January 2024

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  • Day 15

    Barbados Scenery

    January 20 in Barbados ⋅ 🌬 84 °F

    Despite touching base with Captain Morgan shortly after docking in Barbados, we didn’t drink any rum during our stay.

    When thirst struck, we opted for Coconut Cooler instead. While sipping juice straight from a coconut is my favorite, this fizzy concoction really hit the spot.

    You might think that huge container at the port contains a petroleum product, but it’s full of molasses for rum making. Barbados invented rum when the island was covered in sugar plantations, but these days, the import the sticky stuff. (Calls to mind the Great Molasses Flood they once had in Boston, but I digress.)

    The national dish in Barbados is Cou Cou and Flying Fish. I’ve yet to get a decent shot of a flying fish, although they are abundant here, so that mosaic will have to do.

    Our van driver, Peter, provided wonderfully informative commentary as we drove around. He pointed out the street where pop star, Rihanna, grew up.

    Although the house she grew up in is now a bed and breakfast, according to him, “Rihanna don’t stay there no more when she visit. So don’t go looking for her there. All you will see is a nice plaque. She stays on the other side of the island, where the movies stars and rich folks go.”

    Peter also told us about chattel houses. These brightly painted wooden structures do not have permanent foundations. The house owners rent the land that the houses are on. “This way, if they squabble with their landlord, they can take their whole house and move it somewhere else.”

    Doesn’t seem like the safest thing for a hurricane prone area, but what do you I know?

    Back at the port, Larry bought me a beautiful necklace made from beach glass and little stones as an early Valentine’s Day present. (Yes, I am spoiled, and I know it!)

    The woman who made it has a little booth in the port and we were happy to buy something handmade from her.
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  • Day 17

    Colorful Curaçao

    January 22 in Curacao ⋅ 🌬 84 °F

    Years ago, Curaçao’s buildings were all painted white. The governor, however, claimed that this gave him headaches.

    To remedy the situation, he encouraged people to paint the buildings any other color.

    Only later did people realize that the governor just so happened to own the local paint factory…
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  • Day 19

    Colorful Guna Molas

    January 24 in Panama ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    The Guna’s economy is based on fishing, agriculture, and a centuries -long tradition of international trade. So far from intruding upon an “isolated tribe,” we were greeted by people who are used to visitors from far off lands.

    In fact, it’s thought that the Guna people’s longstanding practice of trade is a major reason their society has endured in the modern age, unlike some other indigenous groups.

    On the island of Garti, tourism is a mainstay. The women create and sell a colorful local textile called a “mola,” which simply means “clothing “ in their mother tongue. Molas are a blend of appliqué and hand stitching. (Check out my photos to see the variety of mola panels that were for sale.)

    As you can see, mola panels are used in the women’s blouses, as well as on hatbands and other items.

    I don’t buy many souvenirs when we travel, but I’ve come to realize that the the unique textiles found around the world are well worth buying. Not only are they beautiful, but they are tactile reminders of different cultures.

    That’s a long-winded way of saying that I bought some molas during our visit to Garti Island!

    One last tidbit I learned about the Guna is that when they marry, the man takes the woman’s last name and moves into her family’s home.

    They are a fascinating society and I hope to visit them again. Maybe next time, I’ll be able to nab the English speaking guide.
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  • Day 19

    Wandering the Guna Village

    January 24 in Panama ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    After a destination lecture that made it sound like we were on assignment for National Geographic, the reality of visiting Garti Island came as a pleasant surprise.

    The villagers were friendly and relaxed. Sure, they live much differently than we do, but the vibe here was festive rather than desperate.

    The Guna have their own language and most do not speak English. Many speak Spanish, however, so this gave Larry and me a chance to practice.

    We soon learned that ships visit Garti Island roughly once a week. They are quite used to tourists, so our arrival was probably not exposing them to new microbes. In fact, everyone seemed well dressed, well fed, and cell phones abounded.

    I saw a handwritten sign for an English speaking guide who was available to explain Guna culture. Sadly, he was nowhere to be found. Guess someone else nabbed him first! We also managed to miss the museum, despite a thorough wander through the labyrinth of shacks.

    We did come across a makeshift cafe, however, where beer, water, and cokes went for $2 each. (Interesting that the preferred currency is US dollars.)

    I never drink Coca Cola at home, but it’s become a game for Larry and I to imbibe this sugary soda in exotic locales. So far, we’ve had cokes in Buenos Aires, Komodo Island, Bangkok, and now Garti Island.

    By then, we were dripping with sweat, so the ice cold fizz really hit the spot. There’s no air conditioning on Garti, although the way the alleys are arranged creates a nice airflow. I’m sure it was no mistake that people gathered at the breeziest corners.

    At one point it rained, but the downpour was light and only lasted about ten minutes. No one bothered to take their wares inside, although a few people covered their heads.

    I was surprised to see that the Guna people’s flag features a swastika. Swastikas are an ancient symbol, used by Hindis, Buddhists, and Native Americans long before Hitler came along.

    In the Guna’s case, the swastika represents the octopus who created the world, with its tentacles pointing to the four points of the compass. Another interpretation leaves out the octopus and has the swastika symbolizing the four directions of the world from which humans originated.

    The Guna are a healthy group, as well, with remarkably low blood pressure, even as they age. As a result, they have low rates of heart disease, and also low rates of cancer.

    For some unknown reason, albinism is common among the Guna, which earned them the nickname of “White Indians.”

    In centuries past, these albinos had a holy status. Only they were allowed to venture out during lunar eclipses. Only they could defend the tribe by shooting arrows at the dragon devouring the moon!

