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Festival of Light

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Light.

Who can live without light ? Life giving and dispeller of darkness, light shines hope and love in our life, shows us our way.

While Divali is popularly known as the “festival of lights”, the most significant spiritual meaning is “the awareness of the inner light”.

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Central to Hindu philosophy is the assertion that there is something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite, and eternal, called the Atman. Just as we celebrate the birth of our physical being, Deepavali is the celebration of this inner light, in particular the knowing of which outshines all darkness (removes all obstacles and dispels all ignorance), awakening the individual to one’s true nature, not as the body, but as the unchanging, infinite, immanent and transcendent reality. With the realization of the Atman comes universal compassion, love, and the awareness of the oneness of all things (higher knowledge). This brings Ananda (inner joy or peace).

The gunas are the underlying forces or tendencies which one needs to have unaffected, direct relation with in order to find effectiveness and righteousness in life: they are lines of potential and illuminate thought and action, thus the inner meaning of Diwali being the festival of lights.

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Deepavali celebrates this through festive fireworks, lights, flowers, sharing of sweets, and worship. While the story behind Dipavali varies from region to region, the essence is the same – to rejoice in the inner light (Atman) or the underlying reality of all things (Brahman).

May all living beings rejoice in peace, joy and light.

Back to Action !

I am back to my beloved blog after spending some lovely holidays in France and Spain.

My first thought goes to the victims of the tsunami and earthquakes in SE ASia and the Pacific. Help is being brought to them, but we cannot deny the huge suffering and loss these people are facing.

On a more cheerful note, cannot feel more excited and pleased for Brazil to have won the official hosting of the next Olympics. It means a lot to this nation. A lot of dreams to a forgotten and struggling continent. And a lot of work waiting !

‘Action’ is the word of the day for my beginning of this season’s blogging …

Let’s get to work.

I have to make a brief post about this little gem of a movie. Technically excellent, with a heart gripping story and realistic performances by a power house of artists, this movie not only moves you but warms the heart. It is very deep as an insight into what has become of a fertile, lush valley legendary of its beautiful people and landscapes.
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Along with strife, for decades now, children have been left with destruction, despair and utter bewilderness for what they cannot comprehend in their little life. With a great heart full of childhood innocence, the main protagonist of the movie is all set to get back his beloved pet.
A donkey.

Tahaan directed by ace cinematographer Santosh Sivan, is an excellent piece of film making. On a little scale, he puts this vast canvas of Kashmir. It has been ages since we saw Kashmir like this. My God !! What we are missing… After Dil Se, in which Santosh had captured beautiful Ladakh in his lense, here he beautifully uses his brush to color the canvas of the screen. Its like reading a fable from our school time story cupboard.

The Fog and smoke creates ‘wow’ visuals on screen. Love it.

Naturally, the story is somewhat based on militants and army. But moreover its a story about Tahaan – the central character’s quest to get back his beloved donkey, Birbal. And over this quest He gets to see and learn many things. Also a surprise too….Purav Bhandare who plays Tahaan, gives absolutely heart warming performance. Below is one of the scene, I loved of him.

Victor Banerjee as his grandpa is in a short but again touching performance. He reminded me of my childhood when we used to listen stories from my grandpa.

Sarika is always a delight to see on screen. She is mute mother of Tahaan. And she does talk with her eyes a lot.

Anupam Kher whose role I thought would be negative, but I was wrong. And again his character is well written and he performs well. And, who else can talk about pain of Kashmiri Pundits than him?

Rahul Bose, in an unusual one, is also too good. Everyone, just everyone has given a top notch performance. Even Rahul Khanna in his 5 mins. appearance, reminded me of the old time ‘lalas‘ [ala Mother India].

And above all, the endearing performance of Birbal-the donkey.

Technically this movie is so brilliant. Everything from production design to cinematography to outstanding sound design, is just too perfect. I loved these two little scenes with some lovely folk music.

All in all, its a must must see movie.

And lastly, here are some screencaps of the movie, featuring lovely people of Kashmir.

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Time for a well deserved break.

Summer has been here for a while now, but it is only now that we are able to take our break. Looking forward to catch up with all the nice things that comes with going home. Plenty of sunshine is all we are wishing and hoping for. Not sure, knowing the UK and French Summers. Anyway, fingers crossed, we shall be balled.

I may share a ‘paquerette’ or two with some lazy cows in rural France, so blogging would not be on my finger tips. Explosion of themes and images will abound I am sure, hence loads to update my blog when I get back. Maybe, when I reach the metropolis, it will make sense to lighten the backlog.

Till, then all those who pass by this blog, thank you for taking time to read my ramblings. I appreciate your precious time and effort immensely.

Happy holidays !

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Summer time joys in Hanoi are abundunt, one of them is enjoying fresh fruits, especially fresh coconut water !

The best thing about living in our new apartment is living next to shops serving fresh coconut water. It has become a regular treat to finish our weekend aftrnoons … or rather should I say, starting it. We take our jug to the shop ( street one ), and choose any big juicy coconut, the young Vietnamese girl swiftly chops it and pours the water and half the shells. In a few deft movements, she scrapes the young flesh and fills our tupperware with the sweet water. Happy ? Yes, we are indeed.

Back home, we either chill the flesh which dispappears in a flash while watching TV or is quickly ‘hidden’ away in the fridge, awaiting to be incorprated in some desserts.

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Now, to extol the benefits of coconut water would not be enough, but all I can say is that nature made us a precious, delicious gift and each time it tastes heavenly  … be it in Hanoi, Mauritius, Rio, Bali or Bahamas !

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For the info part :

Humans began in warm, tropical climes where coconuts proliferate, and they are the basic foundational human food (FHF) that is easily available to sustain life. All hunter-gather tribes utilize them fully, for food, clothing and housing. The coconut “water”, inside the nut, is sterile, and safer to drink than the often microbially-infested surface waters. The mineral profile of the coconut water (not coconut “milk”, which is made with pulp) is almost exactly the mineral electrolyte profile your cells need for health — potassium, calcium, sodium, phosphorus, iron, zinc, manganese, copper along with vital amino acids. Although “fatty”, coconuts contain no cholesterol.

This largest-nut was truly a gift, and it’s calories enabled us to be satiated when there was largely only high water-content tropical fruits and difficult to find shell-fish or ocean fish. Fresh coconuts are an alkaline pH food, and so they can help combat the modern acid-producing life-style which eats away at your circulatory system and organs. Coconuts are also a high-fiber, low-glycemic food and they have a low carb profile along with their protein.Every ounce of shredded coconut contains about 5 grams of fiber. Your quota of fiber should aim to be around 30 – 35 grams, daily. Just about everyone loves the taste of coconut, too. It’s especially easy to use it for children. It’s important to know that there is a big difference between the nutrition of “old” brown coconuts and “young” green coconuts.Their jelly-like flesh is perfect for smoothies, puddings and just straight-from-the nut eating.

Coconut is a potent anti-viral food and it is proving to be helpful in combatting yeast-infections and the Epstein-Barr like virus which is associated with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, too. Lauric acid and caprylic acid are the most effective, active anti-virals. Coconut is also an important substitute for wheat flours in cooking for gluten-intolerant people who have Crohn’s disease, celiac or sprue. Organic, unrefined coconut oil is also very healthy to use for frying. Use just a bit. A little goes a long way, and as it is one of the highest-temperature stable oils, it is much better to use for these high-temperature cooking processes than lower temperature “unsaturated” oils, which de-nature in the frying zone and produce harmful products.

Other palm oils also supply medium-chain fatty acids, and are beneficial if naturally-processed and organic, although they are vegetarian “saturated” fats. The deep orange color of organic palm oil is naturally-occurring beta-carotene, and it’s a richer source than carrots. In the bottle, organic coconut fat should be fluffy-cloud white — yet be unbleached; if the room temperature is more than 76 degrees Fahrenheit, then coconut oil will be a clear liquid in its bottle. The extra-virgin, cold-pressed coconut oil’s medium-chain fatty-acids and the Omega-3 fats (in another article, soon) available from cold-water fish and hemp, can go a long way toward helping ameliorate diabetes. They offer the possibility of near-cure or cure of diabetes when in a co-ordinated plan.

Coconut products are usually room-temperature stable; this is true for coconut oil, tightly-closed dried coconut and unopened coconut water. Canned coconut milk and coconut-water should be refrigerated after opening, tightly-covered for a maximum of 4 days OR you can freeze them.

So, next time you see this humble nut, take a look again. I love it in all its forms and mostly on my skin !

I love Christmas

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Yes. I love Christmas.

I love Christmas for all the nice feelings it brings in me.

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The festive mood, the preparations. The bright colourful decorations.The gifts, the mince meat pies, the pudding, the crackers, the garlands, the lights, the candes, the food, the ‘Buche de Noel’, the friends, the joy, the laughter, and so forth.

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The countdown for that single day when every hour seems to be hanging in delight. The time for reflection. The time when we can stop and think of others in a more compassionate way. The time when the world comes together to share a same feeling. That of love and joy. That of togetherness, sharing and dreams. That time of the year when myths children around the world relate to one another witout any boundary of race, creed, religion or faith. The only time of the year when each one of us is allowed to spare a kind thought, do a good action, forget and forgive conflicts and embrace in harmony.

Yes, I love Christmas for all it brings. Staying away from the over consumerism and commercial face of the festivities is a tough task. But over the years, we have learnt to say No to Christmas trees, no to expensive gifts and wrappings, no to roast chicken or turkey, no to over consumption. Living and traveling across the globe has enabled us to relate to Christmas celebrations in many ways. Spending the day by the beach over some quiet reading under the shae of casuarina trees did not rob us from the joy and thill of a white Christmas. It was equally special and exciting. We have celebrated Christmas in numerous unconventional ways. Like enjoying a grilled fish under a thatched kiosk of a bar and kids playing with balloons and piglets on the beach in East Timor. Where the only music we could listen to were ‘Jingle Bells’ in the lone Chinese restaurant who was decorated for the occasion. A snowman in white puffs of cotton wool and coloured paper cutouts. Or in the crowded streets of Hanoi in Vietnam amidst hundreds of motorbikes’ horns. Where the red chinese lanterns mingle with the colourful garlands and votive candles. In Mauritius where Santa Claus gets mixed up with St Nicholas and Christmas puddings are eaten with fresh mangoes and juicy lychees or partying on the beach with pots of biryani and pickled pineapples. My list of places we have celebrated Christmas is exhaustive.

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Christmas is wonderful; however, it’s not exactly the most eco-friendly of all of the holidays.

All of the bows, wrapping paper and cards from gift giving can create a lot of extra waste. In order to keep all of this from being an environmental detriment, there are ways that to forego the waste without giving up the traditions of gift giving that you’ve grown to love.

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Give only necessary Christmas cards

Chances are most of the people that you know have an e-mail address whether it be at home or at work. Consider sending them e-cards this year instead of a regular Christmas card. You’ll save yourself some money on the cost of the cards as well as on the postage. Since not everyone has an e-mail address, send cards only to those that don’t use one.

Skip the wrapping paper

If you are going to be giving a gift, give it in a reusable bag instead of using wrapping paper. The recipient can reuse the bag over and over again. Also, you’ll know that you didn’t create unnecessary waste from wrapping paper or gift bags that will most likely end up in the trash.

Recycle any wrapping paper that you receive

If you receive a gift that comes wrapped, save the paper to reuse it. You can use it as packing material, note paper or even to shove it inside soft toe shoes to help them keep their shape. Hinting that you would like a reusable bag may also encourage people to skip using wrapping paper for your gift altogether.

Choose a gift that is made from natural, organic or recycled materials

There are a plethora of stores that offer products that are natural, organic or recycled. You can find presents such as beauty products, apparel and chocolate. With all of the items that you can choose from, you can almost certainly a present for everyone on your list.

Give a previously owned gift

While this may sound strange, it’s a great way to give a unique gift that you may not be able to find in many places. For example, if you have a chef in your life, consider giving them an antique cookbook that you can find at an antique store in your area. For the fashionista on your list, consider checking out a local thrift store for a vintage purse. There are many exceptional gifts that you can find for almost everyone on your list and they may even be right down the block from you.

Buy presents that have limited to no packaging

There are many items that you could find in stores that include boxes, plastic, and various other types of packaging that may end up getting tossed in the trash. Instead, consider buying gifts that don’t include all of this extra waste and look for products that have limited to no packaging at all.

When choosing a Christmas gift and what it will be given in, consider the environmental impact that it will have first and if it will be worth it.

J’adorrre Paris !

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Paris.

Who does not love Paris? Of all the skylines in the world, I like that of Paris the best.

My love for Paris is deeply anchored in my childhood, when it was the place to be if one had to go anywhere else. My geographic knowledge was limited to London and Paris, the rest of the world cities just happen to be there. From the sweet lingering whiff of a Parisian scent caught to the memorabilia exhibited proudly on dressers, Paris meant ‘le grand monde’ for me. It was only an extension and confirmation on a grander scale of all things I grew up with.

