Posted by: nativeiowan | June 25, 2009

Time for something totally different?

This is an old story/ issue that been around for quite a while. As it has recently reappeared in the press I will post the following for the enjoyment, scientific or otherwise, of those who frequent this blog. This post was stolen from   http://www.thewatcherfiles.com/giants/solomon-giants.htm

 THE GIANTS OF THE SOLOMON ISLANDS AND THEIR HIDDEN UFO BASES SOME OF THE GREATEST ANTHROPOLOGICAL AND SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES OF MODERN MAN

Contained in this Website is extraordinary information that brings to the forefront worldwide issues that has been tormenting intellectuals for centuries. It is about two phenomenal discoveries that I have found existing in the Solomon Islands and this Website is a further attempt once again to bring them to the attention of the Modern World.

The first discovery is about how the people of the Solomon Islands have shared their Islands with ‘previously undiscovered to the modern world’ race of hominoids for millennia right to this present day, and for a variety of reasons explained, this has not been known about by the rest of the World, until now. The second discovery is about the whereabouts of hidden UFO Bases that I have found existing in the Solomon Islands for quite possibly the same amount of time, and how there seems to be a link between the Giants and the Extraterrestrials making the Solomon Islands their home.

For many reasons, these groundbreaking discoveries have compelled me to share them with the rest of the World. It has always been my sincere hope that hundreds of researchers follow up my work by going to the Solomon’s to continue on. Science is definitely a progression of new discoveries, and these are some of them.

The Solomon Islands people name the undiscovered hominoids mentioned “The Giants”, which is linguistically ironic for the isolated Solomon Islanders, as throughout history, including in the Bible and other prominent books, the same name has been used in other parts of the World to describe these huge elusive hominoids. To explain some facts about the Giant race existing in the Solomon Islands, I will use the Giants of Guadalcanal as an example.

“The Giants of Guadalcanal” are named as such by the Guadalcanal people, and from my observations they seem to be very similar to the Sasquatch, Bigfoot, Yeti, Yowie and such suspected to be found in other parts of the world. At this moment of time, there are hundreds quite possibly thousands of these Giant people (and I use the word people for a reason) living inside the huge tropical rainforest Jungle Mountain ranges of Guadalcanal, as the Guadalcanal people will tell you. All claims made on this Website about the Guadalcanal Giants can be support by the indigenous Guadalcanal people of the Island, as it totally plays the major part of their entire grass-roots culture, past and present.

Apart from being known for building timber base structures with sheltering sago palm and other leaf, they have vast cave systems running within the majority length of the mountains of this 200 plus kilometre long tropical Jungle Island. Some of the Guadalcanal Giants live in organised lifestyles with social structures, and I have come across many Guadalcanal people that believe they can go from east to west through their cave systems without seeing the light of day, and many believe that their population numbers in the thousands. The Guadalcanal Islanders also believe that there is a huge city of them living inside or underneath the big mountains of the Island. “Mount Tatuva” is definitely one of this city’s main entrances, and if anyone ever wished to film them, the closest villages to Mt. Tatuva, where they are also seen regularly is a good starting point. But that is not required, because they are all over the place and are seen on a daily basis somewhere around the Island. Actually, I can think of a dozen places around the Island apart from the Mt. Tatuva area that are good starting places for the beginnings of gathering documentary photographic evidence of them. For that matter, I can think of dozens of places around the Solomon Islands, and Vanuatu that would be the same.

Virtually, you can ask anyone from Guadalcanal, and for that matter the Solomon’s, if any of their recent ancestors, or themselves has had past exchanges with these Giants, and one finds a very positive response with many tales supporting their existence. I know for a fact that upon arriving within the Solomon Islands, one can ask the first person they see as to whether the Giants can be found there, and they’ll start pointing in every direction, and if not, they’d quickly steer you onto someone who would tell all about them.

To my understanding, there are three different species or types of these Giants. The larger and more commonly seen are over 10 foot tall, but I have come across numerous Islander accounts with evidence that supports that they do grow much taller than that. These Giants have very long black, brown or reddish hair, or a mixture and when they want to have a good look at you, they pull it aside from their face with one hand. They have a protruding double eyebrow, bludging red eyeballs, and flat nose wide gapped mouth facial features, and have an unmistakeable odour, which the coastal people would once use as a sign of their presence, depending on the wind. From the large hairy type, they range down in size with reducing amounts of body hair. The smaller version, although bigger than normal human beings, are like a wild man living in the jungle and are not as hairy as the big ones. This is the way the Guadalcanal Islanders describe them. Inherently, when they see these small giant half human people, they make efforts to kill them. These smaller versions are lower down in the Giant social order, living predominately outside their caves systems in the jungle, although all three (types) are found in the Island’s jungle. Incidentally, there are many newspaper reports, even recently, of these hairy Giants in Papua New Guinea, and also may I say that I know for a fact that the Vanuatu people have also had a similar past with their Giants as the Solomon Islanders have had, as those that follow up on my research will find out.

I must point out, that the Solomon Islanders, and I suppose the PNG and Vanuatu people are lacking understanding that their Giant race living with them are something big in scientific discoveries to the rest of the World. Whether by intentional design or not, it is appropriate that the Solomon Island’s National logon is “The Place That Time Forgot”.

This is a map of west Guadalcanal showing where a huge population of them can be found on that Island. As a thumb-rule, this approximate 1,000 square kilometre area of heavy mountainous jungle of the western section of this half-map of Guadalcanal, that doesn’t have dots as signs of inhabitation, are the free territory of the Guadalcanal Giants. Although the Giants are found all over the Island, more often than not, the dots seen are merely 2-3 village huts indicative of inter-related tribal areas. Further, and of significance, is the fact that although land-possession is highly regarded by Guadalcanal people, and the Solomon Islanders, this 1,000 square kilometre area does not belong to any particular tribe, and there is a good reason for that too, which once again, can be easily found out by just asking any Guadalcanal person. For those Solomon Islanders seeing this Website for the first time, in particular Choiseul and Isabelle please excuse that I didn’t put a map of your Island on and discuss the similar situations that you have on your Islands.

Guadalcanal is rich with Gold, a fact that the Europeans discovered centuries ago. Thirty years ago, different Gold mining companies started negotiating with the traditional landowners with ‘Memorandums of Understanding’ in order to capitalize on this gold. A succession of failed attempts followed until of these recent years when ‘Ross Mining’ broke through with a 3% to the indigenous deal. In 1998, at “the Gold Ridge”, central north Guadalcanal where the mine was being built, they got going with their bigger type of mining bulldozers pushing in roads and clearing the mine area. The mine borders the Giant’s territory, and it would appear that the Giants are quite territorial. On one particular occasion, one of these huge bulldozers broke down with one of the pins on the blade attachment rendering useless. As it was late in the afternoon, they decided to drop the blade there and take the bulldozer back to the workshop to do the repairs overnight to continue on the next day. When they returned the next morning, the blade had disappeared. All the boys became confused. How could such a heavy object vanish? Mind you, we’re talking about ten tons plus. So they started scouting around in the bush looking for it and happened to notice giant footprints around 3-foot in length close bye where the blade had been left. Finally, some 100 odd meters away on a small nearby hill, one of the boys called out, “Here it is!” From further footprint investigation, they deduced that the Giants had not carried it there, but had thrown it, or it got there some other way.

By the way, this current inoperative Gold Mine at the Gold Ridge, which from the Island’s geology reports is small in compared to the potential of several other areas, has an estimated 20 Billion Australian dollars of Gold still remaining.

Some years ago, as I had once been working as a Helicopter pilot/engineer, I was asked by a boss helicopter pilot of an American fishing fleet that had helicopters, to look after their spare parts required, as Australia was closer that Guam. The job lasted six weeks and I was handsomely paid for my little effort. The office I took was just opposite the old Guadalcanal Provincial Headquarters, and at lunchtimes I would sometimes go across the road and have a few beers there with the then Guadalcanal Premier, and Victor the Finance Minister. It was during one of these lunchtimes that they told me of a Giant encounter they had just had some month’s prior. Both the Premier, who is now a National minister, and Victor, who is now a Guadalcanal minister again, had decided to go to the Gold ridge to survey the area of the proposed Gold mine. They took their twin-cab Toyota Hilux mid afternoon and drove up there. It’s quite a drive and after passing a few villages on the way they arrived at the mine area. A bulldozer had craved out a road, and as sometimes it rains frequently, the road around the side of a hill had became slippery, and they slipped of the road’s edge and became bogged. They made some effort trying to get back up onto the road, but decided to walk back to the last village that they had passed and get a bunch of boys to come help pull it out. Obtaining thirty odd men they walked back. As they were rounding the last corner to where the 4WD was bogged, they saw the 4WD back up on the road with two huge Giants standing one in front of the vehicle and other behind. Inherently, their first reaction was for all of them to run away screaming in absolute fear. They told me that when they got the courage up some half-hour later, they all returned to find that the Giants had gone. Obviously, I asked how tall were they? They told me that the taller of the two was the one that lifted the front of the vehicle up onto the road, and when they inspected the footprints, each had picked the vehicle up by putting one foot on the road and the other near the vehicle. Pointing out the window to a tree, the Premier said; “About that high”, which I estimated to be over fifteen foot, which matched the size of the 3-4 feet footprints they had described.

The Guadalcanal people, and many others, all know the story of “Mango”, whom passed away two years ago. She had been kidnapped by the Giants fifty years ago and spent 25 odd years with them, and like them all they had given her up for dead until she was found pregnant, hysterically frothing from the mouth in a garden on the Northeast coast. A Giant had taken her as a wife. When the men realized who she was, they tried capturing her, but because her skin was as slimy as an eel, they found it difficult holding her. One of the men got an ingenious idea and got some particular rough-sided leaves of which they used to hold her down and tie up with vine. Understandably, she was mentality unstable for the remainder of her life, but through her pregnancy she gave birth to a half-cast boy. The bastard boy lived to the age of five when one of Mango’s brothers slaughtered him. Peter and a few other friends of mine know where he is buried. Mango is just one of many that this type of thing has happened too, but you don’t have to believe me, just ask them. There are quite a few more.

Apes and Monkeys cannot breed with Homo sapiens. Where do I think the Giants came from? I believe that they are a surviving species of hominoid that had branched off well before Neanderthal man and have developed throughout evolution to be what they are today. The Guadalcanal people also believe that the Giants were there before they were. I know for a fact that their gene pool allows them to breed with us, as those that follow-up on my research will find out. The Guadalcanal Giants are definitely some sort of surviving species of Hominoid once closely related to Homo sapiens, as scientists tell us that it is genetically impossible for Homo sapiens to breed with Apes and Monkeys. Still living today on Guadalcanal, and goodness know where else, are crossbred descendants from the Giants. Just ask any Guadalcanal person, and they’ll tell you about them and where they are living, but here’s some examples I know of. Apart from the two huge tall half-cast Giant women that can be found living at Northeast Guadalcanal, there are half-cast and quarter cast huge men who have eight-cast children to Guadalcanal women, which are still living today at Tangarare of the Weather Coast of Southwest Guadalcanal. Anyone can go and see these huge inter-species-bread people. Even though “Silver” died in the early 1990s, “Genny” his son and his children, some who have bread themselves, are still alive. The huge quarter-cast Giant Genny is renown by the people of his area for being able to selfishly eat a whole pig by himself, bones and all. And that includes crocodiles too. A few funny stories about this extraordinary man are included within a book soon to be released made available at the end of this Website.

