Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Bula!

Bula!













(That's Hey!...Hello!...Greetings!....Aloha!, etc. in Fiji)
We have returned from a two week vacation to the beautiful islands of Fiji! It was wonderful, fascinating, restful, exciting and all those great descriptive words. I would definitely recommend it. This trip came about as a result of the passing of my Dad. He always wanted to travel when he retired. He planned to buy a sailboat and live on it and he never was well enough to do it. He planned well financially for his retirement and his children are now reaping the benefit of his investments. So I decided that I wasn't going to wait for "someday" to visit a South Sea island like I have always dreamed of (Hawaii doesn't count!) I wanted to go before I am too crippled up to enjoy it. So here are some highlights of our trip!




We went on a couple of day cruises to outer islands. This one is Robinson Crusoe Island, where we snorkeled, ate Lovo lunch (buried bar-b-q), watched dancers, and had crab races. It was a fun day.











This was our view from the beach in front of our bure every night at 6 o'clock.














One day we went to a "bird park" where they help many kinds of colorful birds re-populate the islands. We were actually inside most of the cages with them! They had some fruit bats that we saw up close. We had seen some flying while we were on a raft trip earlier. This is my new friend, Mr Iguana. Kind of funny that Curt wouldn't touch them!









One they same day, we also visited a local village that they call the Pottery Village because the women there make a living by collecting red clay from the river bank and make pottery to sell to the tourist. They held a Kava ceremony for us,which we didn't drink because it is a narcotic and probably against the Word of Wisdom. It is a REALLY big deal there, and you are supposed to bring some Kava to give to the village chief and partake with him before you are welcomed into the village. They gave a demonstration before showing us their things to buy. Curt couldn't buy just from one woman and not the rest, so we came home with enough little turtles and frogs for all our grand kids, plus a pot and a few other things.




These two little girls were there at the pottery village and they were SO cute! When we were done there we discovered our driver had a flat tire, so we got to hang out in the village longer while he got it fixed. The little children were so sweet. The little one in the red shirt, Angela, became my friend. She came to sit by me and kept putting her feet up where I could tickle them! Curt learned all their names and what grade they were in. I was wishing I had some candy with me!










On September 8th, it was my 52nd birthday. (I can't believe it!) We went on a sailing trip to a couple of islands. There are over 300 islands, some of them uninhabited. We left from Denarau Island Marina on a large catamaran. It is like a large water taxi because people staying at resorts on the smaller, outer islands get to and from on the catamaran. It stopped at several small islands where there was only one resort on the island and picked up or dropped off people. It doesn't dock at the island, people are transported by motor boats to transfer. When we got to Mana Island, we got off and transfered to the Sea Spray, a 83 foot sailing schooner. We visited Yanuya Island where there was another Kava ceremony and women selling lots of tourist trinkets. We had a delicious lunch on board ship and sailed to Modriki Island.









This is the same island that Tom Hanks filmed Cast Away. Doesn't it look familiar? We snorkeled for a couple of hours there, and walked on the beautiful beach. There is nothing there but beautiful surroundings!













One day we hired our usual taxi driver for the day to take us to Suva, the capitol city. We decided not to rent a car and try to drive. It is quite an experience! There is a narrow two lane road that goes around the island. They drive on the left. There are a lot of slow moving trucks and buses so traffic moves slowly with only occasional places to pass. It is probably about 50 miles to Suva from where we stayed, but took all of 2 hours to get there. We went to the temple after which Krishna dropped us off downtown for a few hours. We ate lunch at KFC (it was just like home! Unlike the KFC in China!) and did some shopping and site seeing. It was a great day! We had already attended church at a small branch in Sigatoka and met many of the local members and a few American missionaries.



This is our bure. We usually prefer not to stay in hotels. This resort was about 25 bures and ours was beachfront. We crossed a small lawn and were right on the beach! This picture is also our traditional photo of Curt on vacation... on the phone! We went into town the first day we were there and bought a cell phone so he could keep in touch with the office... but not too much. The bure was just a square with a porch cut into one corner and a bathroom inside on the opposite corner. Inside was a queen size bed and two twins. There were no windows, just slats over screens that opened on both sides to get the breeze, along with a overhead fan. On the backside was a solar water collector for our shower, not that you wanted much hot water in that heat!

We spent many hours at this great pool. That is our bure through the trees. The canopies were real thatched grasses. The one showing was 4 years old and about to be replaced. We watched them build two new ones while we were there. The resort grounds had banana, coconuts, papayas, orchids, cactus, and many other beautiful flowering plants. It smelled heavenly and looked it too.