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Whenever I am in Paris, the first thing that hits me is the visual harmony of a hectic crowd and my eyes try to catch the glimpse of, what a true Parisian looks like. To start with, many look a normal size, nicely dressed in more cheerful colours compared to the blacks and greys of London, women look younger and slimmer, the buildings rivalling with each other in character and the shops displaying a cacophony of aesthetically beautiful vain stuff. I can never understand my soul’s drooling over the shops windows’ displays. Whether it is for the beauty or the function of the object. Or just because it is in Paris.

But then, Paris is beautiful. Everything looks different, tastes different here. The French have the art of making simple things look beautiful.

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Before I write about the shopping scene in Paris I usually drown myself in, I should pen the biggest establishment of France.

The Baguette

My first desperate grab while in Paris is a baguette.

It is like a release for a bread lover like me. A fix that does not leave me even long after I have left the city. The only place where I would call a bread, a real bread. The French baguette is legendary. And the Parisians are very serious about it. Inarguably, Paris has the best bread in the world. And for sure the best baguettes.

Parisians love their baguettes. Tasty and phallic, baguettes are a landmark of Parisian food culture. But lately, a wind of change has been blowing on Parisian bakeries. A sweeping one.

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Hurting the good old baguette. At their local bakery, Parisians now massively opt for “La Baguette Tradition” instead of the good old baguette. La Baguette Tradition is a new phenomenon that has taken over Parisian bakeries over the past ten years. It is made exclusively out of wheat flour, no additives are used. It is shorter, better and more pricy than the regular baguette. Whenever I am in Paris, my friend Deborah knows what she has to get each morning for us to start our lazy Summer mornings. A baguette ‘tradition’ which gets company by heavenly patries like ‘ religieuse au chocolat’, which we sinfully indulge in during our time for a ‘collation’. It is a moment of silent meditation we both respect and relish. Each digging in the creamy luscious chocolaty custard mound in the choux pastry shell and breathing a sigh of contentment when the plate is clean. Ah que la vie est belle !

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Coming back to bread …

The real bread-loving Parisian escalates the provocation to the regular baguette by asking for “une tradi s’il vous plait”. That’s right. A nickname. No plain baguette ever reached this level of intimacy with a Parisian. Ever.

Besides this obvious familiarity with his new beloved bread, the Parisian will know at what time of the day les tradis come out of the oven. That’s when he’ll go buy his. For bread is of course much better warm. And Parisians like it better this fresh.

While most Parisian families usually opted for one baguette, they now go two tradi. For one –especially if warm – is going to be eaten on the way back home. I can vow for its quality and taste. Nothing comes close to it. A piece that deserves all repect. What ever accompaniment you choose for it, it is always complying with fervour to make the meal a true simple delight.

Thus, this most daily Parisian act – buying bread- has lately turned into a little daily luxury: that of turning your back to la baguette to indulge in the irresistible tradi.

Such is the Parisian: constantly reinventing Tradition.

French Cheese Platter

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Loving French cheese is not always easy. Especially if you are in places where they are not readily available and your cravings shooting up the roof.

But while in France, a day without cheese is unthinkable.

Making a nice cheese platter when entertaining is always such a pleasure. Discovering new ones and exchanging them with friends makes the experience very satisfying. But only if no one is allergic to dairy products. Concocting a cheese platter is a sign that I have ran out of ideas of what to cook. So, a luscious cheese platter with all its accompaniments becomes a sublime supper.

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My knowledge of cheese is like wine. Not too prolific, but I trust my  taste. Quite predictable too.

A good fresh Chèvre, a Brie , a good Blue or a nice Tomme would always please my palate. Hence, my preference goes to the goaty and the hard boisterous mountain ‘tommes’. My husband loves the Fromage Frais Fermier though, which is a fresh, salted, unripened cheese that comes directly from the farmer. We pick a few each time we are at the marché when in France.

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My favourite remains the Cabretou. I share the description made by Loulou on her blog : La Fete du fromage on this cheese which reads :

Perfectly aged, and with a luxurious flavor to die for, Cabretou is made from pasteurized goat’s milk and produced in the picturesque Ariège departement where it is matured in caves for 18 months. This cheese is magnificent! Rich and substantial, with a gorgeous creaminess that I fell head over heels for. It has a dense, meaty texture and an ultra smooth flavor with no acidity whatsoever. Cabretou has a very slight, tangy fragrance and a hard, amber colored rind that I cut away before eating.

No respectful cheese platter would be complete without a Blue cheese.

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And my favourite is the Bleu des Causses among the blue cheese. As Loulou puts it :

Bleu des Causses and Roquefort share many similarities; both have the distinction of AOC status, both cheeses are produced in les Causses in the Aveyron and both are matured in limestone caves where cool, damp air swirls around carrying the mold spores that creates the cheese’s distinctive blue veining. The main difference between the two is that Bleu des Causses is made from unpasteurized cow’s milk whereas Roquefort is made from unpasteurized sheep’s milk. We tasted some nice ones in the wild and isolated department of the Languedoc-Roussillon which encompasses rugged mountains, vast meadows, deep gorges and limestone caves. Its human population is the lowest in France, leaving plenty of wide open spaces for the cows and sheep to graze. It is home to several well known French cheeses such as Laguiole, Tomme de Lozère, Pélardon, and blue cheeses such as Bleu des Causses, Bleu d’Auvergne and Roquefort. Thank you Loulou, ChezLoulou for making such nice appreciation of the local French cheese.

Now, should I do the unthinkable ? and admit my weakness? Yes. I do include a piece of cheddar on my French cheese platter. Any good matured cheddar. And with walnuts, even better. Not to mention, the stiltons. The amazing White Stilton with Apricots and the Wensleydale with Cranberries. I do not know which one I prefer – the sweet, mild flavor and smooth texture of the Stilton over the tangier, crumblier Wensleydale with bits of Cranberries for the added tease, maybe I will go Shaun the Sheep way ! Some of the Cheese photos are courtesy to ChezLoulou

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Well, all things said, I might look forward to my cheese Macaroni tomorrow ! ….

Sacrilege !.

Best Baguette in Paris

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Came upon this and thought I should mention it to add to my earlier post ‘J’adorrrre Paris!’ where I wrote about the French baguette. Before, I should tell you that I have tasted the baguettes at Boulangerie Colin, 53, rue Montmartre, IIe, and they were fanstastic !

Le Figaro recently rated the top baguettes in Paris. And not the “traditional” that has become trendy or any other exotic “flûte” or “craquant” but the humble baguette ordinaire. A plain white bread baquette. Standardisation in baguettes has become so rampant (how many of you are guilty of picking yours up at the supermarket or convenience store instead of fresh from the boulanger?) that many of the most famous gourmet bakeries in Paris don’t even sell the ordinary baguette, or keep it hidden out of sight, so a lot of familiar names are missing from their list.

Judgement is based on the “Aspect” (how the baguette looks), “Nez” (how it smells), “Texture” (the crustiness of the outside, softness of the inside), and “Goût” (the taste), on a scale of 1-5. Strangely, not one baguette got a 5 in any category. The highest score out of 20 was 15, for Jacques Bazin in the 12th (85bis rue de Charenton). See the entire list here.

Two are within dog-walking distance of my flat, #5 Laurent Duchêne (13/20, with more points on looks than taste) and #17 L’Artisan du Pain (7.5/20, with the same taste score as the one above). I usually go to two others closer to the Place d’Italie, but I’ve never actually asked for a baguette ordinaire. I always get a “Campagne” or “Baguette des Près” so maybe I’ll do my own taste test.

You know, in the name of research. I’ll have a fifth category: how nicely it tastes lightly toasted with a dollop of Nutella. Mmmmmm….

Why I love Paris !

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I love Paris… because of the

  • the brightly lit streets and boulevards
  • crossing the Seine and sunworshipping on the bateaux mouches
  • the white walls of Notre-Dame
  • the marches aux puces
  • homemade French baguette in hand
  • from the nearby boulangerie
  • accordeon players serenading lovers
  • Canal Saint Martin and its colourful shops
  • grabbing a filled baguette on Chaussee d’Antin’s small cafes
  • watching the latest flick at Gaumont cinema on Champs Elysees
  • stopping at the cafes in Gambetta
  • to enjoy a drink and watch people go by
  • scooping the sweet Tunisian pastries
  • endless trips to Mango and Etam
  • having ’tisane’ under the coupole of Le Printemps at Boulevard Haussman
  • watch bulky Americans wade their way through the crowds
  • sitting and reading in the garden of the Luxembourg or Tuilleries
  • enjoying a Magum au chocolat in the sun
  • walking down the narrow ‘passages’ near the Sorbonne
  • enjoying Deborah and hubby taking the velib for a ride
  • watching them getting annoyed when the ticket is invalid
  • straining my neck from watching facades of buildings
  • taking the toy train to Montmartre
  • having a leisurely stroll at  Place du Tertre
  • visiting each sexshop in  Pigalle
  • pretending to be interested by the cheap stuff made in China
  • shamefully crashing in an Irish pub for a long beer
  • feeling oversized when trying Lingerie
  • finding treasures at the Paris fleamarkets
  • browsing at the Marche aux Puces St Ouen
  • having lunch at Chez Louisettelistening to Edith Piaf’s renditions
  • strolling at Pere Pere Lachaise cemetry and reading epitaphs
  • and the crowd of Porte de Clignancourt
  • taking short Metro rides
  • walking the steep steps of  Montmartre
  • the shop windows of Printemps and Galeries Lafayette
  • shopping at Sephora with Deborah on Champs Elysees
  • enjoying the best confections, like macarons Daloyau
  • wrapped in exquisite packaging at Lafayette Gourmet
  • standing the crowd of the ’soldes’
  • visting art galeries and exhibitions
  • listening to stand up comedians and jazz clubs
  • watching the Eiffel tower lit at night from the lawns of Champ de Mars
  • loving all the time spent with Deborah
  • endless days of us trying new ways of French manicures
  • funny stories of  medical practice
  • and the laughter we share as being in Paris
  • running and catching the metro
  • rushing home after a vain hedonisic day shopping at Galeries Lafayette
  • hopping over the crottes on the streets
  • and aching feet from a long day !
Image courtesy : Copyright © Gary Martin, 1996 - 2009

Image courtesy : Copyright © Gary Martin, 1996 - 2009

I was born on the small island of Mauritius.

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Now, whenever I say that to people, they reply : ‘ Oh Where is Mauritius ?’, and for the nth time I unreel the quickest recognition of Mauritius. By quoting ‘ As dead as the Dodo’.  Remember ?. .. It is the first animal known to have been extinct by the hands of man.

The island of Mauritius is renowned for having been the only known home of the dodo. The dodo is a lesson in extinction. First sighted around 1600 on Mauritius, the dodo was extinct less than eighty years later.

The list of endangered dinos_bird.php species continues to growing at an alrming rate today …

The tragedy of the dodo highlights the potential effects mankind can have upon the environment, and the ease with which humanity can disrupt the delicate balance of an ecosystem by eradicating whole species. As one of the earliest examples of modern ecovandalism, the impact of the Portuguese and Dutch sailors on Mauritius not only wiped out the famous dodo, but further disrupted nature in unexpected ways.

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Incidentally check this amusing account of the Dodo here Dodo_bird

Before I lose the thread, let me just remind myself that Mauritius is all about a lesson not well learnt.

Green Parakeet, endemic to the island.

Green Parakeet, endemic to the island.the magnificient Kestrel, an endangered species.

the Bulbul or Zozo Conde, a cousin of the Caribbean Ti Sucrier

the Bulbul or Zozo Conde, a cousin of the Caribbean Ti Sucrier

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That of how vulnerable our environment is and how we are depleting the world of its fauna and flora without blinking an eye. This story serves to highlight the dangerous implications of animal extinction, and why humanity must work to safeguard the environment and nature. The bio-diversity of our world must be protected, both for current and future generations. The dodo was such a unique species of bird, that some three centuries later, it is still remembered as a symbol of the harm mankind can bring to the environment. As the memory of the dodo and the legacy of ecovandalism lives on, we must not forget to take heed of such a warning – particularly as more and more species are brought to the point of extinction.

The buzz word nowdays is sustainability, protection of our natural environment. And yet, we breeze by the news with a total indifferent candour reading about the ice cap melting, the dwindling numbers of the white bears, the dead end fight the animals are facing to their extinction at the hands the mighty poachers pawns to the multi million business tycoons.

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Mauritius is one of the youngest islands born in the Indian Ocean and stuns jetsetters around the world by its pristine beauty and ideal setting in a sub tropical environment. It is neither too hot, nor too chilly, never too still or too windy, not too humid nor too dry, sum it all it has the perfect climate, air and sky quality and clarity to make it stand out to be recognised as being an exclusive destination. No wonder mark Twain wrote ” God saw Mauritius and create heaven after it’. One can only understands this pretentious statement when one lands on this tiny price of paradise. No words is superfluous enough to describe how magical the place is, and the people did a great job to make it a haven out of nothing but sweat, dedication and love for an equal world.

