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Keeping an eye on Bingiza

Among the many (many) ridiculous moments that comprise an average day in the life of an American in Reunion is the quick international weather check.

When I visit, I have it programmed to display current temperatures and weather conditions in three cities at the top of the homepage: Northfield, Minnesota, where my brother Sam is at college; Noblesville, Indiana, home; and obviously, Saint-Pierre, where I live.

Today’s weather is a particularly absurd example of what I usually see.  Check out those numbers.


But don’t let the 88 and partly cloudy fool you.  The weather here at this time of the year can turn nasty.  Already, MeteoFrance has detected a tropical disturbance that is expected to develop into a full-blown cyclone in the next 72 hours.  Apparently, the delegates of Malawi were given the “B” when it came time for the Indian Ocean Cyclone Naming Committee to convene and form the 2011 season list, for which they chose “Bingiza”.  While it might be early to predict Bingiza’s future trajectory, present models vary between a crash course with the eastern coast of Madagascar, in which case Reunion would be mostly spared, and a straight shot south, in which case Reunion will definitely get splashed.

Colleagues at school have advised me on cyclone preparation.  As soon as MeteoFrance issues an “Orange Alert”, schools close and you are expected to prepare for a potentially dangerous situation.  You fill your bathtub with water (I don’t have one), or use whatever voluminous containers you may have fit in your luggage from the United States (are you kidding me?), to have a fresh supply in the event that there’s no running water.  A “Red Alert” is more serious, and everyone is required to stay indoors, or risk a 90 Euro fine from the police and the possibility of being swept into “pirate ridden waters of the Indian Ocean”.

In any event, my weekend hiking plans will likely turn into cribbage and movies at home, but in the meantime, you can check out some sweet satellite imagery here.

And Jean, the Alaskan gubernatorial contender’s name is Rob Rosenfield.  Sorry it wasn’t your guy.

I’m gonna go kick up the A/C.  It be hot.


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Wait, its February?

Its 4:15 AM on January 4th, and I’m taking my seat on the A bus from Saint-Pierre to Saint-Denis to catch a morning flight.  Thanks to an unexpectedly diabolical strike by the power company on most of the island, the streets of Saint-Pierre are drowned in a sort of post-apocalyptic darkness, illuminated only by the disconcerting flashes of emergency lights in shop windows and the violet-blue bursts of heat lightening over the ocean.  This isthe beginning of my month long trip to Madagascar and the Comoros:  dark, terrifying, and tired.

Four weeks later, I’m dozing off in the backseat of my German housemate’s car as we drive south on the coastal highway from the airport to Saint-Pierre, as if no time had passed at all since my departure.  I’m sure it had.  Afterall, I had chased Indri Indri lemurs (described as four year olds in panda suits by Lonely Planet) through the jungle, enjoyed morning swims in the warm aquamarine waters of the Mozambique Channel, met a legendary Comorean activist/philosopher/chef named Zorro and a globe-wandering former Alaskan gubernatorial candidate in the same weekend, given in to the pressure of veteran gem sellers in the Malagasy highlands and ended up with a box of rubies, tasted organic Zebu steak doused in a white (Vermont?) cheddar sauce (in Madagascar), watched the floodwaters rise to my doorstep during a rowdy tropical rainstorm, spent four days in a Peugeot literally overflowing with mango, taken donkeys for walks through a red, sandy desert studded with enormous baobabs, ridden colorful rickshaws in the pouring rain, and made jokes about the witchcraft that Malagasy and Comorean story tellers loved to tell us about and consequently missed our flight back to French soil and spent three days stranded on a rain-soaked Comorean island.  I had done things.  But could this sudden deja-vu be proof that I had actually traveled through the fourth dimension and island hopped around the Indian Ocean without the friction of time slowing me down, as a Malagasy host had explained happens to normal people on a daily basis, and especially at the Antananarivo Airport?  I had left Reunion, that much is for sure, but had I left the world of time as well?

Sounds insane, but drawing an example from a conversation I had with airport security in the Comoros in which I explained the contents of my backpack (a sweatshirt) and they thought I was sneaking a live chicken out of the country (in French, a sweatshirt “un pull” and a hen “une poule” are tragic phonetic cousins), I’ve long since given up on sanity.

My trip was less vacation and more initiation to folklore, legends, prejudices, superstitions, and mysteries of the large and small islands of the Indian Ocean, and it was becoming more and more evident that I had been paying attention to it all.  But as I reintegrated back into my Reunion life of biking, teaching, and watching Latin American telenovelas dubbed in French with the AC blasting, all the mystery of January evaporated away, leaving behind the normalcy of December and November and all those months I’d already spent in Reunion, altered only by the arrival of unending downpours that so characterize the summer rainy season to become February.

So in short, that explains the lack of posts between New Years and Super Bowl Sunday.

I’ll put some pix of Madagascar and the Comoros up after I get back from the beach.  It’s so hot!


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Joyeuses fêtes et bonne année 2011 zot tout!

“Zot tout” is Creole for “à tout”.  You see, my Creole is improving, word by word!

Joyeuses fêtes is plural for a reason.  Since I last wrote, Reunion has celebrated not one, not two, but three massive holidays: Christmas, New Years, and the one you may not have guessed, Fête Kaf on Dec 20 to commemorate the abolition of slavery on Reunion in 1848.

Here’s a brief and probably incoherent summary of the past two weeks in photos.

Jumping from these cliffs is a popular past-time.  A friend of mine just fractured a vertebrae doing it.  I was there for the phone call: “Mom, I’m alright, so don’t worry.  But… I broke a vertebrae today.”  She’s recovering and won’t jump from as high next time.

