I'm a good 6 days and counting away from leaving the island, and I can honestly say that I have accomplished everything that I wanted that was possible. I'm very glad that I have so few regrets; there are some people here who had to study the whole time, and I was smart (lucky?) enough to have classes that didn't require much work, so I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted. And I did, I've hiked Grand Bassin, le piton des neiges (2x), La roche ecrite (3x), trois bassins (will be 2x after tomorrow), cascade Niagara (2x), Le Col de Tahibit, Le Trou de Fer from Hell-Bourg, and I have walked across the island as well. I've hitch-hiked around it, and I have seen a volcanic eruption by day and night from both sides possible. I have learned my limit with alcohol, and stayed clear of pot. I have learned that people won't grow up if they don't have to, and the results are devastating, as well as the fact that against all odds, there are always good people wherever you go. I've learned that Nature is the same wherever you are, and that an oak tree is just as amazing and delicate as an orchid. I have lost and regained my faith and myself, anew, blazing and more beautiful after their resurrection. I have followed the journals of a great american poet from when he was my age to when he died, and although I know that I will never be totally like him, as I sometimes wished, he has left an imprint on my life that will never fade. I have pushed myself to my limit, and the ground crumbled from beneath me. It was then that I knew the full extent of my own strength, the power of music, and the Love of God.
It is a glorious and curious thing to end this trip the same way it started: watching the moonrise from my balcony, only now, I am not swimming in the pieces that were me, broken apart by the spade that dug me up and planted me in a foreign garden, but I am me, stronger, quieter and older.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
sweet.
Two days ago, I stumbled into the Cité Internationale scraped, scratched and stinky with bits of fern and various other things caught in my hair. I had finally made it back from crossing the island. I started out in St. Joseph, which is in the south, just next to the volcano. I took the route that goes through a big ravine of boulders and sand called La Rivière des Remparts.
It was about three or four hundred yards wide, and full of giant boulders and rocks that had been washed down from the mountains during cyclones or big storms, and it took me all day to make it roughly half way through the ravine. I camped right next to a little place where the water got pushed up above ground (it was an intermittent stream) and a couple of tec-tec's lived. It was a very nice day. 
The next morning I promptly got lost. If you look closely at the map above, you'll see that the trail splits from the "river" right after my first campsite (the blue x's are camp sites, the green dots are obviously beginning and end). In the stupor of my sleep, I followed the river, thinking that I had seen trail blazes the day before that went that way. So I went for about thirty minutes, and then realized that there were no trail blazes. I hate turning back, and I saw footprints left in the volcanic ash covering the rocks, so I kept going. After another thirty minutes or so, I noticed that there was one set of footprints left. I told myself, "Well, that means its possible" and kept going. A little while after that, I came to a place where the river bed dipped down a little bit, and ended in a big wall of rock, about thirty feet high. In all honesty, this wasn't any big surprise, that happens a lot here with rivers when there is a waterfall (or in this case, was a waterfall), and I immediately began to look for a way around it. I saw that I was on a level with the riverbed after the cliff, so I decided to bushwhack around it. I put myself into the woods, using my walking stick to beat back the brush and brambles, and I made it through without a scratch. After a little while longer, I came to another dip down and cliff. Now, I wasn't doing this simply because I got lost, I had an idea where I was going. I knew that the trail ascended up the left side of the ravine, so I figured that if I stuck to the left side, I was bound to cross it at some point. So, I stuck like a well-cooked noodle to the wall, and bushwhacked my way back into the brush on the side of the river. This time, it was harder. There were enormous plants that have thick, waxy, hard leaves that ressemble giant aloe plants, and where difficult to walk through, and at one point I was entirely surrounded by brambles, and had to beat them back again with my stick. After struggling against the external forces slowing me down and the internal forces telling me to be afraid of the witch they say lives in those parts, I noticed that I was past the escarpment. phew. Five minutes and the riverbed began to descend again, so I stuck myself back into the woods, which were more open this time, but also higher up from the riverbed, and I passed another dropoff. After a forgotten amount of time, I came to a little sign, that said "GITE ---->." I had come to the trail. Sadly, that was about when the trail got hard, as it began to ascend farther into the ravine, and I began to see the end of the ravine, and the climb that awaited me. 
A ways into the incline, a hawk startled and put to flight about ten feet from where I was, making his way right past me. Their piercing calls had marked my time in La Rivière des Remparts, and this close encounter was an absolutely breath-taking experience. Litterally, I couldn't move a muscle. Otherwise I would have a picture. Eventually, finally, I came over the lip of the canyon onto a flat place that overlooked an enormous plain, and stumbled up to a road that passed by there, hoping for a sign that pointed me towards Le Piton des Neiges, the next landmark I was headed towards, or atleast something telling me where I was. Sadly, I had not put the pictures that I took of Justin's map in a folder named "100NIKON" so I had no map except for a very poorly drawn touristic map of the whole island, which showed almost no detail and had names of only larger places. Sadly, I found absolutely nothing in the way of signs, and was a little worried. There was a small park across the street, and a gray-haired couple were embracing one another at what looked like some sort of long-awaited reunion. I was desperate, so I asked them if they had any idea where to go, and the man told me he didn't know, as I expected; they didn't seem like they had ever been there to go on a walk. So I flagged down a car, and they showed me where I was on a very good map, and where I had to go. So I had a hint. I turned to the right on the road from the ravine, and put to walking. After a while I found an unmarked trail that split off to the left. I remembered that the trail I was looking for should cross it if it went straight, and took it. I was right. For some reason, I was more worried about being lost this time than I was before, and when I found a sign pointing me in the right direction, I dropped my pack, flopped onto the ground and had a good giggle. The picture that I took of that sign has perhaps the most emotion in it than any other photograph I have ever taken. 
I was ecstatic. So, happy and singing, I made good time across the plain, and made it to a place where the light was failing and a small unmarked trail split off of to the right of the road I was on.
I dropped my pack and took it to see if there was anywhere for me to throw down my tent for a night. 
There was an area cleared out in the bushes about 5X10 feet, and I figured that was perfect. So I cooked my dinner with myself in my tent and my stove outside, watching the sun give out its final light upon the plain that had twice been the delight of my eyes and the Piton des Neiges in the distance, a glimpse into my future. The next day I toiled long and hard to make it to the Gite du Caverne Dufour on time. I had told Bert that I would meet her, Yvonne and Rosie at the gite at two o'clock, and the whole day I knew that I was going to be late. 
But I made wonderful time across the plain, practically running at some points, and huffing and puffing my way up the mountain to the gite. On the way I met a Belgian man who was crossing the island going the opposite direction from me, and had a wonderful conversation about the bear triangle, the appalachian trail, baboons, Reunion, zamal, english and Bill Bryson, and a man training for Le Course des Foux, which is race across the island. Apparently, the fastest time ever is 17 hours. Several people have died doing it. When I made it to the gite, it was 2:50, and the girls weren't there yet. I had busted myself to get there on time, so I was a bit annoyed, but I knew that they would be late, so it was no big deal, I was glad to have a rest. After about fifteen minutes or so, I saw three white dots come trooping around a bend in the trail that goes to Salazie. I asked if they wanted some coffee, and they said yes. So by the time that it was ready, they had arrived. At a little after three-thirty, we left the gite to set up our tents on top of the Piton. The walk was easier than I remembered it having been, but that might have been because the first time I had a splitting headache, and this time I popped some Ibus at the gite. In any case, we got to the top just as the sun slipped behind the edge of the world, leaving us just a little hint of light to get out our head lamps. Sadly, the girls decided that it would be best to sleep all together in the three person tent, which had no rain fly. So the night passed slowly for all of us, and with many drips on our faces and wet feet and very little sleep. I should have slept in my tent with the bags. In the morning, we got up for the sunrise, which was magnificent, 
as there was just a little haze on the outskirts of the island, and the mountains where blue with distance. It was an amazing thing to see just how far I had come in three days. We then picked our way down the mountain, which was difficult for me at that point because I think that my boots had bruised my achilles tendon and it was getting a bit difficult to walk. When we made it back down to the gite, we refilled on water, said a few parting words, and I left for Cilaos, as I had a lot farther to go than they did. 
