Posted by: nativeiowan | February 7, 2012

Juz luv them islands…

Don’t you juz love it when the supposed leaders get in hot water and invariably state “I will clear my name”…

They don’t say I didn’t do it, or I did and I am sorry… they say “I will clear my name”. I find it confusing, sadly predictable and strangely incongruous… ifn you be  a politician yer name is pretty shite from the gi-go, ain’t it?

Former PM vows to clear his name

TUESDAY, 07 FEBRUARY 2012 04:08
FORMER Prime Minister Danny Philip says he has nothing to hide as he vows to clear his name on the alleged corrupt dealings over the controversial Republic of China (ROC) funding.

In a letter to the Solomon Star, Mr Philip said he has already completed a report on the ROC funding saga to be tabled before Parliament soon.The former Prime Minister came under heavy public criticism over allegations he misused the funds for his personal gains which led to a massive walkout by his ministers resulting in his downfall in November last year.

“I will be transparent about this matter which people were pampering to the media with prior to my resignation,” he said.

He said he would make sure that his report would also be made a public document.

Mr Philip also accused this paper of playing a vital role in campaigning against his leadership.

The former Prime Minister has also challenged that Members of Parliament (MPs) involved in the Tsunami Saga and other controversial issues to must also produce similar reports.

He said the people in the Western Province as well as people of this nation have the right to know how money was spent.

The former Prime Minister also queried the controversial dealings behind the computer project which occurred in 2007-2008, an issue that allegedly involved corrupt practices by certain politicians some who are still MPs.

“The country also wants to know what happened to the Computer Project in 2007/8.  Why is it too irksome to debate the Tsunami Report in Parliament but instead going all the way to the courts to stop it from being debated?

Has there been any report also on the Computer Project 2007/8?

Let’s see how many more colleagues in this Parliament will produce similar reports on how they have been using their people’s monies since they came into Parliament,” Mr Philip said.

He said this would be a true litmus test of what has been happening behind the eyes of the public.

Mr Philip said only then people would know who the real corrupt politicians were.

“Corruption must not be perceived only but proven beyond all reasonable doubt,” he said.

The former Prime Minister has challenged people ‘Peoples Power’ and people in this nation to also challenge other outstanding issues involving corrupt practices by other politicians.

Posted by: nativeiowan | February 4, 2012

The Fearsome Flying Gecko Brothers gett wett

Had a blast  at a big water slide near here. Of course there was blood but how can you have fun without a bit of blood…

We were at “Thrill Hill”. It advertises a 120 meters of fall. I tend to belive them. They offer two choices of mats to help accelerate your down hill plunge.

They recommend you run a few times before you get a mat. Which we did. And it was fun. But we wanted it to be ‘more fun” so we grabbed a green mat, the fast ones, each.

And I promptly cracked th back of my head.

And it was fun. The pee’d in rushing water, the near vertical drop (in places) that turns you through hair-pin curves then spits you out into a tepid pool. It was fun.

Aged 5 and up accepted through the gates.. I reckon that all kids between 5 and 8 and 50 to 65 pee without even noticing as the sheer fun and excitement overwhelms. The drops and turns are interesting to say the least. I do hope having the pee scared out of you is better than the next level of engagement. I know I had the stupid “ahhhh” look on my face when I hit corner-one, wayyy toooo fast, and came out the other end head first.

So all good fun. 4 butterfly bandaids later and I am back in action. The Fearsome Flying Gecko Brothers are good fun but I am going to have to step back a bit.

Mendozza, Angelo and I had a fender-bender on our bicycles last Monday. Both boys came out OK but I nailed my knee a beauty. More blood. Now the head wound… guess its Fly Gecko Brothers- 2, fat old grandad- 0.

Life is good.