DNA sample from the Giants, and of their cross-bread human descendants for analysing/research would be an invaluable tool for many future developments in genetic technology and medical remedies that might be still thought impossible, and would unequivocally prove their origins. Further, in 2002, a Scientist/Doctor of the University of Papua New Guinea mapped the DNA of the Melanesian people and found slight differences from that of other Homo sapiens like Europeans, which he said, he found bewildering. I would like to speculate that I might have an answer to his wilderment. It is quite possible that over thousands of years, Papua New Guineans, Solomon Islanders and the Vanuatu people have had their DNA slightly altered because of occasional sporadic inter-breading from their Giant race from their Islands.

Why are the Giants around the world so secretive and universally shy to be seen or known-of? As those that follow on from my research will find out, this is not exactly the same case in the Solomon Islands, but I have an answer to this difficult question, of which I’ll attempt to answer it towards the end of this Website, but may I say I’m sure within the next decade we will found out as to whether I was correct.

Like with Homo sapiens and other Hominoids, the Solomon Giants are both carnivorous and herbivorous, as most Guadalcanal and some Solomon Islanders would bear testament. These ‘whatever type’ of Hominoid people have, until in recent history, considered the coastal Human beings of Guadalcanal and the Solomon’s to be a reliable source of food, somewhat similar as another meat to be eaten, if required. Over the millennia, many thousands of Guadalcanal and Solomon Islander people have lost their lives by being cannibalised by these Giants; hence the reason being the major part of their history and grass-root cultures. During my limited research about the existence of the Solomon Giants, I found that the Giants had actually considered the Solomon Island people like ‘pigs to be eaten’. This primitive type of Neanderthal thinking tragically lead to coastal children being penned up into cages and rose to be eaten when they were bigger. There are numerous handed-down folklore/custom stories of where the Giants would once storm villages grabbing people and ripping limbs off and eating them right there and then, while all run in absolute terror. Also, there are many about what they called “Killer Giants” who would persistently return to make a meal out of them. Sometimes there were groups of these ‘Killer Giants’. Within the book, “The Giants Of The Solomon Islands”, soon made available at the end of this Website is a recorded a well-known Guadalcanal folklore/custom story of an incident that happened at the Weather Coast of southwest Guadalcanal where a village idiot managed to kill “five Killer Giants brothers” exacting revenge on behalf of his people and in return gaining the hand of the Paramount Chief’s daughter and a few other things.

It is my belief that one of the major reasons why the Solomon Islanders, and Vanuatu populations are far smaller than they should be is because, just as an example, over five thousands of years through the Giants of the Islands considering the people as food to be eaten, those people never had the opportunity to breed. Even if it was fifty people a year that were cannibalised, and just only over five thousand years, then that’s two hundred and fifty thousand people that never bred. Unfortunately, the statistics of the Giant’s cannibalism is far worse than that, as those that follow up on my research will find out.

There is one Giant, who is famously known to the Guadalcanal people for being responsible for taking them off the menu. “Luti Mikode” who still is the “Chief of the Giants”, changed the murderous behaviour of the Giants towards the Guadalcanal people forever in the “Giant Wars” of the early 20th Century that were fought against clans that oppose these changes. When you find out the story about how he change the rest of the Giant’s attitudes of cannibalising the Guadalcanal people about a century ago, you will be blown away. It is absolutely amazing, and through my research I have proven it to be true. Although I do not everything about the Solomon Giants, I believe that the Giant’s cannibalism towards the coastal people of other large Solomon Islands halted for three main reasons, and I’ll just mention them. “The Guadalcanal Giant War”, their association with the extraterrestrials inhabiting Guadalcanal and other Islands, and the advent of being discovered by modern Whiteman starting to occupy the Solomon Islands. Topics within this paragraph are found within the soon to be released book made available at the end of this Website.

How do I know that Luti Mikode is still alive? Apart from many people telling me that he is, and the fact that that the Giants are believed to have a far greater longevity than that of Homo-sapiens, one of the Bishops of the Solomon Island’s Anglican Church met him in a garden in 2000 to discuss the ethnic war, during the Solomon Island Tension. How did Luti Mikode know that the Bishop was having a retreat back at his village? Apart from it being on the radio, the only thing I can work out and it sound ridiculous to some, there must have been was some spiritual dimension to it, which apparently the Giants have abundance of. The bishop met Luti Mikode one more time after that, just ask him or the Solomon Island’s Broadcasting Corporation (SIBC) as this was all reported on the news around that time. It’s a strange place for things like that!

I do not know if the Giants of Guadalcanal ever had technology before, but they certainly do have now. In fact, I know that they have had a lighting system within their cave dwellings for at least the past 50 years now that has no obvious light source, such as bulbs and lamps, but somehow inside the mountains, it is just like daytime from what the eyewitnesses that have been captured and released have told me. There is a reason why I use the word ‘technology,’ because other independent credibly eyewitnesses have told me of happenings that overwhelmingly supports this. Once again, I best not go into it, as at the moment it is just good enough to know that they exist.

Guadalcanal, Malaita, Choiseul, Isabelle and Makira have literally hundreds of caves and remanence of Giant artefacts, and on these Islands anyone can visit many them. Some Giants of old would bury their dead in a similar fashion as Jesus was at first with a stone rolled across the tomb’s entrance. “Ezekiel Alebua”, a once Prime Minister and the previous Guadalcanal Premier whom asked me to make the Giants happen for them, knows of a burial cave at East Guadalcanal that his father took him too when he was a child. Within that cave, there is a perfect approximate 15-foot Giant skeleton laid out. Through unusual circumstances, I never got to see it, but I now know of many more, and so does many others I know.

Just prior to the Solomon Tension, some Tangarare men (S/W Guadalcanal) went to see the Giants for advice about what they should do. They did not follow their advice, and so when they went back the second time, as they had not followed their advice, the Giants told them that it’s all up to them now, and told them to get lost. Surprisingly enough that was all reported on the Solomon Island Broadcasting Corporation’s news. When a Whiteman hears such things, and there are plenty of them, for some reason it has always just gone straight over their heads and they haven’t even got a little curious. Well I do!

Just briefly, you can ask nearly anyone in the Solomon Islands, most certainly Guadalcanal about this particular incident. One night, sometime during 1960’s, for some reason I never found out, the Giants went through Honiara and smashed the town to pieces. This is well known of story of recent Guadalcanal Giant history. Mind you they’re plenty of them.

At Christmas of 2002, I was sitting on my veranda around lunchtime with my wife and a few others when a couple of men came running up to tell us that a family working in their garden, not far away from where we where living near Mt. Austin on the outskirts of Honiara, had just seen a huge Giant casually wondering along in the tall grass of the hillside above their vegetable garden. When we eventually caught up with this family, they told me he made no effort to hide himself during the few minutes he was nonchalantly walking along. They said they noticed that he had actually paused for a moment to pull his hair aside to have another look at them as they were leaving the garden.

The Guadalcanal ‘Giants’ and the Malaitan ‘Ramo’s’ write language, as those that follow on from me will find out that there are countless ancient stones block walls and stone objects with inscriptions chiselled into them. While I’m mentioning language and such, a curiosity I came across and a theory to it. The Guadalcanal people’s language and the Fijian language are very, very close. There are over one hundred common words that they both share. Meaning that a Guadalcanal person can go to Fiji and speak Fijian within a week and vice versa, as my good friend and partner “Peter Casi” found out when he and his music band did a tour over there. The Guadalcanal Giants language is very similar in dialect as to the Guadalcanal people. It is my belief, and others that there once was a huge civilization of these Giant people spread throughout the southwest Pacific as far away as Fiji and beyond, well before Homo-sapiens arrived. I have much evidence about this, too much to put down just now, but I’ll touch on it more later, when I briefly get onto the “Ramo of Malaita”, personally my favourite.

Over the centuries, as the Giants had an appetite for humans, and that they were easy to catch, the Guadalcanal people offered ‘instead-off’ sacrifices to them where the Giants would come out of the forest to receive them. Although that did not stop the cannibalism to any get extent. Still today, there are men that can and sometimes do this practice, like at a village near Mt. Tatuva. The pigs have to be white pigs without spots. They include Guadalcanal beetle-nut-lime, which is ground from freshwater snail shells. Also Guadalcanal custom-money, which is four or five strings together with small shells laced upon a strand length. This also has to be white shell money. Shell money or custom money is the original currency used in the Solomon Islands, and still can be used instead of dollars and cents. In a sacred clearing, these are placed and by methods of calling known to those it was passed down to from generation to generation, and by burning eel bones, which irresistible to them, the Giants soon arrive to take their offering. By the way, the pigs on Guadalcanal, and no doubt a few other places in Melanesia have learnt through evolution not to use any of the Giant’s trails or tracks, and they don’t. In Tangarare, a big area S/W Guadalcanal, some of the Giants put barriers across their track entrances to stop the Homo sapiens from inadvertently using them.

It is well known that Giants do not like fire, possibly because of their long hair. When one is to travel through Giant territory, it is advisable to take a pressure pack can with a lighter along just in case. Some months ago, Ezekiel Alebua told me of an incident that happened on the “Weather Coast”, south Guadalcanal, in 2000 during their ethnic conflict.

Five Tangarare men went hunting pig with their bow and arrows and during their hunt they lost track of time. As it was getting late and the weather was ominously turning to rain, they decided to built a sago palm hut quickly to camp the night. The hut had a roof with sago palm walls. At night with rain pelting down, as they were sitting around a fire within the hut, a huge hand and arm came through the hut’s wall. An inquisitive Giant had lent over the hut and was feeling around for what was inside. The five men starting screaming and using sticks from the fire to beat the monstrous hand away. Apparently, horrified they ran straight through the back wall of the hut into the darkness of the bush. When they found each other the next morning down on the coast, they had been spread out over a several kilometres.

This brings me to theory about World War II and the Japanese occupation of Guadalcanal. There is a mystery that has never been solved about why there were no Japanese to initially resist the Allied Forces at Red Beach and Henderson Airfield when they first arrived. (Interestingly, the Howard led Australian intervention force; in another attempt to emulate the Americans have heroically used Red Beach again to arrive on) When the Allied Forces arrived, they were expecting to loose one in two, but instead there was no one to be found. This was uncharacteristic of the Japanese and of any other Island campaigns. They fought to the very last. Why did such a large force of Japanese flee? I believe I have the answer to that one, and it’s not the way history has written it.

I believe that the Japanese encountered the Giants in the centre of the Island, and most probably some others and quite a few lost their lives, because the Giants and those others would have definitely been on the Guadalcanal people/Solomon Islander/Allied side. Circumstantially, in 1999 the Japanese were just about to do a ‘2,000’ strong military exercise (or as they say) in the middle of Guadalcanal, but the ethnic tension stopped that. I find it more than a coincidence that now all of a sudden the Australian Government has decided to send the 2,000 plus strong military contingent (a little bit of a overkill) to the Solomon’s, to only help restore ‘law and order’ to a little town like Honiara, and to rounding up a few small rag-tag mobs on Guadalcanal and Malaita. I’m positive this does not require two multi-million dollar spy planes, a minesweeper, patrol boats, satellite surveillance, 2,000 plus men and a 300 million dollar a year commitment for 10 years, although I’m sure at this present time, this initial overseas boost to the economy, and stabilising the economically broke country is much appreciated by most.

