. We enjoyed Lobster appetizers, pea and onion crA?me soup, filet of Halibut in peppercorn sauce and Macadamia nut ice cream, all accompanied by a Mondavi Merlot and good coffee.
These kids might not be on Broadway, but they gave 150% in energy and we enjoyed their performances.
We enjoyed the film and then made our way to deck 12 for Hagendaaz ice cream floats topside. It was a€?Italian Nighta€? in the Florentine room and we were looking forward to the gustatory experience.
This introduced crab and melon ball appetizers, a Greek Salad, Norwegian trout for me, all followed by an Austrian Sacher Torte and good coffee.
The Palm trees and the vegetation here are lush and green, a result of the 74 inches of annual rainfall. It is a collection of those lovely, small grass-roofed huts that sit out on piers right over the ocean.
The crabs are apparently nocturnal creatures and come forth at night o feed on the fallen fruit of the many trees I had noticed. These were provided by the government, at a cost of $2,000, to any of the islanders whose homes are destroyed by the various hurricanes that sweep over the island. A large wooden gargoyle sits in front of the restaurant, near a wooden sign carved with the names of all of the a€?famousa€? people who had dined here. Shrimp cocktails, lentil soup, Alaskan crab legs and a wonderful black forest cake made for an elegant and relaxing repast. Several tents had been put up by local vendors hawking jewelry and Moorean arts and crafts.
The deep blue of the far ocean, azure sky, studded with white puffy clouds, all accented the deep emerald of the lush vegetation on the island. These are limestone temple sites where yearly the islanders had sacrificed humans in a ritual to please the great god Oro.
The 4-masted Windjammer and the Paul Gauguin were sitting at anchor in turquoise Opunohu bay, the palm trees were swaying in the breeze, against the brilliant backdrop of multi hued sapphire sea, azure sky and emerald hills. A large car ferry and a smaller and swifter catamaran ferry made regular, daily trips to nearby Tahiti.
The heat and humidity were intense, so we decided to hop the tender for the air-conditioned comfort of the Dawn Princess, sitting placidly at anchor in the bay. Even a dip in the small pool couldna€™t revive us, so we headed to the cabin for a 2-hour nap. English Captain James Cook and French explorer Captain Louis Bouganville had first discovered these a€?Society Islandsa€? in the 1760a€™s. The backdrop images in the film are mostly taken from the lovely islands of Moorea and Bora Bora. The Protestant missionaries had come in the early 1800a€™s and banished most native cultural practices, including ritual sacrifice of humans. Mount Orohena, at 6,700 feet, dominates the larger chunk of the island (Tahiti Nui) Mount Aurai, at 6,200 feet sits on most of the smaller portion of Tahiti (Tahiti a€“Iti).
A small tourist pavilion, adjacent to a newly constructed town square, dominates the waterfront here.
The offer of $120 for a cab ride, with a driver who knew little English, didna€™t seem too enticing to us. The traffic is heavy and runs in twin ribbons of moving steel separating the town and the ocean. The first floor of this open-air barn is filled with food vendors selling everything from fruits to fish and any number of sundries.
We dodged the speedy traffic and visited another elegant Joualerie where we found a beautiful set of black pearl earrings to match the necklace pearl we had just purchased. A small bronze bust of Louis Bouganville commemorates this eminent French explorer after whom had been named the colorful tropical flower a€?Bouganvillea.a€? We sat for a time in the shade and enjoyed the lush tropical foliage, the colorful flowers and the heat of a tropical isle and each othera€™s company. The next chore was to find a€?le box postal.a€? It isna€™t like our cities, where you can find a blue, US mailbox on every corner.
We walked back to the waterfront and caught a shuttle for the 15-minute ride to the commercial end of the port and the welcome air-conditioned bubble of the Dawn Princess. During the summer-fall dry season, the 12- and 14-year old sisters spend much of their time on horseback, doing errands and helping herd the familya€™s 400 head of cattle. Note: Atakaa€™s mother died when she was a baby, requiring that her father a€?nursea€? her with camela€™s milk, often on the move aboard his camel. My family raises camels that feed on scarce blades of grass and widely scattered bushes and thorn trees. Nine-year-old Becky describes her life in a closely spaced mud-hut village that has no electricity or running water. The baker, seamstresses, and other adults work outside their huts, some stirring cocoa beans drying on large makeshift tables. As punishment, the teacher can send children to weed her cornfield or gather firewood for her. This 13-year-old Andean girl, named Luisa, belongs to the Qa€™ero tribe, descended from the Incas.


Anticipating flooding the school is built on stilts, the children delivered by one of the fathers in a canoe powered outboard motor. A few days ago, my father rode away on his white, blue-eyed camel to In-Gall, an oasis town far to the south. My father told me that our tribe, the noble Kel Rela, were once great warriors who ruled the central Sahara.