Posted by: nativeiowan | February 2, 2012

advice for the young mothers

I hear a number of the young mothers of my eclectic extended family  talk of their children being sick a lot. I hear Alayna dealing with bugs and teething. I hear Tracey talk of her busy kids being bugged up and ill…

I tender some advice for the young mothers out there…

I found essential oils ages ago. They have become the foundation for my tribes well-being. I have thrown out all other topical ointments and tinctures. I strongly suggest you young mothers go out and buy immediately:

Tea Tree Oil, the most antiseptic item found naturally. Used in hospitals where bugs grow in a near sterile environment. When all the hard-core antibiotics fail the hospitals use Tea Tree. You can put a few drops in the bath and let your kids steam their sinus, clean all skins, bruises, and scratches. I have in fcat use a drop on sore teeth/ gums. I know a lot of people do not like the smell of Tea Tree but I reckon it to be a miracle oil. Note that like most oils it can burn the skin so either a few drops in the bath or a few drops in some carrier oil then apply to skin. Use neat carefully.

Lavender Oil, may well be the swiss army knife of oils. It relaxes, reduces swelling, makes sore muscle better. Makes you smile and feel drowsy. My last trip to Montana I nailed my elbow a beauty in a short fall down a big mountain and ended up with classic bursitis. Within a couple of hours of the injury I got liberal amounts of lavender on it and kept the treatment going. It made all the difference. With the teething baby… a drop on your finger, rub it into your thumb then rub finger and thumb behind the ears, behind the neck and on the line of the jaw. Forehead and temples are nice too. You can rub a drop on the gum as well but the taste is usually to much for a kid.

I can discuss other oils: Rose, Eucalyptus, Lang Lang… they are all good but, in all seriousness Tea Tree and Lavender do it all.

Grab a small bottle, a drop of lavender to get strated… put a bit on a wet wash cloth and wash your face and neck… it is sooo refreshing. And soo gud for you.

Posted by: nativeiowan | February 2, 2012

batten the hatches

rough weather on the way…

Posted by: nativeiowan | February 1, 2012

speaking of crocs… this just in:

Travel advisory – crocodiles and weather

The travel advice on http://www.smarttraveller.gov.au states that

“Fresh and salt water crocodiles and sharks are common in Solomon Islands’ waters, and can be present on occasions in areas close to Honiara including the popular Bonegi Beach. Local advice should be sought before entering unfamiliar waters.”

We understand that large crocodiles have recently been sighted near Bonegi Beach. Options for their destruction are being investigated, but we encourage Australians to be particularly mindful of this section of the travel advice at this time.

Posted by: nativeiowan | February 1, 2012

old things revisted

This has been posted before but thanks to Patty P. it is revisited…

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 29, 2012

a great way to start a Sunday morn

What do you do when,..

On a Sunday morn, real early, a frantic call from a good friend. He has just heard you had died.

Yep, Mike Hammond of Honiara fame passed away last week and was buried Saturday.

Now Mike and I shared similar names, which, in a small pond like the Solomons, inevitably led too much fun-filled confusion.

I was first confused with/ by Mike when a policeman saw me in the street, walked up and in island fashion took my hand and started telling me all the stuff that had been stolen from my island was ready to collect. The policeman was effusive and very friendly. I smiled, nodded and got my hand back so I could depart. I did not have a clue what the fellow was talking about.

Then I was told, when I was in Gizo, that I did the right thing by beating the coon-dawn-shit outta some white guy that was a con and a jerk. I supposedly whooped the guy at the Yacht Club ion a Saturday night in Honiara. I was in Gizo.

Then, when my sons were going to school in a small farming community in central Queensland I came to be friendly with a family who, after s short period, confided that they had mixed me up with “another Mike from the Solomon’s” who kept a babe in the house down the street form them. Until they had sorted this out they were very suspect of me and my natural intentions.

Eventually I met Mike Hammond in the Yacht Club. He was a proper Queenslander. A good storyteller. A bit of bad-ass and trouble maker. Some loved him, some hated him. I just got confused with him.

Mike was well into his 60s but fit and healthy. He smoked like a chimney and drank daily in the club. He ran a fishing charter business out of the club so it was his office so he was there pretty much all the time.

Over the past number of years Mike and I would joke about the mix-ups. I always said, “…don’t confuse that ugly old man with crooked teeth and a small dick with me…” being a rude yank I said this to Mike, jokingly of course, and we’d both enjoy the camaraderie of confusion.

So Hans is frantic Sunday morning. Calling trying to get my family up on a sleep-in day, etc., etc. He eventually got hold of Grace here in Oz.