Apart from the potential very rich fishing industry and sustainable rainforests of the Solomon’s, there are; the six huge ‘light crude’ oil and gas basins (just the Indispensable Basin alone being 2,200 sq klms), the high-concentrated several vast Gold deposits of Guadalcanal and those of Choiseul, the large quantities of emeralds, sapphires, rubies, garnets, zirconium etc and recently found diamonds of Malaita, the mammoth Copper deposits of Choiseul 3 times bigger than that of neighbouring Bougainville, the two large Nickel deposits of Isabelle, the two huge Titanium Oxide deposits of Royal Harbour, Malaita, and a few others, of which were deliberately never mentioned by the dozen odd Australian Government Advisers to the Solomon Island’s Prime Minister’s Office over the past two years. The Advisors to Prime Minister’s Office, the people in charge of the Treasury, and the Central Bank have all been predominately Australian Government workers for the past two years. They calculatingly helped bring the country to its knees.

With regards to the Japanese of WW II, there are too many unexplained questions of which, apart from the Guadalcanal Giants being in the centre of the Island, I have extra evidence of something that totally supports my claims. Ask “Ezekiel Alebua”, my down-to-earth friend, about the Japanese War Memorial Statue, and I think you will find that he will come up with the same conclusions as I have, and no doubt the Japanese did. If some of the information of my findings within this Website is mind-blowing enough for the average ‘Joe Blow’ around the World, then what I am about to discuss will really spin them out, but it doesn’t for many Guadalcanal Islanders who knows that it is true, including Ezekiel Alebua, some National Ministers, Anglican Bishops, Priests and the majority of the Guadalcanal residence of the interior of the Island. Not to take away any credibility about the Giant race discovery, I reluctantly report this.

Over the years, I have been receiving astonishing reports from credible people that live in different sections near the centre of the Island, Guadalcanal that is. Having a bit of curiosity about these strange reports, I decided to put a little effort into determining what’s it all about. Credible people have been telling me that sometimes at dusk, dawn or during the night they are seeing dozens of a creature that fly in group formations over the jungle going here and there. They all describe the same thing. As they fly along above the jungle, they see a man-like creature with a long tail and a red-glow from upon their back, and a rolling hum from the group as they go over. Many have told me of hundreds of them at a time. They have been seen at dawn randomly flying around above the fog of the valleys of the big mountains of the interior. They have been regularly spotted in large groups going out to sea and coming back at Central South Guadalcanal. On occasions, they have been seen individually and in groups in the jungle, and they describe their appearance as such: They look like strong homo-sapien men with greenish-brown scale skin and have a long tail, some apparel, and walk upright. Naturally, these kinds of reports are all very strange to average person, but to me, they are not that strange anymore.

“The Japanese War Memorial” of the Solomon Islands, located at Mount Austin of Honiara, would have to be the only one of its type in the world. Most war memorials I’ve come across have something to do with soldiers, guns, dead people and stuff. Not this one! It’s about 30 x 10 metres in area. On the western end there are four large blank vertical marble walls that should have writing on them, and to the north a row of Cherry-blossoms that are having difficulty surviving in the tropical environment. The only writing to be found, which is about the famous Japanese sculpturer, is at the base of the bronze statue of a half-human man with scales who is holding a ray-gun looking thing attached to the end of his long tail.

This very futuristic “Star Trek” warrior-type reptilian half-human man has a very determined look upon his face whilst holding his tail-attached ultra-modern ray-gun in his right hand and pointing to the west with his left. Surprisingly enough, when I line up to where he is pointing, for some reason he is pointing straight at the “Mt Dragon UFO Waterfall-lake Base” of northwest Guadalcanal. The less detailed bullet ridden statue that is there now was the replacement that the Japanese put there in hindsight just before the Solomon Island Tension. As mentioned, ironically enough, in 1999, the Japanese having approval from the Solomon Government were just about to send a 2,000 strong contingent of the Japanese Army into the centre of Guadalcanal to do a so-called military exercise, but the Solomon Tension put an end to that. Mind you, there’s 970 Islands in the Solomon’s that they could have choose from. But look at it now, Howard has sent an equivalent 2,000 strong military contingent to the Solomon Islands to do an expensive 300 million dollars a year occupation, as said for ten years, to restore ‘law-and order’, or for whatever reasons of their own.

It is my belief that apart from some Japanese soldiers losing their lives from being a free feed for the Giants, they more than likely had a few encounters with these warrior-half-human-lizard types, and when news got back to Jap Headquarters about what was happening, it was “Abandon Island!” and let them have it. That’s why there were no Japanese to be initially found went the Allies arrived. It’s a difficult subject to briefly discuss here, but I hope you can see the like between the two.

Incidentally, the American led Howard occupiers are in a ‘catch 22’ situation. Doing the bidding of other world governments, to stop the rest of the world knowing the real truth of the Solomon Islands, and hopefully at the same time gaining the massive oil reserves of the Solomon’s like East Timor, and some other resources, they are in a ‘no win’ situation, at least with the Giants. For instance, perish the thought that they think that they can just waltz into the jungles of Guadalcanal and take on the Giants, as many of them would not come back. It would be similar to the movie “Predator”, and what the Japanese experienced in World War II. Explaining their lose to the relatives of the dead, and to the rest of the media of the world would be interesting. As Giants can be found on other Islands of the Solomon’s, containing the entire Solomon Islands is impossible. Without even considering the known UFO Bases of the Solomon’s of which their American bosses have been capitalizing on for some time now, if they attempt to contain the entire 1,900-kilometre length of the Solomon Islands, they better invade Vanuatu also, as they have Giants and little hairy undiscovered hominoids there too. Just ask them.

It would be a grave crime against the world, if any harm were to come to the Giants. It is my sincere hope, that one day when this discovery breaks through, that certain sections of the Solomon Islands becomes “World Heritage”, and I lobby the scientists of the world, and the International community to make sure that happens. More on this unfolding subject is found within the book soon made available at the end of this Website

From ‘The Borderline’ very near Mount Austin, and further up the road past the Japanese Memorial are three Guadalcanal tribes. ‘Simba’ is one of those tribes, and living not far away from them is an old couple of retired big Giants. (A male and a female) Ask any of the tribes up that way and they will tell you all about them, as it is common knowledge and they have been numerously seen of. I had thought of filming there many times, but I have been the victim of unusual circumstances always preventing this. “Joseph” is the name of the Paramount Chief of that area. During the ‘ethnic conflict’ of 2,000, many residence fled Honiara to the jungles behind. These fleeing people spotted these two Giants on a number of occasions during that time. Actually, a short cut to get to the area of where they are living is by following the track that leads on over the other side of the creek at the southern end of the Botanical gardens behind the Honiara Prison. But, gaining permission from Joseph with measured gratuities would be a better idea. Around that area also are a number of ex-Giant caves that you can look through and film. One-day, these will be archaeological and anthropological sites worth digging up. The area is rich with many folklore stories pertaining to their tumultuous historical relationship with their Giants, but so is everywhere else on the Island, and for that matter, everywhere else in the Solomon Islands. Virtually, every big Island in the Solomon’s has commonly known folklore stories of their Giant people.

Enough about the Guadalcanal Giants for time being. All the larger Islands of the Solomon’s have Giants living in them, but each of these Island people call them different names. “Moo-Moo”, like the cow noise, is the universal Solomon Islander name for this huge race of Giant people. “Choiseul” which is a three hundred long by eighty kilometres wide Island to the western extremity of the Solomon’s has just as many Giant people living in its interior as Guadalcanal. When you observe the map, you’ll notice that there is not one village in the interior, and there is a very good reason for that. Actually I have sometimes wondered why they were always trying to take each other’s Island territory back in the headhunting days, and I thought maybe that it had something to do with them always trying to get away from being eaten by these Giant people on their own Islands. But little did they know that they would have had the same problem no matter where they went. “Isabelle”, has big Giants still living there in two different areas, but their population is far fewer than that of Guadalcanal. Central Northeast and central north are the two areas where they can be found on that Island, but just ask anyone there and they will steer you in the right direction. “Makira”, which is east to Guadalcanal, has only the small super-strong dwarf-like Giants, which I forgot to mention can be found on Guadalcanal too. These are another type of hominoid race that can be found living in the Solomon Islands. They exist not only on these two Islands, but no-doubt on many other Solomon Islands and definitely Vanuatu also.

In 1996, there was a front-page picture of one of these four-foot “Chowa-Chowa” in the ‘Solomon Star newspaper’. He wondered into a village near the Gold Ridge, and so they put a pair of shorts on him and took him to Honiara to show him off. The picture has him being lead hand-held down the main street with hundreds of indigenous following. There was one other time a similar occurrence happened that was in the newspaper. This was around 1991 when another one of these “Chowa-Chowa” did a similar thing. Another pronunciation is “Cho-Cho”. The Australian Aborigines speak of a similar little reddish hairy man that they call the “Jungarre-Man”. Other cultures around the world have the same. I know of stories where men have seen these little people in the bush, and they display the extraordinary ability of being able to jump considerably distances. I’m not particularly that interested in them, but might I say that they must live socially somewhere. Peter tells me he knows where they could be found, but one thing at a time. As an example of some Solomon Islanders, Peter’s Great Grandfathers and his Father worshipped the Giants, so he knows a fair bit about them, like many other Solomon Islanders I know do.

“Malaita” has a very rich history with these Giant people. It is all too much to put down now, but I’ll briefly give you some of my research. “The Ramo of Malaita” are the same species as “The Giants of Guadalcanal”, but were, in the Malaitan case, culturally different to that of Guadalcanal. When you get into understanding the old grass-roots customs and cultures of these different Island’s people, you find that they follow that of their particular Island’s Giant race culture. This is difficult to explain without virtually writing an essay on it. Their folklore stories of prominent Giant encounters are different, and portray their Giants fittingly to their own cultures. For instance, the Malaitan Ramo was known to use a huge ‘Subi’ (A long flat elongated diamond shaped club style weapon). Even though in my estimation the last of the Ramo was approximately 600 years ago, and I maybe wrong, the Malaitan people still have this weapon and they can be found as ornaments everywhere on the Island. One day, we will find out that this Island was once the centre of a vast civilization of these Giant people that were spread throughout the Southwest Pacific as far away as Fiji, and possibly further.

Of great significance, I would like to draw your attention to the fact that there is much remanence of this lost civilisation of the Giant race scattered in different parts of Malaita. I say ‘civilisation’ for a very good reason. Around a mountain near “Mt Mala” of North Malaita’s interior, is a perfectly fitting large stone blocked wall path spiralling around the mountain. This path leads to a flat area on the top of the mountain of where another large stone blocked wall separates to a higher split-level flat area where an alter can be found. Some hundred metres further on is a burial site that has a perfectly flat approximately 18ftx6ftx1ft stone upon it. The bush people further away from that area say that a Ramo of great importance is buried there. There are also hieroglyphic inscriptions chiselled into these stone block walls. Several years ago when they were cutting the bush back a little to expose this area more, they also found pottery and other items. The area from where these large blocks of stone were quarried is miles down the mountain range on the west coast near the sea. It is too long to explain just now how I know this. Incidentally, the indigenous of this area are quite jealously protective of this site, but that should not be too much of a problem by using monetary gratuities if you wished to visit this place. A helicopter is advisable. I have told people about this place, but like everything else, for one reason or another, nobody believes me. It has been there for a few thousand years already, so I suppose it will still be there in a few thousand years more.