Despite having a low GDP, Mauritius is widely regarded as a developed country as the GDP is enough for all 1.3 million people. Since independence in 1968, Mauritius has developed from a low-income, agriculturally based economy to a middle income diversified economy with growing industrial, financial, and tourist sectors.

A plan by ADB Networks calls for Mauritius to become the first nation to have coast-to-coast wireless internet access. The wireless hot spot currently covers about 60% of the island and is accessible by about 70% of its population.

Mauritius ranks first among all countries in FDI inflows to India, with cumulative inflows amounting to US$10.98 billion. The top sectors attracting FDI inflows from Mauritius between January 2000 and December 2005 were electrical equipment, telecommunications, fuels, cement and gypsum products and services sector (financial and non-financial).

Mauritian society includes people from many different ethnic groups. The republic’s residents are the descendants of people from India (Indo-Mauritian), continental Africa (Mauritian Creole people usually known as ‘Creoles’), France (Franco-Mauritian) and China (Sino-Mauritian), among other places.

In Mauritius, people switch languages according to the occasion. Over the course of a day a typical Mauritian might use English to write a school essay, Creole Morisien to chat with friends and French to read a novel.[19]

The Indian Ocean country’s constitution makes no mention of an official language and its one million citizens speak either English, French, Hindi or Mauritian Creole — a French patois.

When it was discovered, the island of Mauritius was the home of a previously unknown species of bird, which the Portuguese named the dodo (simpleton), as they appeared to be not too bright. By 1681, all dodos had been killed by the settlers or by their domesticated animals. An alternate theory suggests that the imported wild boars that were set free destroyed the slow-breeding dodo population. The dodo is prominently featured as a supporter of the national coat-of-arms (see above).

The island has also given rise to a diversified literature, prominent in French, English and Creole. Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio, the 2008 recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature, is of Franco-mauritian origin and lives on the island for part of each year.

The tiny island nation certainly is struggling hard to makes its place in the sun, and its development has not been flightless like the Dodo.

The island is keen to preserve its endangered species and shares a close collaboration with international conservation agencies to help in achieving its goals.

Should we learn a lesson from our past and help preserve what is left ?

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Tonight I will cuddle up to my Dodo buddy and think if only I could have rescued him …… maybe I will dream of racing with him on the beach kicking coconuts  ….. unlike in the “Ice Age’ where it was watermelons !

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The sega was originally sung by men and women who had been sold as slaves but whose souls had remained sensitive to music. It is born from an incredible fusion of African beats and Indian rythms. Sega is now a folksong which has integrated itself within the framework of our folklore. It is a cry from the soul trying to transcend the miseries and heartaches of life, while at the same time expressing the universal human desire for joy and happiness. It tells the joys and sorrows of the peasants and the fishing folks. Today, Sega and it’s beat are a part of every Mauritian’s life.

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Even Shrek joins in the joyful sega  …..

An accurate description of the enticing dance is given by Naiya Sivaraj who witnessed it :

We had heard that there was to be a sega dance performance on the beach facing the Trou aux Biches resort.

We’re soon sitting there, watching a bonfire being built on the sands. Like us, most of the audience are couples and I can see why. Fireside dancing combined with a glorious sunset is romance itself. Just when the sky is highlighted in gold and reds, there is a pounding of drums in the distance and the crowd perks up as it grows louder. The closer it gets, the more haunting it sounds. The sight is spectacular. Almost as an addition to the painted twilight, the shadow of two catamarans floating. Lit torches with lusty singing accompany the troupe’s entry. The unexpected appearance thrilled the spectators.

The women dressed in striking colourful flowered outfits of tiny blouses, and ruffled, flowing skirts are moving their hips sensually to the music. Feet shuffling back and forth, a lithe bending of torsos and now-fiercely-now-slowly gyrating hip movements make up the sega dance. Music and dance is a great universal language. Although they don’t understand the lyrics, they appreciate the rhythm; the hypnotic beat has crept into the crowd and soon several members of the audience has eagerly joined in like in a trance.

After the half-hour performance, I met the dancers for a curious chat. The origin of the word ‘sega’ is relatively unknown 18-year-old Veronique tells me; it goes back to the early 1800s when it was referred to as the “chega” or “tchega”. While mostly derived from Mozambique, the rhythm is definitely all African – strong, throbbing, reminiscent of its great, vast jungles and plains. Brought into Mauritius and the other Indian Ocean islands by African slaves, the sega was perhaps performed at nights to drive away the hopeless pining for their lost homes. That pain is still mirrored in the music, although the movements have evolved into something more lively and fun. During the colonial times, the sega was forbidden, as was everything else for slaves. After a long day working in the sugarcane fields, they would gather in the midst of their huts to make music. If caught at it, they were often whipped or locked away. The song of exile, the song of their life, had to turn into the song of death. Soon, it was merely used for mourning during funeral rites

Over the years, with the exit of the colonialists, the sega turned into a form of amusement, and more often a dance of seduction and courtship. Just as in the old days, Créole communities get together often when the elders watch fondly over their youngsters courting. Single men and women move together, whirling and swaying their hips suggestively, while rarely touching each other. “on every island, it is of a slightly different form” Veronique adds. Just as it is hearty and animated here, it is of a slower, unhurried pace in the Seychelles and Rodrigues.

That evocative drumbeat so synonymous with the sega comes from a flat drum called the ‘ravane’ which is a circular piece of wood covered with cured goatskin; and with the ‘maravane’, a kind of tambourine, a wooden frame filled with seeds, pebbles or shells (both of which take a lot of patience and time to craft). Outside influence is there of course; other cultures like Indian have seeped in, so sometimes the violin or the accordion is used as well. Even as several instruments have been lost to time, the music remains ancient and has been passed on from generation to generation.

The heartache of somebody was once echoed in those beats. Its sounds, the pain of an uprooted soul; a reverberation that suggests the deep yearning of a man who knows he has lost his complete identity forever. It has now become a content symbol of the once suppressed people. It has gone even beyond that and become truly national – African, Indian, or Creole, everyone is a part of it. In Mauritius, there goes by no occasion without the sega. This is the legacy of their forefathers, and they are going to keep it that way.

A rare glimpse of the Prime Minister of Mauritius dancing the sega, check the related link below !

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Would this sort of reading be cliche now ?  Well, to a Mauritian, no. It is heartbreakingly serious. We are losing the Tambalacoque tree very rapidly and only a dozen are believed to be still alive.

You would want to know why am I talking about a tree which is almost extinct when there are thousands of species which share the same fate. First of all, the Tambalacoque tree cannot fail to impress you with its majestic site. It is child’s dream to play around those multiple roots and vast shades of its sprawling thick branches.

Tambalacoque (formerly Calvaria major), also called the Dodo Tree, is a long-lived tree in the family Sapotaceae, endemic to Mauritius. The Dodo Tree is valued for its timber. Tambalacoque is analogous to Peach. Both have a hard endocarp surrounding the seed, but the endocarp naturally splits along a fracture line during germination.

To aid the seed in germination, botanists now use turkeys and gem polishers to erode the endocarp to allow germination.This tree is highly valued for its wood in Mauritius, which has led some foresters to scrape the pits by hand to make them sprout and grow.

In 1973, it was thought that this species was dying out. There were supposedly only 13 specimens left, all estimated to be about 300 years old. The true age could not be determined because Tambalacoque has no growth rings. Stanley Temple hypothesized that the Dodo, which became extinct in the 17th century, ate tambalacoque fruits, and only by passing through the digestive tract of the Dodo could the seeds germinate. Temple (1977) force-fed seventeen tambalacoque fruits to Wild Turkeys and three germinated. Temple did not try to germinate any seeds from control fruits not fed to turkeys so the effect of feeding fruits to turkeys was unclear. Reports made on tambalacoque seed germination by Hill (1941) and King (1946) found the seeds germinated without abrading.

Temple’s hypothesis that the tree required the dodo has been contested. Others have suggested the decline of the tree was exaggerated, or that other extinct animals may also have been distributing the seeds, such as tortoises, fruit bats or the Broad-billed Parrot. Wendy Strahm and Anthony Cheke, two experts in Mascarene ecology, claim that while a rare tree, it has germinated since the demise of the Dodo and numbers a few hundreds, not 13. The difference in numbers is because young trees are not distinct in appearance and may easily be confused with similar species. The decline of the tree may possibly be due to introduced pigs and Crab-eating Macaques and competition with introduced plants. Catling (2001) in a summary cites Owadally and Temple (1979), and Witmer (1991). Hershey (2004) reviewed the flaws in Temple’s dodo-tambalacoque hypothesis.

To me, the Tambalacoque remains my favourite tree along with the Talipot palm to grace the unique image I retain of my native island. Although the shore is fringed by beautiful Casuarinas, the island flora never failed to excite me whenever I ventured inland to see these wonders. From the giants water lilies of the Botanical gardens which can hold 4 seated men in its span, to the tall Talipot which blooms only once every 100 years !, and the Trochetia’s shy blush make me think again when I see plants left to the destructive hands of man.

Below pics of the Giant Amazon Lily in Mauritius, the Casuarina or Filaos tree as it is affectionately called, the Talipot Palm or Centenary tree, and the Trochetia. The Trochetia like the others, is endemic to Mauritius and is also the national flower. The national carrier ‘Air Mauritius’ has named its latest aircraft after it.

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Many of you reading this would be flabbergasted by this honest preference of mine. I grew up reading French comics or rather reading them in French only. Of course, I consider the Belgium ones as ‘French’ too … So, naturally I can relate better to French cartoons that DC Comics or Mangas. Over the years, I have read many others but till date, my heart skips a beat whenever I see a new French cartoon album. When I am in Paris, my most favourite place apart from many others, remains the FNAC on Champs Elysees. I spend hours drooling, relaxing, skipping, browsing, reading and just taking it all.

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I would not be able to enumerate the number of cartoons albums I have read nor seen on TV. But I can distinctively remember my first read. It was a Tintin. A revelation ! A pleasure to inhabit my psyche for many years to come. It was ‘Tintin au Pays du Congo’. There was born probably my first love for graphism. I remember the glossy hard cover and the inside cover’s vignettes. It was written in such simple French that it was like seeing the scenes alive with the direct, fuss free illustrations. I marveled at the eccentricities of Captain Haddock, and loved Tintin’s dog, Snowy or Milou as I prefer it in French. I discovered with eager interest and complete devotion all the other titles gulping them down with avidity each time I could lay hand upon them. From the mutiple adventures that Tintin followed as a reporter, I learnt many aspects of other countries along side. I did not need to learn how to read from an encyclopeadia to know that there were Opium parlours in China, that the ancient Aztecs worshipped the sun, that there was oil in Iraq, that the Zappatas ruled by booze, cigars and guns. I find this account of Dom Doly similar to mine:

To most adults, therefore, Tintin is living the “never grow up” dream, the sort of life bereft of responsibilities, financial worries and basic drudgery to which we all aspired before reality set in. As a kid, however, I’m pretty sure that this wasn’t the appeal – I just loved reading about Tintin’s globetrotting. I travelled the world through his pages, taking in every gloriously exotic detail, every curious foreign trait. A vast part of my passion for travelling and exploration comes from having devoured so many of these extraordinary foreign adventures. At the age of seven, I used to have a huge map of the world up on my bedroom wall in Beirut, and I would put pins into every recognisable destination that Tintin had visited. I would tell anyone who cared to listen that one day, I too would visit these places.

On my travels, I’ve lost count of the times that I’ve been in some far-flung destination, suddenly had this weird feeling of dejà vu, and realised that I was experiencing a Tintin flashback. There was Prague in the early 1990s – I was a diplomat there for a while and kept seeing striking similarities in both the architecture and the politics between Czechoslovakia and Syldavia, the East European setting for King Ottokar’s Sceptre. I even came across the tomb of a King Ottokar in the capital’s cathedral.

When travelling in China, I found myself in a small town two hours south of Beijing, in a Herge street scene straight out of the pages of The Blue Lotus. One of the little shops on the street was even selling a wooden statue of Snowy, Tintin’s dog. The shopkeeper had no idea who Snowy or Tintin were, it was just a weird coincidence. Obviously, I bought it, and the statue now sits in my loo as a reminder of the weird connections that travel so often throws up.

The really extraordinary thing is that Herge, Tintin’s creator, had never actually travelled abroad when he was writing the books. He was an obsessive hoarder of photographs, newspaper clippings and drawings, and he used them to make every detail of the books completely authentic. Every car, uniform or building depicted in the stories were painstakingly researched, and this helped to bring hyperreality to the adventures. Is it possibly this detached view of the world that allowed him to make absolutely everywhere seem so desirable and attractive to me? If he had actually macheted his way through insect-ridden swamps or seen African poverty in its rawest form, then maybe the books would have been more politically correct but somehow less magical.