I do thank Hans for being such a good friend. It is touching and funny all the same.

So, there you go, a great way to start a Sunday morn…

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 28, 2012

The fearsome flying gecko Brothers

First day of school in the land of OZ for the fearsome flying gecko brothers…

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 28, 2012

never one to disappoint

Barb,

Don’t want to disappoint so, thanks for the reminder, have not heard this for ages…

04 Doctor My Eyes

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 27, 2012

running on empty

I’ll wager that many of my faithful readers watch, or have watched “Top Gear”.

Remember the one where Clarkson drove an Audi V8 from London to Edinburgh on one tank of gas. The ending of this clip had JC running on what the vehicle reports as “O” fuel.

I drive a little Audi.  And just the other day, I should have ran out of gas. For a fair distance the car’s onboard computer told me I had “O” ks left in the gas tank.

Was stressful to say the lease. Stupid in many ways. But I am glad I have a car that literally runs on empty.

more later

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 13, 2012

showing off

Like all women,

Mother Nature is such a show-off

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 7, 2012

gun-metal grey

A gun-metal grey day out. The overcast sky is grey. The sea is grey. A very grey day.

a chilled drizzle adds to the drabness of the day. I should put a shirt on. A bit cold.

I woke too early. Really could have slept for hours more but was wide awake so got up. Grace spent the night on the futon out on the south veranda. The weather was building in the south all day yesterday and Grace decided to spend the night cocooned in blankets out in the teeth of the weather.

The south side of the house is the “weather” side. The is no protection there. The reef below us has waters that have just done an uninterupted run from antarctica crashing and pounding on it. Big swells come in. And even on calm days the drumming of the waves on the reef is noticeable.

We have a weather system kicking into gear south-east of us.

Sure makes the frigate birds happy… there are about 50 hanging in the air above the coast line to the south.

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 7, 2012

saturday, com’n down

Saturday afternoon coming down. A wagtail dances in the yard. A second one came and chased the first away. Air-borne antics galore, now. Got some territorial stuff happening here.

Our last day/ night in Gizo. What a good place. We fly out tomorrow afternoon. A few days in HIR then on to BNE.

Have been out on the water numerous times. Been fishing. Been over to SanBis. Had a session with the “boys” at PT 109.  Hell, even had a couple beers at the old Gizo Hotel.

Must be time to leave.

Time to get back to work. Get the boys back in school. Finally, a year late, Angelo and Mendozza are starting school in Palmwoods. Big move for the family. Huge move for the boys and Grace.

This past 10 days is the longest we have been in Gizo for ages and ages. Not since the earthquake in 2007. I’ve only spent a night or two at any given time. Grace the same. This is a good place. For soooo many reasons… we moved into this place in December 1998. Had a big party, which saw a star, studded cast. All good fun. And the neat thing, after a bit over a decade, all the fruit trees, bushes, shrubs and veggie vines are in high production. We have pineapples to waste. Bush limes galore. Pamelo, pawpaw, guava, pumpkin, watermelon, and cucumbers. Cassava and kumara. Three types of bananas. And it’s all soooo good… fresh produce…

Had some cassava and punk’n the other eve that was amazing. It’s all soooo goooood.

I am being a glutton on fresh produce.

Frigate birds fly high off the southern shore. Have spent most of the past days on the north side of the house. The wind and activity ahs been there. But the wind is shifting. As the frigates confirm.

Had a hoot yesterday: Mendozza got it in his head he could drive the boat. Now, I run a 50hp, with a tiller drive, on a 21 ft. alloy rocket. It is a fast and very responsive boat. You can easily go wrong with it. Been known to happen. And a 6yr old on the throttle of the 50… it was fun.

The seas were good, oily calm, so once we got on a plane and trimmed the engine a bit it is easy to hold on a straight path as you hurl over the surface.

He did a very good job.

We ended up over to Liapari and back. Did some trolling but did not catch anything. At one point we were out running with the birds that chase the schooling tuna. Thousands of birds all around, skimming the water to snatch the small bait fish being chased up by the tuna. Some doing big dives in to grab a decent sized morsel. The water all the time boiling with fish in a feeding-frenzy. All on a quick-paced move.