I made it into Cilaos in time for lunch, thanks to a lift that I got from a nice elderly couple who owned a fancy restaurant in the downtown area. After I finished the coffee they offered me, I grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of the cheapest beer (which actually turned out to be non-alcoholic beer...not bad, actually), and promptly found out how to get to my favorite spot on Reunion Island, L'Ilet des Trois Salazes, just between Cilaos and Mafate. I found out where the bus stopped to take me closer, as it was mostly a route on the road, and I have no interest in walking on a road like that, and not enough integrity to feel bad about taking the bus. When I got there, I recognized one of my friends from L'Ilet immediately. I said hi, and he told me that they were taking the bus that passed that way as well. I told him of my plans to stay the night there and to return later that week, and asked him about the place and what their cohesive beliefs were. There was another man with him who I had not met yet, and he told me that it was for love of the earth that everyone was at L'Ilet, and that beyond that there were no other specific beliefs, that it was all mixed. I was content with that, as I simply did not want to end up in a veritable hippy commune with a bunch of crazies that would make me smoke pot. So I took the bus with them to the trail, and they told me when to clap so the bus would stop, I got off, and took my first hike without my walking stick, as I had left it in the car of the couple who had given me a lift. It was a lonely moment and I felt genuinely sad to have parted with such a dear friend that had served me so well. So heavy of heart and heavy of feet, I made my way up to L'Ilet. After a good hour of walking, the trail turned away from the cliff that I had been climbing, and I saw the familiar welcome sign of one of my homes on this earth. When I arrived, almost everyone was at the welcome center, and I told them of my travels, my plans to continue the next day and my plans to return later in the week. Everyone seemed very excited to hear it, and very glad to see me. As usual, a tizane was in my hand before I could blink. That night, I wandered a little farther than I had before, found a few more things there, and wrote poems in my head, promptly eracing them as the sunset colors are eraced from the darkening evening sky. 
They fed me a meal of rice, beans and sausage and later that night invited me up to where 'Papa Ian,' the head hippie, lived for a little concert and festivities. I slept that night in one of the army tents set up for whoever wants to sleep in them. In the morning, I got up and had my usual breakfast of Shuford Couscous (raisins, apples, honey, a little sugar and couscous), a good conversation with a Metropolitan who had had enough of France and moved his family to La Réunion to live better, and hit the trail. It was at this point that I realized that my achilles tendon is much, much worse in the mornings, and actually, it troubled me all day long. And the drizzle didn't help. The whole morning, I did not want to stop as it just made me feel like I was getting wet for no reason. If I was getting wet, at least I would get wet going somewhere. So I rarely rested, and was aggravated by a rain that fell from the trees just as much from the sky. When I got to Mafate, I was greeted by signs for about five or six gites in this one little place and a couple of snack bars with rap/dance music playing inside. Not exactly 'sauvage' like everyone had told me. But I believe that the worst part of the whole day was that I was ecstatic to see Mafate, and the whole time I was in Mafate, it was cloudy and drizzling. 
So I saw just what was ahead (except for a few times like this one...), and nothing else. That is the last time I will put that much excitement on seeing a view; it's just not at all sure, above all on Reunion Island. But sadly, I also felt pressed that day, which I had no need to feel, but I thought that the dividing line between Mafate and Salazie would have been harder to cross. So I took the quick route out of Mafate and headed directly to Salazie. It turned out to not be such a bad idea, because Mafate had clouds pouring out of it the next day when I woke up as well, so it probably would have been crap again. When I came up over the lip of the border between Mafate and Salazie, I was in a place called La Plaine des Tamarins. I had seen a sign telling me I was going there, but when I read it, I figured it would be full of rolling hills like all the other plains, and would be tough walking anyways. But it wasn't. It was flat. The second my eyes saw it, I felt very close to bursting into tears. I have seen more beautiful, stunning and amazing things, but at that moment, nothing would have been better. I walked in a daze through a large clearing surrounded by little hills and groves of tamarin trees. A field mouse scurried across the path ahead of me and the smell of cows was thick in the air, as were their marks in the trail. I strolled along singing 'And the world can't do me no harm' from that DC Talk album, and feeling like a crisp, but smelly, hundred dollar bill. It was then that I realized that I had no idea where I was going to camp. I was quite sure that once I started down into Salazie, there would be absolutely nowhere, and battled internally to stay in this large flat grassy area even though it was only about 4 o'clock. Eventually, my crazier side won out, and I made a deal with myself that I would begin to look for a campsite as soon as there was a color in the sky that wasn't blue or white or gray. So I continued. 
Through the pass to Salazie, down the trail cut out of the rock face to a little plateau, through a dense, darkening forest of filaos trees, and farther, farther down into Salazie. I had seen a few spots, but nothing that would have actually been good. It was all on grass that was too long and had grown into clumps, which is worse to sleep on than rocks or roots, or places that were too low and I was afraid of sleeping in the middle of a swamp. Eventually I came to a very small, flat section of moss that was literally just next to the trail in a place where it went along the side of a very steep ridge. The spot was big enough for me to put my tent, with about seven or eight square feet extra to cook on. There was no wind, and I cooked the meal that I had the first time that I went backpacking (macaroni and cheese with tuna and corn) by candle light. The sun had set the sky ablaze and I was happier than I had been for what seemed to be a very long time. I slept soundly and through the whole night. I woke the next day intent on making it back by nightfall. You will see just how intent I actually was. 
I sped off about an hour after sunrise, taking care not to push my achilles tendon too hard. It seemed to be better today than it was yesterday, and that put me in a better mood. 
I made it down the ridge to a road, where I turned the wrong way, realized that I was going back into Mafate, and took to the trail again, this time headed towards a place called Grand Ilet. The trail turned onto a road, and I followed it into town, asking people directions the whole way and buying a sandwich in town. On the road I saw this:
Go Hornets? Anyways, I eventually made it all the way to the trail head to go to La Roche écrite (walking on mountain roads is especially annoying because their bends are far too long and graded for the hiker who could have done that much elevation in half as many). The sign said that it was for 'experimental' hikers only. Oooo... So I started up, forgetting that I only had about a liter of water left for the whole ascent. Immediately it was steep, but soon I was rock climbing. There were points where the trail would climb 6-8 feet in four feet or less of distance. At one of these points after the half way mark, I turned forward too fast and unknowingly lost my water bottle, and the only water I had left. I knew that there would be no watering places until I crossed the lip. Luckily, I had two oranges, and I made good use of them in my time of need. At one point, I scared off another hawk from his post, and I was followed almost the whole way by a flock tiny zoiseau blancs. When I had finished climbing, I had climbed somewhere close to 3,000 feet in about 3 miles. And I only almost fell once. I stumbled away from the edge of the cliff, fell on my back, ate an orange, and directly got up and continued, determined not to go much longer without water. The first pool I came across was too disgusting, even for how thirsty I was, so I came to another, which was bad, but I had some water purification tablets that this guy had given me earlier, and I was good to go in about thirty minutes. After I had secured my water situation, I had a decision to make: go down the path that I know, past the gite and to La Montagne, which is very indirect, almost making my path an L (I would go almost all the way to the sea and then have to turn right and walk another few hours to get back home), or go the more direct way. Simple enough, eh? Not so; I had heard about the more direct way from a group of germans who had taken it, and they had told me not to do it, that there was a section that was impossible, and they had had to trespass to get through and a guy had pointed a gun at Henning, and basically they told me to do it. You can't tell me something like that can't be done, it just make me want to do it. So, with Boris's words "That's the jungle, man," ringing in my ears the whole time, I set off down a path I barely found, and immediately had to fight to stay on, the plants were so thick. After a nice walk across the grasslands of the plains of La Roche Ecrite, I saw the first water-loving plant I had seen since coming over the lip, and I knew that I was about to be in the real jungle. After trees had begun to surround the trail, the blazes had disappeared, and it was less than a single track. I was constantly brushed, scraped and scratched by plants, had to skirt fallen trees and bramble patches (which, I swear, are the most proliferous plant here. Its like kudzu.), and