Tintin in the Congo has recently come under a lot of flak for its depiction of the Africans as dim-witted colonial subjects, and for Tintin’s wholesale slaughter of almost every animal he encounters. I happen to agree with the criticism. I understand why it would have been written as it was at the time. But I’ve started to read Tintin to my six-year-old daughter Parker, and I can’t quite square why someone so obviously good and “nice” behaves so oddly in the Belgian Congo. She’s a little too young for lessons on the excesses of European colonial rule, so we’ve just avoided this one so far.

On the plus side, she has become fascinated, as I was, by all the countries that Tintin visits, and currently wants to go to Nepal to find the Yeti (one of the adventures that I haven’t done yet, so I’m up for it, we just have to ask Mum).

Tintin’s travels have always seemed to me to be in the same vein as early James Bond, in that each story unfolds in some exotic global environment as yet unsullied by mass tourism. As with Bond, I’ve often tried to think of places that Herge didn’t cover. Bond covered most of the British Empire, although I think that we have yet to see an adventure in either Australia or New Zealand. Herge also ignored Australia and New Zealand (apart from commencing an ill-fated flight from Sydney in Flight 714), but manages to cover most of the rest of the world. If you ever see Tintin sitting next to you on a plane, get off immediately. It’s very rare that he ever steps on to one without something exciting happening to him. I guess airport security was a little less taxing in his day.

As a kid, however, I’m pretty sure that this wasn’t the appeal – I just loved reading about Tintin’s globetrotting. I travelled the world through his pages, taking in every gloriously exotic detail, every curious foreign trait. A vast part of my passion for travelling and exploration comes from having devoured so many of these extraordinary foreign adventures.

Recently, my living in Vietnam gave  another little surprise !. Here, there is a fascination of Tintin. They exist in all forms of tourist objects from tshirts, embroidered fine linen to lacquer paintings. Probably, the remnants of a past French colonial past. It is translated among many other things into lacquer paintings, a technique that the Vietnamese have mastered over the centuries. It is the only country known in the world which still uses traditional natural sap resin to make lacquer, unlike many Asian countries which have been taken over by synthetic dyes and chemicals. One can find all the best of Tintin illustrations reproduced in fine lacquer here. They exist in a few sizes, but the A4 and A3 sizes are the most popular as they can be heavy, being mounted on board. Should I say that I own a couple modestly ? . They are 2 small A4 sizes, handy to take with us when we leave.

If you want to buy any of Tintin’s lacquer, drop me a word.

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The biggest thrill came when I first saw an animated film of Tintin. It was that of ‘Tintin et le temple du soleil’. Pure Bliss.

Who can deny the peals of laughter that enlivened our days when we read the adventures of Tintin and his companions.

Next on my list came the famous cowboy who can shoot quicker than his shadow ! Yes, weare talking of Lucky Luke.

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Jolly Jumper, Ma Dalton, Dalton Brothers and Rantanplan featuring regularly in Lucky Luke’s adventures were rich of life in the Far West. My initial response was that of getting used to the elaborate details that the illustrations came with. Gone was the sobriety and visual simplicity that was present in Tintin. Dynamism and loud noise ruled in Lucky Luke. But the lonesome cowboy walking down the sunset triggered a nostalgic feeling wach time the chapter closed on an adventure. Ready to discover the next.

But my ribs tickled more with Asterix and Obelisk. The lovable contrasting duo of two of the most famous Gauls.

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Asteris brought me the love good natured humour and friendship. Every time I am in Brittany ( ancient Gaul ), I adore visiting the menhirs or dolmens. Walking in the woodland areas, I always fantasise that I will see a running boar being chased by Obelix. O also think of Becassine, another of my favourite cartoon character based on the typical Breton maid. And the magic of the medicinal herbs and ingredients of the magic potion tickles my spine when I am in Wales. Another Celtic country sharing the same family root as the Gauls. The land of Merlin. All things said, I think each and every account and details of my favourite comic books still inhabit me and would always travel with me.

I cannot fail to mention Iznogoud, the Grand Vizir of El Haroun, the Calife who tries incessantly at attempting at the latter’s life to claim his throne. Good versus evil all punctuated with infectious humour makes Iznogoud of my fail free potion of lift me up comic books.

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My Mum told me I chuckled merrily when she first gave me my beach bath ….

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Looks like I do till now. I love the sea. I am a true islander. Happiest when I am by the beach and the sea. Nothing else matters, life seems restful and all seems to come back to order. Being born in Mauritius, I could only follow the nation’s favourite pasttime. Picnicking at the beach, call it a day, a public holiday, a celebration, Mauritians will find any opportunity to be by the beach.

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The whole family spends langorous, hedonistic and lazy hours under the shade of the casuarina trees swayed by the gentle breeze nimbling at delicious snacks in between runs of swimming in the lagoon. Wet and sticky with sand, everyone’s pleasure is tolling day long on the stretches of gorgeous beaches Mauritius is famous for. And to the more adventurous, comes the snorkeling. Yet to the more adventurous, diving takes a special place depending on time one can devote to follow this passion.

Mauritius undoubtedly shares the reputation of one of the most sought after and reputed diving spots on this planet. What makes this distinction ? Well, the rich variety of marine life, the crystal clear water, the temperature, and the accessibility ticks all the right boxes to a memorable diving experience. I spent all my childhood and adolescence by the beach. I learnt swimming quite late though, at 12 years old. Since then, I took part in many national competitions and won a few too.  But my dream was to be able to dive. And to start, I tried my  first snorkeling … it was a disaster ! I choked, spat, drank sea water … and my eyes hurt and burnt for some days. However, my first diving experience was painless. It was like anticipating agony at the dentist and it turns out to be smooth and eventless. My first initiation was given to me by a friend who now runs the first diving centre on the island.

It is nothing equal to any terrestrial experience. I saw a yellow and black sea eel ( below is a picture showing, but its not mine, courtesy to Nautilus), and shoals of simmering fish in a multitude of colours which all …. seemed a bit blurred and grey at first. But later, it was joy. A feeling of awe, intense euphoria with that frustrating and exploding sense of wanting to shout without being able to.

Scuba divers in Mauritius are spoilt for choice of dive sites. There are numerous dive sites strewn all over the island. Beginners can start at the shallow side of the ocean whereas experienced divers can head straight for the more adventurous dive sites such as cliffs, caverns, reefs, pinnacles and wrecks. One of the well-known and popular dive sites in Mauritius is the Cathedral that is located off the Flic en Flac on the western coast of Mauritius. Other dive sites in Mauritius include the Whale Rock and Roche Zozo that is an underwater rock pinnacle and the submerged crater near Ile Ronde.

Can’t wait to get my paddlers on again this Summer ….. Some nice pics at this site, click to see them : Panoramio

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This post is due. One long year late, but here it is, for other subjects to follow.

Our holiday last Summer in St Maarten was memorable from all the other ones we have had in the Caribbeans. First, because it was a real holiday this time and not a stop over between work. And secondly, we were going to spend it  with our French friends Christian and Michele. ‘ De bons vivants’ as we would say ..

For those who can get a bit confused about the islands in the Caribbeans, here is short apercu :

The island of Sint Maarten-Saint Martin is the smallest land mass in the world to be shared by two different nations. Only 37 square miles are owned by France and the Netherlands Antilles.

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Cliffs at Cupecoy Beach
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Sonesta Maho Beach Resort
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Mullet Bay Beach

The French territory covers about two thirds of the island and is technically a part of Europe and the European Community. The Dutch side is a member island of the Netherlands Antilles and part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, but not considered European territory. There is no real border, just modest monuments and signs. The island is known as an almost perfect holiday environment; beaches and nightlife are spectacular, shopping and dining the best in the Caribbean.

To get a feel of the area covered by St. Martin, multiply 6 miles by 6 miles. You got already 36 square miles… But not to worry, this is the biggest small island in the world. Without visiting, its impossible to imagine the variety of landscape, cultures and entertainment to be found here. St. Martin just doesn’t FEEL that small… Its central mountain range provides for a rugged and interesting terrain, with winding roads up and down the hills, through small villages and still plenty of untouched land.

The Caribbean’s largest lagoon is the Simpson Bay Lagoon, landlocked with the exception of two narrow channels with draw bridges. The Lagoon is large enough to have a real sail and is home to a giant fleet of yachts, which are either berthed in one of the luxury marinas or anchored in the sheltered waters. St. Maarten has become the yachting center of the Caribbean, home port to some of the world’s most outrageous megayachts.

St. Martin is the ultimate micro cosmos, home to residents from over 90 different nations. The island broke out of the Antillean group of third-world economies and societies and became the exiting, active, bustling economic center of the Northeastern Caribbean. To be sure, there are problems associated with its rapid growth, but there are also stunning success stories to be told.

Our stay was a daily routine of booze, swimming, beach bathing, lunch, dinner and water sports with beautiful company in the most delightful environment we can ask for. Not to forget the Rum ! From Appero to cocktail, it is present all the time. Our friends introduced us to Maryse who brew her own with local exotic fruits. They macerate in the delightful concoctions for a couple of years before they are ready to bottled. We enjoyed the ‘Rum Bois Bande’ and ‘Love Potion’ … No comments.

Here are our friends on the terrace with Maryse in her magnificient villa overlooking the bay set in a lush tropical garden.

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But before I forget, there is one tremendous thing we experienced there and in Bahamas. That of watching a plane land on almost our head. No Kidding, it is a favourite past time on the island, and everyone knows the arrivals timetable there, as business on the beach gets roaring. Crazy surfers even wait for the blast to get blown away …You can get an idea from this clip behind the landing strip of Juliana Airport :

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For over three decades, Chevron chose profit over people.

While drilling in the Ecuadorian Amazon from 1964 to 1990, Texaco – which merged with Chevron in 2001 – deliberately dumped more than 18 billion gallons of toxic wastewater, spilled roughly 17 million gallons of crude oil, and left hazardous waste in hundreds of open pits dug out of the forest floor. To save money, Texaco chose to use environmental practices that were obsolete, did not meet industry standards, and were illegal in Ecuador and the United States.

The result was, and continues to be, one of the worst environmental disasters on the planet. Contamination of soil, groundwater, and surface streams has caused local indigenous and campesino people to suffer a wave of mouth, stomach and uterine cancer, birth defects, and spontaneous miscarriages. Chevron has never cleaned up the mess it inherited, and its oil wastes continue to poison the rainforest ecosystem.

Today, 30,000 Ecuadorians are demanding justice in a landmark class action lawsuit. Despite Chevron’s repeated efforts to sabotage the trial, an independent court-appointed expert recently deemed Chevron responsible for up to $27 billion in damage.

It is time for shareholders, consumers, and the public to hold Chevron accountable for its actions. Click here to learn more about the history of Chevron’s “Rainforest Chernobyl”, or visit the Take Action section to learn how to get involved in the fight for justice in the Amazon!

About the Campaign

The School-in-a-Box has become part of the UNICEF standard response in emergencies, used in many back-to-school operations around the world. The kit contains supplies and materials for a teacher and up to 80 students, if taught in double shift classes of 40. The purpose of the kit is to ensure the continuation of children’s education in the first 72 hours of an emergency. 

In addition to the basic school supplies, such as exercise books, pencils, erasers and scissors, the kit also includes a wooden teaching clock, wooden cubes for counting and a set of three laminated posters (alphabet, multiplication and number tables). The kit is supplied in a locked aluminium box, the lid of which can double as a blackboard when coated with the special paint included in the kit. Using a locally developed teaching guide and curriculum, teachers can establish makeshift classrooms almost anywhere.

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The contents of the kit are culturally neutral, can be used anywhere in the world, and are often supplemented by locally purchased products, such as books in local languages, toys, games and musical instruments. Exercise books are printed without margins, so that children who write from left to right or from right to left can use them. Another version of the kit, without the lockable box, the School-in-a-Carton, is also available, as is a replenishment kit.

School-in-a-Box: Guidelines for use [PDF] 

Kit “L’Ecole-en-Boite”: Guide D’Utilisation [PDF] 

La Caja-Escuela: Guia de Uso [PDF] 

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SRI LANKA: Sports equipment and other games from a UNICEF Recreation Kit are distributed to children at a relief camp for people displaced by the tsunami.

The Recreation Kit

It is now widely appreciated that sport is an effective trauma therapy for children displaced by war and natural disasters. The Recreation Kit is designed to provide that therapy, as a result of experience gained during several emergencies. The kit is suitable for up to 90 children, who can participate in team sports and games under the guidance of a teacher. It includes balls for several types of games, coloured tunics for different teams and a measuring tape for marking play areas and a whistle and scoring slate. Following a gender analysis of the kit, and in light of UNICEF’s priority of girls’ education, additional items aimed at encouraging physical activity and sport amongst girls have also been added.

The selection of play materials stocked in the Supply Division warehouse has been reduced considerably, as more good-quality toys have become available at the local level. A limited number of play materials are stocked for emergency purposes, but the Division’s technical experts have identified a number regional sources of imaginative play materials for young children, that can be utilized when a need arises.