    When I was little, my big sister told me of a faraway tribe in a distant land where warriors shot arrows at the moon during lunar eclipses. Never did I expect to travel to that faraway land and actually meet those tribal people, and yet today I’ve done exactly that!
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  • Day 19

    San Blas Islands

    January 24 in Panama ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    The San Blas Islands is an archipelago off the coast of Panama. Beyond that, I had no idea what to expect when our ship stopped here.

    Since the ship listed no excursions for the day and it’s a tender port, many of us assumed it was a “technical stop,” meaning that the main purpose for our stop was for the ship to take on fuel.

    It wasn’t until we attended a destination lecture that we realized how unique this destination is. Only then did we learn we’d be visiting Garti Island, home to an indigenous tribe called the Guna.

    Although the island is, “the size of five soccer fields,” it is home to a village of 1300 people.

    Since the island is sinking due to rising seas, the Gunas living here have decided to move. In the early 2000s, the government of Panama started building a village for them on the mainland, but construction is on hold, which means the date for their “big move” keeps being delayed.

    They were originally going to move in 2015, then 2019, and now? Well, they remain in limbo.

    After this last minute destination talk for Garti Island, some passengers were quite upset. The complaints fell along two basic categories; people were either disappointed we weren’t visiting a resort island with an established tourist infrastructure, or they worried about how we might effect an isolated tribe.

    The islanders have no plumbing, so we were asked not to use the bathroom during our visit, since the results go straight into the sea.

    “I wanted to go swimming,” a woman lamented, “but not after hearing that.”

    “We’re gonna give them all coughs and Covid,” grumbled another, “It’s immoral.”

    As a result, some passengers decided to stay onboard. While Larry and I weren’t quite sure what to expect, we decided to go ashore and see for ourselves.
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  • Day 20

    Panama Canal

    January 25 in Panama ⋅ ⛅ 91 °F

    Last time we cruised through the Panama Canal, I accidentally donated my sunglassses to the jungle gods, so this time, I thought I could get away without wearing any sunglasses out on the deck. As you can see, that didn’t work out well for either Larry or me. We could barely keep our eyes open out there in the bright equatorial sun!

    It takes roughly 11 hours to pass through the canal, as a series of 12 locks leads you from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific, crossing over the continental divide along the way.

    Forty five ships pass through the canal each day taking 60% of the world’s merchandise with them.

    Due to low rainfall, however, only 18 to 24 ships are currently passing through the canal.

    As you can imagine, this shortcut is not free. Our ship, for example, paid around $350,000 to traverse the canal.

    It’s not a flat fee, either; it’s based on weight. That’s why Richard Halliburton paid a mere 36 cents when he swam through the canal in 1928.

    Most of the canal’s traffic is made up of container ships, but we saw a trio of catamarans making the trip in a lock beside us this time,

    It’s just another day at work for the canal employees, but even so, they often wave as we pass by.

    I’m always impressed by what a tight fit it is as we pass through the locks. I tried to convey this in some of my photos.

    Since our entrance was delayed for some reason, we went through the final lock during dinner. This worked out great, since our table is right at the transom. We gave us some of the best views of the action that we’d had all day!

    As dusk arrived, we saw dozens of deer grazing alongside the canal. Some folks even saw crocodiles, but I couldn’t tell if I was seeing crocs or tree branches in the water.

    Birds sighted along the way: grackles, vultures (black & turkey), caracara, frigate, herons, pelicans, and one I couldn’t ID.
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  • Day 20

    Burns Night

    January 25 in Panama ⋅ 🌙 81 °F

    Ambassador Cruise lines is based in the UK, so Larry and I are often reminded that as Americans, we speak English as a second language. There are so many different words and turns of phrase.

    We were confused, for instance, when the cruise director suggested wearing “Larry shirts” to a Caribbean party. At least to our ears, it was “Larry.” In reality, he was saying “lairy,” a Brit word for loud and garish.

    This exposure to UK culture certainly keeps us on our toes. On January 25th, we enjoyed a taste of Scottish culture, literally and figuratively.

    The 25th is Robert Burns birthday, so the Scots have a special evening of festivities to honor their national poet.

    Larry and I had no idea what to expect for Burns Night, but the ship had it all planned out.

    It started with a Scottish flag hanging in the entry to the dining room. Next, we noticed several male passengers in kilts, and women wearing tartan scarves.

    The ship had a special menu for Burns Night, too, including such items as Scotch eggs and even haggis.

    I gave the haggis a try, and while I didn’t care much for the aftertaste, it was much better than I expected.

    After dinner, a Scottish woman recited Robert Burns famous poem to a haggis, which she enthusiastically stabbed with a butcher knife at one point. The poem is in Scots dialect and she was very entertaining.

    As the dance floor filled with couples ceileidh dancing, I sipped a smoked whisky and enjoyed the spectacle.

    Who knows? If we’re home next January 25th, Larry and I just might throw a Burns Night party of our own. I am Scottish on my dad’s side, after all.
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  • Day 26

    Equator Party

    January 31, South Pacific Ocean ⋅ ☁️ 81 °F

    When ships cross the Equator, they often throw a party during which they ask King Neptune for permission to cross, and Ambassador’s Ambience was no exception.

    Equator rituals vary from ship to ship. Those who have never crossed the Equator before are called Polliwogs, and are often put on trial before King Neptune and his court. Penalties on this ship included having eggs and flour tossed on them.

    Polliwogs are often made to kiss a fish, as well, before taking a plunge in the pool. Once they emerge, they are christened as Shellbacks.

    Equator rituals are a longstanding tradition at sea. In days of yore they could be pretty rough, with the sailors doing far worse to things to Polliwogs than merely pelting them with food.

    Either way, Larry and I are Shellbacks, so we were able to enjoy the spectacle from a safe distance.
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