Wax on, Wax Off

With the continuous drone of the palm sander in the background mixed in with the happy beats of reggae music, I can't help but think of the Karate Kid.

"Wax on, wax off. Up, down. Up, down. Smooth motion."

Since the surf hasn't been good the last couple of days I've been putting in some time working. I've needed the time away from the ocean anyways. The reef has been like a cheese grater to my body and spending more time in the salt water prolongs the healing process. 

First broken board :(

The reef always wins. 

Currently I'm helping to build a place that is in the stages of having the interior painted and finished. It's no more than 100 square feet with a bedroom, deck, and bar overlooking the vast amount of jungle. It's a sweet little zone and I'm always intrigued on how Gio ties in things that people are going to throw away. For example he will take old fencing and make shelves, fishing net for trellises, bathtubs for delicate ponds, or left over tile for mosaic designs. He has taken reduce, reuse, and recycle to heart.

What we lose in fuel efficiency we gain in packing efficincy. Recycled roofing used for fences. 

It's a work in progress. 

Already moving furniture in. The end is in sight. 

View of the jungle from the bedroom. 

The kitchen. 

While I've done a little painting before, it has been a great experience learning how to roll paint on smooth without any shadows or drips. My sensei I guess you would say is a man by the name of Andy who apprenticed in landscape architecture and building design. He has been building homes for thirty years and has done it all over the world - from Europe to Indo. To have his guidance is pretty awesome. 

Between talking about how to create environmental homes and living a healthier life style, he often comes and checks my work to critique it. He then gives me a couple of pointers and lets me get back to work. The best part is that even if I do it right the first time, I still get to paint it again for a second, third, and fourth coat.

Practice. Practice. Practice. "Wax on, wax off. Up, down. Up, down."

Gloomy Days

The few days of amazing weather was short lived. The swell drastically increased with onshore winds make both diving and surfing nonexistent. Along with this, consistent rain storms keep us inside. While going outside in the rain isn't bad since it's warm, it does get tiresome constantly drying off. 

Solo sunrise walk

Usually this wave is no bigger than waist high. This is probably a twelve foot wave.

Lone coconut drifting in the waves

Pretty sure that's what I looked like wiping out the other day.

Instead, between listening to the rhythm of the rain drops on the tin roof and plunking on the guitar, we have been spending more time in the garden and working. 

Glad we have some guitars to jam with

Hanging out

The garden that Gio maintains is phenomenal. It's a full time job on top of his other jobs but he somehow manages to keep it going.

For him it's a lifelong experiment. He's a mad scientist trying to get the best results. Growing kale, cilantro, and other veggies isn't good enough. It can always be better. Gio tries different tilling methods, lighting, everything imaginable.

Where it all begins

I think the pattern that papaya leaves make is pretty cool. Like big snowflakes. 

His results are impressive, basil plants that are small hedges. Tomato plants that are five years old and still producing. 

Gio finds that fighting the constant dampness followed by mold is a huge problem. When it starts raining he flies around the garden trimming and hacking plants back so they won't die or rot. He still sees life in them and we need it to eat. For the most part we don't buy any fruits or veggies except for carrots, onions, and garlic. Everything else is from the garden. 

One of the terraces

Hawaiian chili peppers

Tarot

Sweet potatoes

While banana trees line the perimeter and  papaya trees dot the interior, terraces line the yard with fruits and veggies of all kinds. There are often multiple varieties of each plant. Different oreganos, spinach, and peppers. 

He also reminds me of Jonny Apleseed. More like Gio Avoseed though. He makes little piles of the seeds from his best avacados and will fill a pocket full and toss them along the jungly road side knowing ten years down the road there could be an avacado tree for people to enjoy.

Papaya, banana, and lilicoy (passion fruit) for breakfast

Shell Searching

"Hey let's go dive for shells."

"Sounds sweet, let's go!"

My friend Gio, one of the most adventurous people I have ever met, has a tendency to take things to the next level in difficulty. I think he enjoys pushing himself to the limit of what he can do. He likes the challenge. So I should have known it wasn't going to be as simple as diving for shells. 

When we put on our masks he said, "Whatever you do don't kick when you're out there. Otherwise you are going to be torn to shreds." 

Where we went diving isn't a normal beach that someone would consider diving at. It's not a current free beach, nor is it in calm flat waters. Instead it's a beach about one hundred yards long with a barrier reef fifty yards off of it. This barrier reef is created by a network of sharp coral reef like hills two feet underwater and sandy valleys that are about three to four feet wide. Because of the barrier reef, large waves crash over the reef bringing fresh shells that fall into the sandy valleys. This is where we went diving.  

We chose our entrance carefully; too far to the left or right and we would have gotten sucked out of the bay.