walk on the sides of the trail so that I didn't slip and slide on the damp, hardpacked mud trail to my doom. At many, many points, I had to put myself flat on my stomach and army crawl through/under something, usually those evil spiney bushes, making it worse as I had to crawl on the parts of the bushes that had fallen to the ground. This is not the worst part either, because I knew there was a part coming up where I would have to make a decision: cross hostile territory, or risk death, not to mention it was foggy and I had no earthly idea what time it was, only that the light appeared like it does on a cloudy day just before the sun goes down. So I thought it was almost dark. So I was running. Every time I fell, I never stayed down. I stopped for nothing, except to drink. And finally, at the end, I saw that the trail got smaller, til I could barely make it out, and then it opened onto a road. I had made it past the part where the germans hadn't! I had crossed that little section of slippery rock that they couldn't! ha! I tromped wearily, but merrily, down this dirt road for about thirty minutes, absolutely thrilled with myself and proud of how I had overcome so much in one day. And then I saw it. A sign nailed high up in a tree - 'Défense d'entrer. Propriété Privée,' above a barbed wire fence. This was it. There were no other signs. There were no trail markings. Only a barbed wire fence, and a patch of that demon weed to the left, and a wall to the right. I was stuck. I was dead. So I conjured up my ideas as to what I could do: 1) sleep on the road, 2) jump the fence, 3) find the trail and keep going, 4)turn back. I knew from the cattle markings in the ground that if I slept there, I might be dead in the morning from a stampede of cattle driven by a maniac who eats hikers. I also knew that if I jumped the fence, I might get shot, not to mention that if something is on a sign, I automatically obey it. Please don't use that to my disadvantage. Thirdly, I had no idea where the trail was, and I sure as bumblesticks was not going to go wading into that prickle bush. I don't turn back. So. I thought. And thought. And eventually........I said to myself, "I have climbed 3,000 feet and descended a lot to get here, through a practical drought and a literal jungle, I'm sleeping in my bed tonight." There was a part of the demon bush that grown up and over some dead trees back about twenty feet from the barbed wire fence, and I decided that that was the only option of being able to get around the fence. In I plunged, picking my way past the splinter-covered stalks of the demon bush and emerging out the other side where there was light, live trees, and a line in the grass indicating a trail. Taking no time to celebrate (I knew I wasn't done), I pressed on down the trail. This trail was worse, and followed to a tee the edge of the wonderful man's property, taking me down embankments, through bushes and trees and always with the road in sight. At one point I slid down a good 10 feet. Luckily, by this time, I had developed enough sense to, when I am falling, spin around and land on my pack. It made life much more beautiful. Finally, finally I began to pass sugercane fields and realized that I was no longer on the outskirts of that man's property. I breathed a sigh of relief, and made my way down a lane that separated two fields to a dirt road that headed down. That was one good thing-I always knew which direction to go: down. The road joined a paved driveway, which, just as it got dark, joined a real road, alive with cars and the sounds of people having dinner. I asked someone how to get to Moufia, and he told me to catch the bus, which would take me right to Jumbo, 10 minutes walk from the campus. And so I was done.I got my grades back from my exams. For cell biology I got a 14.7/20 and for genetics I got a 14/20. phew. Life is beautiful. Especially because I learned that many people failed their exams, so I am proud. :) Well this was long. I'm gonna put in some pictures.
Love you guys, miss you too, and I'll see you soon.
O yeah, and this little guy is a tangue, accidentally brought over from Madagascar years and years ago, he just sorta chills out on Reunion Island. Tranquil, ouai.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
:)
So...I didn't do the big hike thingy this past week, I had to study. BLAH!!! But I guess it paid off, as I took my exam and didn't recognize about two questions out of thirty on the cell bio part, and got all of the genetics questiong (except for maybe the big problem we had to work out). The part that I failed miserably was the plants part, because I didn't know it would be on the exam. But I'm not worried because I only have to get half right to pass, and past that I don't care, because it doesn't show up. So hooray for that. Anyways, I do leave thursday for the hike, and its all arranged for and everything, I think. I'm borrowing a bunch of stuff so that I don't go bankrupt, and I'm leaving at 5:30 in the morning so that I get a good start. I'm excited, but a little annoyed, because everything here costs so much. I spent 45 euros on four days worth of food, and I didn't buy designer food. So there's that, but I'll update again before I leave for Paris.
In the meantime, enjoy these lovely photos from St. Leu. http://uncg.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077031&l=725cb&id=25006720
Peace.
In the meantime, enjoy these lovely photos from St. Leu. http://uncg.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2077031&l=725cb&id=25006720
Peace.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
:)
So, since I last updated, I've hiked La Roche Ecrite (a really good viewpoint close to the height of the Piton des Neiges), been to Trois Bassins, hiked Le Chemin des Anglais and hitch-hiked around the island in search of the best croissant. I've done a lot, huh?
La Roche Ecrite was great, really, really great, but I forgot my headlamp, which kind of put me in a hurry to get to camp and get it set up before dark. Justin and Emilie (a french girl) were a good fifteen minutes behind me, as they had just arrived when I had the tent all set up and ready. But it was cool, and we ate some good couscous with spaghetti sauce, cheese and sausage (mmmm). Plus on the way up, another oiseaux la vierge came right up to me. He was even closer this time! I love how curious those birds are. The morning was crazy, because Justin and Emilie wanted to get up before the sun had risen so that they could see the sunrise from the peak, even though they had no lights at all. I told them that it was a dumb idea and that I wasn't going with them. In any case, they left early in the morning, and I spread out a little in the tent (as I had been sleeping on a root) got about thirty minutes of sleep when I realized that it was getting light out. I jumped up, threw some warm clothes and my boots on, grabbed my camera and booked it up the trail (I did in fact want to see the sunrise, and knew that if I hurried, I might just be able to catch it). A good thirty or fourty minutes later, I caught up with them as they shuffled along the trail, cold and tired. So we all reached the peak at the same time, after taking our time to get there and we saw that there was a break in the clouds when we got there. So we ran up, snapped a few quick photos of the view, and just then the wind brought clouds which completely envelopped us, and that was the end of the view for that day. so we were lucky! :) We spent a little more time up there in the hopes that it would clear up, but it didn't, and when I started to get cold, I told them we had better leave, and we eventually did (hiking with girls who hike in shoes bought from some french boutique is not advised). We made a good breakfast couscous :) and hit the trail after warming ourselves in the morning sun. We had decided, in fact, to return by another route, for a change of scenery, which was good, but bad at the same time. This other trail was very rarely traveled and there were plants growing right next to it so that you couldn't see where you put your feet. Also, it had been raining a bit, and the trail was a mud trail, but not like the mud back home. This mud had been baking for a few months every year during the dry seasons, and was as hard as bricks, but the surface was as slippery as ice. So we were pretty dirty by the end, but it was worth it, as I saw a few flowers I'd never seen before and it was really, really pretty. Anyhow, we got a couple of lifts to a bus station and eventually got dropped off right next to campus. It was a tough weekend, but the hike up on top was amazing, and the contrast of colors here is always stunning to my eyes.
After that, I went with a bunch of people to a place called Trois Bassins, which, obviously, has three large pools, two of which have waterfalls, the other one is obviously fueled by a large underground spring (I guess), and that one you can cliff dive. The first one was magnificent, and we were there before the sun had hit the water, so it was still frigid, but it was the bluest, clearest water I've ever seen in a fresh water pool. It was amazing! I went swimming a little and explored the waterfall, and dove a little bit off of rocks and such, but the real cliff diving was at the top pool, where you could jump from a good 25 ft. above the water or from roughly 50 ft. I only dove from the 25 footer because when I dove, I tried to show off and do a front flip, but I didn't turn enough and landed flat on my back. So I was in a good bit of pain for a few minutes followed by a long period of discomfort, but life goes on and it was worth it. The coolest thing about the whole day was that we found two cameleons just hanging out in the elephant ears next to the pool. That was awesome to see up close, and I have a few good pics. Then when we hiked out, we went out through a way where you had to walk through parts that were completely dark (it was an old aqueduct) and that was really fun. So that was a good day. O yeah, and I found a piece of bamboo there that I eventually made into a fishing rod. I haven't caught anything yet, but keep your fingers crossed...
