I'm having one of those emotional days where I'm reminiscing about my time in Seychelles. It's funny, I don't really miss the places that much. It's more the people. I met some amazing people whilst out there and whilst I'm completely happy in my new job and love my new life as a father, today is one of those days that I long for a little bit of the past. In a way I long for utopia.
I told my wife about how I was feeling and I missed one person on the islands in particular, Big K one of the skippers on A's boats. He was such a kind man that gave us so much. For a leaving present, he took me for an exclusive stay on Grande Soeur, one the sister islands.
I trawled with his brother on the way over to the island and despite rough seas, we caught 3 bonito's with just a line attached to a stick! Skipper K cooked it for dinner that night and we ate fresh Carpacio and toast for breakfast. It was the perfect end to this chapter of my life.
Of course there are other people that I miss; I miss my old Captain M and Boatswain M. On the odd Fridays I think about Boatswain M making the routine visit to Organibar. I'm shocked I don't have any pictures of the fine produce from our favourite Praslinois takeaway. I also think about how some of my old students are doing. Having discussed this with my wife, we both agreed that we'd love to return to Praslin in 2014, most probably in the summer. Our young boy should be walking by then so that should make things easier. It is kind of his second-home too.
Inspired by my wife's work, which was inspired by Eduardo Galeano, I leave you with this quote:
“Utopia is on the horizon. I move two steps
closer; it moves two steps further away. I walk another ten steps and
the horizon runs ten steps further away. As much as I may walk, I'll
never reach it. So what's the point of utopia? The point is this: to
keep walking.”
A few months ago, I heard a famous bboy (breakdance) song being played from a beach followed by lots of cheering. It could mean only one thing...there are bboys on Praslin afterall. I met a group of young guys called West Side Crew. At first they seemed a little unwelcoming and standoff-ish, but this was merely their reaction like one species meeting a new species in their home environment. They were curious. One dancer invited me over, addressing me as "Gagnam Style". We had a friendly battle and I would return to that beach for the months that followed. Eventually the crew moved to dance outside the community centre at Grand Anse and we recently gained permission to dance in the building. Which is quite an achievement given that hip hop seems to have a bad reputation here as it does around the world.
The Praslin style mainly revolves around flips and tricks. Without proper teachers and people who have studied the artform of our dance, they learn purely from music videos. With no space to practice, they take to the beach. Many cannot afford trainers and the supply of trainers on the island is quite low, so most dance bare feet.
As time went on, we started to talk and exchange more and more. Here is one of their early video's from last year:
It soon became apparent through training with them and battling that they were keen to learn all elements of our dance, including toprock, drops and footwork. So over the past few weeks, I've been informally sharing every toprock step and drop that I know and passing on bits of footwork/techs that I know. It's been an amazing experience and in true Seychelles/Lost/Paradise/Coincidental/Infinite consciousness style, we recently had the pleasure of hosting a world champion bgirl from France- Nadine "Flavor Roc" Messias. Through this connection, I met Darrel "Are Dee" Roucou, a bboy from Mahe. Darrel has travelled a lot and it shows in his dancing. The video below documents a night of bboying that happened at the school where we work. It was great to share our dance with our students and the local bboys on Praslin. There was a good exchange at the end. It's a long video, so here's a rough index:
1) Flavor Roc Show
2) Showcase (Praslin Bboys)
3) Showcase (Flavor-Roc, Darrel and myself)
4) Kids open cypher
5) Exhibition battle (Praslin Bboys vs Flavor-Roc, Darrel and Myself)
Yesterday evening, I met up once again with Kenrick from the Praslin Bboy Crew (West Side Crew) and he gave me a memory stick with the first video. He later messaged me:
"hope we c each other one of these days! just tanx man.those top rocks u tought me has definitely improve ma top rock cause to tell the truth i was like not dat good with the rocks usualy love powermove but now its funny i think im gona train and train mostly top rocks floor works more those u tought us. realy apreciate it man. tanx.!"