As we swam out through the maze of reef passages towards the barrier reef, it was as if we were swimming through a botanical garden. Flat corals, tube corals, brain corals. Corals of all colors. Reds, blues, oranges, yellows, and greens all around. Darting between corals and lava reef, curious and bold fish happily sifted through any silt that may have been lifted from swimming. While I think it's amazing, Gio finds that it's now lifeless compared to what it once was. He says the reefs are bare now from overfishing and coral bleaching...

Once the easy part is over, the challenge begins. The reef becomes no deeper than three feet and because of the waves that make it over the barrier reef, the current becomes so strong it wants to suck us down to the end of the beach. It's like swimming against a flash flood in two feet of water. But we can't swim because of the shallowness of the reef. It's as sharp as a knife and a forgetful kick could create a scraped up leg. 

In order to fight the current to get to the shells, we grab hold of the lava parts of the reef underneath and drag ourselves against the current. It's like rock climbing underwater.

As we pull ourselves to the edge of the reef we begin diving for shells. It's not really diving but more of searching for shells as a river is washing over us. 

As we hold onto the reef in between wave surges, we watch for the waves coming. Right before the waves wash over us, we pull ourselves underwater into a valley of sand and search for shells. While the surface was chaotic, two feet under water it was calm. The tighter I hugged the reef, the less surge there was. The current would gently sway my feet back in forth as if my feet were dangling off a swing. Instead of the chaotic white noise of waves, below it was quiet. Only the noise of my hand rummaging through the sand for shells. 

While underwater I would watch the waves roll over me. As soon as they passed, I would surface for a few short breaths of air before having to hunker down again. Sometimes there were too many waves and I would have to let go so I could get air. Letting go meant getting blasted over the reef only to painstakingly drag myself back out. 

While I started to get the hang of it. I probably looked like a drowning person from the beach. However it was awesome watching Gio search for shells. It was somewhat like watching a sci-fi movie in space combined with Tom Cruise's stunts in Mission Impossible. He would hold onto the reef and army crawl across the bottom. As soon as the surge let up he would pull himself with enough force to torpedo himself through ten feet of water to the next hand hold. From there he would use his body weight and ocean current to swing himself diagonally and let go as if free falling across the reef to grab hold of the reef in a place too hard to swim to.

When we got out Gio said, "that was a really small day. Sometimes I go out on really big days where just making it out to the reef is more rewarding then finding a shell."

Even though we found some good shells. Just the challenge and adrenaline of holding onto the reef is good enough to dignify going out there. 

The Competitive Nature of Island Life

"For here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world." -Bowie

Rewinding to a week ago to just arriving on the island. The first few days of sleeping was hard, not because of the heat or the Mosquitos but because of the wild chickens. It would be 4am and one rooster would crow. Pretty soon all of the roosters in the valley would crow; an orchestra of roosters in the valley all competing to crow loudest. All competing two hours before sunrise. 

My temporary but current sunrise view. The jungle is thick and dense here.

Super green smoothies in the morning. Chocolate mint, two types of spinach, kale, beets, ginger, lilicoy, papaya, banana, and orange. All from the garden. 

Amazing smelling Plumerias

Love playing with my macro lens 

Flying on my bike for a sunrise beach stretch

A bit late but happy Halloween! Scary face spider I think it's called...

Fast forward a week and it's funny to look at the competitive nature of people. It's constant competition. Who can surf the best in the water, who can get the best shells, and who has the biggest, baddest, most lifted truck. The list goes on and on...

This brings me to my comedic interaction last night. Currently I'm living on a paved road with a dirt parking lane on either side. It's a muddy mess since it rains almost every day. If you leave the window open to your car all night... Well good luck getting the interior dry...

Anyways, parking on this street seems to be like getting parking on Black Friday (I've never been shopping on Black Friday, but it's what I imagine it to be like). It's a constant competition between who gets the best parking spot closest to their house. 

It was late last night and I had been asleep for a while. I'm immediately jolted awake by someone peeling out on the street and honking. I momentarily fall back asleep and soon hear a banging on the glass door downstairs. Groggily and slightly nervous to get up, I'm hoping that this person is banging on the door next to mine. Turns out this person isn't. He continues banging on my door as if the door were constantly being slammed shut. Eventually he flings the door open and I hear it bang and rattle against the wall. He flicks the light to the stairwell on and not wanting him to come up further, I say "Hey! What are you doing!?" 

He yells back in his Hawaiian accent "YOU GOT A RED TRUCK?!?! YOU NEED TO MOVE IT!!!"

I say "Naw, I don't have a truck."

With that he walks out, slams the door and roasts his tires down the street. He could have at least turned off the light when he left.