Ok, so then I went to do the Chemin des Anglais, which is an old road made by the English when they were here, but it was pretty tough at points. Personally I feel bad for all the poor donkeys that had to pull stuff up and down that road. Anyways, the views were amazing, the walk only lasted two hours and it really wasn't that hard. The wierdest thing was that there were seven guys cutting the grass that grew in between the stones of the road at the very end. It seemed to me like a very big waste, but I guess its work. Regardless, here are some pictures. :)
So that was fun... :)
And then the great round-about the island! Me and my friend Sarah decided a while back that we were going to do something crazy, and this is the result - to hitch hike around the island searching for the perfect croissant. And we did. People here are much more welcome to hitch hikers than they are back home (maybe that's because its illegal in the states) and we had no problems making it all the way around. And although we did get a few crazy people (like one guy who told us that there was a serpent in the river in St. Souzanne that bit one of his friends in the ear as he was standing on the bank), most of the people who gave us lifts were amazing, and very interesting. One guy had been travelling his whole life, and had plans to move somewhere else soon (he has been on the island for two years). A girl that gave us a lift was living in an abandonned house with a bunch of other artists (she was a potter) who were trying to put the life back into an area ravaged by unemployment. there was another guy who had been working for ten years straight in a morgue, so he had two years paid leave and was taking care of a hobo he found on the streets and driving around doing random things (like picking up hitch hikers). He was especially nice and took us to his home, offered us a little of some rhum arrangé he had, some avocados he grew and even gave us a little wall hanging of Reunion Island. If ever I come back, I'll chill in his pad. There were about nine people in all, and it was amazing to meet each of them. My only regret is that I was not as relaxed as I should have been, and I was just waiting for most of them to pull over to some bushes, pull out a chainsaw and hack us up. I think that the youth of our generation have been spoiled by all those stupid horror movies. Anyways, the croissants were nice too, we actually found the perfect croissant at a gas station twenty minutes from campus, which I think is absurd, but it really was better than all the others. We still did the tour of the island even though we found the croissant the first place we tried (it may not have been the most scientific thing I've ever done, but it was worth it).
The Perfect Croissant (bask in its glory).
Saturday - start to cross the island on foot. :) More picture/stories later!
In other news, I've got my last exam on the 22nd and then I'm DONE done. It'll be nice, but I've got to study for it, and I've got to get a good grade, because that's my biology class, and I have to pass this class for this semester to be any good, and this exam is going to be hard, if the practice exam is any indication. Regardless, I can do it, and I will do it, so yeah. :)
Until next time...
La Roche Ecrite was great, really, really great, but I forgot my headlamp, which kind of put me in a hurry to get to camp and get it set up before dark. Justin and Emilie (a french girl) were a good fifteen minutes behind me, as they had just arrived when I had the tent all set up and ready. But it was cool, and we ate some good couscous with spaghetti sauce, cheese and sausage (mmmm). Plus on the way up, another oiseaux la vierge came right up to me. He was even closer this time! I love how curious those birds are. The morning was crazy, because Justin and Emilie wanted to get up before the sun had risen so that they could see the sunrise from the peak, even though they had no lights at all. I told them that it was a dumb idea and that I wasn't going with them. In any case, they left early in the morning, and I spread out a little in the tent (as I had been sleeping on a root) got about thirty minutes of sleep when I realized that it was getting light out. I jumped up, threw some warm clothes and my boots on, grabbed my camera and booked it up the trail (I did in fact want to see the sunrise, and knew that if I hurried, I might just be able to catch it). A good thirty or fourty minutes later, I caught up with them as they shuffled along the trail, cold and tired. So we all reached the peak at the same time, after taking our time to get there and we saw that there was a break in the clouds when we got there. So we ran up, snapped a few quick photos of the view, and just then the wind brought clouds which completely envelopped us, and that was the end of the view for that day. so we were lucky! :) We spent a little more time up there in the hopes that it would clear up, but it didn't, and when I started to get cold, I told them we had better leave, and we eventually did (hiking with girls who hike in shoes bought from some french boutique is not advised). We made a good breakfast couscous :) and hit the trail after warming ourselves in the morning sun. We had decided, in fact, to return by another route, for a change of scenery, which was good, but bad at the same time. This other trail was very rarely traveled and there were plants growing right next to it so that you couldn't see where you put your feet. Also, it had been raining a bit, and the trail was a mud trail, but not like the mud back home. This mud had been baking for a few months every year during the dry seasons, and was as hard as bricks, but the surface was as slippery as ice. So we were pretty dirty by the end, but it was worth it, as I saw a few flowers I'd never seen before and it was really, really pretty. Anyhow, we got a couple of lifts to a bus station and eventually got dropped off right next to campus. It was a tough weekend, but the hike up on top was amazing, and the contrast of colors here is always stunning to my eyes.
After that, I went with a bunch of people to a place called Trois Bassins, which, obviously, has three large pools, two of which have waterfalls, the other one is obviously fueled by a large underground spring (I guess), and that one you can cliff dive. The first one was magnificent, and we were there before the sun had hit the water, so it was still frigid, but it was the bluest, clearest water I've ever seen in a fresh water pool. It was amazing! I went swimming a little and explored the waterfall, and dove a little bit off of rocks and such, but the real cliff diving was at the top pool, where you could jump from a good 25 ft. above the water or from roughly 50 ft. I only dove from the 25 footer because when I dove, I tried to show off and do a front flip, but I didn't turn enough and landed flat on my back. So I was in a good bit of pain for a few minutes followed by a long period of discomfort, but life goes on and it was worth it. The coolest thing about the whole day was that we found two cameleons just hanging out in the elephant ears next to the pool. That was awesome to see up close, and I have a few good pics. Then when we hiked out, we went out through a way where you had to walk through parts that were completely dark (it was an old aqueduct) and that was really fun. So that was a good day. O yeah, and I found a piece of bamboo there that I eventually made into a fishing rod. I haven't caught anything yet, but keep your fingers crossed...
Ok, so then I went to do the Chemin des Anglais, which is an old road made by the English when they were here, but it was pretty tough at points. Personally I feel bad for all the poor donkeys that had to pull stuff up and down that road. Anyways, the views were amazing, the walk only lasted two hours and it really wasn't that hard. The wierdest thing was that there were seven guys cutting the grass that grew in between the stones of the road at the very end. It seemed to me like a very big waste, but I guess its work. Regardless, here are some pictures. :)
So that was fun... :)
And then the great round-about the island! Me and my friend Sarah decided a while back that we were going to do something crazy, and this is the result - to hitch hike around the island searching for the perfect croissant. And we did. People here are much more welcome to hitch hikers than they are back home (maybe that's because its illegal in the states) and we had no problems making it all the way around. And although we did get a few crazy people (like one guy who told us that there was a serpent in the river in St. Souzanne that bit one of his friends in the ear as he was standing on the bank), most of the people who gave us lifts were amazing, and very interesting. One guy had been travelling his whole life, and had plans to move somewhere else soon (he has been on the island for two years). A girl that gave us a lift was living in an abandonned house with a bunch of other artists (she was a potter) who were trying to put the life back into an area ravaged by unemployment. there was another guy who had been working for ten years straight in a morgue, so he had two years paid leave and was taking care of a hobo he found on the streets and driving around doing random things (like picking up hitch hikers). He was especially nice and took us to his home, offered us a little of some rhum arrangé he had, some avocados he grew and even gave us a little wall hanging of Reunion Island. If ever I come back, I'll chill in his pad. There were about nine people in all, and it was amazing to meet each of them. My only regret is that I was not as relaxed as I should have been, and I was just waiting for most of them to pull over to some bushes, pull out a chainsaw and hack us up. I think that the youth of our generation have been spoiled by all those stupid horror movies. Anyways, the croissants were nice too, we actually found the perfect croissant at a gas station twenty minutes from campus, which I think is absurd, but it really was better than all the others. We still did the tour of the island even though we found the croissant the first place we tried (it may not have been the most scientific thing I've ever done, but it was worth it).
The Perfect Croissant (bask in its glory).
Saturday - start to cross the island on foot. :) More picture/stories later!
In other news, I've got my last exam on the 22nd and then I'm DONE done. It'll be nice, but I've got to study for it, and I've got to get a good grade, because that's my biology class, and I have to pass this class for this semester to be any good, and this exam is going to be hard, if the practice exam is any indication. Regardless, I can do it, and I will do it, so yeah. :)
Until next time...
Monday, April 23, 2007
This is a bird called l'oiseau la vierge. They were everywhere on our hike, and made all kinds of wonderful music the whole time. In fact this one in the picture tried to land on me, but I moved because a bird flying in front of my face is not the most pleasant thing in the whole world. It was cool, and it showed that people rarely ever hiked the trail that we were on, which is cooler.