Then Aunt Fati gathers the fire embers into a sand-filled basin and places a small pot of green tea to brew. Any later, and the baby camels would have drunk the milk that by then had started forming in their mothersa€™ udders.
We do so to celebrate a birth, a wedding, or some other important event, and to honor a distinguished guest.
The mothers will graze unattended until evening, when the pressure of full udders will force them back to their babies for nursing. When Raisha begins beating the drum, my aunts and the visiting women clap their hands, while singing a hauntingly beautiful song. Thata€™s because too many camels, donkeys, sheep, and goats walk there every day to be watered by other Tuareg people.
News of my fathera€™s return has traveled fast, bringing visitors who want to hear of his trip. We throw each other glowing red embers from the fire, and catch them with bare hands before quickly passing them on.
Ita€™s hard work to break the millet grains with her pestle.A  So once in a while, Raisha rests by leaning on it. Having brought water from the well along the way, he also helps Sata give her sick baby a bath. Also an explorer, Victor was among the first to photograph the Amazona€™s Yanomami and the Saharaa€™s Tuareg nomads.
More than a little concerned, I called my neighbor, a cattle farmer, to let him know that his flock had wandered down to the lake and that they looked mighty cold.
They often share the same water and the same grassy part of the garden to sun bathe in. It's a necessity to protect your chicks from late night raccoons and other mischief makers. In return, you'll eat the most flavorful omelettes and serve the best Crème Brulee in town. And do you really want to live without meringue or angel food cake for the rest of your life? For one, you can’t simply pick any breed and presume that your zombie preparedness worries are over.
In addition to having a good foraging ability, the chickens you want to keep after the zombie apocalypse will need to occasionally go broody, so there will be future generations.
Plus, the hens are a heathery brown with reddish hackles, camouflaged so they are hard for predators to spot in the brush. While there may be other breeds that will do well in your particular environment, the Wellie is a good bet for most places here in the United States.
Perhaps personality doesn’t matter if their are zombies about, but this breed is also gentle and friendly, and not heavy to pick up, so if you have children (not zombie children) a Welsummer is an ideal choice.
I would have to go with Brown Leghorns due to their duality and reliability, they just are a bit wary of people. I’ve been reading David Moody’s Autumn series of books about a Zombie Apocalypse and thinking it would be great to still have our wonderful eggs! They’re huge, lay jumbo to extra jumbo size eggs everyday, are very docile, and beautiful!
We picked up a few random breeds last year, but once I did some research and discovered Wellies, I just had to have some.
I think the Jersey Giants could kick a zombie and knock it over and then we can take it out, and have a wonderful zombie BBQ.
So I went to the local farm ranch store and they have Rhode Island Reds so I got 5 straight run so we shall see how many hens I get. The Northwest and later, the Pacific Ocean were clouded from view as a massive front roared beneath us. Tiring, we headed back to the room to read, make some notes and surrender to the Hawaiian night.
The a€?Don Hoa€? style preacher had everyone singing God Bless America and other group songs. A list of the sailors and marines lost that day, in raise metal etchings, adorns one wall, with a plaque and several American and military flags. The sight of an entire fleet of attacking planes, on a warm Sunday morning, must have been surreal as the angry wasps spit fire and lead into the row of battleships at anchor.
In the words of a prescient Japanese Admiral, with their surprise attack, they a€?had awoken a sleeping giant and filled it with a terrible resolve.a€? The conflict wasna€™t to end for four long years. The bus took us to a virtual a€?sea of luggagea€? and calmly suggested we a€?identify oursa€? for processing. Diamond Head, Waikiki beach and the other recognizable features of Oahu blended into the Ocean dark. The informative bus driver gave us a running narration of the fauna and flora of the island as well as a cultural overlay that we found interesting.
I dona€™t know how true the story is, but it gave insight into the islanders endearing trait of not taking themselves too seriously.
The stone foundations of a a€?Russian Forta€? gave rise to another tale of Colonial treachery and Hawaiian retribution, swift and sudden. It was a beautiful day and we decided to walk from the port area to the nearby Sheraton hotel and beach area. We sipped some passable Cabernet as the erose skyline of Nawiliwili harbor and Kauai faded into the setting sun. They can seat almost 90 people and are a bit removed from the old a€?lifeboatsa€? that ships used to carry. One can only speculate at all of the events, legal and foul, that must have transpired under its shelter. Whale blubber and whale oil fueled the lamps of Europe and America during the 1800a€™s, until the advent of mass production of electricity.
We had enjoyed this low-key, unhurried look at Maui, without the hustle and commotion of a guided tour. His grasp of plate tectonics, the mechanics of volcanic eruption and a score of other disciplines, involving agriculture, local flora and fauna and marine biology were not just superficially acquired. The actual volcano mouth was surrounded by succeedingly larger depressions that extended out further. The lava had the consistency of brittle tar that had frozen in wildly flowing waves of super heated rock. When the surface of a lava flow starts to cool, the molten lava often is still flowing beneath the surface. We had a leisurely breakfast on the balcony, watching the white caps of the blue sea swell and flow around the big shipa€™s wake.