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Our posting in Vietnam landed us in the capital city of  Hanoi. Too much to say and yet too little of what can be said about this enigmatic city.

Check the pictures for yourself  at trekearth they are incredible !

Enjoy !

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What legacy are we leaving behind ?

Today is the World Environment Day.

World Environment Day is observed annually in more than 100 countries, and is one of the most popular days on the United Nations calendar. It is an opportunity to raise awareness and promote action on national environmental issues. Every year, a different host city is nominated, allowing various countries to showcase the positive things being done nationally, regionally and internationally to promote sustainable practices and reduce the impacts of climate change.

Thinking of it, our environment is closely tied with the delicate balance protecting it for our future and the eradication of poverty. Environmental issues do not spring alone with industrial wastes or a rapid urbanised lifestyle. It touches the core of this millennium’s tar. Poverty.

Poverty is frought with lack of awareness and basic facilities leading to an unhealthy environment. Like in many parts of the world, children are the worst hit by poverty and pollution.  Child Labour annd street violence also come to the fore. The recent flick of ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ gave a glimpse of millions of children living in states of poverty. But we can only hope that we would not end up in a world like shown in Pixar’s Wall E.

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In Timore Leste, we encountered this familiar scene where kids are garbage collectors. The littered beaches offer a good hunting ground and many of the kids have had to face the trauma of treading on those beaches where the recent conflict saw their families, friends and close ones being killed in front of their own eyes.

Reflecting upon it brings back a not so far episode I have encountered. It was in Timor Leste.

“Hello Mister ! Hey Mister ! !.”

We are greeted by a bunch of kids running towards us while we enter the compound of Dili 2001 hotel’s compound after a long day’s work. This is where we live, as there is little accommodation left after the conflict ridden country. Most of the public infrastructure and houses have been burnt down to ground. The hotel is made up of a compilation of containers and prefabricated structures by some Chinese Singaporean entrepreneurs who found an business opportunity in the leanest time.

The people of Timor-Leste are friendly and you never feel uncomfortable walking the streets, most of the local children are keen to say hello, “hey Mister, hey Mister” is often heard shouted from within groups of kids playing along the streets and the parks, they smile and wave and there’s often the odd hi-five.

The beach in Dili is always bustling with activity in the morning.

Fishermen from Atauro Island camp on the beach in front of the parliament building in Dili and sell their fish by hanging it it trees alongside the road.

It is pretty normal for buyers to hang their fish from the side view mirror or windshield wipers so the fish doesn’t stink up the car.

Jose, Melita and Rosa cross the road to go to the beach for their daily chores…. or should I say work ?

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They may earn 1 $ if they are lucky to find the right amount of garbage. This money will feed an average family of 5 or 6, sometimes more.

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Nearly 40 – 50% children among working-children are street children. These children survive by begging, stealing, shoe polish, street performance, collecting scraps, street selling and other. Some, particularly girls, get involved into the flesh trade. The majority of children on the streets in developing countries are rural migrants. Children migrate with their parents and as a result of worst economical condition of parents, get involved into odd jobs. Some percentage comes alone to urban cities due to bad environment in their own home such percentage is less. Major percentages of such children get addicted to use of drugs and their main work is scrap collection or stealing. With girls it is serious issue as rural poor illiterate parents abandon girl child to end up life in brothel or street prostitution and of them some escape to streets begging, scrap collection and finally end up as prostitutes. In developing countries; girl child is considered as disgrace in poor illiterate orthodox uncivilized families. Nearly half of street beggars and garbage collectors are girl children. Most such girls are neglected by parents as are considered burden on them.

Urban children who turn as street children are 10% to 20% of working children. Family economical condition or unpleasant abusive environment or abandoned by parents or mental disorder are the major reason for them to leave home. Number of street Children on account of unpleasant abusive parents in Brazil, India, Cambodia, U.K, U.S.A, and Mexico are extremely high.

Aggressive Movies and TV channel environment too has contributed spoiling children to source money through ugly street jobs for drug addiction; become street children. Also friend circle or family alcoholic habit stimulates children to taste such life.

Helping Brazilian children whose lives revolve around garbage dumps

Helma Maas

Angélica is a 10-year-old girl whose unemployed parents left the countryside five years ago to go to the city of Olinda in the northeastern Brazilian state of Pernambuco.

Circumstances forced the family to the garbage dump of Olinda, where they constructed a home from pieces of cardboard and plastic. It is there amongst the food and trash unwanted by others that Angélica and her two younger sisters have lived, played and worked. Thanks to a local effort which is part of a year-old national campaign called “Children in the Garbage Dumps: Never Again,” Angelica is going to school and her little sisters are attending a creche.

For most people in developed economies, the image of 45,000 children living and working in garbage dumps is almost impossible to visualize. In most rich countries, there is a healthy and sustainable treatment of solid waste and child labour does not exist. In Brazil, healthy and sustainable treatment of solid waste is a relatively new and very complicated issue. Part of the issue is the dependence by many poor families on the collection and sale of recyclable trash for their survival.

Thousands of young children and adolescents were found four years ago to be working in garbage areas in 1,956 of the country’s 5,507 municipalities. They do this to contribute to their families’ meager income. Solutions to this problem must thus include finding viable alternatives for these children and their families, and changing the attitudes of people in the communities in which they live and work

The dump in Olinda consists of several mountains of garbage. In 1997, there were 350 children and teenagers who worked with their parents at the dumpsite. When a municipal garbage truck arrives to dump its waste, the children, adolescents and adults who live and work there rush to the new heap of trash to pick out what can be used or sold. There is a lot of competition, and you have to be fit and fast to get to there first. The work is dangerous and some children have lost limbs due to accidents with the trucks and other heavy equipment. Whenever something edible is found, it is eaten.

The high incidence of children living and working in the garbage dumps called for intervention. UNICEF’s work in waste disposal dates back to 1991 when an environmental education project was introduced in Rio Branco in the Amazon area of Brazil. The work quickly expanded to other areas. In Olinda, where Angélica lives, UNICEF began in 1992 a collaboration with the city government and several non-governmental organizations to discuss health and education rights, environment care and income generation.

Taking children out of a garbage dump is easier said than done. The children were contributing, however little, to their parent’s income. Older children sometimes made 15 reals (US$ 1.05) per day, which is as much as most adults, while the little ones sometimes didn’t contribute more than one real per day. (One real is worth about 70 US cents.) In Brazil, where many people don’t even earn the minimum wage (which is currently 151 reals per month), every real is invaluable. To stimulate parents to send their children to school and also attend after-school activities, the family needs to be compensated for the loss of the children’s income.

With financial and technical support from UNICEF, the non-governmental organization CEAS Urbano has worked in several ways. It has helped the adult informal garbage workers – called catadores do lixo – to form an association. This cuts out the middlemen so that they can sell directly to the paper, glass and plastic industry. The average income per family increased, with some families now earning more than two times the monthly minimum wage. The children of the catadores were provided a safe place to play and learn. In 1998, the adolescents helped renovate a building now used as a youth centre and a pre- and after-school centre for young children. Lessons in dance, music, puppetry, and producing art from recyclable goods – such as papier-mache baskets – are provided. Nearly all the children between 7 and 14 years old are now enrolled in school. At the youth centre, they receive extra help with their homework. In addition, the government provides the families with a “school scholarship” of 25 reals (US$ 1.75) each month for every each child enrolled in school.

An interesting and complex aspect of this issue is how these children integrate with other children not living in or near the garbage dumps. Children living in garbage dump sites have not been brought up in the same environment as middle and upper class children. This is reflected in their lack of confidence and self-esteem. Sometimes, the children between 14 and 17 have an especially difficult time, because they have never gone to school and can’t get used to sitting next to a 7-year-old who may know more than they do.

In Olinda, a special group has been formed for these adolescents, to discuss various issues of special interest to them, and which includes AIDS education. On the other side, middle-class students – and often the teachers themselves – may not welcome these children and adolescents into the classrooms. They are encouraged to understand the background of these children and to integrate them fully into the classroom setting.

The youngest children of the catadores are going to a crèche. One creche, Sal da Terra (Salt of the Earth, supported by a Swiss NGO) is located in one of the slums next to the garbage dump and provides nutritious food and care to 60 babies and toddlers. Another crèche, run by a church, also caters to children of catadores.

The experience in Olinda is one of many throughout the country. Much has been learned in the past decade. Simply removing children and their families from garbage dumps is ineffective. Either they will return or others will come to replace them. Successful resolution to the problem of solid waste must include the participation of the communities and families themselves and of course the government at federal, state and local levels; NGOs; private companies; the schools; workers’ unions; and so forth. In June 1999, a national forum on waste and citizenship was held. Exactly one year later, the national campaign, Children in Garbage Dumps: Never Again, was launched amidst great publicity and high hopes.

Today, in July 2000, an initial assessment indicates that the issue of waste disposal is more widely discussed and better understood than before. In addition to ten specific waste-site projects, UNICEF plays a major role in stimulating discussion and partnerships and in training government and NGO and other partners.

Back in Olinda, Angélica’s little sisters go to a crèche where they are properly fed. Angélica for the first time in her life is going to school, along with other children whose parents are working in the garbage business. The families are now living in houses built by the government and the catadores have organized themselves into an association.

Much more remains to be done. Though about 1,500 children of Brazil’s catadores have been enrolled in school in the past year, too many more – at least 43,000 – still play, eat, work and sleep in the waste of others.

A robot named WALL-E who is designed to clean up a waste -covered Earth far in the future. Throughout the 21st century, Earth was governed by the Buy n Large megacorporation (BnL), causing mass consumerism and covering the planet in trash by 2105. In an attempt to resolve the situation, Earth’s population was evacuated on fully automated luxury BnL spaceliners to spend five years on a cruise in space while an army of trash compactor robots named WALL-E were left behind to clean the planet. This plan failed, however, when in 2110 the planet was deemed too toxic to ever support life again, forcing humanity to remain in space indefinitely. Stanton felt the moral of the film was “Irrational love defeats life’s programming.” He continued “That’s a perfect metaphor for real life. We all fall into our habits, our routines and our ruts, consciously or unconsciously to avoid living. To avoid having to do the messy part. To avoid having relationships with other people, of dealing with the person next to us. That’s why we can all get on our cell phones and not have to deal with one another.” Stanton noted many commentators placed emphasis on the environmental aspect of humanity’s complacency in the film, because “that disconnection is going to be the cause, indirectly, of anything that happens in life that’s bad for humanity of the planet”.Are we humans rendering our planet uninhabitable? I thought the idea was still controversial in polite society, but apparently it’s hit the mainstream — at least enough to form the premise of a Disney/Pixar animated blockbuster: Wall-E.

Wall-E’s setting is essentially a modernization of the tradition of 1984, Brave New World : here’s a scary and weird possible future for humanity. The presentation of this whole new genre of stories about how human society is going to evolve in the next fifty-to-a-hundred years (given climate change, diminishing fossil fuels, etc.). Albeit its humour, the scenario is all meant to be taken as something that could seriously happen in the future. Yet it’s amusing to see how much social commentary there is in it.
Everyone reading this is probably aware of the precarious position we’re in. Global warming is proceeding faster than the worst projections, and it’s not just a question of everyone feeling a little warmer. Small changes in climate can have dramatic effects on the worlds ecosystems that have already been fragilized to the breaking point by human use. Changes in weather patterns can change storm patterns, destroying not only human habitations (such as New Orleans), but also potentially devastating shallow-water ecosystems such as coral reefs that form a key component of the ocean life systems that we humans rely on for food. Similarly, as if the lungs of the Earth (the tropical rainforests) weren’t already in enough peril from direct destruction by humans, human-induced climate change may well finish the job.

But we can solve this, right?

If you look around at our modern marvels, it would appear that we humans can create anything that we can possibly imagine. Unfortunately, these miracles are built on more than just human ingenuity and the shoulders of giants — they’re also built on a gigantic trust fund of free energy that we happened to find buried in the Earth’s crust. And at the rate we’re going, we’ll have it spent within a generation or so. World peak oil production is right around the corner (if we haven’t already passed it), and worldwide demand for energy is going nowhere but up. We’re nowhere near getting ourselves weaned off of fossil fuels, and — given our society’s dependence on energy-intensive activities such as agriculture and transportation of food and people — it’s not clear the Earth minus its oil reserves will be able to support our population of six billion (and growing).

Part of the problem is increased energy consumption in the “developing world.” Naturally people want to emulate the (currently) rich countries, and unfortunately they’re doing it by making the same mistakes. Developing countries will be in a better position in the long run if they can manage to skip the dead-end step of refitting their cities to be more “car-friendly.” But moving towards sustainability will probably require widespread literacy and education, goals that can’t be accomplished simply or overnight.