Anyways, we hiked into this place called Grand Bassin at dusk saturday. I was expecting to find just a river and hills and such, but there was a town down there, completely secluded from the rest of the world as there are no roads that reach it. I was pretty surprised, but I guess it could work, I just don't know how. Anyways, people were really nice there and pointed us in the right direction and we slept on the black sand next to this river. There were a couple of small rock slides during the night that fell into the river. So that was comforting. The morning was amazing because we hadn't seen where we were and waking up to cliffs and a waterfall just around the corner and this beautiful winding river, etc. I was really something. We explored a bit and took a dip in the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. It was invigoratingly cold and I was done after a good minute. We dried off in the sun and headed up this other trail that went out the other side of the town and straight up a ridge. It was tough, but we took it at a good pace, and we were surrounded by birds, little toads and something called a tangue, which ressembles a rat-like hedgehog. In fact, I almost stepped on one (of the tangue things). Plus there were flowers everywhere and the trail was obviously not very widely used, and I felt quite at home. Plus there were ladders everywhere and big rocks, so I was quite happy. We got to a crossroads at about 4:30 and decided not to do another day (it was a good idea) and headed towards the parking lot. A guy came tromping up behind us and started to get into his car, and justin decided that we needed to ask him for a lift. so we did, and he said yes. So that was good, but he seemed really mad about something, and we figured out that his girlfriend had just left him, and he was intent on finding her...I don't know what he intended to do when he did, but he was very serious and drove like a mad man. Anyways, we made it to the bus on time, and as we sat in the 6 oclock traffic jams they have here, we decided to get off at L'Hermitage and spend the night there. It was sweet!
k, I got class now. The grades are coming in!!!
Peace!
doop-dee-doo.
so, last time I updated, I was not in the most talkative mood. I think I've been hanging out with cranks too much (i.e. - people who don't listen to me when I talk...jerks), but this weekend, I went on a sweet hike with this Welsch (sp?) kid named Justin, and it was really cool, cuz I got to just talk about everything with him; religion, women, the island, home, family, all that stuff, and all in english! :) That's helps a lot when I can talk with someone and not have to struggle for every other word. Regardless, I think that this weekend really rejuvinated me, because we saw so much cool stuff, but I really do think that it was the company that did me the most good. Justin is a genuine person, and it was great to get to know him. Plus we saw a bunch of cool birds (they're called tuit tuit's!). I'll post pictures and stories from that later, cuz I've got to talk about Piton des Neiges and the volcano now. :)
Piton des Neiges was great. The only thing that really kept it from being absolutely awesome was that the altitude got to me pretty bad. I had a splitting headache on the top for half the night (I got up and found some Ibuprofen), and the clouds were not the coolest thing in the whole world, because I was counting on being able to see the ocean. Plus there were so many people and trash all over the place. But even so, it was really a very bizarre experience to be in a place were there were almost no plants except for a couple of clumps of grass and a fern that was hiding out under the shelter of a big rock (I was pretty out of it because of the altitude and I asked it what it was doing under there. Just thought you might like to know...), it felt like Mars or something because of all the little red pebbles everywhere. The other thing that made it hard was that I ran about a third of the way down. I was sore for about 5 days afterwards. I even brought my walking stick with me when I went to the beach. So that hike was magnificent, but not really my kind of hike. Afterwards, we went to a place called L'Ilet Des Trois Salazes, which is essentially a hippie commune. They grow aromatic plants (flowers and stuff) and regenerate the soil that has been lost because of overgrading and logging. The whole time we were there there was a mist hiding whatever was thirty feet away, so the whole place was shrouded in mystery for me, and I found it intoxicating to be there. So, I'll probably spend 8 or 9 days there, working with them and enjoying the finer points of life (showering in a waterfall, sleeping everynight in a longhouse, eating food that killed/harvested within a few hundred yards from the dinner table, playing guitar, working for my food, learning the biology of the island, etc.). So that oughta be fun.
Climbing class now, I'll update the volcano portion (with pics from this weekend!) later. :)
Love YOU!!!
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Climbing class was good, though I am quite sweaty now. ;)
Alright, so I forgot my photos/didn't feel like climbing the three flights of stairs to my room to get them, so I don't have them again. Sorry, they'll be up later.
On the other hand, the volcano was insane!!! We rented a car to go there, because they say that it's best at night when you can see the lava reflect off of the clouds of smoke and steam that it makes (as you can see). So we did that, and went from the north-east side of the lava flow at first, where you could see (and sometimes hear) this giant fountain of lava, apparently shooting molten rock up to 90 feet into the air. I say apparently because it didn't seem that high when we were there, but I guess I just didn't realize how far away we really were. It really had an 'end of the world' kind of feel to it, everyone was leaving with their children in their arms and there was a real sense of hushed excitement from everyone. It was realy, really impressive (note to reader: I just translated that from impressionant because I forgot the english word. bah). Then, we drove back to St. Denis (literally on the other side of the island) in the night, slept in our rooms in St. Denis because there was no room in the inns near the volcano, and the next day, headed down the west coast to see it from the other side, stopping at beaches that pleased us along the way. It was amazing, and I want to rent cars more often, even though I can't because I'm too young, so I guess what I mean to say is that I want my friends to rent cars more often. bah encore. So we got to the lava flow, and I noticed that the sun was doing something wierd when there was a half break in the clouds, and I think it must have been the sulfur dioxide in the clouds that was blockin out its corona and turning the clouds pale red at two in the afternoon. We walked for about two and a half hours and finally got to the lava flows, where, through the smoke and steam, you could see a bright red, liquid as all, river of rock flowing to the ocean, sometimes hurdling its bounds in great waves. Then, while I was shutterbugging away, a new flow of lava started, slowly at first, and as it established its bed, quicker and quicker, until it began to burn down the trees at the boundary of the lava flows already solidified. At that point, the gendarmerie arrived and told us all to go home, that it was closed and that it was no longer safe. So we moseyed on back, and realized that it was far too late to return the car that night, so, as I had classes, Sarah and Usman took the car for a good hike and took it back that night. All in all, that was one freaking awesome adventure. :)
Wow, that was a lot. life updates: I get my grades for one of my translation classes tomorrow (Wish me luck!), I take my Francais Langue Etranger exam thursday (wish me more luck!) and I think my other exams went relatively well; creole was a breeze, and the french to english translation class was hard, but I think I did ok. We'll see in due time... Also, I just remembered that I have these stupid ISEP forms to get all of my profs to sign, and some of my classes are over for good.....so that'll be a trick. I'll do it, but I won't like it.
More stuff on the hike this weekend after I've had time to process it....I'll leave you with this: As we descended from the pass, overlooking La Plaine des Palmistes, the melancholy sounds of cowbells reached us through the silence from the tiny white and black dots grazing in green fields, no bigger than ants. I can honestly say that the sight of cows has never rendered me happier.
Love you guys!
Piton des Neiges was great. The only thing that really kept it from being absolutely awesome was that the altitude got to me pretty bad. I had a splitting headache on the top for half the night (I got up and found some Ibuprofen), and the clouds were not the coolest thing in the whole world, because I was counting on being able to see the ocean. Plus there were so many people and trash all over the place. But even so, it was really a very bizarre experience to be in a place were there were almost no plants except for a couple of clumps of grass and a fern that was hiding out under the shelter of a big rock (I was pretty out of it because of the altitude and I asked it what it was doing under there. Just thought you might like to know...), it felt like Mars or something because of all the little red pebbles everywhere. The other thing that made it hard was that I ran about a third of the way down. I was sore for about 5 days afterwards. I even brought my walking stick with me when I went to the beach. So that hike was magnificent, but not really my kind of hike. Afterwards, we went to a place called L'Ilet Des Trois Salazes, which is essentially a hippie commune. They grow aromatic plants (flowers and stuff) and regenerate the soil that has been lost because of overgrading and logging. The whole time we were there there was a mist hiding whatever was thirty feet away, so the whole place was shrouded in mystery for me, and I found it intoxicating to be there. So, I'll probably spend 8 or 9 days there, working with them and enjoying the finer points of life (showering in a waterfall, sleeping everynight in a longhouse, eating food that killed/harvested within a few hundred yards from the dinner table, playing guitar, working for my food, learning the biology of the island, etc.). So that oughta be fun.
Climbing class now, I'll update the volcano portion (with pics from this weekend!) later. :)
Love YOU!!!
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Climbing class was good, though I am quite sweaty now. ;)
Alright, so I forgot my photos/didn't feel like climbing the three flights of stairs to my room to get them, so I don't have them again. Sorry, they'll be up later.