We had brought our books with us and sat outside, on lounge chairs on the covered promenade deck. Four photographers were busy taking pictures of passengers in their tuxedos and evening wear. We breakfasted in the deck 14 Horizons Court and then sunned on the aft fantail of deck 12, enjoying the leisurely time to read, try a cooling dip in the small pool and generally laze about the deck. After the movie, I sent some e-mails into cyber space enjoying the novelty of transmitting from the middle of the ocean via satellite, something that would have been near impossible only a few years before.
The performance was blocked some by clouds, but we watched it eagerly enjoying the light play of sun on water and sky as the day turned into night at sea in its daily magical performance.
We smiled at the co-incidence and enjoyed another meal with these charming young people from London.
Even better, across the bay at a now abandoned similar anchorage, the area had been named Paris. After the show, Mary and I wandered topside to look at the full array of celestial beacons that adorned the heavens. Even the name conjured up visions of Polynesians in outrigger war canoes with the sound of drums resonating in the humid air.
I dona€™t usually like lounge singers, but this engaging performer gave convincing renditions of Neil Diamond, Frank Sinatra, Paul Anka, Elvis Presley and a bevy of others, in a toe-tapping medley that left you smiling. W returned to our cabin to read (a€?Backspina€? Harlan Coben ), write up my notes and retire. The bay in which we were anchored, and most of the visible island, once were ensconced firmly in the center on an ancient caldera of a volcano that had risen some 13,000 feet into the Polynesian sky. The sturdy vehicles were clean and comfortable with seat pads, not anywhere near as Spartan as the guides had warned us.
We drove by and admired Papaya, Banana, coconut and the famous breadfruit trees for which the HMS Bounty had come to the Society Island looking in the 1800a€™s. The tab was a respectable $500-$800 a night for those fortunate enough to be able to stay there.
Tongue in cheek, the guide explained that, like most social programs the program has those who used it unfairly. French is spoken on the island exclusively and French Polynesian Francs the currency of choice.. Rotui was already peaking out from the gray wisps of cloudy garlands capping its erose peak. The 53 square mile island, shaped like a butterfly, is a popular destination for upscale tourism. It had rained heavily a few hours before and the small rain puddles made the walk through the open field interesting.
The a€?lipsticka€? tree had small fuzzy buds that when rubbed on lips or fingers had the same effect as rouge. Small bushes, with thin and wiry leaves, are carefully tended by laborers and then harvested for their sweet fruit.
All high school students have to commute daily to Tahiti as well as many workers who commute daily. Then, Lobsters tails and a light parfait, all washed down with a Mondavi Merlot and decent coffee completed this wonderful dinner. We could watch half a dozen freighters lading cargo, the men and forklifts scurrying here and there, noisy and busy at work. The accounts they brought back electrified Europe enticing artists like Gauguin and adventurers of every type. The missionarya€™s razed the several Marae (sacrificial altars) and brought the European version of a straight-laced version of an unforgiving deity. A few hundred yards over sits the huge Ferry dock for the daily shuttles to Moorea, visible on the horizon, just 11 miles Northeast of Tahiti. The Tahitians are religious about stopping for pedestrians crossing the street, but it is still proved to be an adventure. We then walked down the main gallery of deck 7 and had some coffee in the small lounge outside of the restaurants. Neon signs from the honk tonk clubs a€?Broadway,a€? a€?Manhattana€? and others vied for the club trade. As photographed here, the seven-year-old daughter wins the title of Miss Rodeo for her riding stunts. Doing tasks in camp, Ataka yearns for her fathera€™s return from a trading trip, a cause for celebration in the narrative. Camels have hard gums, allowing their teeth to chew long sharp thorns as if they were grass. Eldest of four children, Becky helps her parents with chores, often assisted by her best friend, Bonsa. Yet, if a child does well, the teacher may instead dance for the child and invite her to join in. Among all Andean tribes, the Qa€™ero have best retained the original Inca language, known as Quechua. Higher up, at the foot of glaciers, they live in windowless stone houses and raise llamas, alpacas, and horses. And I can count on the fingers of one hand the times I have seen rain, and then little of it. There, he will exchange one of the two camels he is towing for sugar, green tea, a cereal called millet, and clothes for the family. They hide their faces most from the people they owe the greatest respect, such as their parents-in-law, women, and strangers.
Quickly, my cousins, Adambo and Mohammed, help him hobble the camelsa€™ front legs to keep them from straying.
With the air still cool, we sit around the fire, sometimes warming our hands near the flames.