In Kwaio, Central East Malaita, a place where my wife comes from, they have stone-block structures with strange inscriptions upon them deep in the bush. I have seen pictures of this same ‘Ramo (Giant) language’ in a book written by an Australian ‘Yowie’ Researcher. No doubt Papua New Guinea, The Solomon Islands, Vanuatu, Fiji, and obviously Australia all have the same. In Malaita, these sometimes-large stone structures with ancient Ramo writing chiselled into them are considered with reverence to those people of the bush nearby of where they are located. For instance, my wife’s grandfather, a famous man of Kwaio, is buried close to a four-foot rounded edge Ramo stone block structure with Ramo, or Giant race writing upon it. By the way, “Ramo” is a common word used by the Malaitan people to describe anyone with superior warrior characteristics. Another Malaitan meaning for “Ramo” is; “Man who eats man”. Also, for those that follow up on my research, you will find that the names chosen by the “Malaitan Shipping Company” for their ships are; Ramos I, Ramos II, and Ramos III. There is a reason for that. When you find out some of the Malaitan history in regards with what they went through with “the Ramo of Malaita”, it is absolutely horrifying and unparalleled anywhere else in the world’s history, and that goes for Guadalcanal and the rest of the Solomon Islands. To a great extent, through examining their psychology, this accounts to me for why the individual Island’s people’s overall personalities from the different Solomon Islands, following their own grass-root cultures related to worshipping their particular Island’s Giant race, are different from one another and is the cause of why they are the way they are today, and nothing to dramatic ever seems to faze them.

There is an area of Kware’ae, north of Kwaio, where there is a large burial kind of cemetery area in their jungle with literally thousands of Giant Ramo skeleton bones scattered upon the ground. I do not know whether this was actually a Ramo cemetery, or whether the locals a few hundred years ago gathered them there. One village not far away from this area has as one of the huts main support poles, a Ramo femur bone that measures near 8-foot. They estimated this particular Ramo to have been over 24-foot tall, which doesn’t surprise me, as many of their folklore stories support them being this tall. Further, on Guadalcanal, where the Giants can still be found, I know that some do get this big. Although it is generally believed by the Malaitan people that their Ramo civilisation disappeared several hundred years ago, I have come across evidence that some might still exist in the vast wilderness of their Jungle Mountains.

One day, I’m sure these next discoveries I’m about to mention will be of great interest to Naturalists and a variety of Scientists. In 2001, Australian Scientists found a previously unknown botanical species they called the “Wallamine Pine tree” (or something similar) in an isolated gorge of New South Wales, but that’s nothing compared to the isolated patch of jungle rainforest that can be found in Kwaio that has every different kind of jungle plants and trees (and most probably insects) definitely not found anywhere else in the Solomon Islands, and to our knowledge, anywhere else in the world. Not far away from this geographically isolated unique patch of rainforest, is a small lake that some of the Ramo civilisation built a perfectly fitting large stone block wall to support its Northeastern section. This freshwater lake, although a few days hard trekking from the East coast of Kwaio, is connected through an underground watertable or caesium making it tidal. Even though in the course of this unique lake’s far distance in the Jungle Mountains from the ocean, it goes up and down with the ocean tide. Because of its isolation throughout evolution, every different kind of strange looking fish and plants not found elsewhere in the world can be found within. Another interesting part about this strange place is that there is a Ramo (Giant) cave on the western edge which has a rare species of Hibiscus not found growing anywhere else in the Solomon’s, and most probably the world. Inside that ‘Ramo cave’ is something very important, but I’ll kept that to myself at this time. Expeditionary tip: Be careful of the snakes that are in that area.

Some more expeditionary advise for those interested in this particular part of Malaita. As I happen to be the first Whiteman to marry a woman from this tribal area, take my advice. The first Whiteman who thinks he can just trek into this area without first gaining the permission of the “Chief’s of Kwaio Fadunga”, and thinks that he would return safely is mistaken. Apart from once being renowned as the most ferocious headhunters of the Malaita, and culturally unique in the Solomon Islands through their compensatory customary ways, there is another reason for this of which I suppose I should explain.

The Paramount Chief of Kwaio, Chief Miner Adne, has a book compiled with a large list of names of his tribe’s people that he says were killed in 1927 from the genocide that the Australian Government perpetrated upon them for the death of “Mr. William R. Bell”, the then District Commissioner of Malaita. Without going into the details of his death, in retaliation, the Australian Government sent the “HMAS Adelaide” with a contingent of constabulary to “Singalanggu Harbour” of Kwaio and over a short period of time, in an attempt to systematically eradicate them, mass murdered, raped and poisoned, according to the bereaved Paramount Chief, a significant number of Men, Women and Children of their tribe. Overwhelming detailed evidence that this genocide occurred can be found in the book, “Lightning Meets The West Wind” written by “Professor Rodger Keesing,” seventeen years the head of Anthropology, Australian National University. To the Kwaio people, in their compensatory customary ways, because they have not received any compensation for this sad part of Solomon Island / Australian history, getting through this area, for some White people, would have its difficulties. Monetary gratuities would be an advantage though.

The Giants of the Solomon Islands have large Island entrapped populations in most of the bigger Islands of the Solomon’s, and have existed there for millennia. For those interested in pursuing this research further, it my sincere hope that the rest of the world becomes fully aware of the Solomon Giants and the long tumultuous history that the Solomon Islanders have endured at the expense of many lives. I have had a long time to consider the ethical impact that this discovery will bring upon mankind, and I can assure you that the monumental advantages gained by far outweigh all.

Our group in the Solomon Islands are seeking urgent financial assistance to continue this important work towards advancing humanity, and if there is anyone who can help us in this area, don’t hesitate in contacting us as soon as you can. We certainly need the help.

 

KNOWN UFO BASES OF THE SOLOMON ISLANDS

To my knowledge, this maybe the first time that somebody is telling the rest of the world about subterranean UFO Bases he has found. I suppose there is a first time for everything.

On the map further up this Website is a reference to the “Mount Dragon UFO Base” entrance. This is definitely a current UFO Base used by Aliens. The entrance to this subterranean Base is a waterfall-lake about 2,500 feet high on the western side of a 5-kilometre long valley, and is approximately 8-kilometres from the coast.

I spent several months living in a village called “Chapuru”, of Cape Esperance, which is north on the coast from the “Subterranean Terrestrial UFO Base” (ST’s new word), and in this area, the Alien activity from this Base is seen of regularly, meaning like nearly every night. During the time I lived at this village, I began to loose count of these UFO sightings at around 60 times, but I do remember estimating that it would be 100 by now. The reason why I eventually called this unnamed mountain UFO Base entrance “Mt. Dragon” is because the Guadalcanal people who live in this area call these flying ‘balls-of-light’ UFOs, “Dragon Snakes”.

To the people of Northwest Guadalcanal, as they have been observing these “Dragon Snakes” for well over a century, and most probably much longer, although they fear them because people have been killed, injured, or have gone missing due of them, they generally give them no more of a second thought unless in close proximity, as they can be found flying around in the area nearly every night. As an example of this accepted part of life, about a kilometre East from “Chapuru”, the village I once lived, the current Prime Minister of the Solomon Islands, Prime Minister “Sir Alan Kemakeza’s” main residence is found, and he has seen these UFOs many more times than I have. “Ezekiel Alebua”, a once Prime Minister, the previous Guadalcanal Premier, and Guadalcanal Minister again, also knows of the Waterfall Lake UFO Base entrance. You can ask anyone from Northwest Guadalcanal about their UFOs, and I mean anyone about them and they will tell you heaps, as they are seen of virtually every night and have been for well over a century. That is if the American led Australian Solomon Islands Government allows Tourism to continue in the Solomon Island’s and doesn’t place restricted no go zones everywhere.

As these sightings did not always become second nature to me, after some extensive investigation to find out where these UFOs go when they were not flying around, over a six-day period there and back, myself and another Guadalcanal friend made an arduous trip to this UFO Base, and from a hidden position in the nearby mountains above it, was when we first discovered that there was more than one “UFO/Dragon Snake” using this place as one of their residence in the Solomon Islands. This Alien Base is still there today. Apart from all the people of the area, the best person to confirm this Base and its position is “Ezekiel Alebua”. Also, may I say, the current Solomon Island’s Prime Minister, “Sir Allan Kemakeza”, who I know, being from Guadalcanal, knows all about the Giant race existing on his Island, but was unaware of the real reasons why the Australian Prime Minister after many years all of a sudden had a change of heart and started offering assistance with a military interdiction immediately after he got back from visiting the American President.

You cannot tell me that the Americans, British and Australians do not know of these UFO Bases, because I have overwhelming proof that they do. The current ‘Solomon Islands Interdiction’ by the American led Australian multinational Forces has been named; “Operation Helpem Friend”. No More! Hemi “Operation Containem, and Bringem Come Oil and Gas”. Incidentally, it was during my adventurous stay at this village that I first began to learn about the Giants of Guadalcanal also.

On the map above is shown the entrances of the UFO Base located in the Central East Coast of Malaita that I know of, and the location of the ‘Ramo mountain remanence’ mentioned. The question mark represents; “I know there is some kind of base in that location somewhere too”. Although one pin is missing near the left-hand arrow, I believe that cluster of pins are all entrances that make up one big UFO Base under the Island.

Contrary to popular belief, NASA, or whoever that mob was, first made contact with the Aliens at the subterranean UFO Base of Central East Malaita in 1961. No doubt this is one of the ways of how they began to gain what partial secret technology that they have today. Back then; during the height of the ‘Cold War’ in attempts to gain technological advantages, they blackmailed these particular Aliens. This all happened because when the great British Geologist “Mr. Gropher” was doing his few expeditions in the area in-between 1958-1960, he first saw these UFOs and then reported them back to England. In 1961, a Whiteman who claimed himself to be from NASA came to that part of the Island and asked assistance from my wife’s relatives to take him to the UFO subterranean Base entrances, which they did. Requesting privacy, they left him at the desert coast above the UFO Base. This self-claimed NASA guy (or whoever he was) was gone a week, during which somehow he made contact with these Aliens, until he arrived again, when he asked my wife’s relatives once again for further assistance to take him back from where he came. Most of the people of Kwaio and Kwara’ae know of this NASA guy happening.

In the map above, you will notice the right-hand red pushpin on the east coast with an arrow pointing at it. This is a 50-meter in diameter ‘bottomless circular reef’ in amongst the surrounding 10-meter deep coral reef and is few miles North of ‘Kwoi Island,’ (which is on the border of the Kwaio and Kwara’ae tribes) and South of Namo’ere’ere of Central East Malaita. “Singalanggu Harbour” is slightly further south. “Balls-of-light” UFOs can be seen going in-and-out of that bottomless circular reef virtually every night. My friends like fishing down this UFO hole during the daytime, because it saves them going out to the danger of the ocean, as lots of big fish like found in the ocean can be found down there. They have let down over hundred 200 meters of 100 lb line and it still hasn’t hit the bottom. I always think of this hole being made by a huge spaceship that hovered above it and shot a huge laser into the crust of the earth.

Maybe the Australian minesweeper currently in the Solomon’s could go over this UFO hole to determine for us all how deep it is, that is, if they don’t know already. I mean to say, the minesweeper really does belong to us “Australian” taxpayers, and because we are paying 300 million dollars a year to contain these momentous world scattering discoveries instead of putting it into the much in-need hospitals, dental, and education services, just to name a few, maybe they could do this and let us all what they found out.