The main activity that I wanted to do in Fiji was this white water raft trip down the Navua River. We have been on other white water trips with bigger rapids, but never scenery like this! This was class 2 and 3 rapids and about 16 miles of beautiful canyons and waterfalls. Just the trip to the river was an adventure! We had about a one and half hour bus ride from our resort to the drop off site. Then about a two hour drive on a 4x6 bus on logging roads through a mahogany rain forest. (these were not American logging roads!) From some of the peaks you could see the ocean below. It was beautiful! Then when we got to the river... the real adventure began...and if I would have known this part, I probably would have backed out, and then I would have missed a great trip. We had to hike to where we were





getting into the boats. This hike was almost
straight up, and straight down, straight up and straight down with steps cut into the dirt/mud with boards packed in to make stairs. I am not kidding... these stairs were the depth of my whole short, terribly out of shape legs! I had to hoist myself up each step and try to step down with out blowing out a knee. I had to step aside to let the young people go by me.
By the time I got to the river, my thighs were shaking and hurting. (Curt too, to a lesser degree) I told the group that I expected some applause... and I got it! The raft trip was wonderful. Curt got out and floated through some of the calm canyon waters. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get back into the boat! We had lunch here beside one the many waterfalls. We had a couple of rain showers but it was always warm. I had to be careful walking on slippery rocks with my shaky, sore legs so I didn't fall and break a hip! (Here I am looking like a drowned rat, but I guess that's how I really looked!)






Curt is showing us one of the many bright blue starfish
















We took an underwater camera and took lots of photos of fish and coral. The fish are incredibly bright colors.















Curt is feeding the fish!

Monday, August 11, 2008

He's Baaaack!!!


Curt returned home from DR of Congo safely and we are happy to be together again! This our friend, Phil Malula on the left of Curt, and Phil's wife's brother and sister-in-law. Curt has interesting and sad stories of life in the Congo. The poor just keep getting poorer and crime is rampant as people just try to survive. One day Curt's car and driver got stopped by the police (they saw a white man...and an opportunity for extortion) and Curt had to call Phil to come rescue him. They sent another car and whisked him away. The police are people to be afraid of there!
The project with Tifi - TEACHING INDIVIDUALS AND FAMILIES INDEPENDENCE THROUGH ENTERPRISE (http://www.tifie.org/organization.html) is to develop a truck repair shop. They have a fleet of trucks that helps many have employment and Curt is going to help them set up a shop to do maintenance, repairs and build truck beds. They weren't successful at finding a suitable building to lease on this trip and have decided to buy property and remodel a building. Curt is gathering machinery to ship to Congo since what is available there is very expensive and old. There will trips in the future to continue the project... but I don't plan on going with him. It is not safe. At the orphanage that Tifi runs it's not even safe for Curt to visit because "bad guys" who saw him come would break in and demand whatever "the white man brought". Our love and admiration of Phil and his family is reason enough to be involved.

Memories

I saw this on a Amanda's blog. Here are the Directions.
1. As a comment on my blog leave on memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instruction on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume your playing the game and I 'll come to your blog and leave on about you!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Life in the slow lane


So... here I am pecking out an entry with one hand (I was going to say one finger, but I discovered that I could actually type faster than that!) after having shoulder surgery. I had bone spurs cleaned out of my left shoulder two days ago. I think I am very happy to be right handed because my left arm is completely tied down for a few weeks. I am trying not to panic about Curt being gone for 10 days to the DR of Congo...and I'm not supposed to drive! Last time he went there he left me with a cast on my leg...and not a walking cast either.






But on a happier note...tonight we are going to see James Taylor in concert. I bought these great 7th row tickets before I knew I was going to be laid up, and I'm not missing it. I have been a huge fan from his first album and all of his newer stuff too.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

35th Anniversary



So.... Amanda convinced me that I needed to do a tribute video to celebrate our 35th anniversary. It was actually on June 23rd, but I'm just now getting around to it. This is my first attempt at this and it took FOREVER! As you will see, we were young and a little crazy, or as I prefer to remember... earthy. I am grateful for all the good years we've had together, and all the good times. The next 35 years should be a blast!


Check this out!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Cowboy Up!



It's branding day at the Bar BD ranch! The black Angus are well loved by their owners and treated lovingly as possible. They are freeze branded and prepped for artificial insemination. The mommas bawled for their babies while they were separated but quickly reunited. It's a good day to live in Central Oregon!









Sam applies the cattle numbers with freeze brand














Hyrum pets a calf... but keeps his ears plugged because the bawling momma cows are LOUD!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Missing Him


This is me looking up at my Daddy, my hero... Christmas 1959 (I think) with my mom and three brothers at my Aunt Mary's house. WE were never allowed to have a WHITE flocked Christmas tree growing up in California! I love this picture because how the glance at my dad is such a fleeting moment in time... and I will never look on his face again... in this lifetime. Sadly, my father passed away on March 13, 2008 at the age of 83. It seemed so sudden to me because I had lunch with him on Friday and he was ok. Then over the weekend he must have come down with pneumonia again and wasn't strong enough to fight it. I stayed by him until Thursday evening until all my brothers could get there to see him, and then we let him go. My Dad has never had much use for religion and voiced his doubts that there is a God or a continuing of life after death. I take great comfort in knowing that now he knows. And I reminded him in his final hours that when he gets where he is going to remember that "I told you so!" My heart is heavy and I will always miss him.