Except for a few dried dates, the sugar-sweetened green tea is the only sweet thing that I have tasted.
The first brewed tea tastes somewhat bitter, the second tastes best, and the third brewing is sweet but not as strong.
Three-year-old Abookabook jumps out of his mother's lap, grabs his fathera€™s whip, and runs to help drive the baby camels to pasture. An Amajer in our society is a noble person, and noble Tuareg wish for nothing more than to raise children worthy of that high status among other Tuareg.
Outside their tent, Aunt Fati kneads a goatskin in a basin of dark vegetable tar to waterproof it.
We recognize one of the men by the style of his tagilmust, also by his vivid eyes shining through the narrow slit of his veil.
After moving camp, it will be Amud's turn to take the camels to graze far from the new camp. Calmly, we move inside the tents, lower their sides to the ground all round, and seek patient refuge under blankets. Except for a few dried dates, the sugar-sweetened green tea is the only sweet thing that I have tasted.A  Because tea and sugar are very costly for us, it is a special treat.
Outside their tent, Aunt Fati kneads a goatskin in a basin of dark vegetable tar to waterproof it.A  That goatskin will become a water bag that will replace a leaking one. For chickens, those elements included foxes, raccoons, possums, owls, dogs - a virtual host of hungry critters. There’s something to be said for disaster preparedness, no matter what the disaster is, right? My kids always joke when we’re planting our garden and canning our harvest that we’re preparing for the zombie apocalypse! While you advise against Brahmas because of their feed conversion ratio, I am confident that my brahma rooster could take down a zombie on his own due to his size. Birds with black, white, and gray mottling, speckling, or striping almost never are the first to go in a larger flock.
The roosters are just as friendly as the hens, who are so laid back it’s almost funny.
We are picking out our first chicken breeds right now, and I am hoping our choices of buckeyes, barred rocks, and buff orpingtons will fair well against the zombie invasion fingers crossed on a chance at that book! If we are attacked by zombies they would probably peck and scratch their feet until they got a treat. I had whatever chicken I could get and they intermingled and crossbred and the strongest survived. Not to mention their looks maybe the Zombies would be affraid of them and if not they are pretty good fliers for their size, mine always take the highest roost in the coop. Nieman Marcus, Nordstroma€™s, Macya€™s and many other toney shopping meccas lined the streets of the main boulevard.
We also found out later that the sand had been imported from Australia due to a lack of white sand locally. You always think it will evaporate like some ephemeral bubble that will just go a€?popa€? and disappear. A small park area looked out across the channel to Ford Island, where the graceful white arch of the monument sat atop the sunken remains of the Battleship USS Arizona. The rugged green mountains that split the island were just to the North of us, with gray garlands of fluffy clouds drifting across them. The channel from Ford Island to Oahu is narrow and an entire fleet of ships was berthed here.
It was like an Arabian bazaar trying to search for our two black bags amidst a sea of hundreds of others.
Ozzie Nelson was paging me and we returned to the stateroom for a long afternoon nap, my favorite activity in the tropics. It was to be the first of twelve such meals that would impress us greatly and expand us measurably. The bus passed through Poi Pu, with its alley of mahogany and Eucalyptus trees that met overhead. Some small shops and restaurants are clustered nearby, but the real attraction if the golden beach and the bright blue ocean.
We had enjoyed our visit to the island, though we thought that a goodly supply of books would be needed for an extended stay here. Radiating outward are collections of small commercial shops, hawking the usual tourist wares, and several streets of small, neat homes.
It is a modern, tri-level shopping court of high priced shops like Versace, Ferragamo, Tiffany and Gucci. The Marriott, Sheraton, Hyatt and Maui Ocean Shores are beautiful in their landscaped elegance.
It gave us a softer look at a place that deserves to be further explored on another occasion. It is these incidental meetings shipboard, either at dinner or casually, that much enhance the entire experience. When you think of lava exploding all the way up through 31,000 feet of mountain, that makes for a degree of physical force that is hard for me to grasp. It was fascinating for me to look at this cone and realize that enough volcanic material had erupted from this aperture to create 4,000 sq. Off to the Southeast, visitors were warned from walking because the sulphur fumes could be toxic. The top layer of the flow had that crystalline diamond effect as the molten surface rock cooled and crystallized. Our fellow park bears were munching at the sample a€?buffet linea€? like people who hadna€™t just consumed 1200 calories at the Volcano House. It was geriatrics row, god bless them for the gumption to be still traveling at an advanced age. Tonight was the first a€?formal dinnera€? in the Florentine room and we wanted to be alert and enjoy the affair. It is a life speed gear that I am not much familiar with, but would like to experience more of it. It was a€?French Night.a€? I had escargot, French Onion Soup, Orange roughie and an apple tart with ice cream for desert. We returned to our cabin to shower and prep for dinner, much appreciating the splendor of our surroundings in juxtaposition to those available on Christmas Island. The Mondavi Merlot led us into squid and shrimp appetizers, Zuppa minestrone, swordfish griglia and then finally a delicate Tiremisu with good coffee. It had been a long day in which we had witnessed the span of events from first light to twinkling evening.