On the other hand, the volcano was insane!!! We rented a car to go there, because they say that it's best at night when you can see the lava reflect off of the clouds of smoke and steam that it makes (as you can see). So we did that, and went from the north-east side of the lava flow at first, where you could see (and sometimes hear) this giant fountain of lava, apparently shooting molten rock up to 90 feet into the air. I say apparently because it didn't seem that high when we were there, but I guess I just didn't realize how far away we really were. It really had an 'end of the world' kind of feel to it, everyone was leaving with their children in their arms and there was a real sense of hushed excitement from everyone. It was realy, really impressive (note to reader: I just translated that from impressionant because I forgot the english word. bah). Then, we drove back to St. Denis (literally on the other side of the island) in the night, slept in our rooms in St. Denis because there was no room in the inns near the volcano, and the next day, headed down the west coast to see it from the other side, stopping at beaches that pleased us along the way. It was amazing, and I want to rent cars more often, even though I can't because I'm too young, so I guess what I mean to say is that I want my friends to rent cars more often. bah encore. So we got to the lava flow, and I noticed that the sun was doing something wierd when there was a half break in the clouds, and I think it must have been the sulfur dioxide in the clouds that was blockin out its corona and turning the clouds pale red at two in the afternoon. We walked for about two and a half hours and finally got to the lava flows, where, through the smoke and steam, you could see a bright red, liquid as all, river of rock flowing to the ocean, sometimes hurdling its bounds in great waves. Then, while I was shutterbugging away, a new flow of lava started, slowly at first, and as it established its bed, quicker and quicker, until it began to burn down the trees at the boundary of the lava flows already solidified. At that point, the gendarmerie arrived and told us all to go home, that it was closed and that it was no longer safe. So we moseyed on back, and realized that it was far too late to return the car that night, so, as I had classes, Sarah and Usman took the car for a good hike and took it back that night. All in all, that was one freaking awesome adventure. :)
Wow, that was a lot. life updates: I get my grades for one of my translation classes tomorrow (Wish me luck!), I take my Francais Langue Etranger exam thursday (wish me more luck!) and I think my other exams went relatively well; creole was a breeze, and the french to english translation class was hard, but I think I did ok. We'll see in due time... Also, I just remembered that I have these stupid ISEP forms to get all of my profs to sign, and some of my classes are over for good.....so that'll be a trick. I'll do it, but I won't like it.
More stuff on the hike this weekend after I've had time to process it....I'll leave you with this: As we descended from the pass, overlooking La Plaine des Palmistes, the melancholy sounds of cowbells reached us through the silence from the tiny white and black dots grazing in green fields, no bigger than ants. I can honestly say that the sight of cows has never rendered me happier.
Love you guys!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
wah!
It's been quite a while this time, and I've seen many, many things since the last time I updated! Like, for instance, the volcano erupting, the summit of the island and all kinds of other stuff! Classes are almost over too, I tihnk we've only got a few left of cell bio, and I've already taken three of my exams, I've got three more tomorrow, which will leave just genetics and cell bio in a month (crazy!). So far I've gotten a 19/20(reunionais culture) and a 17/20 (climbing class), both of which make me pass, since all my classes are pass/fail when I bring my grades back home. So far so good. :) Tomorrows exams are gonna be tough, but I'm not terribly worried about it, I oughta do fine. Enjoy some pictures, I've got studying to do!
Sunday, April 1, 2007
So it's a been a little awhile (like usual), and some stuff has changed. For one thing, I have no more actually scheduled TD (like a class on genetics problems, sorta like math class)!!! Sadly, I think I went to two out of eight, but I talked with the prof, and she told me that it really didn't matter, and that I should work through the problems, and some of the old exams,on my own, and if I had any questions to come ask her, and she would help me through it. So that was awesome. On the opposite side of things, my TP (lab) prof told me that I can't make up the labs I missed. I honestly don't know if I got a zero on them, or if I've been excused, but I'm not really, really worried, just a little worried. O, and in lab, we were going over this thing that we were supposed to do for the lab, and there was a drawing that nobody else but me had done, and the prof came over, looked at it, said "ok" and handed it back to me. I didn't think much of it until she drew the exact same thing on the board!!! She could've just said 'bien' and I would've been happy. Anyways, the important thing is that she knows that I'm not stupid, I just don't understand French perfectly. So that was good.
Climbing on thursday!!! It was so cool! That was the first time I've ever sport climbed before. Granted, it was on something like a 5.8 - 5.9, but still, it was good. Plus it was the first time I've been climbing outside since I was 15. So that was pretty awesome.
Then Saturday, we went to Cap La Housaye (or something like that) and did some snorkeling. It was intense. Basically, this thing is just a big cap of volcanic rock that is inhabited by a bunch of fish, and is relatively calm. Plus there's a sweet place you can dive from, and some little caves to explore, and this big pool that's protected from the waves, so its really calm. There were tiny, tiny little hermit crabs everywhere, some cool underwater crabs that had a neon green strip going around their middles too and fish everywhere. I wish that I had had another underwater camera with me, cuz I ran out of pictures when I was there. All in all, I think that was the coolest beach I've been to yet, and I'm already planning a return that will last two days. I'm excited!!
Sunday, I went mountain biking. It was cool except for the fact that its not the most exciting thing in the world when you go to pick up trash because that means that there's trash everywhere that makes the landscape uglier. Anyways, it was a heck of a lot of fun, and all the rocks there have these little crystals in them. so I grabbed a couple. O, and I grabbed some coral from the beach for the girls back home too!
So all is well and good in Reunion for me. Last week I practically shut down because I had so much to do (it was all just little stuff, but very important little stuff) and I had gotten really stressed out over my grades because my advisor here told me some stuff that wasn't true. Like, for instance, that my french has not improved at all. Anyways, I got over it with the help of a friend, and now its all good now.
Plus, I've been searching and searching for the bedrock of christianity, why it is, why I believe it, etc., and I'm quite sure I found it. It lies in the resurrection, because if it weren't for that, there would be no christianity. The resurrection is the whole point of christianity and encompasses all of its ideals. I struggled for quite some time to find that, and I'm quite glad that I did. So anyways, I think that the deal is to focus on not only The Resurrection (of Jesus) but also the act of resurrecting things around me, i.e. - giving life to things that need it. :)
Love you guys! Enjoy the pictures - http://uncg.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2070371&l=d32e4&id=25006720
Climbing on thursday!!! It was so cool! That was the first time I've ever sport climbed before. Granted, it was on something like a 5.8 - 5.9, but still, it was good. Plus it was the first time I've been climbing outside since I was 15. So that was pretty awesome.
Then Saturday, we went to Cap La Housaye (or something like that) and did some snorkeling. It was intense. Basically, this thing is just a big cap of volcanic rock that is inhabited by a bunch of fish, and is relatively calm. Plus there's a sweet place you can dive from, and some little caves to explore, and this big pool that's protected from the waves, so its really calm. There were tiny, tiny little hermit crabs everywhere, some cool underwater crabs that had a neon green strip going around their middles too and fish everywhere. I wish that I had had another underwater camera with me, cuz I ran out of pictures when I was there. All in all, I think that was the coolest beach I've been to yet, and I'm already planning a return that will last two days. I'm excited!!
Sunday, I went mountain biking. It was cool except for the fact that its not the most exciting thing in the world when you go to pick up trash because that means that there's trash everywhere that makes the landscape uglier. Anyways, it was a heck of a lot of fun, and all the rocks there have these little crystals in them. so I grabbed a couple. O, and I grabbed some coral from the beach for the girls back home too!
So all is well and good in Reunion for me. Last week I practically shut down because I had so much to do (it was all just little stuff, but very important little stuff) and I had gotten really stressed out over my grades because my advisor here told me some stuff that wasn't true. Like, for instance, that my french has not improved at all. Anyways, I got over it with the help of a friend, and now its all good now.
Plus, I've been searching and searching for the bedrock of christianity, why it is, why I believe it, etc., and I'm quite sure I found it. It lies in the resurrection, because if it weren't for that, there would be no christianity. The resurrection is the whole point of christianity and encompasses all of its ideals. I struggled for quite some time to find that, and I'm quite glad that I did. So anyways, I think that the deal is to focus on not only The Resurrection (of Jesus) but also the act of resurrecting things around me, i.e. - giving life to things that need it. :)
Love you guys! Enjoy the pictures - http://uncg.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2070371&l=d32e4&id=25006720
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Time flies here and it's really hard to keep track of it. It's both wonderful and terrible at the same time.