It's messages like these which remind me why I started dancing and also teaching in the first place. To share my love for the dance and love for learning. English is not Kenrick's first language and Kreol is not mine...but Dance is our mutual language. I'd like to end the post by saying "Mon kontan Sesel, Mon kontan Praslin, Mon kontan Danse, Mon kontan Aprann"
Mersi Boukou to THE ONE that made all this possible. I'm grateful.
Transport in Seychelles is interesting. It costs 5 ruppees (30 pence) to travel anywhere on the bus, unfortunately the buses stop around 6.30pm. A taxi ride will cost you anywhere between 200 and 500 rupees, yet you can hire a car for a whole day for between 300-700 ruppees. If you're an unlucky tourist, you're probably going to pay at the higher end.
Image Source: Virtual Tourist.
The bus ride through consolation rivals most white knuckle themepark rides!
But what gets me is why on earth would anyone with a driving license get a taxi? The alternative to the taxi is to hitchhike, which apparently works well if you meet 2 criteria:
1) You know the person who is driving (not technically a hitchhike)
2) You're a woman
I never realised the latter criteria until my good friend JL pointed it out to me!
Pricing in general is a strange thing out here. One thing is for certain, when hiring a car you get what you pay for. Take for example the Praslin Holiday Car Hire company, they're not the cheapest on the island, but the cars are always less than 5 years old and your car is not going to get stuck going uphill over the valley. Likewise the gearbox and brakes probably work unlike the 400 ruppee pieces of scrap that get flogged at some of the less reputable car hire companies.
The same import taxes apply on Nescafe coffee which can also cost £6 for a small jar! Similarly, niche products like candles are also taxed exorbitantly.
Another example of bizarre pricing policy is the sale of souvenirs in the departure lounge at Praslin airport, for some reason these are cheaper than some of the gift shops on the island. This bucks a huge trend whereby in any international airport, prices are 200% higher than shops outside the airport.
The last part of freakonomics involves the barter economy. As an IT specialist, I've been asked on many occasions to fix people's computers. But what to charge them for my time and expertise? I started out not charging friends, because hey they're friends. But then it doesn't take long before everyone considers you a friend on the island. So what to do? Well, you would be surprised the things that have been exchanged for a computer repair job! Everything from fish, scuba diving, local rum, fruit, meals, boat excursions, island getaways etc.
I prefer this way of trading, not least because it's awkward to find a fair price but also because money and the token economy is quite meaningless here. Essentially what we are dealing in is goods and services a bit like in Medieval times. It doesn't matter what you value your skills/goods/services at, it's what the other person perceives them to be worth. Similarly, whilst an open-water dive might cost £60, this is just a number and I'd much rather trade in goods and services than paper and coin. A friend pointed out to me that the barter economy that is so prevalent on Praslin is probably not great for national economics. Fiscally speaking, if you're trading in goods and services, this cannot be accounted for and therefore cannot be taxed. Oops! I'll close by saying that when you live on an island and are truly an islander, perhaps the barter economy works best. Money can be saved, spent or lost but your skills, time, goods and services can be traded right up to the day before your next payday!
Six years ago my line manager at school asked me to "skill-up and learn photoshop" or words to that effect. "OK..." I thought. Then being an arrogant and immature little schmuck I wanted to reply... "But I don't even want to learn Photoshop." Thankfully I had a bit of EQ and thought to rephrase this as "Can you put me on a course then?" Money was tight in those days, our department could just about afford a book. Thankfully there were online tutorials (PSD Tuts, Smashing Magazine etc).
In hindsight, this lady had a lot of foresight and she continues to make these forward-thinking decisions which pay off. She runs a successful, highly-skilled department which is always two steps ahead of the game.
It turns out that the new and undesirable challenge was actually a blessing in disguise. One year later, I got a promotion based solely on my ability to do "a bit of photoshop and that" and for the following 4 years, our students were achieving way above their expected grades thanks to the lessons I'd learnt online, from my housemate (a pretty amazing graphic designer), our wedding photographer and from my wife. Here's some of the students' work. They were all doing A-levels at the time, but the quality is not too far from industry-standard:
We can often shirk away from new challenges, it's never comfortable thinking about change. Perhaps it will be difficult, but it's generally worth the investment in time, energy and money. I think about a few of my friends who have developed so-called "ill skills" in order to pay the bills. I've already mentioned my housemate. Well here's the full story: at the age of 19, he didn't know what he wanted to do, he just knew he didn't want to be wasting his life. One day he decided he wanted to be a graphic designer but didn't know how. He figured he'd have to go to college and then his mate just asked him how much he wanted it? If he really wanted it, he should just go out and f***ing do it! Based on the clients he now works with, I'd say he's made a decent investment.