Even apparently sustainable activities like agriculture and drinking fresh water aren’t as sustainable as you might hope. Irrigation-based farming can lower the (fresh) water table and affect the quality of the soil in just a few seasons. Overgrazing can harm plant life beyond its ability to recover, and the resulting erosion does the rest. Sure, with effort humans can make the desert bloom, but for how long? And what will it look like afterward? The deserts have spread and expanded over the past few millennia of human use, even without the current global warming catastrophe to speed things up. It’s true that modern industrial farming techniques have changed all the rules about how much food humans can produce per acre, but unfortunately this technological miracle (not only in terms of machinery but also in terms of chemical fertilizers and pesticides) is largely based on inexpensive petroleum. (This is why I’m wary of “biofuels” as a solution to our energy problems — a moment’s reflection should make it clear that “biofuels” are nothing more than an incredibly inefficient and environmentally costly type of solar power.)

So are we capable of re-orienting our society towards something reasonably sustainable? I think we could if every human on the planet were to make sustainability a life-or-death priority. Yet — while we humans are capable of surviving and adapting to amazing hardships when we have to — it seems we’re incapable of making even minor lifestyle changes for an intangible like “future generations.”

Even if we see that investments in energy efficiency today can save us a lot in the long run, it’s not clear we have the capacity to make any kind of real investments. People keep saying that Obama will have difficulties if the economy gets worse. I ask what do they mean “if”? Energy will become a lot more expensive, and we have no particular reason to project any respite. Meanwhile U.S.-style sprawl means that U.S. cities require several times as much energy per capita to run than their Asian and European counterparts. Then there’s the economic crisis. The U.S. economy today is largely based on debt-fueled consumer spending, with an enormous trade deficit. I don’t see how this can be viewed as a viable long-term economic strategy, yet the common wisdom still says that as long as we can keep “consumer confidence” (hence consumer spending) up, then everything will go back to normal, and the U.S. will continue to be an economic powerhouse indefinitely.

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A must watch !

A friend sent this link to us and I have watched it over and over again.

Yann Arthus and Jean Luc Besson teamed up for this production and had a worldwide release on the WED but strange enough, it appeared on no news channels. This why you need to watch it and reflect upon the beauty and fragility of our planet. Pass it around to reach the maximum amount of viewers. This is no hollywood flick and did not get geared by mega marketing arsenals.

It is just an artist’s view of our world. It is pure and raw beauty !

Enjoy !

Thank you Mic.

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A huge thank you to all of you who visited this blog and helped it to its 1000 hits.

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Uriel

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In Christianity, one of the 7 archangels, Uriel plays a role in the rescue of Jesus’ cousin John the Baptist from the massacre of the innocents. He carries John and his mother Saint Elizabeth to join the Holy Family after their Flight into Egypt. Their reunion is depicted in Leonardo da Vinci’s Virgin of the Rocks. From medieval Jewish mystical traditions, Uriel is also the Angel of Sunday and the Angel of Poetry.

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Azrael

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The archangel of death in Islam also equated with the angel of death in Judeo-Christian traditions and sometimes more commonly known as the grim reaper. He has 4 faces to watch over the 4 cardinal points of the earth, he has 4000 wings, and his whole body consists of eyes and tongues, the number of which corresponds to the number of people inhabiting the earth, he will be the last to die, recording and erasing constantly in a large book the names of men at birth and death.

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Gabriel

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In Christianity and Islam, Gabriel prophesied the birth of Jesus. He is regarded by Muslims as the intermediary between God and Muhammad in revealing the Qur’an, where he is known as Jibril. Believing in angels is one of the six Articles of Faith in Islam. In Mormonism he was both Noah in his mortal existence and Gabriel in the realms of heaven. Gabriel is mentioned only twice in the New Testament, the passage “I am Gabriel, who stand before God” (Luke 1:19), have led some to think that he must belong to the highest rank, however he is an archangel which is 8th in rank of the 9 orders of angels. The orders are: Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Powers, Principalities, Archangels and Angels.

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Incubus/Succubus

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These are demons, male and female respectively who inhabit people’s dreams in order to have sex with them. One such encounter with an Incubus is said to have resulted in the birth of Merlin, the wizard of Arthurian legend. The Succubus are said to be highly attractive, sustaining their life force by repeated and forced fornication in the presence of the mans wife to the point of complete exhaustion resulting in death.

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Metatron

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Metatron is primarily associated with Judaism. The Zohar (a Kabalistic work attributed to Simeon Ben Iochai) identifies him as the Angel who oversaw the exodus of the people of Israel out of Egypt. Many esoteric traditions teach that he is the scribe who takes down God’s words, it is said he has an good sense of humor, and can at times be very mischievous! Metatron is associated with the symbol of a blacksmith’s hammer, which represents the shattering of our realities, and then the forging of new ones.

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Babalon

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Referred to as The Guardian of the Abyss, The Scarlet Woman, Mother of Abominations, her place in St. John’s Book of Apocalypse (Revelation) and Enochian magic inspired occultists to elevate her to the position of the liberated woman within the Mystical system of Thelema. This culminated in a series of magical rituals known as the Babalon Working. These took place between January 4 and March 4, 1946 by Jack Parsons (the co-founder of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory JPL) and his partner and scribe Frater H. The point of these rituals was to invoke and manifest Babalon, then to conceive a child who would bring forward the aeon of Horus and the death of all religion. The success of the rituals has been debated ever since, in esoteric and occult legend. Jack Parsons died in 1952 aged 38 in an explosion at his home, and rumors have persisted of a magical working gone wrong. A crater on the far side of the moon is named after him. After the Babalon working, the scribe, Frater H, eloped with Parson’s wife and his money (a skill he became very good at). The identity of Frater H? None other than L Ron Hubbard the founder of scientology!

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Moroni

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Moroni is the name given by Joseph Smith to the angel that he claimed appeared to him several times in the 1820s. Smith believed that he was the keeper of the gold plates upon which was written, the book of Mormon. The plates were written in unusual characters, referred to as “reformed Egyptian”. Smith hid behind a blanket so no one else could see the golden tablets, and translated them into King James style English. Smith claimed that Moroni instructed Smith to use every means at his disposal to facilitate the translation including the use of a magical stone. Mormon theology says that when Smith finished the translation, the angel Moroni took the gold plates away with him to heaven. In 1826 Joseph Smith was charged with being a disorderly person and an impostor by a court in Bainbridge NY.

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Choronzon

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In Aleister Crowley’s magical system of Thelema, the serpent Choronzon is the ‘dweller’ in the Abyss, the final great obstacle between the magician and true enlightenment. Choronzon is known as the ‘Demon of Dispersion’, and described by Crowley as “a temporary personification of the raving and inconsistent forces that occupy the Abyss.” The name Choronzon though popularized by Aleister Crowley, first occurred in the Enochian records of John Dee (a consultant on many issues to Queen Elizabeth I) where Choronzon is synonymous with the serpent of the garden.

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Seraphim

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Many civilizations believe in angels, and many names have been given to the various angels. In the Judeo-Christian tradition, the Bible names only three angels that have a definite individual personality. They are Michael – Prince of Angels, Gabriel – Archangel of annunciation, resurrection, mercy, revelation and death, (Gabriel is considered by many theologians to have been female.) and Satan – The Fallen Angel. The Seraphim are said to be the highest order of angels who guard God’s throne. They are often depicted as ‘burning angels’ to represent them on fire with love for God. In the Bible Isaiah saw them as six winged beings. Tradition holds that they were the first creation of God, to enable God to know himself, through their existence and experiences.

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Lucifer

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Lucifer means “light-bearer” and it is used in various places in the Vulgate Bible as a reference to the planet Venus, a sign of the Zodiac, and “the aurora” (Job 11:17, Job 38:32, Psalm 109:3), and also, most significantly for this list, as the name of the King of Babylon (Isaiah 14:12) which is considered in Christianity to be a metaphor for the Prince of Devils (Lucifer is not considered to be the Devil’s name in Christianity – merely the state from which he fell). The use of the Morning Star metaphor is symbolic of the fall of the light-bearer – as the morning star vanishes in the daylight, so the devil fell from heaven. Interestingly, the word is also used to refer to Jesus in 2 Peter 1:19.

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As an attention-grabbing gesture, cutting off your ear is hard to beat.

It’s weird and gruesome enough for a work of crime fiction: “The Case of the Artist’s Missing Ear” as Arthur Conan Doyle might have called it. In the denouement, Sherlock Holmes could have revealed that, in fact, the bloody deed was performed by a suspicious character who was lurking at the scene: one Paul Gauguin. This is just what has been proposed in “Van Gogh’s Ear: Paul Gauguin and the Pact of Silence,” a book by Hans Kaufmann and Rita Wildegans, published in Germany.

This book, according to London newspapers the Daily Telegraph and the Guardian, asserts that Gauguin, who was staying with Van Gogh in Arles, France, as a somewhat unwilling guest, sliced off his friend’s ear with a sword during a dispute (Gauguin was a keen fencer). The two agreed to cover up the crime, for which Gauguin’s punishment might have been severe.

I don’t believe a word of it. This is not the first time it has been suggested that Gauguin might have been the aggressor in this odd art couple. The psychological motive for the suspicion is, I suspect, that many people don’t like Gauguin, and identify with the suffering Van Gogh. That’s the reverse of the effect the two men had in reality. Quite a few contemporaries liked and admired Gauguin; almost everybody, including his brother Theo when they lived together, found Van Gogh’s company unbearable.

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Doubtless Van Gogh was difficult, yet is there any solid evidence that Gauguin attacked him? No. To be fair, there aren’t many established facts in the strange case. Van Gogh never said much about the affair, possibly because he didn’t remember it well. He was unconscious and delirious in the immediate aftermath, and intermittently deranged during the remaining year and a half of his life. He shot himself in July 1890.

A local newspaper reported that at 11:30 on Dec. 23, 1888, Van Gogh handed in his severed ear at a local brothel; the recipient of the grisly parcel, a certain Rachel, was understandably upset. This story was substantiated by the policeman who investigated the incident.

Otherwise, all the first-hand information comes from Gauguin who wasn’t, admittedly, an ideal witness. Vague about facts at the best of times, Gauguin was dying and dosed with absinthe and morphine when he wrote his most detailed account. Not surprisingly, it’s full of inconsistencies and inaccuracies.

In a gripping passage, Gauguin describes how he left Van Gogh’s house that fateful evening after an argument. While crossing the square outside, he heard “a well-known step, short, quick, irregular. I turned about on the instant, as Vincent rushed forward toward me, an open razor in his hand.” Gauguin claimed he quelled the madman with a glance.

Many have doubted that happened; it may be a story Gauguin invented to absolve himself from the guilt of having deserted his poor friend. That’s plausible. But to suggest that the glittering blade was actually in Gauguin’s own hand, and that he used it on Van Gogh’s ear is a leap into wild conjecture.

The evidence, such as it is, points to Vincent. Presenting a severed ear to a local prostitute then scampering off into the night is erratic behavior, to say the least; it fits convincingly into a pattern of behavior that could encompass bizarre self-mutilation. Conspiracy theories, though, have their own allure. From now on, I’m sure that many people will firmly believe that it was Gauguin who did it.

For some obscure reasons, some of my hits have disappeared in cyber space. I was celebrating crossing over 1000 hits a couple of days ago and even since I saw the new numbers this morning – 999 !

What is this conspiracy ?

Waiting for WordPress to fix it.

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When one greets another in Vietnam, it is always about asking whether ‘ you have eaten rice?’

Rice is a sacred commodity, it is present in all forms shapes, at all occasions and at any time of the day or night.

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From disastrous times when it struggled to feed itself, Vietnam has become the world’s second-largest exporter of rice, after Thailand. Most of the rice is exported. But there is a fair bit about the local rice produced here that never gets heard of, let alone any recognition.

One of them is the rice grown in terraces in the mountainous province of Lao Cai.

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Xoi bay ma which literally translates into rainbow ice is in  fact in rainbow colours. Now, where can you get blue or purple rice ? .., and yes perfectly natural and no nasties present. The rice is a sticky variety and is commonly sold over in markets wrapped in a conical shape in bamboo leaves. They are steamed and eaten with pound roast sesame seeds, salt and peanuts. The sticky rice comes in a plethora of colours – red, violet, yellow, green, dark blue, black and  of course , ..white. All dyed with wild flowers, leaves or herbs. The local people believe that eating coloured rice brings happiness and luck all year round.

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Where’s my bowl of rice ? !

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Maybe we’re all too bored to bother saving the planet

LISA PRYOR

June 13, 2009

Boredom is going to kill us. Wait. Too dramatic. Let me put it more boringly. Boredom, and our collective inability to endure it, is going to compromise our capacity to tackle the challenges of our age in a way that is productive and conducive to progress in our society.

For more than a century, thinkers have been writing about how modern life, with its endless stimulations, actually makes boredom worse – and less easily tolerated. When the boom of the 1920s was busting, the German philosopher Martin Heidegger wrote about this, focusing on the blah of waiting hours for a train.