The left-hand pushpin with the arrow, directly inland from that circular-reef hole UFO Base entrance, about 3-4 miles on the mainland of the Island is a lake of which when the boys are out fishing at night, the UFOs can be seen going in that lake and coming out the circular-reef, or vice-versa. Both entrances are definitely connected. I personally have only seen their activities at the lake in this area. A UFO coming out of this lake at dusk, incinerated my good friend’s Grandfather, and everyone in the area knows about it. These Aliens, for the want of another name, have installed fear in these people for generations, and many people have gone missing, and I think I know where they are. In the Kwaio and Kwara’ae area are three other entrances in their jungle mountains that I know of, where these ‘balls of light’ type UFO vehicles can be seen going in-and-out. It is my belief that all these entrances are not individual Bases, but are all connected making up one big one under the Island. I maybe wrong, but I also believe one of the many reasons why they there, is that, for reasons of their own, they have been mining a very rare type of gemstone under this highly mineralised Kimberlite base carrying rock volcanic Island of multitude type gemstones. The rare gemstones of the Alien’s interest that my wife’s relatives possess have a far higher specific gravity than that of diamonds, and a refractive index that when you put the stone in sunlight, you see your mirror image deep in the centre of the stone. Also, holding them to the sun, they are a very deep transparent silvery-blue. For their size, they are noticeably extremely heavy. I once had one of these “E.T. Stones” that was 32.4 caret, which had these characteristics. Ironically enough, the more customary people of this Island call these particular UFOs “Diamond Snakes”, and there are some old folklore stories supporting the Alien’s interest in these unique gemstones.

As there are many remanence of the “Ramo civilisation” to be found on top of the Island, and “the Aliens” underneath for what appears has been a very long time, there is every chance there is a connection between the two. And that goes for Guadalcanal also. I can only speculate about remote Choiseul, but that wouldn’t surprise me in the least, as I know that they also have quite a lot of Giants, and a lot of UFO traffic over that way too.

Nevertheless, if there ever were a place that one could call “UFO Headquarters”, it would have to be Central East Malaita. Mind you, these are only the ones I know of. Goodness knows what other UFO Bases are really in the rest of the Solomon Islands.

This map is slightly inaccurate in that “Affiou”, the main town, is located approximately where the ‘T’ is adjacent to the arrow indicating the Alien Base entrance.

The waterfall lake UFO Base of Small Malaita (South Malaita), where I have also witnessed their activities, is easy to find. Just ask the locals, but, heading north up the passage with Small Malaita on your right, about 3-kilometres from ‘Affiou,’ the main town, and about a kilometre up the jungle mountain is their Base entrance where they can be seen nearly every night going in and out of, and also brazenly and casually flying along the passage. I should know, apart from expeditions there when I would watch them doing this, my first Solomon wife ‘Miriam’ comes from that Island.

Like all three UFO Bases mentioned, this Base has quite a significant amount of active, as one would find out by going there, or just simply asking the locals, that’s if anyone ever bothers. Of interest about this Base entrance, is the very large clumps of white crystal formations that can be found growing on the stream’s edge further up before the waterfall, of which the lake below is where the “balls-of-light” UFOs frequently go in-and-out.

While talking about waterfall lakes and lake entrances and such, a common dominator I have found. These aliens in all three Bases I have mentioned have chosen waterfall-lakes or lakes as their Base entrances. Apart from the ones (that I know of) that are in the Mountains of Kwaio and Kwara’ae, they all have a connection with waterfalls and lakes. This may have been a coincidence when they choosing a place to build them, but somehow I doubt it. So, when one day those that may follow up on my research in this area are contemplating where else they might find other UFO Bases in the Solomon’s, consider this common dominator.

Psychologically, as over the centuries they have installed fear within the Solomon Islanders. As one of the reasons for this is, if perhaps they were to be discovered, these places would become reverently “Tambu”, which in some cases they are. Also, because of their jungle remoteness from village inhabitation, the concept of “out of sight-out of mind” applies.

In the June-July issue of NEXUS Magazine, Sri Ramon Jun Quitales II wrote a ‘Letter to the Editor’ about, “could anyone provide information of the UFO activity on his Island Makira”, which just happens to be an Island just below Malaita. Many Solomon Islanders have told me of, as they describe them, ‘flat string-ray type’ UFOs with big round lights underneath them that hum as they go along. They sometimes see them flying low over the jungle, and sometimes surfacing out of the sea near where they are fishing. They have landed near villages, and the (white or black) human people who get out of them, have strange grey uniforms, not seen of anywhere else in the world. You can make your own deduction’s there about where they’re from.

With the extraordinary amount of UFO traffic found in the Solomon Islands, it would be hard to imagine with our modern satellite tracking surveillance by a variety of countries around the world, that over the past few decades no one of the modern world has noticed their activities. I know for a fact that few satellites are above the Solomon’s. Maybe it would be a good idea to switch a couple of their cameras on and put it on the Internet so we too can all watch them getting around, instead of the selected secret few that do. I suppose because there are a couple of multi-million dollar American spy planes to patrol the Solomon Islands now, they might get lucky.

I do not have any evidence that these “sting-ray” or “triangular” shaped UFO vehicles go to the ST Bases mentioned above when they are not flying around, so I only can presume that they have their own nearby. And if that were the case, then it would be reasonable to think that it was to keep an eye on these “Balls-of-Light” UFOs and their occupants that have been making the Solomon Islands their home for a long time.

Where do I think these flat manmade “string-ray shaped” or “triangular type” undiscovered to the rest of the world unidentified flying objects go when they are not flying around? My educated guess is that these secretive people have built bases either in the side of remote mountains within the jungle, (the ‘?’ mark on the map) or within the waters of the sea. Furthermore, because of the frustration that the secretive ones within these Governments have had over the decades with the ST’s not sharing the majority of their technology (for good reasons) with them, and because of worldwide ethical consequences of stopping millennia of religious wars, and the huge advantages to further humanity if the rest of the world were to know the truth of the Giants and Alien’s existence within the Solomon Islands for the past millennia, it would be logical that their own secret bases are nearby.

I hope the information within this Website has been helpful to those that are interested in these sorts of things. What you do with it now is up to you.

There is a lot more behind “The Place That Time Forgot” than what first meets the eyes, and there is much that I have not mentioned. It is all too much for just one person to pursue, and I sincerely hope many researchers follow up on these key discoveries.

For those who are interested in joining forces and helping further this most important research by firstly supporting us with the necessary financial assistance, and whatever else you can, please make contact by either the “send email” option below, or solomongiants@optusnet.com.au, mapsun@bigpond.com.au, or by contacting “Duncan Roads” of Nexus Magazine editor@nexusmagazine.com.

This Website will be periodically updated from time-to-time with further developments, and please revisit in the near future to obtain a copy of “The Giants Of The Solomon Islands”” book soon to be released.

Inevitably, the full knowledge and potential of these discoveries being shared with the rest of the world will one day advance the betterment of Mankind well into the future.

Posted by: nativeiowan | June 22, 2009

press release week of 22 june

Mr. Fono’s Remarks in relation to the general unemployment situation, particularly that of our urban youth, are pointed, timely and important.

The Solomon Islands Chamber of Commerce and Industries wishes to thank the Honorable Deputy Prime Minister for bravely raising this topic.

I’d like to delve into the situation and circumstances around this topic in an effort to determine where we have been and then decide where we actually want to go…

Fact 1) The Solomons has a dangerously high birth rate. Trends show us that the country’s population basically doubled between 1980 and 2000. The total population (round numbers) went from 250,000 citizens in 1980 to 500,000 citizens in 2000.

Fact 2) If we saw the population double in 20 years we can safely state that half the population of the Nation is 20 years of age, or younger.

Fact 3) Roughly 80% of the Nation’s citizens are ‘subsistence farmers” with 20% of the population being gainfully employed in the formal sector.

The issue as raised by Mr. Fono discusses the specific unemployment of the Youth of the Nation. And, reading between the lines, I am assuming the discussion was referring mainly to the Urbanized Youth of the Nation. Yet, as I am certain Mr. Fono would agree, the problem of having a huge cross section of our population unoccupied from a productive/ work/ employment point of view is, quite simply, very dangerous.

The topic we discuss is basically a socio-economic problem that sees the Urbanized Youth to be in a higher risk category than the Rural Youth. Both are at risk. Both are important. And we must make plans to address the wants and needs of both groups.

The SICCI has called on the Leaders of the Day to do more about the Youth of this Nation, which, sadly, is a resource, we have neglected for far too long.

Allow me to offer four excerpts from previous press releases we have made:

1) “Remember the future of the Solomons is in the custodial care of the elder generation. The elders hold the future in TRUST for the next generation.  The proverbial harvest is not for the elder generation to treat as their own, to sell, give away or otherwise consume. This generation, the generation I am a member of, has an obligation to our future generations. We must nurture and guard that which we know is valuable. We cannot use everything we see for our own purposes. We cannot pretend we are the owners of the future. We are all getting old. We know we must hand over the future to the next generation, sometime… perhaps soon? The challenge here is to be wise custodians and acknowledge that there will be others coming behind us. Our actions are often dictated by shortsighted viewpoints. I challenge all our leaders, all our members of the “leading generation” to rethink your processes and make new plans based on the concept of guardianship rather than ownership.”

Is part of the problem we currently face due to the fact that the current generation of leaders have taken too much and given too little to the “next generation”?  Proper programs and strategies need to be implemented in order to bring the youth into partnership with our modern community. More than not the youth are currently disenfranchised, or worse, ignored. Public lands that have traditionally been areas where youth can meet, play sports, etc have most all been “given” away for “development”. So we get a new shopping centre but lose a playing field. We get a new hotel but lose a large beachfront area. What are we telling our youth, our children when we sell the land they play on? Obviously we are saying the commercial development is more important than the youth that use the land. A very sad statement indeed.

2) “Parents, Grannies, Aunts and Uncles, Brothers and Sisters… please, act as friendly policemen in your families, your tribes and social networks…  I stress “friendly”. I feel that positive reinforcement will work better than violent discipline. Young Citizens… use your peer pressure to ensure you and your friends make the right decisions. It does not make sense to go around damaging property. All in all we share the same environment. We all travel in the same small canoe. Everyone has a role to play. Everyone is important. And it will be cooperation that leads to success. Our families, tribes, communities and Nation all depend on honest cooperation and fair interaction. It is a modern world we live in. And as such we all need to play our role, do our jobs, participate and cooperate. I challenge everyone to be a friendly policeman in your environment. Consider what is best for the community and act accordingly. The big headed, selfish and malicious attitudes that currently exist must stop. Now.”

Have we lost the old style respect that exemplified the Solomons in generations past? Has our society changed and grown so quickly that we no longer  raise our children, the Youth of the Nation, with proper morals and attitudes? We talk much of the won-tok system and the extended family. Both the won-tok system and the extended family are venues where we must strive to be good parents, leaders, and teachers. We must accept responsibility, good or bad, for the actions and attitudes of our own children. We, the parents and teachers of the Youth of the Nation, are responsible for their future. We are responsible to teach and guide them well. We are responsible for setting positive examples. Without good leaders and teachers the future will look very grim.

3) “Lets make some overtures to the youth of the nation… Involve them in dialogue and even appoint them to boards and committees. Bare minimum give them something to feel proud about… Time is running our on an entire generation that was left un-tended for the past 20 years… Empower them by involving them.”

I fear that the current generation of elders and leaders is moving too slow when it comes to sharing power. We must bring the Youth of the Nation into our offices, chambers, and boardrooms. The longer we neglect them the harder we will need to work, in the future, to solve the problems we knowingly created. If we do not “Engage and Empower” our own children, who will?

4) “Develop the most important resource that we as a Nation own…  Develop our manpower. And once developed, retain it. We consistently chase educated Solomon Islanders oversees because we won’t pay them a  fair wage, offer them a secure future “or even at times recognize them as a Solomon National.

