Friday, February 15, 2019

Singing Cops of Tahiti

This is without doubt, the best police visit I've done so far.  I went to the Police Municipale in downtown Papeete, Tahiti.  It has about 27,000 people and is a modern bussling port city.

The first officer at the desk knew some English and we immediately started bonding.  She yelled out for the others in the station to come up and meet me.  They all were very welcoming.

At one point, after I told them I'd started out in Memphis before the railroad police, she pointed at one officers.  She said he wasn't police.  He was a Morman and a singer. (Why the two things went together I don't know but, I got the idea they were teasing him)

He runs back into his office, grabs a guitar and starts singing Elvis songs.  And, he was very good!
Pretty soon she starts singing with him, then the Lieutenant comes out of his office singing too.


That's their district map behind us.



See the UP patch on the top right on the video on the bulletin board?



They said that they are a very close group, like family. They watch out after each other.  They have many of the same issues we have in the states but, their main problem is the large population of homeless.  Were do they go? Its an island.  Most of them are cared for at the Peepete Catholic Church just down the street and within our sght. They are fun=loving but, serious officers.  I got the double cheek kisses good bye from all of them.  Best shop talk so far.

I did other things today as well.  We took a large catermaran out. That was great.  The interesting thing was that we had to stop for approaching aircraft at the ends of the International Airport whose approaches are over the bay.  Catermarans have very tall masts. Landon can easily look that up on Google Earth.


Coming off the ship to music.









World Dulcimer Hits the Beach

Today is dedicated to my sponsor on this trip: McSpadden Dulcimers in Mountain View. Let me tell you, there are no mountains on this atoll of Rangiroa, French Polynesia but, there is a great view. The Pacific Ocean, the sky-blue calm water inside the vast atoll and crashing high waves outside the ring. I also will show you the extremely narrow channel this big ship went through to get here.

I took my dulcimer, "Jelly" (short for Magellen) to the beaches, hung out and played.  Many of the ship's passengers stopped to listen and I handed out my cards with McSpadden contact information on the back.  There were also quite a few locals, mostly teenagers that came by.  I let one, Lewis, try to play the dulcimer but he found it a bit ackward.  He was smiling the whole time and even took some close-up video of my hands while I was playing.






Lewis


Nice Beach House.


A contrast. Locals watching ship from the shade of a tree right on their beach.

One of the things I noticed walking around the atoll: there was very little noise except the background of the waves hitting the beach.  No traffic noises.  Most of the locals rode bicycles. No sounds of air conditioners running.  All the houses had wide open doors and windows, many had lovered glass windows, all open.  You could hear people talkig in their homes, laughter and music from inside. 

The temperature different between shade and open sunlight was substancial. There were plenty of dogs and had their shady spots, dug in under a table or bush.

Also noticible was that almost everyone on the atoll was a smoker, adults and teenagers. I saw almost no smokers on the other islands.
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Today I went to a presentation on the ship by Gabe Abelson, a comedian and writer nominated for 5 Emmys, best known for his work writing for David Letterman.  He also wrote for Jay Leno, Craig Kilborn and many others. I mention all this because he volunteered and spent time helping with some of my writing a few days ago. And, no: I'm not any funnier than I was before. He did two shows on board, the first was a great comedy routine. Then a few nights later he kicked it up another level by doing mind-reading on stage.

He uses the same techniques we use in interrogating suspects.  He uses body language, mirco-expressions and logic to figure out specific things he is not told. Like, what was your first dog's name, your high school girlfriend's name or just which hand are you holding a key in you switched around behind your back.  He was even able to unlock my friend's iPhone by figuring out his passcode. 

He catches everything.  He could have been a great interogator and may do some work for a police agency.  I believe it.  He is that good. He was also kind enough to show me some (not all) of the mechcanics of some of it.  He is very smooth at influencing a person's choices and thought process. Really.  That and a quick memory - he's good. Very good.  


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Well, Insignia, this big ol' ship was anchoed up inside this atoll.  The channel out was so narrow, I was suprized we didn't need tugs.  I might have been that I don't think the tugs would have fit on either side of the ship without hitting coral. Here are a few more photos:



See the Pacific on the far side of the thin slice of atoll thsurounded us? Then we headed in a S-shaped twist to get to the tiny narrow channel out that we could see large waves breaking acoss our path out.  The water had to be breaking on something. It was pretty big to produce those breakers in front of us but, we got through.'



This how close we where on both sides. That is the wash from the bow next to the bulk of the ship, not the wake spreading out behind us. We obviously made it and I didn't hear any scrapping noises as we slipped though.



Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Nuku Hiva, French Polynesia

It is 2,250 miles of nothing but open water between our last port, Hawaii, and Nuku Hiva. It is winter in Hawaii and Summer in Nuku Hiva, What a beautiful island. Herman Melville, author of Moby Dick, said that Nuku Hiva was a, "country that no description could fit the beauty."  So there's that.

My knee is better and I walked the entire village and found the police department. Not very large, as you might imagine. I met Patrol Officer Mary. She looks like she could whup your butt; however, once we somewhat communicated she was a real sweetheart.  She knew as much English as I know French, which is to say almost nothing.

We struggled with the language thing but, again: its the same job here as most places.  You have to watch your back. We traded shoulder patches. Her's is pretty cool.


Officer Mary





Just getting off the ship by tender and then walking around Nuku Hiva presented hundreds of photo opportunities. Here are just a few.


Drumers



























Dancers back on ship before departure.


Monday, February 11, 2019

Day 32 @sea

I was just out on deck looking out over the Pacific, horizon to horizon. We are not a huge ship but, we are cutting through only 3 foot waves at 20 knots. It creates a stiff but not unplesant breeze. 

There are no other ships to be seen. Non for days now.  Flying fish randomly lash out of the sea.  The occassional dolphin will pace us.

I am always my most content on the water and its moist air. These tiny waves would drive us off my lake back into a slip at the marina.  Here, we slice ahead effortlessly.  Our white frothy wake is a mile long. Here, so different from my lake, it is very much the same feel.

There are no mountains within almost a thousand miles. At least none above the surface. Here, so far away from my usual relatively dry exisitance, it is easy to understand that this sphere is covered mostly by water.  It is the volumn of it that is so near incomprehensible.

I am not posting any pictures here. Volumns would convey neither the enormity or its majesty which is its core. It is not my little lake but, it is the same. How could I not be anything but happy?

Sunday, February 10, 2019

This Morning a Pollywog.

This afteroon a Shellback.  We crossed the equator way out in the middle of nowhere in the Pacific Ocean.  King Nepture turned up with his Queen and full Court to administer the ancient rights and ceremonies.

I kissed a fish, and I liked it.

No longer a mere Pollywog, I am a hardened Shellback for now and evermore!



Pollywog


Shellback