Example 3: My wife was making a new film 3 years ago and she knew that she would need to learn some new Special FX as her film involved complex pans, tilts and motion rigging. Rather than pay out top dollar and outsource it all to a production studio, she realised that it was important for her to understand these programs and scripts. It would be a good investment. So she met with a good friend who is a Flame and Nuke artist, he's worked with Aardman animations:
But my wife being someone who takes a belts and braces approach to learning, she decided to seek out lessons and support from another friend of ours. He worked on Quantum of Solace, Avatar 3D, Harry Potter, X-Men and The Dark Knight. In the end, I think it paid off. The finished film is stunning, as I believe all 10 readers of this blog will agree!
Here's a short preview of her finished film:
Example 4: Another friend of ours had a Philosophy degree and was sick of being unemployed or in jobs he hated (working in a bank, identifying terrorist bank accounts etc) , so he decided to learn to sew. Yeah that's right, just from scratch on his granny's old sewing machine. He started making clothes for friends. Now he has his own bespoke streetwear company which sells products out of Comme Des Garcons in Japan and France. He still works from his London workshop and he's made jackets for Usain Bolt, Ed Sheeran, 1D and Tinie Tempah to name but a few.
The following year is a new chapter for me in several walks of life. Professionally, I'll need to develop new skills in programming and computer science in order to teach my new subject. Whilst this is daunting, so was Photoshop and Final Cut Pro. I have to remind myself of where I came from with that.
This was my first "before and after edit" I ever did in Photoshop:
Just copy and pasting into seletions and a cheeky invert.
A few years on:
Now we're erasing boats and stuff
Whilst the months and year ahead are going to be tough as many of us embark on new journeys, I hope we have the will to embrace it and develop some ill skills. If we can pay the bills at the same time, then that would be an added bonus!
Special mention to the birthday girl. Wishing you all the best sis!
Yeah that's right, we were cute as kittens back then.
An afterthought: Most of our life's challenges would not have been possible without a certain support network. Whether personal or professional, I guess it's key to have good people around you. This is something we're not really taught at a young age. We just like to be friends with the cool kids. Looking back, where are all the "cool kids" now? The year ahead brings great personal challenges for me too, so I hope as a reader of this blog, my friends can also support me in this next chapter of life.
For Easter, I returned to the UK. I've been wearing long johns (thermals) for the past 3 weeks; not the same pair of course! The cold in the first few days was torturous, but like most things I soon got used to it and was grateful for the many luxuries that the UK has to offer.
A fairly accurate representation
When we first arrived on Praslin, a good friend of ours said the most bizarre thing, "It is great here, but you have to get off the island (i.e. leave Seychelles) every few months. During one of your school holidays take the opportunity to go somewhere else." He reasoned that you had to do it to a) avoid cabin fever and b) to appreciate what we have here on Praslin. Leaving Seychelles has indeed been beneficial. Very few places can match Seychelles for the quality of their beaches and pace of life. Bird island is a great example:
I think I've taken these places for granted because they're so close. We drive through the Vallee de Mai every day, but having been away, I truly appreciate and miss those familiar sights, sounds and smells. It reminds me of the Gratitude Attitude in Prof. Richard Wiseman's book:
Unlike the research group, I've never spent much time conceptually "leaving the room". I've seldom stepped back and said wow, these are the things I'm grateful for. Not just on Praslin, but life in general. Perhaps the amount of energy and time spent in the 'annoyed' group has not been useful at all.