The issue of the future of our Nation is a topic we all have a right and a duty to discuss, think about, contribute toward and prepare to be able to assist and change, when the time comes to accept new ideas and modalities. We must change our attitudes. We must value both our citizenry. After all, it is the people of this nation that is our future; not foreign investors, businessmen, or industry. The people must always come first.

All of us Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles; all of us love our children. All of us wish nothing but success and well being for our children’s future. And, as conscientious Parents, Leaders, Teachers, we must plan and work toward a successful future for our children, for the next generation.

This is not simply a political matter. It is not just a private sector matter. It is not just a family or tribe or won-tok matter. It is a National matter. An important National Issue that we must address quickly.

In Ending: The SICCI has assisted a number of urban communities to establish and implement a variety of Youth Programs. Any Community, Church or Youth Leaders that have ideas or interest can contact Mr. Paul Amao, SICCI Secretary General, for more information on the programs SICCI is involved in.

Posted by: nativeiowan | June 19, 2009

friday 19 june 09

It’s the end of the week. Where did it go? 

Hell, it’s almost the end of June. Where did half of the year go?

The doldrums sit heavy on the islands. The sky and the sea share the same pigmentations… pale blue with lots of glare. The shimmering, pale blue water blends seamlessly with the horizon. The pale blue sky is generously dotted with a combination of cumulous and nimbus clouds. None of the clouds look heavy. There will be no rain today. 

The sun shines bright but not too bright. The wind touches the leaves in the trees across the road from me. It will be a moderate if not uneventful day as far as the weather goes.

The Friday traffic is yet to commence, in earnest. By the end of the day it will be gridlock from town-ground to the bridge over the Metaniko River.

The incongruities of these islands forever amaze me…  We have a man in a hand made dugout canoe…

IMG_0334

All alone in the ocean in such a small carft…

IMG_0337

My question would be what’s he catching right there… right in the middle of the track the big ships take to their berth?

I wish I had his job. 

Life is a curious business. Like the old story about the aid worker who met the young man fishing on the beach… The aid worker told the young man he should come join a course about starting a business. the young guy asked “What good that would do for me?”. The Aid guy said that if he started a business he’d be able to be his own master, work for no man and make heaps of money. “What then?” the young guy asked. The aid worker replied “You can hire lots of people, increase your business and make more money”. “And after that?” queried the young guy. “Well” said the aid worker “once you’ve worked for years and made a load of money you gte to retire, then you can do what ever you wanted, why you could do nothing but fish all day.”

I sit in my office, run my business and watch longingly as a bloke in a hand made canoe fishes in a busy harbor.

Life is a curious business.

Posted by: nativeiowan | June 18, 2009

fresh off the press 06/09

The Solomon Islands Chamber of Commerce and Industry (SICCI) wishes to pass its warm welcome and professional congratulations to the newly appointed Governor General, Mr. Frank Kabui. We welcome Mr. Kabui to the position of G.G. and look forward to working closely with him.

There is much that such an important position as Governor General can do to effect positive change. I note that the outgoing G.G. has raised the discussion of growth and development gained through what appears to be a dependency on foreign aid. The outgoing G.G. is right to query where the decades of aid dependency has taken us as a Nation.

We in the SICCI applaud such a question. The SICCI is the voice of the Private Sector in Solomon Islands. With over 140 members from small, medium and large business houses the SICCI represents the private sector when interfacing and dealing with Government. The current CINURA Government led by Dr. Sikua has been open and responsive to SICCI overtures.

The SICCI recently gave a presentation to Caucus. Our presentation discussed the need to review and update the labor laws applied in the Solomons. These laws are outdated if not antiquated. For the benefit of the economy, the employee and the business houses these laws must be brought into the 21st century.  The presentation also discussed the need to review the current Tax Regimes we live under. We are living with taxes upon taxes. We are living in an environment where less than 50% of all businesses are actually registered. In such a situation we find that the Tax Base is too small to cater to the general needs of Government thus the businesses that are fully compliant with the system pay the bulk of the taxes. This is not good for any of us. Another issue the Chamber is managing deals with the Cost of Doing Business in Solomon Islands. We hear much discussion about “welcoming investment in the Solomons”. But allow me to ask: What business is going to invest in a country where the power is off regularly, very regularly? Or where water may or may not be flowing to your home of office. Or where land is difficult to find and almost impossible to develop due to conflicts, disputes and continuous hassles? Where riots, social unrest and even military coups are not unheard of?

We need to realize that the Solomon’s is not a place that is currently attractive to investors. The Cost Of Doing Business is simply too high. The taxes are onerous to the point of being debilitating. Labor laws and rules make running a business difficult and costly. The social issues are simply too “dangerous” for foreigners to accept.

We know that the Solomon’s is a magnificent place. It is not that the Solomon’s is an unattractive place to invest. No. Rather, the situation is one where the infrastructure, the public services and the basic systems, including the social systems we live under all needs to be rebuilt. All needs to be updated and modernized. Failing this we have a situation where there is lots of potential but little effort to realize the potential simply due to the fact that we are not yet ready to host such developments.

There is much we need before we will be ready. We will need roads that allow a business to operate efficiently, Wharves that add to businesses productivity, airstrips and airlines that are open and dependable, power that is dependable and affordable, water that allows a modem society to be clean and healthy, a society that shares a nationalistic mind-set and, perhaps most importantly, we need wise leadership.

Mr. Kabui , the SICCI welcomes you and thanks you for your time, professional experience and Wisdom.

Posted by: nativeiowan | June 15, 2009

Like the boy scout…

being prepared is important… this was written for a review of relief services AFTER the 2007 earthquake and tsunami in the West and Choisuel Provinces…

Preparedness in a Modern Society

Protocol: Ministers, PS, Directors, Ladies and Gentlemen…

I thank you for the opportunity to speak to this important gathering. As Vice-Chairman of the SICCI I am honoured and very happy to stand before you today. The involvement of the Private Sector in this “Lessons Learned” workshop is, I firmly feel, both timely and important.

I have decided to restrict my thoughts and comments here to the general heading of “Preparedness in a Modern Society”. To begin my discussion I wish to establish a few general guidelines from which I will direct my discussion. These guidelines are:

1) We, the Solomon Islands, are a modern society

2) Having recently experienced a natural disaster involving both a major earth quake (reported as the 4th largest the world has seen in recent history) and a resulting Tsunami, we have first hand experience what it means to be less than prepared

3) As an island Nation with major population groups widely dispersed and a “Tyranny of Distances” controlling many decisions it is difficult to effect timely and adequate response, equitably, to all areas within our country

Covering point #1:  A modern society may be classified as one that interacts with and involves its members (it’s citizens) in discussion, dialogue, forward planning and decision-making. A modern society looks at and addresses problems from a societal point of view. We do not simply care for those living in the cities or those who are closest or those whom we personally know. A modern society shares decision-making processes with its members. Everyone has a say, everyone has a responsibly and everyone is important in times of need.

The citizens of Solomon Islands have the privilege to elect their representatives to both the National And Provincial levels of Government. These elected “members” represent the needs and wants of their constituency at their respective levels of government.

Such needs and wants may include issues such as education, health care infrastructure development and, in times of dire need, disaster relief. The point here is that planning and forward progress is a societal issue. The people, through their elected representatives, directly influence the course of events in relation to modern societal planning.

Such social involvement or influence contains both a “Top-Down” and a “Bottom-Up” attitude. Top-Down being represented by the projects and activities that are initiated by the central levels of government and the Bottom-Up being represented by the initiatives and activities initiated by the communal levels of societal interaction.

The Solomons has a strong history of Bottom-Up organization and problem solving. I think it is fair to say that traditionally the Solomons addressed its communal wants and needs from a Bottom-Up approach. In times past when disasters affected our various societies a  ”self-help” or Bottom-up attitude made recovery appear much easier or simpler than we are experiencing today.

It is though important to note that our society is changing constantly. Larger population concentrations, urbanization, dependency on imported goods; etc. takes us away from the “time blo before” and brings us to a new experience with new challenges as well as new opportunities. Perhaps the Self-Help or Bottom-up approach does not always work. Perhaps, as we have just experienced, the Top-Down approach is required to successfully meet society’s requirements in times of trouble. Perhaps there are times when a combination of both approaches are required?

Moving onto point #2: The disaster, which hit the people of the Western and Choiseul Provinces on April 2nd, affected a new, and changed society. Never in our Nation’s history have we seen such large concentrations of population hit by a single catastrophe. This was not an isolated occurrence where a single island or island group was affected. This was a disaster that affected no less that 30,000 people situated on no less than seven major island groups separated by hundreds of miles of water.

We are talking about a modern urban centre, Gizo being effectively “turned off”. We saw thriving communities on Simbo, Rannonga, Gizo Island and Choiseul literally wiped off the face of our earth. We saw both urban and rural dwellers forced to communally address problems which, in the long term, they had no hope of satisfying

We have no modern experience to prepare us for destruction on such a large scale. The distances and the sheer numbers were and still are overwhelming.

Even the cyclone of 1986 brought us less trauma. It did affect vast areas of Guadalcanal, Malaita Makira and the Eastern Islands. There was huge damage and many homeless as a result of the Cyclone. Yet the scale of destruction experienced in April overshadows our 1986 experience.

In a Positive Vein: This new experience offers us a foundation from which to learn and plan for the future. It is, in it’s own way, a good lesson from which to learn. We do mourn the loss of life. We do acknowledge the damage to personal and communal property and infrastructure. As we do acknowledge the need, the necessity for us to learn from this experience and to ensure better planning and response in preparation for, the good lord forbid, our next natural disaster.

I stress this point; we can be allowed a small degree of forgivness for any inadequacies and failings experienced this time. This has been an important yet sad learning experience.  But it would be shameful to allow too much leeway in the future. Let us not repeat the same mistakes twice.

Moving on to Pont #3: The “Tyranny of Distances” we live within our Island Nation makes it essential that we do not, ever again, “take too long” to respond to our community members in their time of need. We must be poised and prepared to respond quickly and efficiently to all future disasters. A combination of Bottom-Up and Top-Down management may be of use to us here. Decentralizing the disaster response controls may pay off in the future (especially if Honiara is hit and the Disaster Response center is non-functioning). Provincial warehousing may be an answer. I see a need for “Community Disaster Management Committees” to be established in all communities throughout the Nation. We can never prepare to soon nor plan too much.

I stress here the need for communications in a time of Disaster. With the distances involved here we must have timely and effective communications in order to quickly inform and be informed and to effect preliminary assessments in an efficient and timely manner. I feel quite positive about the way communications were handled during the April disaster. Solomon Telekom did a great job keeping their stricken exchange in Gizo functioning. Many SW radios in effected areas continued to pass and receive news throughout the times of trouble. I will though mention that I feel SIBC should address the issue of their Gizo station going down. The transmission from Gizo being interrupted left a huge gab in information dissemination.

I also stress a need for forward planning and perhaps some regulation of the use of commercial/ private equipment and vessels in times of disaster. I feel it is important that the central authorities ensure that those who offer assistance are guaranteed compensation for their expense and assistance. Yet to go overboard and to pay foolishly exorbitant amounts, simply due to it being an emergency, makes us all look bad.

Profiteering cannot be allowed in times of trouble. As a businessman poised to help in any and all times of need I call on the respective authorities to implement rules that ensure required services and equipment can be quickly sourced, that such is not done to the detriment of those suffering and needing help, nor to the detriment to those offering to help.

Also: I feel it is important that all monies expended be properly accounted for. The SICCI represents the “Private Sector”. We all thank the private sector for their generous assistance in all times of trouble. Yet, as businessmen and women, we cannot tolerate waste or abuse.  As a businessman I do not wish to give donations, destined for Choiseul or Vela la Vela, only find my assistance did nothing more than inflate the cost of vessel or vehicle hire. If I donate money I need to see that it is used both wisely and effectively.