We met Kevin and Laura Hanley in the deck 5 lounge, had coffee and got better acquainted, before entering the Florentine Room for another wonderful experience. The erose, emerald remains of an ancient volcano rose up in front of us, cloud shrouded, mysterious and tolkienesque in the early morning sun. I had recognized the craggy skyline from a modern painting by an Italian artist named Freshcetti, I think. When Brigitte Bardot, the French actress, had visited the islands, she took up their cause. Almost instantly, a small army of these crabs crawled forth from their burrows and began dragging the fruit and peels back into their holes.
The Bora Borans called these homes, the French equivalent of a€?re-election homesa€? for the propensity of mayors to award these homes to certain favored islanders during re-election years.
We cooled off from the sun and then decided to walk the roads for a bit to see what local culture we could absorb. For reasons, unknown to me, the sun sets earlier here, by some 45 minutes, than in the Northern climes.
We walked topside to once again admire the stars emblazoned across the inky night of these former Society Island in French Polynesia, glad that we were here and together.
A dozen or so of the huge, air-conditioned land cruisers were waiting their aging cargos for the daya€™s tours. Many of the island women wore it in place of costlier lipstick, hence the name of the tree. These sacrifices are laced through the Hawaiian legends as part of the reason the ancient Hawaiians had fled the harsher culture of Bora Bora and Moorea.
This island is the most beautiful in the chain and the one we would most like to return to.
That was something we will long remember during the cold and snowy Winters of our home in the frosty northern climes.
Then, we stood nearby eating our sandwiches under the protective shade of a large Monkey pod tree. Colorful cotton sarongs, flowered garlands and other bright pastels adorned these handsome people.
We had agreed to have dinner with Jazz and Janice, from London, this evening and met them in the lounge. The river of cars left a trail of red taillights flashing in the dark, as they rounded the bend towards the air port. As the winter-spring rainy flood season approaches, the girlsa€™ father and cowboys drive the cattle to distant higher terrain.


During rain, the schoola€™s tin roof leaks, so the teacher sends the kids home with their chairsa€“a€“a rain day. The young European couple that founded the school and teach it get support money from friends in Italy. I know people who were lost a whole day while trying to find their camp, even though they had passed close to their own tent.
My mother died when I was a baby, so my grandmother and unmarried Aunt Maunem live with my father and me. During those years, we had servants and lower ranking tribes to do the work that my family does now. The children inherit their mothera€™s social status, even if the mother is married to a man of a lower caste.
Even though I know my father is not ready to return to us, I scan the horizon for him, just in case. Sitting on the ground and using wooden spoons, my grandmother and aunts eat from one large wooden bowl.
We also trade camels for things that need replacing, such as wooden mortars and bowls, camel saddles, spears, swords, and knives.
There, black volcanic mountains rise like a vast rugged island above the surrounding flat stone plateaus and sand dunes. Before the angry mother reacts too harshly, an older relative will quickly carry the child away. We also trade camels for things that need replacing, such as wooden mortars and bowls, camel saddles, spears, swords, and knives.A  But we crave meat as much as we crave sugar.
They still won’t be able to survive without care and feed from you, of course, but you don’t want birds that eat a lot and produce very little!
For instance, Brahmas forage well, but because they’re such big birds, they still require a LOT of food, compared to how many eggs they lay. I finally after 6 years of dreaming and planning have 17 chicks in a brooder and another 26 eggs in the incubator.
Their dinosaur like songs should deter hungry raiders from entering the fence, but if a wasteland wanderer wanders into my garden they’ll soon find out ITS A TRAP as they fall into my moat. I have never owned chickens, and have only just begun research for what’s best for me in my area, as well as general husbandry and health care.
Even though some might not be a good mother I just put eggs under any hen that brooded without even knowing which ones they came from and they raised them as their own.
We checked in at Continental Airlines and then went through the security screens to gate #22 to await our flight eastward, to Newark airport in New Jersey. Over 1,200 men were still entombed in the sunken wreck and the site was treated respectfully as a burial ground. Missouri, a€?Mighty Mo.a€? She and the submarine a€?Blowfina€? are anchored just around a bend in the lagoon and are available for boarding and viewing to the public. The driver noted several times the 1893 takeover of the Hawaiian republic by British and American military. Nihau still lies in the hands of Mrs.a€™ Sinclaira€™s grandsons, the Gay and Robinson Company, who also own about one third of Kauai. We sat for a time under a shade tree and watched the ocean crash against the shore on a golden day in Kauai. When the waves are choppy, the boat can rise and sink several feel, in an instant, making getting on and off interesting, especially for the older folks on board. We browsed some shops for a bit and then hopped a cab to nearby a€?Whalera€™s Villagea€? on Ka'anapali beach. We stopped at the Marriott for coffee on the ocean and watched the comings and goings of the many vacationers. It looked like Dantea€™s version of the nether regions and it held us spell bound at the raw power and energy contained in the process.