The school we were on was very small bonito. Too little for our lure. So we raced around at high speed, following the school and the flocks… very cool.

A few days back we caught a nice blue fin trevally. We were running a 20lb reel and the fish may have been 5lbs so it was no drama to haul in. Mendozza and his uncle Robbie shared the task of cranking the beast in. Note in the picture how it had swallowed the lure. Had to cut the fish open to get it out.

There is a flower outside the house here that, every eve, starts up a very heady scent. I think it’s tuber rose.

Very good end to 2011 and very, very good start to 2012.

My 31st year in this land is almost over. Anniversary is January 11. A few days away.

I look around and search for something to be optimistic about. I struggle. I fear the Solomons, despite it’s numerous opportunities, has simply made the choice to not worry too much or work too hard.

I know it is in the island style and we luv these islands but, there are simply too many problems on the horizon.

But, then, the world is generally in a heap of grief. And I figger I’d just as soon be hanging out around here when the “shit-do-come-down”, as Uncle Teddy would say.

So not optimistic but satisfactorily philosophical, so we’re ok.

The urbanization of Gizo has been very hard on the character of this town. The pressures of populations are extreme here. And our highly disposable lifestyles simply don’t work any more. When the population was small we could throw our garbage in the ocean and let it float away with the tide. The town council collected it and dump it in a swamp outside of town.  Now people still throw their garbage in the ocean. And it piles up on the tide line and ends up on the beaches. The city council now uses the same swamp, but they have filled an area about the size of Kennedy island and it grows daily.

In those days most of our refuse was organic. Nowadays everything is plastic. Or worse. The simple introduction of disposable diapers here has increased refuse by a huge amount.

Betel nut stalls are everywhere. And people appear to make living out of buying nut from their family “at home” for a small amount and, under a bit of tin roofing iron, in a makeshift stall, on a strategic corner on the hill, one person sits, day in and day out. I am told there is good money in it. I may take it up as a side line in my retirement. Doubt though the palmwoods neighbors would appreciate the overall exercise.

So the day has been spent cleaning up and sorting for the departure. Have had SIBC (Solomon Islands Broadcasting Corp) “radio happy lagoon” on the tin sounding am radio. Takes me back to my youth. Kinda nice if not relaxing in a strange way.

The surf pounds the island. The breeze carries a brisk reminder of more rain.

Life is guuud

 

 

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 6, 2012

fresh fruit

Not to sound like I am bragging but…

And you old Island hands, remember, there is indeed nothing in the world like a solomon’s pineapple… how literally mind blowingly sweet these were…

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 2, 2012

very nice

Just had one of those 13 minute, very, very electric, tropical storms rush over us. At one point we had ignition right over our heads. Bright flashes. Nice loud cracks, and kerbannggs…

Exactly like the storms W.E. write about in his science…

Very nice.

It’s about 3 miles off now, still powerful, still nice… one last loud fire-cracker pop, then a low grumble that carries into the distance. The rain still pelting. The air is alive. On the verandah here you may even be tad bit too high but it’s worth it… the whole interactive experience… that one just shook the house…

very nice

Band width stuffed due to the storm. This did not go out. So I continue…

I was wrong. We just caught part of it. Not a 13 minute storm but a much longer one. We have ignition over head now, again. Just had a flash and crack outside the house, got the powerline and popped the main fuse… cerrrrack!!! Sparks in the yard then power off. Still tingling…

gotta start the genset to get on line now…

Went down and inspected the damage. there is none. Too rainy to go start the genset so will wait.

The storm has turned around. Coming back but spent of electricity. Just wind and rain. Rain coming down on a 45 degree slant.

very nice indeed…

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 1, 2012

pigg’n out

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 1, 2012

party’s over

And it takes ages to wake up, clean up, pack up, and kick the rug ratts out so I have a quiet house, again. Annie’s family is loading into the truck. It is taking about 15 minutes to get them all in with their goodbyes said, last minutes forgottens like “mommy, wheres my slippers”.

It has been a great, long weekend. Glad it’s over. Time to get back to work…

Posted by: nativeiowan | January 1, 2012

life is gud

To day is the day of our NY’s/ family/ biz party. All the clan but Qalo here. Will keep it small so only staff and close parasites for today’s doo. probably 100 people or so.

