Grazyna and Maciek

Polska 05-2012

gmsailors — Thu, 17 May 2012 19:09:04 +0000

May pictures – Poland (Majowe polskie obrazki)

March

gmsailors — Thu, 05 Apr 2012 16:12:38 +0000

I will write later. For now just a few pictures from March.

March pictures

Life Goes On

gmsailors — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 21:04:43 +0000

It’s actually pretty quiet here lately. I wish we traveled more, but Maciek insists that we put our affairs in order first. Traveling means spending money, so we stay put and venture out every few days, saving for adventures in Poland.
Last week’s destination was the beach. We brought our new wave board to learn how to glide. Exhilarating! This thing drives so fast! Now we know how to entertain ourselves there and get a workout at the same time. A good ride makes you feel…happy! While gliding, you can turn your head sideways and see the whole long wave cresting. Ah, simple pleasures…
These last few days were all about the carnival. Again, we stayed local and watched the festivities in Gariche, the little village that is closest to us. After a few days you get a feel for how people party. The younger generation dances at a disco that plays a mix of western and Latino music. Colorful lights flash, the ball spins. Young girls in skimpy shorts and naked bellies move well to merengue-like music. Occasionally you can see local drunks lying in the dirt, close to a bar. We haven’t noticed any fighting or unruliness yet. Perhaps it is due to police presence. There were a couple cruisers in our little area one night. The typical food is something from the grill – beef, chorizo, chicken. Some local entrepreneurs opened up their houses and served food in the backyard. You can get a drink and a milkshake in addition to barbequed meats and fries or plantains. One day we ventured to a bar on the other side of Interamericana. A typical Panamanian establishment: crude little tables with stools for small people, cheap booze, guys playing domino or feeding a big jukebox with coins. Locals LOVE their juke and boom boxes. Partying is a loud affair.
The rodeo was the biggest event in town. The stands were built over a few days out of bamboo and some boards. We were charged $1.5 entrance fee and chased away when we tried to move to another section, closer to the bulls. Cattle breeds in Panama originate from Africa or India as herds brought by the Spaniards couldn’t cope with the heat. Bulls are lean, not as big as we are used to, short haired and short horned, with excessive skin hanging down the sides. Like sacred cows in India, chuckle. Quite a few of the bulls were released from their pen, ran furiously around, chasing away teens, who showed off their prowess by getting as close as possible and trying to piss off the bulls. The professional toreador knew what he was doing, as opposed to a few amateurs, tripping over their own feet. I was impressed with the way a bull kicks – the foot goes sideways and it’s as fast as a flash. Ouch, that would hurt!
There was a parade of horses that ended up in the arena, after a few circles around town. Again, beautiful girls rode at the front, with shining tiaras in their hair. I’ve never been a big fan of all things cowboy, but what one wouldn’t do for research? The last day was about a live music party in another tent at the entrance to the village. The locals got excited, betting on cock fights before and during the concert. We met Flory, Villa Davina’s machetero, at the gate and sat with him at the table, listening to music. Crap, was it loud! I could yell to Maciek and my voice was not breaking through the noise. Some Mardi Gras type dancers were introduced late in the evening and paraded around, showing off their colorful costumes and graceful moves. OK, enough of the carnival already!
Another potluck by the pool today – Steven is going on another contract in Iraq tomorrow and Alice, a guest of Sharon and Ross has just arrived from Toronto. Gotta start cooking.
Here are some pictures from February:
February pictures

Culture Shock

gmsailors — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:54:32 +0000

I don’t know what other people do, but faced with an issue of any nature, be it health, life changes, psychology, etc., I do a lot of research and find experiences of others helpful. Lately, my focus has been cultural shock, as it seems that we are undergoing one. We’ve moved to a few different countries and we thought we were ready. Well…It is the same every time. Never mind that your intellect is telling you that this is to be expected, you still end up with the same emotions. The first reaction after arriving in a new country is euphoria. It is like a honeymoon phase, when you are just delighted with the new culture, excited with the novelty and change. Then you start feeling a bit uncomfortable. Communication is difficult without fluency in the new language. Your whole world is turned upside down. Different climate, cuisine and all the countless pieces of information you fail to interpret. Sometimes you want to hide and stick to the familiar. The world outside seems unfriendly (which you know is a misconception) or at best indifferent. You’ve left the intricate web of support behind and there is nothing to replace it. What if I get sick, or get in trouble with the law? Will there be enough money to retire indefinitely? The more you interact with the outside, the easier it gets. Your comfort level and confidence increases. I have no idea how long it takes before we get to this point. I think it is wise to give it at least 6 months before the first awkward and uncomfortable phase is over. Funny that it is much easier to handle changes if you know they are temporary. It is the case when you travel. Like a kid, you allow yourself to just play. Permanence has weight.

Even though we made this transition as smooth as possible, we are not free from these feelings. Some days we seem to tire of not understanding the language. As I listen to my Spanish lessons in the heat of the day, my eyelids start to drop. It is really annoying for someone who is used to having a really good memory. Welcome to the ‘middle age’! I should have retired when I was 20 or at the most 30! Maciek advises to suck it up and get on with the program. He had to deal with memory limitations all his life and overcame them with hard work and diligence. Now I know how things are in his world.

So far Panama has been friendly. Our rocky road of Barro Blanco is full of greetings and waves. We are treated very well when shopping, at a bank or buying car insurance. There was no opportunity yet to get stuck in the inner workings of famous Panamanian bureaucracy. The transfer of car ownership was done by a native Spanish speaker; all we had to do was sign.
After driving Pan American highway to David for a while we got our bearings around the police radar check stops. No tickets or bribes (supposedly the president is fighting with corruption so nobody is sure if Police is taking or not at the moment) to date.