If only he knew how bad things would become a lifetime later. Train commuters now have to endure the tedium of watching a blue monitor as they wait as the estimated time of arrival flicks down to three minutes, then back up to four, then back down to three. All that the commuter can do to ease this torture is check emails on a mobile, skim newspaper stories about the spat between Gordon Ramsay and Tracy Grimshaw, return missed phone calls and slurp coffee from a paper cup.

Boredom has always struck the most fortunate, people with plenty to keep them occupied. In Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, Anna’s lover, Vronsky, finds himself restless and dissatisfied right when his desires are fulfilled, when he is swanning around Europe in freedom with his lady love.

“It showed him the mistake men make in picturing to themselves happiness as the realisation of their desires,” Tolstoy writes. He describes boredom, or ennui, its more glamorous and chronic cousin, as the “desire for desires”.

Are we all like this now? Easily over it? Crippled by the attention span of gnats? How ironic it is that in the very era of impatience and shrunken attention spans, the world has been confronted with a dilemma like climate change.

It is like a test God has sent us to remind us we’re idiots, because it is a problem modern society is uniquely unsuited to fixing: the worst consequences are a long way off, and we don’t care about a long way off, and the solutions are dull, and we don’t care about dull.

If climate change could be solved with a sell out-charity concert and natty fund-raising ribbons, we’d be sorted. But it doesn’t. It requires immediate action of a complex and boring nature. Negotiations over trading and credits and prices per tonne and projections. Just yesterday I fell asleep reading that the State Government has stalled on the issue of bonuses for rooftop solar panels, unsure of whether to grant home owners a gross tariff or a net tariff.

Have you noticed that when climate change activists have got into trouble for misrepresenting the issue, it is usually because they are trying to shape global warming into an issue more suited to our attention-deficit times? Appropriating the genre of before-and-after snaps of the gossip mags, only substituting melted faces with melted glaciers? Trouble over illustrating the issue of melting ice caps with sad photos of polar bears stranded on icebergs, as if climate change has robbed them of the ability to swim. Or trouble over turning disasters such as hurricane Katrina into news hooks, to show huge consequences are already upon us.

The trouble is not the lack of hard evidence but that hard evidence tends to be technical and unphotogenic, and not many media outlets do technical and unphotogenic these days.

In fact, if I was working on a public relations strategy on behalf of climate-change denialists or the fossil fuels industry, I would be concentrating on making the issue so complicated and dry that it loses traction in the wider community. Maybe this is happening already.

Sometimes spin is about sexing up an issue, but the reverse can be true. Spin can mean putting lipstick on a pig. It can also mean hiding a time bomb in a bucket of slops. I am reminded of this every time I get a letter from my bank saying its policies have changed, almost always to the detriment of the customer. The bank hides the nasty details in a little grey brochure, alongside tiny technical changes, so only the extremely vigilant look before chucking it.

Powerful interests can abuse our fear of boredom, just as effectively as they can abuse our desire for sensationalism. Maybe we have a civic duty to push through the boredom barrier.

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It is part of the way of life here, throwing and dumping everything in the river ! From domestic wastes to industrial ones, the water no longe holds even a muddy aspect, it is inderscribable. It sends shivers to the spine to think of the huge amount of toxic materials the water is carrying. And killing its wildlife with it. Without blinking an eye !

See the pics of these magnificent dolphins  here.

Mekong river dolphin near extinct: WWF

June 18, 2009

Pollution in South-East Asia’s Mekong River has pushed freshwater dolphins in Cambodia and Laos to the brink of extinction, an international conservation group said on Thursday.

The World Wide Fund For Nature said only 64 to 76 Irrawaddy dolphins remain in the Mekong after toxic levels of pesticides, mercury and other pollutants were found in more than 50 calves who have died since 2003.

“These pollutants are widely distributed in the environment and so the source of this pollution may involve several countries through which the Mekong River flows,” said WWF veterinary surgeon Verne Dove in a press statement.

The organisation said it was investigating how environmental contaminants got into the Mekong, which flows through Cambodia, Laos, Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam and the southern Chinese province of Yunnan.

The WWF added that Irrawaddy dolphins in Cambodia and Laos urgently needed a health programme to counter the effects of pollution on their immune systems.

The Mekong River Irrawaddy dolphin, which inhabits a 190-kilometre stretch in Cambodia and Laos, has been listed as critically endangered since 2004, the WWF said.

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A new report says climate change may cause vast human migrations on an order not previously experienced. The report, In Search of Shelter: Mapping the Effects of Climate Change on Displacement and Migration, was written by researchers at CIESIN, the United Nations University, and CARE International. Drawing on empirical evidence from a new survey of every continent, with original maps created by CIESIN that pinpoint potential locations of critical displacements, the report explores how climate change is already causing people to leave their homes, and details some of the specific ways displacement may occur over the next decades. For example, the report says, melting glaciers will negatively affect agricultural systems throughout Asia and contribute to the risk of flooding. Natural disasters will continue to cause short-term migration, while the breakdown of eco-system-dependent livelihoods—such as subsistence herding, farming, and fishing—will cause long-term migration. Developing countries will be most vulnerable to migration and displacement, with less capacity to implement adaptation measures.

A potential downward spiral from resulting ecological degradation and breakdown of social structures could ensue, leading to political instability which would further exacerbate population displacement. The report calls for seeing climate-related migration and displacement as global in nature, not simply isolated local crises. It aims to inform critical policy making by presenting a comprehensive discussion of the linkages between environmental change, displacement, and migration.

Be a Vegetarian !

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Believe it or not, I don’t have long, unbrushed hair. I don’t don Birkenstocks through summer, sleet and snow.  I prefer hotels to camping, am not keen on picketing outside of fast food joints.

I do, however, eat a plant-based foods diet. I’m conscious of animal products and testing associated with my toiletries and household cleaners. And I do not participate in mindful activities such as yoga and meditation, and I can prepare tofu in thirty-plus ways.

Yes, I  follow a vegetarian lifestyle.

I’m not going to lecture you on why slaughterhouses are inhumane, why pigs are friends (not food), and explain why fur is akin to wearing a carcass on your back. But I will tell you (and recent media will back me up on this) vegetarianism is one of the foremost things we can do to help the planet. I am not alone in saying that maintaining animals for food is causing more havoc on the planet than anything else. Our land, water, and air quality are all at increased risk with more and more animal-based consumption.

This past January, the Globe and Mail published an article where they hypothesized that the global demand for meat is expected to double between 2001 and 2050. This staggering increase results in obvious animal suffering, but also creates an increase in global warming and environmental issues, and negatively impacts our health. The World Cancer Research Fund has published numerous studies on how limiting consumption of red meat and avoiding processed meats results in a lower risk of all cancers, notably bowel, breast, and prostate. Not only that, a vegetarian diet is low in cholesterol, which lowers chances of obesity, diabetes, heart disease, and other ailments.

vegan-plantIn April of this year, the Pew Commission on Industrial Farm Animal Production issued a report, a fact-based, comprehensive, and balanced exploration into the farm animal industry (www.ncifap.org). It showed that manure produced by animal confinement facilities is three times that of human output. This manure makes its way into our water, soil, and air, containing pesticides, antibiotics, hormones, and heavy metals. Sure, we can control these in some areas; however, the utmost diligence will not protect us from it leeching into our water system, careening its way via transport of smog, and fertilized into our vegetables. Tests on air quality resulted in toxic answers: gasses and substances such as human pathogens are commonly found in the air we breathe.

Our water supply is also greatly affected by animal production. Between cleaning procedures and animal feed, the ratio equates to approximately 2500 gallons of water to 1 pound of meat; conversely, soy requires 250 gallons per pound of meat, and wheat 25 gallons.

The cause of global warming is based on the greenhouse effect, which is in turn cased by carbon dioxide from fossil fuels. These emissions leak from the degradation of waste, buildings, and animals themselves. According to a study done in 2007 by The American Science Journal, a kilogram of beef is responsible for the equivalent amount of carbon dioxide emitted by a car every 250 kilometres, or burning a 100-watt light-bulb for approximately twenty days. One-third of fossil fuels, according to E magazine (a well-versed environmental publication), are produced by raising animals for food.  According to a study in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition, one calorie of animal protein production requires more than ten times the fossil fuel input as a calorie of plant protein, simultaneously producing ten times the carbon dioxide.

The production of animal flesh requires sixteen pounds of grain for just one pound of output. These grain resources could instead be used to feed the 800 million or so people world-wide suffering from malnutrition. Sixty million people die of starvation every year; a child starves to death every two seconds. Considering, for example, that 80 per cent of corn and 95 per cent of oats grown in the US is eaten by livestock, it’s mind-boggling why humans are left with only the remaining twenty.

The process of slaughtering animals for food is a much longer, energy-wasting process then need be: once these grains are grown, tilled, taken care of, and trucked to their factories, they are then trucked to the farms. These animals are brought to slaughterhouses, then to processing centres ─ both of which use energy for transportation and to maintain. The meat is packaged and then transported to grocery stores. Between the energy, the production of fossil fuels, and the manure, our air is tainted. Every step of this process – growing, transporting, operating, even keeping the product cold in the grocery stores ─ uses up precious energy.

It doesn’t stop here, though. Our land is also at risk; consider, for a moment, all of the areas that are bulldozed to make more room for animals and the crops needed to feed them. Rainforests, too, are in jeopardy: clear-cutting of these forests results in fewer natural resources and the extinction of thousands of species.

According to the Toronto Vegetarian Association (www.veg.ca), the average agricultural land area in North America is 1.6 hectares per person; in other countries (foremost with plant-based diets) it’s only 0.2 hectares per person. Needing only this half-acre to produce food would save vast amounts of land to protect our resources. As we speak, 53 per cent of the third largest rainforest in Papua New Guinea is vanishing, and according to National Geographic, expected to be gone by 2021. The trees that would normally play a critical role in absorbing the greenhouse gas emissions have been destroyed, increasing the severity and speed of global warming.

Combined with the aforementioned (but only briefly noted) health effects, as well as the obvious (but often ignored) animal suffering, this issue shouldn’t be taken lightly. A group of studies done in 2007 from the US National Academy of Sciences revealed that carbon dioxide emissions are rising three times faster than in the 1990s: 3 per cent per year as opposed to 1.1 per cent.agricultural-land

There are a plethora more studies, all coming to the same conclusion: less meat = less destruction on the environment. Plant-based diets use less water, less space, less CO2 output, and wreak less havoc on our earth. Canadians eat more than twice as much meat as the global average, and by reducing this –even if initially designating one meat-free day per week – will aide in combating these issues. Combine this tactic with eating locally whenever possible, reducing chemical pesticides on your own lawn and garden, and becoming mindful of your choices.

It doesn’t take an Einstein to understand the obvious benefits. Albert Einstein said it himself:  “Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances of survival of life on earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.”


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VISIONARIES WEEK 6 – BBC Series

PROGRAMME 2 EDUCATION FOR ALL BY 2020

Ray Harris – click here to listen to interview by BBC.

Ray Harris is an education specialist who is experienced in developing training programmes for educators, governments and Non-Governmental Organisations. Originally a trainer for international education in the UK, he moved to Nicaragua to run workshops on environmental education and development after being awarded by the HRM Queen Elizabeth for his work in Environment protection and animal welfare. Since then he has worked in Africa, Asia, Latin America and Europe developing teacher training activities and youth programmes. A consultant and adviser to many leading institutions, including the World Bank and, UNESCO and  UNICEF.

He is currently an advisor to the World Bank and the Ministry of Education, Vietnam.

My vision is for education for all, in terms of inclusion, in terms of challenging inequalities and making sure that, whether you are poor, whether you’re rural, whether you’re a girl, you have an equal access to good-quality education. This would be my vision. And it is achievable. Having been a teacher at primary and secondary level, having taught teachers in many countries, I realise that the quality can be achieved without a significant increase in funding. Even now, more than 110 million children – almost two-thirds of them girls in developing countries – have no access to primary education. Certainly, in terms of access, then sub-Saharan Africa would be probably top of the list.

Many factors inhibit children from going to school. Some of them are push factors and some of them are pull factors. The push factor – pushing them away from the school, if you like – is the poor quality of education generally. This would be: an irrelevant curriculum; perhaps poor sanitary facilities; and overcrowded classrooms. The second thing would be pull factors from the community, where children are needed at home or in workplaces, to maintain economic stability within the family. Many girls, for example, are used for looking after their brothers and sisters while their parents are out at work. A big initiative has been universal primary education, which is trying to encourage more children into school. The problem that has come is that the quality of the school has not improved, and the teacher training has not improved, the facilities have not improved. You will get statistics – let’s say, in Uganda – where a teacher who was teaching 50 children now may well be teaching 100 children. And it’s the numbers in school which put pressure on schools and administration. If then the school quality is improved and the educational quality is improved, this will entice and encourage more children into school.