So last week, I was going to go on a hike, but they told me that the trail I wanted to use was closed (I found out later that it wasn't - meh) so I spent the weekend at the beach snorkeling. I found so much cool stuff; one of my friends bought me an underwater disposable camera, so lots of stuff is already on it. One thing I couldn't get was the octopus that I saw. Octopi (?) can camoflauge themselves with their surroundings, and its impossible to tell them from anything else. I saw his little suction cups, so I knew what he was, but after he stuck his head out, it was impossible to tell him from the coral he was hanging out in. Anyways, it was really cool. The second day I went alone, so I could just go and snorkel wherever I wanted to without having to worry about someone else, and I saw this family of fish (there were two bigger fish and about 5 or 6 tiny, tiny fish hanging out in this coral thingy). It was so cool to think that something about the size of a grain of sand is not only living, but has organs and organ systems and all that jazz. So cool!!!
Last week was rough because I had more classes than I usually do (I still didn't have nearly as many I would have if I was home, but you know). So nothing really happened during the week...
But this past weekend, we (me and david and melina) tried to hike to this wonderful view point called 'La Roche Ecrite.' All was going well at first (we got lost a couple of times, but what else is new?), and even though we couldn't see the big views because of the clouds, there was plenty to look at right next to us. The trail was beautiful red mud at times, and reminded me a lot of home. When it was cut out of the mountain instead of placed on a ridge, the walls were dressed in moss and tiny little plants, ressembling a miniature mountain range with miniature trees. Spiders made their homes there as well; big, shiny spiders, black like the aliens in "Aliens." And the whole time, the Tuit tuit, a native to Reunion, flitted past and around us and filled the air with its songs. Enormous fallen trees told us that the polluting noise of a chainsaw had never reached these glades, and it sat well with me.
Sadly, the poetic qualities of the day were spoiled in the night, when a steady rain, along with a 40-50 mph wind kicked up and absolutely soaked us because the tent we had wasn't actually waterproof. Of course, taking the tent down was the worst of it all, but it wasn't so bad, because the gite sells hot chocolate! I think I'm beginning to get spoiled, because at the end of every day, you don't find a cozy little shelter in a clearing with a picnic table, you find a mini hotel, complete with a restaurant, cabins and everything else you could possibly need (usually including a wonderful house 'rhum arrangé'). So maybe I ought to not get used to that. :)
Anyways, the next day was magnificent, despite its beginning, where I fell down because I was so numbed by the cold and I forgot to put in my contacts, (Plus I wanted hot chocolate) and the fact that we decided not to go to the actual view point because we were sure that we wouldn't want to walk that far on the trail the way it was (it would've added another 8 Km). But as we descended, the sky cleared up, and we got our first view of the ocean from the mountains. It's big. Also, where we had camped the night before is called La Plaine de Chicots, but its not really a plain like we know, its more of a bunch of rolling hills, a place where people can live. So we had these gorgeous rolling hills spilling out before us and in the distance, razor-sharp ridges and immediately afterwards, the sea. It was stunning. So stunning that I'm glad we didn't have it for two days straight, because I would not have paid attention to the small stuff the first day. So that was cool.
Speaking of the geography of Reunion, I found out that this island is not like Hawaii (I think) and its not simply a hot spot. The lava underneath the earth forced it upwards, and thats why you can find the kind of geological formations that you do here, because the island is not only composed of new igneous rock, but also ancient ocean crust that had been forced upwards into the air. After that, there were all kinds of fissures and seams that split up the bed rock and caused it to slide all around on it self, and there were other smaller volcanoes that helped too, and its very, very complicated and very, very cool. For those of you who know him, tell Dr. J that I'm thankful that I had his course right before being here because I remember more about rocks and can understand more here. :)
So right now, life is good, and I'm actually beginning to really, really enjoy life here. Plus I'm becoming a pretty good cook!
I love you guys!
So last week, I was going to go on a hike, but they told me that the trail I wanted to use was closed (I found out later that it wasn't - meh) so I spent the weekend at the beach snorkeling. I found so much cool stuff; one of my friends bought me an underwater disposable camera, so lots of stuff is already on it. One thing I couldn't get was the octopus that I saw. Octopi (?) can camoflauge themselves with their surroundings, and its impossible to tell them from anything else. I saw his little suction cups, so I knew what he was, but after he stuck his head out, it was impossible to tell him from the coral he was hanging out in. Anyways, it was really cool. The second day I went alone, so I could just go and snorkel wherever I wanted to without having to worry about someone else, and I saw this family of fish (there were two bigger fish and about 5 or 6 tiny, tiny fish hanging out in this coral thingy). It was so cool to think that something about the size of a grain of sand is not only living, but has organs and organ systems and all that jazz. So cool!!!
Last week was rough because I had more classes than I usually do (I still didn't have nearly as many I would have if I was home, but you know). So nothing really happened during the week...
But this past weekend, we (me and david and melina) tried to hike to this wonderful view point called 'La Roche Ecrite.' All was going well at first (we got lost a couple of times, but what else is new?), and even though we couldn't see the big views because of the clouds, there was plenty to look at right next to us. The trail was beautiful red mud at times, and reminded me a lot of home. When it was cut out of the mountain instead of placed on a ridge, the walls were dressed in moss and tiny little plants, ressembling a miniature mountain range with miniature trees. Spiders made their homes there as well; big, shiny spiders, black like the aliens in "Aliens." And the whole time, the Tuit tuit, a native to Reunion, flitted past and around us and filled the air with its songs. Enormous fallen trees told us that the polluting noise of a chainsaw had never reached these glades, and it sat well with me.
Sadly, the poetic qualities of the day were spoiled in the night, when a steady rain, along with a 40-50 mph wind kicked up and absolutely soaked us because the tent we had wasn't actually waterproof. Of course, taking the tent down was the worst of it all, but it wasn't so bad, because the gite sells hot chocolate! I think I'm beginning to get spoiled, because at the end of every day, you don't find a cozy little shelter in a clearing with a picnic table, you find a mini hotel, complete with a restaurant, cabins and everything else you could possibly need (usually including a wonderful house 'rhum arrangé'). So maybe I ought to not get used to that. :)
Anyways, the next day was magnificent, despite its beginning, where I fell down because I was so numbed by the cold and I forgot to put in my contacts, (Plus I wanted hot chocolate) and the fact that we decided not to go to the actual view point because we were sure that we wouldn't want to walk that far on the trail the way it was (it would've added another 8 Km). But as we descended, the sky cleared up, and we got our first view of the ocean from the mountains. It's big. Also, where we had camped the night before is called La Plaine de Chicots, but its not really a plain like we know, its more of a bunch of rolling hills, a place where people can live. So we had these gorgeous rolling hills spilling out before us and in the distance, razor-sharp ridges and immediately afterwards, the sea. It was stunning. So stunning that I'm glad we didn't have it for two days straight, because I would not have paid attention to the small stuff the first day. So that was cool.
Speaking of the geography of Reunion, I found out that this island is not like Hawaii (I think) and its not simply a hot spot. The lava underneath the earth forced it upwards, and thats why you can find the kind of geological formations that you do here, because the island is not only composed of new igneous rock, but also ancient ocean crust that had been forced upwards into the air. After that, there were all kinds of fissures and seams that split up the bed rock and caused it to slide all around on it self, and there were other smaller volcanoes that helped too, and its very, very complicated and very, very cool. For those of you who know him, tell Dr. J that I'm thankful that I had his course right before being here because I remember more about rocks and can understand more here. :)
So right now, life is good, and I'm actually beginning to really, really enjoy life here. Plus I'm becoming a pretty good cook!
I love you guys!
Monday, March 5, 2007
Cyclone, hiking, etc.
So, for starters, embedding the pictures in the text was too hard, so I'll just put them at the end from now on. :) Or, if you wanna see more, go to this right here http://uncg.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2065914&l=b2f51&id=25006720
and that will have more and prettier pictures. So that's that.
So we had a big nasty cyclone here weekend before last and everything was closed for about four days. It was terrible because we couldn't go outside, but it was wonderful because no one was there to stop us from having very loud parties throughout the dorm. :) Needless to say, we amused ourselves quite well. Plus the cyclone was really only a really big thunderstorm and was nothing like hurricanes back home. So for me it was no big deal at all. Anyways, we had two days of courses last week, so that was good too.