The super heated gases, just above the molten rock, further molded and carved the area until a fairly smooth rock tunnel is created through which the lava can flow like tooth paste through a tube. We enjoyed the sea, sky and harsh lava for a time and then set off back across the fractured flow for our bus. We wished them a good evening and returned to our cabin to read and finish yet another lazy and enjoyable day at sea. I wondered at the ancient mariners who had sailed these lonely seas for thousands of years using these same beacons as their maps. Dawn Princess had crossed the equator several hours before, so we were watching our first sunrise on the Pacific Ocean and in the Southern Hemisphere. We were even treated to the fabled a€?green flasha€? as the sun sank beneath the waves and hissed as it hit the cool waters.
I can die happily now, I have had everything wonderful that I ever wanted to eat on this cruise. We had enjoyed the day and each other to the fullest, in the South Pacific, enroute to Bora Bora and Tahiti. We had breakfast on the balcony and enjoyed the sea air, the azure blue sky and the rolling, royal blue waves around us, We were steaming south at 19 knots and fast approaching Polynesia. In the old days I think they used to throw first time crossers over board for the novelty of the rite. We would pay for these extravaganzas with a few zillion hours in the health club for the next few months.
From the high deck of the Dawn Princess, it looked like we were entering one of those mysterious isles that you see in King Kong or Jurassic Park. This particular erose formation had probably fed the imagination of a thousand painters and artists over the centuries. Bora Bora has several large and very posh hotels that cater to the carriage trade form all over.
The women vendors gave demonstrations of how they dyed the colorful garments in a process similar to a€?Batika€? in the Caribbean..
The homes looked prosperous enough, with their stucco walls and tin roofs, used to catch the rainwater. Then we retired to our cabin to read for a time and fall into the arms of Morpheus at sea off Bora Bora. The temple area had fallen into disrepair, but a small grass-roofed hut and some printed information boards filled in the blanks. We had just last year seen a Gauguin collection at New Yorka€™s Metropolitan Museum and yet another small collection at the Art Gallery of Toronto.
The second floor is filled with scores of small vendors peddling what we lovingly called a€?Le Jonk.a€? Sarongs, bead necklaces, carved figures of marine life, Tahitian gods and all manner of jewelry, tee shirts and other sundries, that gladden a shoppera€™s heart, are on display.
They share that warm and gracious charm that we had experienced and enjoyed from their Hawaiian cousins. It is a custom we had much enjoyed in Paris and Firenze, walking about a crowded square with a sandwich and bottle of water, enjoying your busy surroundings. We watched for a time, admiring the pomp of the ceremony, whatever it was.a€? a€?Department de Francea€? shined out from a brass plaque on the lanai wall. We watched the huge car ferry and the smaller catamaran from Moorea glide by our ship for their mooring across the bay. They satisfy our craving for sugar and quench our thirst better than a large bowl of cold water.
My people still command respect in the Sahara, even though droughts and political changes have reduced our population, as well as our former wealth and power. Two little girl cousins chase after each other, sometimes bumping against me and against my aunts, disrupting our work.
Sitting apart, Uncle Amud eats alone from a small wooden bowl, passing his wooden spoon under his tagilmust. Our tents allow little privacy, so outsiders are expected to wait at that distance until invited to approach. For Bujimra there will be no change of pace routine because Amud will need his help with the larger herd. Then, after a few minutes, the child will crawl back to its mother, who will pretend that nothing happened. But, no matter how many days they last, they always leave a star-filled sky during the cool night, giving us temporarily relief.
They also don’t lay prolific numbers of eggs, so Brahmas may not be the best choice for your apocalypse needs.
THEY WILL DRAW THE ZOMBIES TO YOU (if zombies like chicken brains.) Plus, that they don’t go broody means that unless you have a generator to run your incubator for 21 days so you can hatch new chicks, then once your original flock is done, there will be no more! Then the chickens can devour the jerked zombie strips and lay high protein eggs and I can avoid the whole cannibalism issue with just a few moral sidesteps. The surreal experience ended gradually as the tender ferried us back to the reception center. The natives, in relating the destruction of the monarchy have that mildly pissed off attitude that you hear when native Americans talk about how their lands were stolen from them.
Then we walked them through a line to run them through a huge x-ray scanner for transport to the ship. The hunger monster was calling so we ventured forth to the buffet lunch on deck 14, The Horizon court.
