Yup, I’ve had a bad case of intestinal disorder. It didn’t respond to bland diet (BRAT) or huge quantities of Immodium, so we finally realized it as a bug of some sort, probably from the water in the village since there has been something going around. Anyway, once it was clear that simple measures wouldn’t suffice, we bombed it last night with Ciprofloxen. 12 hours later I’m finally on the mend. Not too much fun, but a couple days of rest.
Today we stayed on Charisma. Ann made bread and did some clean up, I pretty much just read and laid in the cockpit. Tomorrow though we’ll go back in the village. Ann to do some more weaving and sewing and me hopefully to do some carving under the tutelage of one of the village carvers.
JHAM posed a question yesterday that I thought I’d respond to. He asked; “Is there just no strife, anger, sickness, or negativity”? I would answer to that; “Yes. There is”. This is paradise through our eyes as it’s a simple way of life that’s so uncomplicated that it’s a delight. The strife, anger and negativity that exists is not distorted by politicians and interest groups and then all blown out of all proportion by the media and turned into entertainment and profit making. It’s a simple human condition. We all argue, get angry and such, but the nice thing here is it doesn’t go anywhere or get taken to extremes. People get over it.
Sickness is an exception. Life is great here until you are sick. Then it becomes misery since there is very little in the way of infrastructure to support medical care. There is one nurse who takes care of everything and they didn’t even have a nurse last year. He has access to the mainland for consultation, but not a lot of tools to handle pain, infection or an acute accident. Dental care is non-existent. If you have a tooth go bad, it’s going to come out. Very few folks here have a full set of teeth and some have only a few left. For major illness you wait for a boat to Suva (maybe once a month, but there’s no fixed schedule). Once in Suva you rely on extended family for a place to stay because this is a subsistence economy and Suva takes money. Two different worlds.
But despite the hardships (including having to gather food every day in order to eat) these are very happy people and we are enjoying being accepted as friends in their world even though they know we can leave at will and go back to ours. The goodbyes are emotional. The bonds formed are unique.
Glad you’re feeling better, Bob. It sucks to be sick, particularly in paradise.
I wondered the same thing as Jham. Thanks for sharing the “other” side of living in Fulunga. It’s too early in the morning for me to fully contemplate which world is “better.” Certainly there are advantages to living in a so-called civilized world (I really like flushing facilities). But, these wonderful people that you are sharing time with sound like they love their lives and truly value that which is most important in life — relationships. It’s a shame that medical and dental care is so limited. But at the end of the day (or really the beginning of the day, since that’s when I get to read your blog) they are a nice reminder of the real human spirit. Refreshing…… Sigh…….
Ditto Cindys remarks…Ann I hope you are staying healthy! Kate has been inspired by your sewing stories so we will see what she makes! I however am not the teacher that you are! Emily off to NYC for a week of eating and seeing plays with Band B…lucky girl. on the home front we are insulating the garage and doing tons of yard work….not paradise! Emily has taken me out to swim in the ocean! Fun! xo
Very sorry to hear you were suffering from the crud, Captain Bob. Certainly contaminated water can cause lots of bad things. Do the locals know that as well? Do you and Ann do anything specific to try and minimize the possibility of infection from contaminated water?
Thanks for the feedback regarding how the society functions emotionally. The thing that pops out from your stories for me is the real joy surrounding simple communal activities. Maybe because they don’t have a lot of stuff to distract them from honest personal interaction.
The fact that Lulu cowered at the stick and enjoyed fetching the ball sounds to me like someone once used a stick as discipline. I hope not though.
Take care of yourselves.