It is immoral, unethical and should be illegal, for donations destined for helping others in a time of need, to be diverted, converted or otherwise mismanaged.

Lastly: I thank everyone for his or her patient listening to my discussion. I hope it is of some benefit. Some assistance to this gathering. I also offer this gathering the full cooperation and support of the Chamber of Commerce. The Private Sector has many resources… not just cash donations… but expertise, experience, enthusiasm and ideas. We would welcome more direct dialogue with the NDC and other Authorities in relation to Disaster Relief, general preparedness, Risk Assessment and Mitigation.

The SICCI remains, ladies and gentlemen, at your service…

Posted by: nativeiowan | June 7, 2009

wanna go fer a helicopter ride

Business trips are not always a pain. Got to go for a day-long ‘copter ride over the Western Province last week. Flew from Honiara to the Morovo Lagoon. Got to fly over and take snaps of our fishing camp on Rovana Island. Then we flew over Noro for a look-see. Then onto Liapari to check in on Noel and Rosie. Had lunch at Gizo, refueled at Munda then ran down hill, home, to Honiara. 

goggle map 1

It was a poor day for photography but it was great to spend a day flying. It is not all pure fun though. The hour-twenty from Honiara to the Morovo is mostly boring over-water travel. It’s pretty noisy and the earphones hurt so you zone out, read your book, try to ignore your aching backside. (the seats are not very comfortable.) But it’s worth it to fly into the Morovo and see islands and reefs as far as your vision allows.

Looking towards New Georgia, as we entered the Morovo Lagoon.

hazy day

The day was hot and sunny. The haze of humidity was palatable. It was warm and sunny inside the ‘copter. The breaks we took on ground were all welcome but getting in and taking off again was and is always easy. The “bird’s eye” view is always great. 

The fishing camp on Rovana.

IMG_0240Over the tuna cannery in Noro.

Noro

On the ground at Munda.

refueling at Munda

Flying out from Munda. Rendova is not very clear.

Vona Vona lagoon

lift off from Gizo.

lift off, Gizo

Kennedy Island.

Kennedy Island

The day eventually cleared up, a little bit.

Marovo Lagoon

Noel and Rosie at Liapari.

Noel and Rosie, Liapari

Young Liapari Ladies.

Liapari ladies

Over the Roviana Lagoon.

more islands

Honiara.

Honiara

Back seat flying.

back seat flying

Posted by: nativeiowan | June 1, 2009

Waves

These are not my pictures but I thought they’d be good to share… raw power and majesty… Mother Nature does it again…

ATT00005

ATT00004

ATT00003

ATT00002

ATT00001

ATT00000

ATT00009

ATT00008

ATT00007

ATT00006

Amazing, eh?

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 29, 2009

Old Things

The Solomon Islands has an indigenous population with a 25,000-year-old history. Tribal wars raged well into the 1900s. Cannibalism was practiced within living memory. The people here are of ancient bloodlines. The stone-age existence of these islands was changed or penetrated by WWII. Less than 70 years ago.

old things

These are picts of artifacts that were made by stone-aged people for ritualistic purposes. Carved from petrified clamshell with stone-age tools… quite a feat. I have cut petrified clamshell with diamond saws… it is an incredibly hard substance. How they would have worked to cut these pieces! I also like the fact that a lifetime of attention was required to make anything large or ornate.

Old things… very cool…

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 24, 2009

golden scenery

the islands offer a simplicity not found else where…

a fisherman at the end of the day, Morovo Lagoon

_DSC5398

family returning home from a day’s work in the garden_DSC5391

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 19, 2009

while grandma played piano

While Grandma played piano. Sitting still was difficult. Sitting still was impossible. Others would sing or clap their hands. Most would sway back and forth. In time with the music. I was young. Too young to sit still. Too young to know the words. Too distracted to know what to do. While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. Her fingers dancing over the keys. Gershwin. The Broadway plays. Church songs. Nationalistic anthems. All sounded nice under Grandma’s control. Her pounding out that particular Souza number. Made you want to march around. Or the plaintive tones that become dominant in “We Three Men”.  Coming to life. While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. She read from large pages. Impossible to decipher.  Stored reverently in the piano’s seat. Put away after each use.  You knew they were powerful pages. They held the music’s life in them. In strange, ant like writings.  They were a mystery. A mystery that became a relaity. While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. Mysteries were revealed or proposed. What were the pedals for? Where did the cover for the keys go, when folded up? Why white and black keys? Why did the door, above the keyboard, make so much noise when opened up? Why did everyone smile so much? While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. Only one pedal was ever used. The other two were ignored. Perhaps shunned? She’d hook one heel on the bench and pump away with her other foot. But she only ever touched the one pedal. Were the others unnecessary? Perhaps too dangerous. There were too many mysteries. While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. I’d stare at her photos. It was an old “up-right”. Magnificently carved. Finely polished. Stout and domineering. A presence in the room. A lifetime of love. Arranged on top. Framed awards. Numerous pictures. Heavy, gilt frames. German beer stein with a plastic flower. All jiggling and dancing. While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. Grandpa would feign disinterest. He’d sit in his chair. Turn the TV up too loud.  He did not like crowds. Attention. As the others smiled and swayed. Enthralled by the melodies. Grandpa would feign disinterest. But, every time, his foot would happily be tapping a silent tattoo. While Grandma played piano.

While Grandma played piano. I said my goodbyes. She in her hospital bed. I with my ticket to fly. We talked for hours. Of the past and the future. Of the mysteries of life. Hers so long. Mine so short. We laughed. We cried. Then I said goodbye and walked away. While Grandma played piano.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 18, 2009

Discussion with Prime Minister

Meeting with Hon. D. Sikua, Prime Minister

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Lets Agree:

Economy worldwide is in a mess.

S.I. has little influence in the world thus we ride the wave to see where we go.

Smart forward planning is required in all things, AND, to plan now for the economic future of S.I. is much needed, behind schedule and moving slow.

The Private Sector are the professionals in business… the Public Sector is the regulator and referee, the CBSI is the “accountant” that watches and supposedly advises all involved… this is not happening now… we are all in contention with each thinking the other does not know what it is doing.

The cost of doing business is very high in S.I.: note that all businesses need

Standby power

A security force or service

4×4 vehicles to simply drive in the city

This is not “how to” develop the Private Sector… ALSO…

SIG “gives” money away to develop businesses… this cannot work

The gratuitous sale or gifting of Public Property must end

We need to stop making it harder to do business here. All our new initiatives are good (the Business Act?) but they are not going to make business attractive to outsiders with valuable/ hard earned cash to invest. We should be looking at honest ways to entice business development… not attack (tall poppy syndrome) successful businesses and drive them out of the country.

We require fairness, integrity and forward planning… all of which are lacking, to one degree or another, at this time.

If the Private Sector cannot gain productive access to the Government of the day they by default end up in opposition to the Government.

Basic Concerns/ Discussion Points:

The downturn of the economy and how Private and Public Sector can work together and bring current situation into a manageable and even profitable/ controllable scenario.

Mistakes already made… too much World Bank advise… ?

General population and societal controls very poor… this is a major factor as to why the cost of doing business is so high.

What money Public Sector has should be spent wisely, not wasted (poor tendering process, money given away as development, etc)

At some point the political demands must take second fiddle to the public demands.

Labor Laws need to be reviewed and reformed. It’s not that hard. Most of the work has been done by SICCI and ILO. The aim is a fair and positive set of laws that will last us a long time. What do we need now?

Take 5 acts and turn into 1

Ensure/ plan to educate our workforce in the proper manner… now it is hard to hire accountants or engineers but we have heaps of lawyers.

Often a free market in the labor place is more productive than a restricted market. Less regulation will gain more in the long run.

Allow educated Solomon Islanders to make a life in the country… many, many of our educated elite have been more or less forced to move off shore to meet the needs of their families.

Welcome our educated wontoks back into the country to contribute… Let’s get dual citizenship sorted for the children of mixed nationalities; they can easily assist us and want to come “home” but when they do they are treated worse than foreigners.

Corruption is killing the country… corrupt Private Sector participants seek, meet, and even teach willing Public Sector officers the art of corruption. Currently corruption is endemic (a part of our culture) and must be conditioned out of the modern psyche.

Private businesses running without proper registration or paying proper taxes

General importation of goods without paying full fees/ taxes

Public Officers refusing to act without “extra” pay

RCDF… use as a tool to effect needed repairs/ development not a slush fund to keep leaky, political vessels afloat. Standardize?

Up to date with all reporting… release the numbers from Public Treasury before they are asked for… Are we still years behind?

Taxation… Private Sector is willing to pay hefty but sensible taxes AND/ BUT we must see value for money… let’s agree that Private Sector is the “engine” for National Development. Private Sector supposedly funds Public Sector through taxes… how well is our investment being managed?

Current GST very probably illegal… can we address this without a battle… it is wrong and must be reviewed.

Taxing education is INSANE… we all agree we need more education and more educated citizens, tell the Nation they will get “FREE EDUCATION” but tax companies trying to assist their employees and their families… makes no sense at all.

Use the Tax Base that we have… use it Fairly and Honestly… a number of businesses (some owned by senior politicians) simply run like village trade stores… this is not fair and is not acceptable.

Following from taxation and proper care of Public Funds… Service Deliveries from government (both Provincial and Central) to the Private Sector/ these services are a joke right now. Consider: roads and infrastructure, garbage collection/ sanitation, transport and linkages (Solair, etc), Land tenure/ Security and the function of our lands office, general licensing, certification and general societal controls (drivers licenses, auto licensing, etc)… there is a source of SIG income here being poorly managed, and worse, exploited.

Public safety and security… without intervention we would be living in a madhouse…

Meeting in July: work together to make a presentation/ impression… we need help to build our Private Sector.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 18, 2009

Weekend Boating in the Isles

Went boating on Sunday. The weather was great. Seas were very friendly. Did a couple hours of site-seeing between Guadalcanal, The Florida Islands, Savo and back to Honiara. Could not have asked for bluer skies and calmer seas…
IMG_0113

If you like sea and islands you would have loved the day...IMG_0131

Sho Sho sure enjoyed the ride…IMG_0111and she made the boat look real good…

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 14, 2009

People First Network

Added a new link… The People First Network.

This is a very cool network that integrates a number of very remote HF based computer links established throughout the provinces of the Solomons. I highly recommend a look and, if you wish to keep your finger on the pulse of discussion, politics, etc… this will help.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 14, 2009

from my window

An overcast day… traffic is slow. Very little happening… the sea is mill-pond calm. All we got to offer today:

ships on the horizon

IMG_0097

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 13, 2009

from my window

This was too good to resist… two storm systems meeting head on. Have been watching them as they moved toward their head-on collision. I’m still watching and the small “window” between the two storms is almost squeezed out of view. The storm is near/ over the Florida Islands, about 10 miles from Honiara…

IMG_0091

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 13, 2009

from my window

busy bus stop

IMG_0084

 

Taking the easy way home…IMG_0089

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 11, 2009

from my window

on the horizon: an overcast day but the horizon is clear..

IMG_0083

 

At the bus stop… classy little girl wiats patiently…

IMG_0080

May 11 3pm

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 10, 2009

killer sun set

stchd ss2

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 10, 2009

Saturday at Work

January 18, 2003…

I’m such a nice guy… I don’t make the crew start work until 9:30 on Saturdays. Lots of work to do. But, hell, it’s Saturday.

