Monday, June 26, 2017

First One to the Top Gets a Prize! But Hold on ....



Every town in Latin America has a celebration, and often they have several.  We happened to find ourselves here in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua, during the fiesta de San Juan.  He is the patron saint of this town, Saint John the Baptist. 

They have much of the usual accompaniments of a fiesta, lots of good food, loud music, activities, souvenirs, and so forth.  But this place has something fairly unique - a greased pole climb.

We were very interested to see this, curious and not quite knowing what to expect.  It was described to us as a very tall pole (fifty feet high) covered in slippery lard, with a flag at the top.  

A group of energetic and rugged young men, many of whom were drinking adult beverages, worked together to get to the top.  It was a very hot day and required a very vigorous effort. 

How did they do it?  It started with some buff dudes at the bottom, and others climbed on their shoulders, while still others climbed on the outside to scale the bodies and reach ever higher.  

But the pole was covered in grease and it was almost impossible to keep a grip.  Everybody got covered from head to toe.  Each time they got about four bodies high, they would all lose their grip and slide to the ground in a heap. 

It was rather hilarious at times and it seemed quite unlikely that they could ever reach the top.   But every time they tried, more grease would get essentially wiped off the pole.  They began to make progress. 

Then some guy - obviously experienced in the technique - got on the shoulders of the others and tied himself to the pole about half way up.  Then the body pyramid beneath him collapsed, and he was hanging on the pole by himself.  They would throw up more ropes and rags, and sometimes someone else would climb up and help him.  

This whole thing took a long time, and they were getting exhausted in the afternoon heat.   But after a time, the one designated climber reached the top, and grabbed the flag.  

However, it was somewhat anticlimactic. We thought he would triumphantly wave the flag and everyone would cheer ... but no ... he just unceremoniously grabbed the flag, stuck it inside his shirt, and slid back down.  

After a brief pause (they were all over heated and exhausted), the team members all looked at each other and agreed it was time to go drink beer.  

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Earlier that morning we chartered a boat and went out in the Pacific Ocean on a fishing excursion. I couldn't believe how many fish we caught.  They were Red Snapper, and caught more than fifty of 'em.  Some of the fish were not that big, but they are tasty.  It was fun time, and we all got nice and sunburned.  





One challenge in the fishing effort was the pesky Pelicans.  They kept swarming around and would try to steal the bait.  They even would try to grab the fish as we reeled them in!  One of the Pelicans succeeded in grabbing a fish and got the hook stuck in his beak, it was a hassle to get that resolved.




Later, on Sunday afternoon, we invited friends and neighbors over for a fish fry.  It was delicious!


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Couldn't resist including this picture in the post.  We went to and ice cream place the other night and there was TK and cousin Joe standing there ... think these guys are cut from the same cloth?










Friday, June 23, 2017

This is not Joe. Surfing and more in Nicaragua.

This is not actually Joe surfing ...


 
Long time no blog.  
I took some time to get caught up on things at home after being gone to South America for three months for a trip that was ... one of a kind.  

But, hey, back on the road now.  This time we have returned to Nicaragua for another visit with our son TK and his wife Jenny.  They live on a homestead near the south coast of Nicaragua, near a town called San Juan del Sur.   We've been here a few times before .  

Fiona is not with me on this trip.  She is holding down the fort at home, and helping with the little grand ones.  I am traveling with my nephew Joe, TK's cousin.  It's his first time here.





We've had some interesting weather so far.  The night we got here it rained like I've never seen before, buckets all night.  Must have been three inches of rain in one night. It's currently the rainy season, so this is not unusual other than the vast amount of water coming out of the sky that night.  More than usual.  

But what that means - other than flood and mud - is that this place explodes in green.  It's basically a tropical jungle during the rain.  Which for TK means that it's a real challenge to keep up with the farm where they live.  You can almost watch stuff grow, seems like a foot a day for some plants.  You can cut the green back and four days later, you need to do it again.  

Yesterday we went surfing, or rather cousin Joe did.  The surf here is pretty lively, Nicaragua is known as a surfing destination, and there were some good surfers out there ... and there was Joe.  He did his best in the very robust surf conditions, but eventually paddled to shore, exhausted.  He said (and I quote) -  "kinda got my butt kicked out there!"

I posted a picture at the top of this blog, but it's not Joe.  In fact, I'm not sure this is a real picture ... well let's just say, it is quite spectacular!  But it looked too good to pass up!

There is a big celebration in this town this weekend, the fiesta of San Juan, the patron saint of the place.  It promises to be lively, and one of the centerpiece activities is a contest: climbing the greased pole.  Sounds interesting.  

There was a even brass band parade yesterday. That's San Juan (Saint John) waving from the back of the truck.







The weather is a  bit more normal today, hot and sunny and humid.  There is a lot to see and do around here, like climbing the hill above town to the Jesus statue.  It's a steep hill and Joe looked like he was going crooked on the road!








And there are a lot of insects around here, with some really cool butterflies.