We spend quite a bit of time on the farm, just pattering around. Easing ourselves into it. Life is easy here. Welcome to the confrontational stage of cultural shock. Avoidance. It is so comfy behind the fence, chuckle. When we shop or adventure drive, we spend, so staying put is easier on the wallet. But I already feel guilty, even though we’ve had a car for only two weeks now. There are so many places to see, yet I am not sightseeing like crazy. One of the lessons of retirement is to stop feeling guilty. It is your life, you are not accountable to anyone about your choices. Do what feels right. There is time to go adventuring and not drive yourself crazy running like a chicken with its head cut off. Live and learn.

New Pictures

gmsailors — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 15:18:57 +0000

Here is a link:
Latest pics from rural life in Panama

“Cruising” – Maybe Not

gmsailors — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 02:02:11 +0000

Provisions are done, the car returned. Life on a farm has begun. I feel as if I am cruising: it’s hot, swims are frequent and so are happy hours. Nature is all around, including pesky chiggers that bite without mercy in the evening. Diefenbaker! Mornings start leisurely, with a 10 AM breakfast on the balcony. BTW, the new header picture on the blog IS the view from the balcony. There are no fixed plans for a day – some kind of agenda emerges naturally. Daily chores leave enough time for reading, making bread, watching a movie or socializing. Most of the cruising fundamentals are there except that we remain in one place. It all sounds idyllic: life has acquired a certain unhurried quality. We have no choice but to be green as our rural area has no garbage collection. Maciek burns whatever he can; the organics make it to the compost pile; bottled beer is purchased by case, the bottles reused, like milk in the old days. Flory, one of the employees, takes away our cans. All the rest of the waste, and it’s not much, is taken to the city. Perhaps we will have a chance to learn some woodworking skills, as Jack offered to build a bookcase for us from a local hardwood, called laurel.
One more commonality with cruising is the fact that we remain fairly isolated from the outside world, within our comfort zone, among Canadians. In some respects it is bad (limited experience), in some good (sense of security)…It’s not possible to break into a Spanish speaking world without knowing the language. Everything in its own time…
Of course, 1100 square foot condo is much more comfortable than any boat. Unlimited supply of water and power, AC, internet, a pool outside, plumbing, a fridge/freezer, washer, dryer…And all that in the tropics! We are getting seriously spoiled. Why go cruising at all? Perhaps we will need a push to kick into a more intense gear when the time comes? Where is the greatest award: in a challenge or a peaceful, uneventful life?

Latest pics from rural life in Panama

Adjusting

gmsailors — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 00:47:13 +0000

Link to Pictures from December in Panama

When you plan for so long, and finally arrive at a landmark goal, the result can be anticlimactic. It is almost as if life truly is about the journey, not the end destination. We are in Panama. There is real joy: house sale and packing nightmares are over, the trip was uneventful…We are just plain happy to be here. It’s hard to switch, though. How do you just chill, after you’d been focused for so long? Do I need some kind of purpose or mission in life now? In case you wonder, I do think too much! The realization that we have all the time in the world is not quite sinking in. After deconstructing my life in Canada I promised myself not to accumulate anymore, and yet, here we are, needing this or that and running through the stores breathlessly. Only a few more big items to get, take a breath. Every second day Maciek and I patter around the house, install this or that, go to the pool, read, cook and relax. It is nice and peaceful time. No more city noise, just birds, crickets and wind in the trees. I’ve always felt I belonged in the country, and never had a chance to experience it. Crickets put us to sleep. Birds start their chorus around 6:00 AM and are sometimes joined by distant howler monkeys. Damn roosters crow around 5:00 AM. After a while, it all becomes background noise. It’s a jungle! We are yet to see a snake or a scorpion. Even though there are screens on all the windows and doors, tiny flies find their way in and gather around light sources every evening. John below and Ruth and Jack already have a few resident geckos. I am sure it is a matter of time before we learn to co-exist…No-see-ums show up around the pool in the evenings leaving marks on our skin when we venture for a swim. Too bad, because the evenings are cool and relaxing, and the field of fire flies delivers quite a spectacle. As you can see from the pictures, we are now set up for a day on a beach – got chairs, umbrella, coolers and mats. Last time we paid $8 dollars for shade or $20 (per person) to access pools in Las Olas (a resort on the beach). Too much for poor retirees! The excesses had to stop. Food: for the first few weeks I have trouble adjusting, meaning I don’t like what I eat. I guess my taste buds need a fine-tuning, or I start cooking better, because after a while this feeling goes away. We now have a decent size bbq and as of today some garden furniture to eat outside. It is tough to limit booze consumption as liquor is very affordable. $9 for a flat of good beer, 10 for 1.75 bottle of quality rum and so on…We’ve been having beers when heat was getting to us, wine with dinner and some cocktails in between. This behaviour needs to end as we are growing fat bellies again. Today is the first alcohol free day. We will see how long this resolution lasts. Unfortunately, it is holiday season, and New Year’s Eve is approaching. Damn! Panama is a kaleidoscope of many impressions: poverty alongside North American wealth, trash on the streets and quite stunning natural beauty; friendly, happy people and gringo prices. It’s a world of contrasts and we’ve barely scratched the surface. Actually, we know close to nothing. That’s why I am reluctant to write, hoping to sort it all out in my mind first. This process may take a long time though, so here you go. A few loose impressions.