Pétanque is the bocce of the Francophone world, and some neighborhood dudes invited me to play a round during their Fete Kaf tournament.  I have not been invited back.

Christmas dinner German style: I celebrated Christmas with 5 Germans and an Austrian high in the mountains where the temperature differential from the balmy coast made us feel more Weihnachtlich.  It was probably still 70 degrees.

Our Advent Wreath, or one of its candles, suffered greatly from the Saint-Pierre sun.

A quick visit to the local turtle sanctuary in Saint-Leu.

Lychees are inseparable components of Christmas on Reunion.  Street corner vendors began selling them for upwards of 5 Euros per kg at the beginning of December with the first harvests of the season.  By the end of the month, you can get 2kg for 1Euro50.

Twin lychees, like these, are the object of an odd Creole tradition.  The person who finds the twin lychees chooses a partner to wager dares with.  Once the players have agreed on each other’s dares, each player grabs a lychee and breaks the pair.  The following day, the first player to shout “Philippine” at first sight of the other wins the game and is immune from his dare, while the loser must face up to his own.  I won the  game and spared myself from singing the French National Anthem in front of all my colleagues in the teacher’s lounge.

The road to Cilaos where I celebrated Christmas and hiked the Piton des Neiges, the highest point on the Indian Ocean, for New Year’s.  I had to go through this tunnel on my bike.

At the 10,069 ft  summit of the Piton des Neiges.  Not pictured: extremely heavy backpack.  Daytime high: 65 degrees F.  Night time low: 50 degrees F.

Watching every firework show around the island burst and flash simultaneously from it’s highest mountain was one of the greatest New Year’s Eve spectacles I’ve ever seen, only made better by a coinciding meteor shower and the sunrise over the neighboring volcano (see eruption posts from October).

The shadow cast by the Piton des Neiges onto the tropical haze below on a brisk, 45 degrees F New Year’s morning.  All things considered, it was still probably the warmest New Years of my life.

Island fever is setting in, so I’m leaving Reunion for three weeks starting Jan 4th.  (Although I’m only jumping from one island to another right next door.)  I’ll be in Madagascar, the Comoros, and Mayotte until the end of January, so best wishes for 2011, and I’ll be back (on the blog) in February!


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I’m dreaming of a red Christmas

Due to renewed seismic activity at the Piton de la Fournaise volcano in the southeast of Réunion on Thursday morning,  authorities have issued yet another imminent eruption alert, preempting what could be the third volcanic event of the year and the second since my arrival in September.  Will I be waking up to lava on Christmas morning this year rather than snow?  Stay tuned…

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The proof is in the pineapple

Every year, the average Réunionais consumes 29 pounds of pineapple (compared to 2 pounds in mainland France).  Using this logic, I think I am approximately 35% Réunionais and well on my way to full integration by the end of my stay.


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I wish I was talking about surfing.  Not yet.

On the other hand, this is what Lonely Planet says about biking on Reunion:

“The traffic, the haste of most motorists, and the steep and precarious nature of the mountainous roads means that those considering cycling as a form of transport in Reunion should be prepared for some hair-raising and potentially dangerous situations.”

This explains the incredulous looks I get from pretty much everybody when I explain that I bike to school every day from Saint-Pierre.

To get to the point, I had my first “hair-raising and potentially dangerous situation” on my bike today.  I was descending the switchbacks from my middle school, which is at about 900 feet of elevation above the coast, and a truck coming up the mountain took one a little wide and forced me onto the shoulder where my wheels caught loose gravel and I sideswiped the concrete wall at the edge of the cliff.  I felt kinda like a Nascar sliding out and smashing into the wall on a turn, except that there was no shower of sparks or flying debris, and I was going about 180mph slower than a Nascar.  But you get the image.  A couple bandaids to the calf and I was ready to roll again.

In other news, the government has designated this weekend as an occasion for anti-mosquito initiatives and awareness campaigns to prevent bug-born diseases, like Chikungungya, which is both a mouthful to say and something you really don’t want to catch.  Everyone keeps complaining about how bad the mosquitos are, but I literally have only been bitten once and rarely ever see them.  My German housemate insisted on installing a mosquito net above her bed, which is just absurd.  Mosquitos here got nothin’ on our American suckers.

There’s something to be thankful for.

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What’s next?

First it was the volcano.  Then came a historic wildfire on the west side of the island. High schoolers around the country are on strike and provoking intervention by riot police.  Then Wednesday afternoon I find out Saint Pierre is under a Tsunami Warning??  Apparently a massive swell triggered by the earthquake in Indonesia smashed into the Saint Pierre harbor some time in the middle of the night on Tuesday and sank a large number of boats.  The new apartment I have moved into is less than 100m from the shore and somehow I didn’t even know about this until well after the fact. (Here’s an article from the local paper:

Since I last wrote, Reunion Island has gotten a lot more extreme.  Natural disasters for everyday of the week and mounting social tension as the French Senate continues passing the controversial Pension Reform.  I am supposed to be at school right now, but the teachers have gone on strike, so instead I’m at the beach.

Also, every October the island gears up for a giant race called the Grand Raid which takes place over several days.  Its a race for the craziest of the crazies.  You start running at midnight on the southeast coast of the island, pass the volcano (mind the lava), traverse the 10,000 foot peaks of the interior, and 165km later descend to the coast on the north side of the island.  Several thousand participants come from all over the world (meaning, mainland France) to run it, and it’s either very inspiring or makes you feel very lazy about yourself.

Here are some images from my past week:

A second night on the volcano.  We hitchhiked there from Saint Pierre holding pictures of the lava from the local newspaper to solicit drivers going in that direction.

The view from my new kitchen table.

The Volcano (Piton de la Fournaise) at dawn.
Saint Pierre, Reunion


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