It freed you from the fear of being stuck with morons and cretins for dinner during the entire cruise, an experience we had already suffered thorough on an earlier cruise. It was to be a medley of nationalities that had me speaking Polish, Tagalog, Spanish, French, Italian and mumbling bits of Rumanian and Hungarian.
Here, the wave erosion had formed several a€?blow holesa€? where the seawater exploded from fissures in the rocks as each wave crashed upon them.
Hard drinking, hard living and men who had been at sea for a year had their effect on the local populace both in terms of quality of life and gene pool additions. We browsed the shops for a time and then discovered a small whaling museum on the second level. Inside are displays explaining measurement of earthquakes, pre volcanic expansion and scores of other details relating to volcanoes. Grasses and scrub trees had already started to cover the rock, attesting to its rich mineral content. We walked the damp tunnel and were mindful of the heat and energy that had created this natural wonder.
The lunch was middling to poor, a€?slop the hogsa€? variety, and the place was crowded to the gunnels with tourists from everywhere.
We didna€™t want to waste the lethargy so we repaired to our cabin for a delicious one-hour conversation with Mr. A humorous Hungarian waiter gave a knowledgeable and entertaining lesson on appreciating and purchasing Pinot Grigio, Fiume Blanc, Shiraz, a Mondavi coastal Merlot and Korbel champagne. We put aside our glass slippers and magical robes and surrendered to the sandman, happy to be here and with each other, someplace at sea in the vast pacific. The Dawn Princess proceeded South at a brisk 19 knot pace and we could espy nothing around us except for sky, wind and wave. The dining experience was delicious and consistent with the other elegant repasts we had enjoyed aboard the Dawn Princess. They must have gazed in wonder, even as we now did, at the full array of twinkling beauty that we now admired.
We saw and talked to Kevin and Laura Hanley, a couple from Maywood New Jersey, whom we had met on the ship. I would never have thought of myself on a cruise like this, growing up in a working class section of Buffalo, New York.
But, it is worth it three-fold for the pleasure that we experienced in this 5 star dining emporium.
The scent, on the ocean breeze, was pregnant with the healthy rot of tropical jungle just tweaking our nostrils. The Southern Hemisphere star show rose on the horizon and we looked up at these strange constellations for a time before heading back to our cabin to shower and prepare for dinner.
English seems to be spoken by workers in the tourist industry, but is neither known nor spoken by most of the populace.
We were confirmed admirera€™s of this artista€™s brilliantly colored renditions of Tahiti and her people.
We browsed the shops, bought some bead necklaces for a few of the kids at home and enjoyed the color and commerce of a real market place.
On the grounds of L'hotel de ville sits a large open-aired hut with a brown grass roof upon the large structure. Meanwhile, with the family house on stilts above floodwater, the girls do errands mainly by canoe.
She got two childrena€™s books published in Italy and Brazil using the art produced by her students and which illustrates the life they live in the Amazon. On narrow irrigated terraces stretching along a few dry riverbeds, the Kel Rela and Taitoq are still the masters of that land and maintain a few gardens there. For the zombie apocalypse, you’ll need to choose a breed that will go broody and raise chicks.
If the chickens get ghoulified then ya can’t really tell the difference as Zombameraucanas have cute beards to cover their hideous open wounds.
You can still see the large circular bases of the massive gun turrets rising just above the surface. The Arizona, the West Virginia, the Oklahoma and the California all were caught in the initial barrage and either exploded or sunk. But the memories have followed me home from that haunting place in the beautiful Hawaiian sun. Maybe they too will discover the notion of gambling casinos and how they can fleece their lands back from us someday. We had a nice medley of shrimp, salmon and fruit for lunch as we took stock of our surroundings. First though, we headed for the Vista Lounge on deck 7 with our large orange life jackets for the mandatory lifeboat drill. If you were topside, you were at the furthest end of the pendulum and felt the full range of the sway. This particular formation was called the a€?spouting horna€? for the noise and spray that exploded from it. Harpoons, scrimshaw (carved whale bone) abounded in small exhibits that told you everything you would ever want to know about whale blubber, whaling and the industry that surrounded it.
Golf courses, shopping, trendy restaurants and the finest white sand, that California could supply, make Ka€™anapali beach a comfortable and elegant escape from the everyday grind. Kilauea about 11 miles from and below us, but it was too difficult to get us safely near enough to view the phenomenon. At the other end of the tunnel, we ascended a few sets of stairs and the hiked through the dense tropical rain forest to our bus, admiring the many varieties of plants and flowers everywhere around us. We finished quickly, browsed the cheap souvenir shops and then did a a€?Chevy Chasea€? outside looking at the scenery, before boarding the land cruiser to continue the tour. We chatted with Marty Bleckstein, the photographer from Maui, as we watched this spectacle and enjoyed her company. We read for a bit before drifting off to the roll of the ship-plowing forward, ever forward, to our exotic destination. It apparently has great medicinal effects but had a malodorous side effect that wrinkles the nose. The traffic was both swift and steady as we walked the roads with their too narrow shoulders.