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Recently, I’ve been working in Colombia with a programme called “Escuela Nueva”- New School. And this was a very futuristic programme, if you like. This was started in the 1970s, and was particularly focused on rural multigrade schools. The difference between Escuela Nueva and other initiatives is that it’s focused on children’s learning. So children use what’s called Learning Guides. Now a problem with rural education is that many children lose time because they’re working with their parents on harvest time and perhaps at the market. And normally they’re penalised. In Escuela Nueva it is understood that children will lose time for these rural activities. So a child, perhaps, who’s away for a week harvesting quite well away from the village may well come back and be able to pick up the Learning Guide. So the motivation is all the time on meeting children’s learning needs.

Certainly the role of the teacher will have changed. He’s helping the children to learn. And rarely will you see a teacher at the front expecting children to memorise without thinking. Teachers are encouraged to adapt the curriculum, to suit the needs of the local community. So they do get a basic core curriculum. But on top of that, they get a range of different subject areas which are relevant to that particular area. Whether it’s in the mountain or a coastal area or a coffee-growing area or a forest, there will be relevant curriculum modules that are linked to that particular environment. So that, if a community sees there’s a benefit from education, they will then fully support it. And we now see Escuela Nueva programmes in Brazil, in Paraguay, in Nicaragua, in Guatemala. And now this year we’ve been working in Madagascar and Zimbabwe.

I was at a workshop last year with a group of teachers. And these teachers are under severe pressure. They’re working in areas where you have guerrillas fighting against paramilitaries. So in fact they’re living with guns behind them. What I brought from them was just their sheer enthusiasm. They would stand up and they would say: “The reason that we continue is that we love our children.” And you couldn’t believe the passion that they were offering.

Children are our future. They have to be nurtured. And first of all we must have a change in attitude, where we value our children and we understand how children learn.

I wouldn’t be in education if I wasn’t an optimist. I am very hopeful, but I do worry about the poor, the rural and the female, who are still going to suffer inequalities for quite some time, unfortunately.

vang dalat redwine

Wine in Vietnam !!???  …. what, where, how ?

Colour: cherry red with hints of salmon hue
Aroma: red fruits, hints of grass (herbaceous notes) with some sweet spices
Palate: off dry red fruit nuances, pleasant and has an extremely short finish

Further research into this confirms that table grapes are used but the region does have some other fruits like mulberry as well. Apparently Vang Dalat also produces a peach cooler which tastes like Champagne (interesting!).

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I tasted this wine 3 years ago while hosting our first ‘house warming’ here … albeit our stay was only for 6 months. It was a Wintry evening affair, so my local shopping for wine made me pick this wine, which we were all too eager to taste ….. it troned among the proud French, Australian and Chilean wines. Its first taste hit me with surprise ! I was waiting for an almost medicinal chinese wine sort of taste. Lo ! instead it was a tangy fresh explosion of berries with a sweet honey tinge and lingering warmth. Just what I wanted to feel on that cold night.

And it grew on me … us.

What better legacy the French could have left apart from the wonderful architecture and the baguette … and yes the 12 accents of Modern Vietnamese writing !

’s hill resort of Dalat is a horticultural wonderland. The cool tropical microclimate endows its market with the best of both worlds: tropical fruits from the lower hillsides combined with more European fare from the cooler climes. Fresh strawberries sit alongside avocadoes, artichokes, beetroot and dragonfruit; with vendors keen to foist strawberry jam, cashews and the grim local grape wine upon me. Where local markets tend to be the feature that orient me in any town, Dalat’s apparent lack of clear equatorial seasonality is bewildering.

Next time on the rice wine …. rocket fuel as Anthony Bourdain calls it !

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The traffic here shocks …. intimidates. It makes sense that foreigners are not allowed to drive here, but with some papers and dongs, many now are at the wheel. At their own risk.

One thing that stands out in the traffic here is the number of female bike riders. They have graduated from bicycle riding to motorbikes. And they ride them with an ease that stuns many of us. Traffic rules do not exist here, for one, and penalties are rare. The confidence with which they ride their bikes and the sort of activities they indulge in while drving in heavy traffic …. is truly amazing !

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It is not unusual to find chatting, holding hands, texting, talking on the phone, reading, knitting, window shopping and shopping being carried out by the women bikers here. It is a way of life. There is very little left that they do not do on a bike. But the best of it should be riding the bike with a straight posture, feet clasped together as if one is in a Victorian tea lounge and wearing high heels. Stilettos are the most common. This defies any concept of a comfortable, safe and flat shoes wear of a typical biker in the West. Here, the skinnier the pair of jeans, the better. The higher the heels, the better. Many times carrying a baby and a younger child along while talking on the phone.

Safety ?! …. is an alien thought here. Style comes first.

chillies

Life for me without chillies is unthinkable.

I have chilli with almost everything I eat. The first item I ask at every restaurant is chilli …. freshly chopped if available.

Chilli is the next globally most recognisable food item after potatoes and pasta. Nowdays, with more research being done on this wonderful vegetable/fruit, more of its virtues are made known to the world. It is so potent for the immune system and for curing colds that it should become a daily prescibed item on the diet of all northern hemisphere inhabitants. Albeit to add some warmth to their cold ends, it would also lift their moods during the long Wintry days.

Mauritian chillies

My favourite chilli remains the ones from Rodrigues, the sister island of Mauritius. It is the world’s smallest known chilli and yet very very fiery. So potent that it is pickled with lime and honey to ‘calm’ down its temper and made more amicable to our stomachs. I always carry my little bottle of ‘Piments Confits Rodrigues’ whereever I go. And when I visit my island, I pickle the chillies myself with Mum’s home grown lemongrass roots, lime and Bergamot leaves. Their flavour and taste is unlike anything I have seen or tasted in the vast chilli kindgom. But I cannot get them very often and eating them daily does mean the stock gets depleted very very quickly !

Each Summer. I make it a point to get them from Galeries Lafayette Gourmet, the only place in  France where I can get the Combava chilli paste from Reunion island and our beloved Rodrigues Chillies.  Now, I should mention that this addiction to chillies is not subjective. It is a trait familiar to many tropical islanders.  Yes, we drink loads of Rum too, but the chilli thing maybe a tightly kept secret. We are each an ‘afficionado’ in our own rights by the vast amount and variety of chillies we consume in all meals. Even the humble national snack is made of chillies, it is called ‘ gateaux piments’ meaning chilli bites. You get it ? ….On Reunion island, they are called ‘Bonbons piments’ which literally translates into chilli candies. They are not candies though … Gateaux Piments has become my darling’s favourite now and there’s not a month without a gateaux piments day with cold cold beer ! By the beach even better. Not a treat we can enjoy often.

freshly made gateaux piments

freshly made gateaux piments

If you season your morning eggs with tabasco, add chili to your coffee and have no interest in having your dinner without red savina than you should make chili the next theme of your trip.

Start your spicy trip with Mexico and don’t worry about swine flu, after all, as a chilihead, you are safe – chili kills all sorts of germs.

Mexico

Chili for Mexicans is like wine for French or sushi for Japanese. In some ways it determines the culture of the country. Mexicans dry chili, marinate it, smoke it, stuff it, bake it or chop it up for salsa and, well, only God knows what else they do with it. Long before the Europeans arrived to the shores of America  Aztecs used to eat yellow and red chilies mixed with chocolate. Now it is trendy and gourmet to eat chilli laced chocolates. And funny enough the credit is given to some self promoting chocolatier for pinching  this thousands years old recipe from the Aztecs. Blame it on Western supremacy propaganda.

According to the estimates the Mexicans eat 6 kilo of fresh chilies and 0.5 kilo of dry chilies per capita per year which means that they eat more chilies than onions and tomatoes. Interesting fact is that one of the essentials elements that makes the kit of all Marines in the USA have a Tabasco bottle, probably to make the battlefield feel less drab ?. Anyway, to give such an honour and place to chillies is well note worthy.

The most popular Mexican dish with chilies is mole that can be prepared from four types of peppers: ancho, mulato, pasilla and chipotle (smoked jalapeno).  It is a sauce that can vary from the thick and black mole negro to bright and green mole verde infused with herbs.

The most known regions for mole are Puebla and Oaxaca . The latter is even called the Land of the Seven Moles where the sauce is wildly celebrated.

Chili stall in Mexico by drewleavy

Thailand

The Thai cuisine perfectly balance the five elementary tastes: sweet, spice, bitter, salty and sour. Off course there is lots of phrik (as Thais call chili) around so if you are the beginner in hot cuisine take it easy and give your stomach couple of days to accommodate. On each trip to Thailand, I get the birds eye chillies and pickle them in brine and lime. Reason – living in Hanoi currently sees my craving for chillies getting a cold shoulder when I go about the town looking for ‘hot’ chillies. No such thing here.

There are around 79 varieties of Thai peppers that range from very very hot phrik lueng to relatively mild phrik yuak and phrik chi fa . To have their food even hotter the Thais blended their recipes with the Indian curry powder that arrived to the Indochinese Peninsula hundreds years ago.  As a result one of the spiciest cuisines in the world has been created. Seeing the lovely red colour of oil floating in any gravy should not fool you. It is very hot and spicy, unlike the mild paprika that laces the Northern hemisphere dishes.

In this land of chili and curry anything can be spicy from salads and soups to desserts. The most popular among spicy ingredients are Thai curry pastes that are based on yellow, green or red chilies and a variety of other spices such as lemon grass, shallots, garlic, cumin and coriander.These pastes work with everything from meat dishes to vegetables, salads, soups and noodles.

It is useful to know a few phrases in Thai in order to control the amount of chili in your dish. If you want to burn your tongue immediately, ask for phet which means spicy hot. Phet nit noi is a little bit hot, mai phet is not hot. Be aware that what is a little bit spicy for Thai may be super duper spicy for you. Take my word for it !

Peru

To be Peruvian means to eat ají – Peruvian hot pepper. Every town in the country has its “picantaria” – the restaurant serving fiery food, whose name derives from Spanish word “picante”. The culture of chili has been celebrated for ages in Peru. The Incas used to freeze and dry ají to preserve it and add it to their dishes. In 19th century Friedrich von Humboldt wrote a political essay on the kingdom of New Spain, remarking that “The fruit of the chile is as indispensable to the native Peruvians as salt to the whites.” Living at such high altitudes certainly has meant that they have tamed and adopted certain ingredients that has helped them overcome al the discomforts that go with living in the mountains.

There are around 300 different chili peppers in Peru and thousands of dishes seasoned with ají . Not to get lost in the variety of Peruvian cuisine here are few popular dishes that guarantee the tears stream down your face while eating. A true opposite from the Thai chilli heat which sees your eyes popping wide from your sockets.

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is a spicy chicken heated up by the Peruvian yellow chilies called ají amarillo . One pod of that pepper measure between 30,000 and 50,000 units of Scoville scale . It is also used for the preparation of the ceviche (or cebiche), the Peruvian national dish, which is cold raw seafood marinated in lemon juice, peppers and onions. The local legend says that one foreigner who tasted it gasped “son-of-a-bitch,” which Peruvians then adopted as “cebiche”.

Another worth trying dish is Papa la Huancaina – potatoes served with a special spicy sauce, olives, lettuce and egg.  You can’t leave Peru without trying Sacsayhuaman, the vodka made of rocoto peppers, passion fruit, sugar and cilantro, called Sexy Women for those who cannot pronounce the Peruvian name.

Ají shrub by José Bernardo

India

If you want to have your chili for breakfast, lunch and dinner you should head for India. The country is the largest global producer of hot peppers and the Indian town Guntur in Andhra Pradesh state hosts the biggest chili market in Asia. The town even gave its name to one of the peppers that are called Guntur Red .

Chili came to India with the Portuguese that traded the hot peppers from Lisbon in the 16th century. The chilies soon conquered the Indian dishes and were added to Indian masalas and chutneys. Garam masala which in Hindi means “warm spices” is a combination of spices that can vary from mild to eyes watering. Masala is a base for Indian curry – it is believed that the word is an anglicized version of Tamil kari which means “vegetables in sauce”.

One of the most fiery Indian dishes is Vindaloo curry that includes pork or chicken in sauce made of lots of dried chillies with garlic and vinegar. If it does not satisfy your chili demands try Tindaloo which is a hotter version of Vindaloo.  Undeniably the hottest curry in India and in the world is Phaal which include Bhut jolokia chili pepper, confirmed by the Guinness World Records as the most potent pepper on earth ( but honestly I think that the Rodriguan chilli beats it by far ! … bonnet or jalapenos are kids next to it )

Chasing chili does not end here. There are several other places in the world where hot peppers play the main role on the culinary stage. Check out spicy harissa in Tunisia, tajines in Egypt, the hot dishes of China, Jamaican jerk and kimchi the national dish of Korea. If you can’t travel to all these places, at least you know which nationality restaurant to pick for spicy dinner in your town. Choose any of them, but the lifeless paprika used in the Hungarian Goulash.

Next, I think I’m going to make my signature dessert this week end, dark chocolate mousse with cherry liqueur and … red chillies.

What say ?.

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