Pig on the spit, chickens, a couple big fresh snappers. Aggregate consumables like rice and motu spuds, etc, etc.

The “adults” ran off last eve and left me and Grace with Angelo, Angelina, Ana, Jimmy, and Mack. They were pretty good but I swear I do not remember crawling into bed with Angelo and Jimmy. Grace had been a bit tired/ feeling unwell so she’d gone to bed early. I got the kids sorted (after a big supper with the adults) so they were all scrubbed and bedded. I was sitting doing a bit of work on the computer for a long time. I know Angelo and Jimmy were up watching a movie. I must have gone in when one of the little ones were making some noise. Laid down and…

Woke well pre-dawn with Ana a bit unhappy about not having “mom” to snuggle up with. She and I are good friends and I got her into bed with me and patted her bottom enough to set her back to snoozing. But she’d woke Macky.

Mack and Jimmy are Osborne and Bridgette’s kids. They are bit frightened by the lighter skinned members of the big family and they simply do not know me. So Mack was not real keen to be consoled by this big ugly white dude. So he cried… “moooooommmmmeeeeeee…… mmmmooooommmmmmeeeee…”…

Not loud, just persistent. Luckily Grace was up so she rescued Mack (note, he does not know Grace well and though he was happier he continued to cry for mommy) and I got to keep snoozing.

Eventually I wandered into my own bed. Got a couple hours of sleep and am now up, in our old position of observation on the veranda.

I had to laugh yesterday… we were putting up a volley ball net… after the whole committee thing of deciding where the next and posts went, and after I stuck the spade in the ground to dig the first hole… I was told to move it, about 1.5 meters… Now I can possibly see where 1.5 meters would make a difference in a professional volleyball game in a small yard but… this ain’t a professional game and there is a hectare of land to choose to put the dern net. So in my mind 1.5 meters was indeed superfluous.

Super efficient Lanlyn is keeping the house clean as the party preparations rage on… outside.

We just chased all the kids out of the house. We will sick Paul on them if they continue to come in and out of the house. Paul and Lanlyn are doing the in house cooking.

The pig is down on the wharf at the depot. The boys chose to cook it there. The women and some of the blokes are doing the chickens and the fish at the old bbq pit here.

The day could not be better. Bright and clear. Sparkling, actually. The sky and the sea are the same colour of pale blue. A good breeze keeps us cool. The big old house cat has been hiding since the kids arrived. The dogs are all anticipating a good feed today.

Life is good,

life is good for all involved.

Posted by: nativeiowan | December 31, 2011

walking through glorious gizo

Had a good walk down the hill and through the town this morn. Lots to see. Many people to greet. I said “morning” to everyone I met. One young punk did not even acknowledge me. His loss for being a grumpy shit-head. The kids are always great…

One toddler, a Kiribati baby girl, completely naked and just getting out on the road. Her mother was sweeping under the hibiscus bush where the shade was dense and the air cool. The baby was spreading her wings.

Bow-legged, naked bottom, her hair still with that infant fineness. She was one foot in the road, and stretching her neck to look down the road. As I walked up behind her.

She had just started a hasty retreat back towards the safety of mama, when she saw me. Like a deer in the wild, she froze, eyes wide, ears perked-up, poised for flight.

I gave her a big ugly white-man smile (the only kind I can give) and raised my hand to offer a wave.

I kept walking, in few steps was out of her range of vision, then I heard a big wail.

A delayed reaction but a good one none the less. Poor little thing will be marred for life.

Glorious Gizo.

Posted by: nativeiowan | December 30, 2011

about sums it up

Just rereading Willis’ old post and find this to be about as good of a summation of the islands’ working processes as I have ever come across…

And all of this accompanied by the laughter, and the comments, and the total lack of any sense of hurry that make the South Pacific such a great place to live. Yes, it did take a group that varied between three and ten people at least an hour to drive two stakes in soft soil … but I tell you it was an hour spent in joyful pursuit of a social interaction that had absolutely nothing to do with productivity. It was a pleasure and an honor to have the opportunity to watch them contribute their part to making a fun reception for everyone. We drank another beer.

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