I slept in. by 7:30am the sun was so bright you had to get out of bed. I had woke up at 4:30 am, 5:30 am, 6:30 am and each time, merrily remembered I got to sleep in, rolled over and continued my mundane dreaming.

The kids were late. Only Paul and Natasha (the only two who spent last night in my house) made it to breakfast. We were pretty much on time. Spent the morning cleaning up old drums, repainting them, etc. I ran around, hassled with the electric authority and answered emails and faxes.

I leave on Monday for 10 days. Now that we own the depot I don’t like being away. It’s easier right now in that we are way low of fuel. Will be completely out next week. Have heaps of work to do and could use a couple weeks of no fuel for maintenance.

One big project we are just finishing is setting the navigation aids in the harbor. Over the years the nav-aids have fallen down, been vandalized or simply stolen. We have messed around a lot with this issue this year. If the nav-aids are not right the tanker cannot come into the harbor. If the tanker doesn’t come in we don’t get fuel. The gov’t is mismanaged and claims no money for the repair of such things. Thus I have spent time and money this year working on it all.

The last beacon is ready to go in. I fabricated it on the wharf. It is 3 old oil drums loaded with Steel and concrete. I took an 8-inch PVC pipe and used it as the first 12 feet of the “post”. We tied it to the base with steel rods and concreted it into the base. We then man-handled the empty post and the heavy concrete base (it has to weight 4 to 500 kgs) to the wharf where we dumped it in 10 feet of water. Terry and his crew then inserted a 1″ pipe 24 feet long into a PCV pipe 3 inches in diameter and filled the 3″ pipe with concrete. This pipe went into t he 8″ pipe and was subsequently concreted in. So we have a big, heavy base. 12 feet of 8″ pipe and 12 feel of 3″ pipe with a red beacon on the top and a steep pipe in the middle. I figure it should do the trick and last quite a while.

So all of this is in the ocean off my wharf. I figured I could make “lift bags” out of drums, tie the drums to the base and float the entire shebang then tow it to the place where it has to go. I have done under water lifting before. It is not that hard.

I’m in the water. Tying ropes, getting drums set. One drum leaks bad. I discard it. I get another drum set perfectly. It is under water but has enough positive buoyancy to be in place. The ropes are balanced and tight.

The drum is 6 to 8 feet under water. All I have to do is get another 3 or 4 drums set and the whole show will be able to be floated off the bottom.

I sink a couple more drums. My helpers don’t have a clear idea of what I am doing so they do not realize I do not want the drums to sink and lay down on the bottom. I want to partially sink them. Keep some buoyancy so they float just above the base I want to lift.

Two drums are floating above me. I have their ropes in my hand. I grab the hook we made to tie the ropes to and pull the drums down. The boys did not close the bung lid on the drum. The air is venting out and losing its buoyancy. I stick my head under the drum and exhale so my air will flow into the holes in the bottom of the drum. I have the ropes in one hand the base in the other. My ears are under pressure but I can’t “clear”. My hands are both busy. I have the buoyancy of the drums equalized. I have to tie them to the base then go up and tighten the bung.

My ear pops. Needles of pain shoot through my neck and I feel water rush down the side of my neck. It is a terrible feeling. A wrong feeling. I just blew an eardrum.

At the same time the drums lose buoyancy and drop to the bottom. My right leg cramps and I am pretty unhappy with myself.

I surface and the boys don’t have a clue what is wrong. I am probably unfair to them but as “tenders” on a project they should be paying attention. Not the case.

So we end the day without having completed our projects. With a blown eardrum (I have done this once before and it does heal) I can’t dive for a while. I’ll have to get someone else to do the lift for me.

Life could be worse. I head out of here soon. My ear will mend. We will get the lift completed. It was one of those sad / ego trips. I wanted to show my guys how to do it and “show off” a bit in doing so. Just goes to show that activities surrounded by ego inspired intentions usually end in a fucked up finale’.

Posted by: nativeiowan | May 8, 2009

grandma’s garden

The day is sunny and warm. A soft sunlight filters through the oak tree in the back yard. A ginger cat lazes drowsily in the shade. An old plank picnic table leans precariously on the glistening lawn. Near by a shining metal barbecue pit gleams. Machined, silver legs. Bright red tray.

A garden takes up the majority of the small yard.

The dew of the early morning fog sits lightly on rows of regimented plants. The straight and stately tomato vines. Held erect with slim sticks. Beads of dew glistening like jewels in the sun.

The slight foreign looking eggplants. The youthful sweet corn stalks. The quietly exotic pepper plants. Lined and disciplined in the 20 foot by 20 foot patch. The tilled black loam in contrast to the brilliant green lawn.

Floating like a snared balloon, bright pink and slightly jiggling, Grandma’s rear-end catches the eye. Between the eggplant and the tomatoes. From a distance it looks quite unusual.

The stretch nylon of her “work shorts” blaze brighter (and bigger) than the day is shining and soft. She rises, sighs. Wiping her hands on her hips she takes a step to her left and bends again. She is weeding. Removing uninvited invaders from the carefully tended plot.

Grandpa, stands at the edge of the garden, leaning on a hoe. He appears to be surveying his empire. Smile of silent satisfaction rests on his weathered face. He pauses in his daydream to reach inside the front of his worn “Osh Kosk” bibbed overalls. He scratches his groin. His look of silent satisfaction widens as he scratches.

“Damn-it Grandpa.” The old man starts, looks stunned. His hand still down the front of his overalls. “I told you ta put shorts on under your work clothes. Everyone in town can watch you scratching yer self. Wish yu’d put yer damn shorts on before yu’d come out. Walking around half naked. Ain’t decent I say”.

Grandma has stood up. Both wrists propped on her hips, her fingers dirty from weeding. She has the “evil eye” fastened on the old man. She’s glaring at him.

“Gawdamnit woman. I told you wuz too damn hot to sweat through all that cotton. Man’s gotta have a bitta air, ya know.”

“I don’ care.” She says. “Gawd and everyone stand’n here lookin at you diddlin’ yer self. Ain’t decent I say.”

Grandma bends to continue her chore. A sly smile crosses the old man’s face.

“I’ll tell what ain’t decent.” He says. “ Look at you. Yer ass s’ big as that barbecue.  Ain’t decent ya say. Hell woman. I’ll tell what s’ not decent.”

The old woman’s agile movement belies her age. She is up and covers the three or fours steps between them like a pro athlete.

Face to face they stand. You call tell Grandma is not happy.

“What do you mean? What are you saying?” she near spits on the old guy.

“Like I said. Plain and simple. Me, I’m dressed proper. Don’ need no shorts. But you, hell woman, yer ass ‘s bigger than that barbeque over there. And them bright pink pants. Hell, woman, they look like theys been spray painted on.”

“Ain’t so. Ain’t So! Take in back. Now. You’re juz being mean. Cause I caught ya fingering yerself n’ all. Yer juz being mean.”

The old man smiles and shakes his head. He can tell the old woman is mad. “I’ll betcha that the barbecue over there is smaller than your ass. If I’m wrong I’ll wear shorts everyday, swear to gawd. I’m right, I’m right. Sounds like a fair bet to me.”

“Sometimes I do declare! How I spent all these years with you? Yer jus a mean old man. I do declare.”

The old man shifts his hoe. Slips his hand inside his bib and scratches a tit. “Sounds like a fair bet to me. You says not I says yas. You got nothing to lose. Hell, I’m the one who stands to lose anything.”

And so it is that we see grandpa walking over to the shed. He opens the door and enters. He returns a moment later holding a large, silver tape-measure.

“You didn’ have to get the biggest damn tape in the shed” Grandma says with a frown. You can see she is unconvinced this is a good idea.

“Jus wanna be sure it’ll do the job.” Grandpa says with a boyish smile.

“Now bend yerself over and let me measure.” He says as he extends the tape out and holds it stretched between his arms.

“No you don’.” Grandma counters. “You measure the barbecue first.”

Grandpa walks over to the barbecue. Disturbing the sleeping cat he takes several measurements. He’s making a show of it.

He rises holding the tape in front of him. His thumb and forefinger mark the chosen measurement. “ Dead on thirty-three inches.” He declares. “Now ben’ yerself over and lets get a reading.”

Grandma looks very uncertain. Her earlier anger has fled. She has lived with this old joker for over fifty years and knows when she has let her self be led into a set up. “Now, now. I ain’t so sure..”

“Bend yerself over now. Let me get a good measurement.” He is walking towards her with the tape held straight in front of him.

“I don’ know. Damnit. How d’ I let you talk me into this?” Grandma slowly bends over. Taking up her straight legged, bent at the hips weeding posture.

Grandpa advances. He’s holding the tape like a probe or an uncertain weapon. “Now don’ you be passin’ any gas while I’m about this measuring.” He chuckles. His smile, now that Grandma can’t see his face, is broad and beaming.

“Jus be getting on with it, damn you. I can’t be standing like this forever.”

“Be patient. Too damn early for the neighbors to be watching any way.” The old man says as he manipulates the tape.

He has his finger and thumb on the thirty-three inch mark. He raises the tape to Grandma’s ass. He lets out a long slow whistle.

“Hell-fire woman. Hold still now. Quit wiggling it, will ya. Looks like you got the barbecue beat all to shit. I do say. Hmm… I’ll have to call thirty-four and a half if’n it’s an inch.”

The old woman is up and mad again. “Give me that damn thing. You’re jus an ol liar is what you are. Give me that thing.”

She snatches the tape from Grandpa’s hand and proceeds to try to measure her own bottom. She tries to hold the tape flush with the side of her left cheek and find the right side with her thumb. The old man watches with a pleased look on his face. Grandma brings the tape up, adjusts her glasses and tries to read the measurement near her thumb.

“Told you.” Is all grandpa says.

“Ain’t right. Ain’t t’ truth. I bent the tape. Here, lets get a real measurement.” She says this as she walks to the picnic table under the oak.

She puts the tape out on the bench seat. Locks the tape into place and delicately (as delicately as possible) sits on the tape. She marks one side with her right forefinger. The other with her left.

“Now what does that say? Smart ass.”

The old man leans close, looks at her left finger and says “ fifty four, no fifty five inches.”

“No, damn you. I gots some over here that don’ count. Subtract whats over here. There’s seventeen inches over here. What’s that make it? Mr. Smarty.”

“Well, fifty four minus 17 is, hmm, that’s be 36 inches. Hell-fire, woman. My measurement was smaller.”

“I wuz sittin. I wuz sitin. It makes it bigger. Spreads it out more, ya know. Here, let me stand up. You measure as I stand.”

With a great show of resignation the old man takes the tape-measure as Grandma stands and pulls her quite ample self into as small of a linear posture as possible.

Without a word he measures grandma’s rump. He does it quickly. Shows her the result without looking.

“thirtyfour inches.” She reads. “Thirtyfour inches.” She snatches the tape. Waddles over to the barbecue. Measures and measures. Walks around the apparatus at least three times. With a sigh of resignation she tosses the tape-measure onto the picnic table.

“Damn you, you ornery old cuss.” She says as she turns on her heel and stomps into the house.

Grandpa keeps his face passive until the screen door noisily slams shut. Once safe from Grandma’s wrath he allows himself a broad smile and a low chuckle. He addresses the cat. “Bigger n’ the barbecue. Hell. I thought I was gonna lose. Was jus funnin’. Now she’ll be pissed all day. Thirtyfour inches… hell fire…”

He laughs low and long as he collects his hoe and resumes his surveying posture.


« Newer Posts - Older Posts »

Categories