Living on an island can indeed be frustrating at times, but there are many pro's: my skin is in better condition, I'm less tired, my swimming has improved and I'm surrounded by some very successful and talented people. There are pro's and con's of living anywhere. Mrs H and H.P were right "The grass is never greener, it's just different." London is great, so to is Praslin, Doncaster, Leamington Spa. There are challenges everywhere and life isn't "easy" for anyone- we've got to make the most of it.
It's on my shelf in Praslin if anyone wants to borrow it. Be warned though, I once lent it to a student who didn't like reading. She loved it so much, the book disappeared for 16 months. Apparently her mum started reading it too, she quit her job and re-invented her life. You've been warned.
I'm sat in my flat in London, having spent the past 6 months mainly on Praslin in Seychelles. It seems like a good time to reflect. These reflections will be quite random, but it will hopefully give you some insight as to how your life can change in 6 months.
Before returning to see my wife in the UK, a few people had warned me of sensory overload. Seychelles is still a country with relatively little in the form of mass-marketing. As a great deal of products are imported, there is not the (un-necessary) variety of products that we're spoilt with in Europe. My first few supermarket experiences back in the UK were not just overwhelming, but they actually managed to bring on headaches and feelings of nausea.
My wife asked me to pick up some Horlicks and Ovaltine whilst she checked out the juices in the next aisle. I stood at the hot drinks section of Morrisons for a good 3 minutes, completely perplexed. There were 3 kinds of Horlicks and 3 kinds of Ovaltine.
This is not a picture of me, it's one I stole from www.guardian.co.uk
My brain literally could not process the amount of choice being thrown at it. I wondered who on earth at Nestle thought that chocolate flavoured Horlicks was a good idea. Further research led me to discover that the person was certainly not Danish. The Danes apparently banned the sale of Horlicks, Ovaltine, Shreddies and Marmite 2 years ago!
Interestingly, our brain quickly adapts to the variety of products or lack of them. I found that after living on Praslin for a while, I rarely complained about a lack of choice, I just buy what's on the shelf and if my mind and body are really craving something in particular, ISPC can usually provide a quick fix! Similarly, after being back for 2 weeks, I can now go around the giant supermarkets of London without getting a headache! My mind is possibly back to its London prime and capable of processing a ridiculous amount of visual stimuli again. As a consequence, I've returned to checking facebook on a daily basis, although I'm not yet active again on Twitter.
Why is it that I don't use social networking that much in Seychelles? Because very little of the stuff on there directly affects me. Since returning, I've become engrossed by British politics and the news (much like the great majority of the British public). Why is this? Well because the crazy policies may directly affect my life in the near future. It's "somewhat close to home" and therefore interesting. For me, this is the reason why people are obsessed with gossip in Seychelles. Because very little of what is in the news (The Nation/Today in Seychelles, SBC) actually affects you. With a population of 6500 people, anything that happens to anyone on Praslin feels like it is "somewhat close to home". Someone's boat is sunk, someone moves house, someone changes jobs or sells their business. This news is infinitely more interesting than what is printed in the national newspapers and it can spread faster than Twitter! The reason why is because it is "somewhat close to home" much closer to home than what is in the national news.
Perhaps this is not just typical of islands, but indeed any close-knit communities. Workplaces for example. Whilst I generally see gossip as quite negative and damaging, perhaps it is actually a positive sign of a healthy community. My wife and I rarely gossip about people living around us in London, that's because we don't actually know our neighbours or the local community. We live our own very separate lives. Is this a good thing or not? I don't think it's either, it's just a London thing. People have to get on with their own lives to survive here. You can't spend too much time nosey-ing around other people's business, you have to get things done and there are finite hours in the day to get them done.
I guess that leads me to my final thoughts. Perhaps the laid-back island lifestyle of Praslin is more conducive to building a tight-knit local community where everyone knows everyone. And perhaps the rushed and action-packed nature of London means we are very unfamiliar with our neighbours and community. Both ways of living have different prices to pay. Living in a tight knit community, few secrets are kept and gossip travels fast. Living in a road full of strangers, there are times when the walk home can feel cold and awkward. Is there a happy medium to be found somewhere? Can Londoners learn from Praslinois and vice versa?
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