At the end of the week, I decided that I was going hiking: end of story. Whether the trail was destroyed or not, I was going. So I told a few people that, and eventually about 11 people wanted to come. So I headed to La Maison de la Montagne in St. Denis to ask about which trails were usable. They told me that there was one...on the whole island. So at 8 AM saturday, we headed off for adventure. It was almost perfect. The water from the hurricane filled up the waterfalls and made all the plants really green. also, at night, the sky is really clear here (usually) and you could see the milky way perfectly. I woke up at about 3 in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep because the stars were so beautiful. It gets better: here the eclipse that night lasted for four hours and I stayed awake long enough to watch the moon go from a deep dark red to shining white. Plus it was nice and cool, but compared to the heat that we've been dealing with lately, I was freezing. The only thing missing was Laura... : / Regardless, that was an amazing night.
The next morning we all got up (except me, I was up already) at 7 and walked down this boggy path, haphazardly paved with planks of wood, to the Trou de Fer. It was magnificent not only because of its size and beauty, but also because the terrain rendered all of that area uninhabitable. Something that size that will stay that pure for that long is amazing.
ok, right now, the computer lab I'm using is closing, so I'll finish later! :)
love yall!
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Ok, I'm back now. Anyways, the whole deal about the forest being pure, there's so much of it that is too steep for humans to stand on it, much less live there or log it, and it is just very satisfying to know that that will stay virgin forest for thousands and thousands of years. So it was awesome.
Then we hiked out, ate a sandwich at a local place, and hopped in Mats' car for the ride home, which was fun because the car would cut off if Mats wasn't pressing the gas , but it would restart everytime he put it back in gear. Thank goodness it was all downhill. :)
And now, a new entry about this wonderfully run university I am attending: I just learned that there are courses that I was supposed to be going to this whole month. yesterday. "asroruighasofdivnmsdfnvishffgnerg," is close to what I felt. So now I have to make up all of my work in those courses I'm sure, which is not terribly serious, it just means that I have a lot of work to do.
Also, yesterday, I completed the climbing part of what is called "l'ecole de vol," or flight school, for climbing class. Yes, I said flight school...for climbing class. It consisted of me climbing as high as possible on the wall, holding on with one hand, pulling off some rope, and then pushing off of the wall, dropping me and lifting my partner (who was a little 110 lb. girl) high into the air. And that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was that for a time while I was hanging on the wall, they were changing belayers, and I was completely unsecured. Had I fallen, it would have been my last. I will never do flight school again. So I had an interesting day yesterday.
In other news, my french is very, very much better than it was when I left. You could almost say that it is good now! :) Oh, and I think I'm going canyoning again this sunday. That means more pictures!!!
So all in all, I'm doing pretty well here, even though every day I am increasingly surprised at how inefficiently the french bureaucracy works. Things are looking up. :)
I love all of you and I miss you very, very much!!!
The moon!
Trou de Fer
A cool fallen tree covered in moss and orchids!
A grove of tamarin trees.
A cave that me and Mats found.
Here's a video (just paste it in the browser dealy)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fM72ejbwItM
and that will have more and prettier pictures. So that's that.
So we had a big nasty cyclone here weekend before last and everything was closed for about four days. It was terrible because we couldn't go outside, but it was wonderful because no one was there to stop us from having very loud parties throughout the dorm. :) Needless to say, we amused ourselves quite well. Plus the cyclone was really only a really big thunderstorm and was nothing like hurricanes back home. So for me it was no big deal at all. Anyways, we had two days of courses last week, so that was good too.
At the end of the week, I decided that I was going hiking: end of story. Whether the trail was destroyed or not, I was going. So I told a few people that, and eventually about 11 people wanted to come. So I headed to La Maison de la Montagne in St. Denis to ask about which trails were usable. They told me that there was one...on the whole island. So at 8 AM saturday, we headed off for adventure. It was almost perfect. The water from the hurricane filled up the waterfalls and made all the plants really green. also, at night, the sky is really clear here (usually) and you could see the milky way perfectly. I woke up at about 3 in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep because the stars were so beautiful. It gets better: here the eclipse that night lasted for four hours and I stayed awake long enough to watch the moon go from a deep dark red to shining white. Plus it was nice and cool, but compared to the heat that we've been dealing with lately, I was freezing. The only thing missing was Laura... : / Regardless, that was an amazing night.
The next morning we all got up (except me, I was up already) at 7 and walked down this boggy path, haphazardly paved with planks of wood, to the Trou de Fer. It was magnificent not only because of its size and beauty, but also because the terrain rendered all of that area uninhabitable. Something that size that will stay that pure for that long is amazing.
ok, right now, the computer lab I'm using is closing, so I'll finish later! :)
love yall!
_______________________
Ok, I'm back now. Anyways, the whole deal about the forest being pure, there's so much of it that is too steep for humans to stand on it, much less live there or log it, and it is just very satisfying to know that that will stay virgin forest for thousands and thousands of years. So it was awesome.
Then we hiked out, ate a sandwich at a local place, and hopped in Mats' car for the ride home, which was fun because the car would cut off if Mats wasn't pressing the gas , but it would restart everytime he put it back in gear. Thank goodness it was all downhill. :)
And now, a new entry about this wonderfully run university I am attending: I just learned that there are courses that I was supposed to be going to this whole month. yesterday. "asroruighasofdivnmsdfnvishffgnerg," is close to what I felt. So now I have to make up all of my work in those courses I'm sure, which is not terribly serious, it just means that I have a lot of work to do.
Also, yesterday, I completed the climbing part of what is called "l'ecole de vol," or flight school, for climbing class. Yes, I said flight school...for climbing class. It consisted of me climbing as high as possible on the wall, holding on with one hand, pulling off some rope, and then pushing off of the wall, dropping me and lifting my partner (who was a little 110 lb. girl) high into the air. And that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was that for a time while I was hanging on the wall, they were changing belayers, and I was completely unsecured. Had I fallen, it would have been my last. I will never do flight school again. So I had an interesting day yesterday.
In other news, my french is very, very much better than it was when I left. You could almost say that it is good now! :) Oh, and I think I'm going canyoning again this sunday. That means more pictures!!!
So all in all, I'm doing pretty well here, even though every day I am increasingly surprised at how inefficiently the french bureaucracy works. Things are looking up. :)
I love all of you and I miss you very, very much!!!
The moon!
Trou de Fer
A cool fallen tree covered in moss and orchids!
A grove of tamarin trees.
A cave that me and Mats found.Here's a video (just paste it in the browser dealy)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fM72ejbwItM
Sunday, February 11, 2007
So, this (<-----) was saturday's backdrop. When I took this
picture, I was actually standing on this (It's the one under this.)All in all, life saturday was pretty good. Friday was great too, because it was my first biology class, and, after searching for hours upon hours for it, I successfully had a cell bio class, and understood the vast majority of what the teacher said. Oh, and lately I've taken to playing my guitar outside the dorm, and the first day I think about 20-30 people showed up. The next day it was around forty, and both times there were a couple of reunionnais people there who, by the way, don't seem to like to deal with internationals very much. Plus they think that I'm really good, so that's always fun.
Then, on sunday (yesterday), I went canyoning. yessssssssssss...This one on the left is the first one, where you had to climb out a little ways to the rope, then clip on, then descend down the bottom, most of the way you're being pelted with water (which is surprisingly bewildering when you're dangling fourty feet in the air). When I got to the bottom, the pack that was suspended from my harness got stuck on something, but I was so disoriented by the waterfall on my head that I couldn't figure out what to do for a little while. so
I just stood there and feebly tugged on my pack, and then on the rope, and then tried to walk, remembered my pack and started all over again. eventually I loosed the rope and then worked on my pack and I got out alive. But it was scary. The one on the right is the last big descent we did, and it had a zipline (WOOOOOO!) So that was freaking awesome.
This is the first one (<-----). Oh, and there were big stretches where we had to get to the next descent, and so we just slipped and slid our way along this slippery stream! It was awesome, because the stream bed was one big, volcanic rock, which is very carveable by water, and so
leaves nice little waterslides all over the place.Here's a good one!----------------->
If you can't tell, there's a person in that giant splash. yep. And then, all of a sudden, the stream dried up, and we had nothing else to do but hike down to the big arch (which I forgot my camera before going on the little side trail!) and then out. But it was awesome, and we drove back up by the east side, so I made a whole tour of the island in one day, and saw the giant swath of the destruction from the lava flows from the new volcanoe. And this was the last thing that we saw before rolling back into St. Denis...
O yeah, and we did this too...
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