Reportedly, the islander who owns the land you walk across to get there, charges a $2 levy on anyone crossing his land, capitalism in the tropics. Moorea is a gorgeous arboretum and botanical gardens that is a pleasure just to ride through and enjoy. We had also hoped to see the spectacular black sand beach and lighthouse at Point Venus, the Vaima Pearl Center and a few of the waterfalls cascading from Mt. To reach school, they must fii??rst paddle themselves and siblings to horses waiting on higher ground and then ride through mud and deep water.
Left without milk and animals to barter at the market for food, thousands of nomads like us died of hunger.
The men mount and ride into the nighta€“a€“Amud back to his camelsa€™ pasture, Bushra and his friend back to their camp. To reach school, they must first paddle themselves and siblings to horses waiting on higher ground and then ride through mud and deep water.
I love how there is some many different varieties and I found they are one of the best birds to use in showmanship.
Most of the rest of the ship is an indefinite mass that lies below, a sepulcher to those who went down with her.
Lastly, we walked through yet another line to pick up our cruise credentials and be scanned and have our carry ons searched yet again before walking up the gangway to the ship. This ship was to be at sea for twelve days in stretches of the Pacific where even the birds didna€™t fly. We watched for a time as the frothy turquoise sea crashed upon the eroded black lava formation. I sent some e-mails into cyber space from the 12th floor business center and Mary did some laundry in a small area near our room.
The surfers, divers and swimmers enjoyed their recreation while the sunbathers reveled in the warm hot Hawaiian sun.
The fissure here were more brittle, like shattered pottery in a huge black piles of hardened tar. We all posed for various pictures and decided to join each other for dinner in the Florentine room. We then sunned on the aft section of deck 11, enjoying the steaming morning sun on our bodies. The natives say that as a reminder, the soldiers had left behind 100 children of mixed parentage.
The guide pointed out that all islanders who pass on are buried under small, roofed tombs in their front yards.
Small clumps of people would stand and talk animatedly under the shade of a tree or that of a buildinga€™s awning. A filet of salmon and baked Alaska for desert was all washed down with some decent cabernet. The teaching couple survive like their jungle neighbors by fishing, slash-and-burn agriculture (manioc, plantain, bananas) and a vegetable garden on a rivera€™s floating raft, which keeps ants away, besides a few chickens.
An armor-piercing bomb, from a Japanese dive-bomber, had pierced her forward magazine.The ship virtually exploded and sank in minutes on that fiery Sunday morning 62 years ago. We all paid attention to the crews explanation in the proper use of the jackets and tenders should an emergency arise. We were tongue in cheek cautioned about removing lava samples, because Pele would bring us bad luck. Luckily for us, the rains had stopped for a few minutes to allow us this walk through the lava. It is these chance encounters with people from everywhere that make the cruise experience so enjoyable. I can now empathize with turtles and crocodiles for the languid pleasure of basking in the warm sun. They were an improbable pair that had been married for 26 years and they got along famously.
It was nearing the end of the steamy summer season here (Dec.-April) The Spring season is reportedly much cooler. They waved shyly back at us and returned our greeting with a soft a€?bonjoura€? before scurrying away. It had a walker, with a red line though it, apparently warning people from walking across lava that had not yet cooled and risk being burned alive.
A refreshing dip in the small pool, in the health spa, felt wonderfully cooling after the 88-degree heat. We enjoyed chatting with the London kids this last time and were pleased that we had met them. Burning oil, smoke, noise and confusion reigned for several hours that day until the attack ended. I was enduring a bad head cold or I would have tried to mitigate the caloric onslaught as well. This light wine immediately took on a much fruitier and fuller taste to some chemical transfer or other. We didna€™t think it odd to see the well-tended graves in the front yards of the prosperous looking homes. The local school had let out for lunch and the kids were walking the roads like kids everywhere. They had an early flight out tomorrow morning and a lay over in Los Angeles, before the long flight back to Heathrow in London. We had shared the experience with Lynn and her father Peter from London and two Torontonians, Judy and Paul. We also neither saw nor encountered beggars or pan handlers of any kind during our stay on the island. Inside, several bars and galleries led to the central three story, open well that extends from deck 5 to deck 8. A huge waterfall, far in the distance, gave testimony to the force of the winds this high up. The shipa€™s two formal restaurants, several boutiques, the casino and other small cafes all opened off of this central court. It is resplendent in gleaming glass and shining brass with marble staircases and open glass elevators. We did our a€?Chevy Chasea€? and appreciated the beauty of the a€?Grand Canyon of the Pacifica€? as Mark Twain had once called it.




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