Daily Archives: May 6, 2007

A Tahitian Treat

Posted by on May 6, 2007

Bonjour, and greetings from the island of Tahiti in French Polynesia.

I’m sitting at the food court of the airport writing this. my flight doesn’t leave for another twelve and a half hours, but I’m at the airport for good reason. My hotel for the night was within walking distance of the airport. I took off this morning on what I thought would take me to the center of Papeete, but ended up taking me nowhere. It seems much hotter than Hawaii just because of the high humidity. All that walking with a very heavy bag and no water or food, and I figure I should get something to drink and eat. The most obvious spot for that was the airport, so here I am.

My previous post was written in the dead of night. Now that I have some light, I can see the landscape and everything around me much better. It is definitely less developed here than any place I’ve seen in Hawaii. Lots of corrugated tin/steel on buildings. Lots of older cars. The French influence is heavy. I saw several posters up for the current French Presidential election. I think there might have been local elections as well as I saw several trucks running around with flags and posters of men in suits on the side.

As this is the first day of my trip outside of the US, I should probably clarify a few things for everyone. I view the world as someone who has lived their entire life in the upper Midwest of the United States. That means that 7-11s, oceans and mountains are novelties to me. Like all humans, I have a tendency to notice things that are different from norms which I expect. When I walk into a store in a foreign country, the first thing that always strikes me is that the brands of candy are all different. You see Coke and Pepsi, but I’m used to seeing Coke and Pepsi, so it really doesn’t strike a chord with me. I think humans are hard wired to notice differences. It lets us know when something is wrong and helps us sense danger. (that is not to say that everything different is dangerous, just that is where the tendency to notice differences comes from)

So one thing I’m always going to do is point out how places differ from each other and how they differ from what I’m accustom to. For example, I’ve only seen one make of US automobile in Tahiti so far: a Jeep Wrangler. One thing I enjoying doing is checking out the McDonalds in every place I visit. Some people might turn their nose up at that and say “why would you travel that far just to go to McDonalds?”. If I was just going there to eat, they’d have a valid point. But McDonalds is like a cultural version of a cover done by a band. Every McDonalds is sort of the same, but every McDonalds is different. In Hawaii, McDonalds serves breakfasts with eggs, Spam, and rice. As far as I can tell, that is unique to Hawaii and says something about Hawaii. Something which sticks out precisely because you see it at McDonalds. There is a reason why The Economist uses the Big Mac as a proxy for the cost of living in countries.

The Papeete airport has a McDonalds in it. The menu is the smallest I’ve ever seen. They serve no hamburgers and no french fries. The only sandwich I can see which they sell in a panini ham and cheese melt. They give balloons out to all the children. I don’t know, but maybe they market it as food for children? One data point in an airport is hardly enough to make a conclusion.

On the subject of differences, I’ve noticed lots of obese native Hawaiians while in Hawaii. I’ve seen very few obese Tahitians. Hawaiians came from Tahiti. I wonder if the difference in weight is due to diet (French vs American) or genetics? Just taking a guess, I’d say diet. Hawaii seems much more wealthy and obesity is a problem in other Polynesian countries. The diet here seems more fish/bread oriented, with much less junk food available.

*update*

I’m writing this at 3:15pm local time at a cafe on the harbor in Papeete. I’m paying a high amount for wireless internet and eating some frites and a diet coke.

If you need to do a layover on Tahiti, don’t do it on Sunday. This place is dead. Everything is shutdown. Everyone seems to just be hanging out and flying kites.

I made the mistake of setting out from my hotel without a map or an idea of where I was going. Turns out, its a lot farther to town from the airport than I thought. And the sun is really powerful here. And its humid.

Lesson learned. Don’t set out without an idea of where you are going. Especially when you don’t know the language very well.

I ended up taking a taxi to town and all was well. I still have nine hours to kill before my flight. I also have nothing to read in English.

My French vocabulary is increasing quickly. I need work on simple verbs and grammar. I can read things much easer than I can express my own thoughts. There seems to be some English world that sort of corresponds to many French words.

Chloe, This Is Jack! I Need to Deactivate the Bomb!!!

Posted by on May 6, 2007

While I’m traveling solo, it doesn’t mean I don’t have a support network behind me helping me.

in particular, i’d like to give a shout out to my friend Amy, who is back in Minnesota. She sort of serves as the Chloe to my Jack Bauer. (and I am so like Jack Bauer). I’ve called her on my phone for directions, she’s driven me across state lines to get my drivers license, and, and all sorts of little things online when I don’t have access.

Not only is she good at doing online research, but she has a new daughter and so is spending a lot of time at home and is always close to a computer.

So, thanks Amy!

I will now use this opportunity to post a photo I took on my cell phone of her daughter, Claire when we had lunch at Denny’s.

Claire

Numb3rs

Posted by on May 6, 2007

I’m safe on Tahiti. Its dark and I can’t see anything other than how bad I’m getting robbed. I’ll get to that in a second.

The currency in French Polynesia and all French Pacific Territories is the Pacific Franc (XPF). The Euro is sort of on a 1-to-1 ratio with the dollar. By that I just mean that if something is X Euros, you sort of know it’s in the ballpark of X dollars.

The XPF like 92.4 to the dollar. You pay for stuff in thousands. A bag of Cheetoes in the vending machine is 170 XPF. I’m paying 1,000 XPF for ONE HOUR of WiFi in my own god damn room. This place makes Hawaii look like Sam’s Club. (Oh, I can only use HTTP over this connection. I can’t use Skype, IM or anything else)

Not only do you get the whammy of doing currency conversion, but you also get the new language and metric for the “get your head around it” triple crown. I just set my room temp to 18C. I think that cold.

…I think.

The temperature seems the same as Hawaii but waaaay more humid.

I’m only going to be here about 24 hours before I leave for Easter Island. I think on my return, I’m just going to spend a day on the major islands before I move on to Raratonga. It’s just too damn expensive to spend any significant time here. I’d like to spend a day on Bora Bora, but there is no way in hell I’m going to spend any money diving or doing tours here.

Also, they only have two TV channels in my room Both in French. That doesn’t shock me or surprise me (it is FRENCH Polynesia and it is in the middle of nowhere), but unlike watching Telemundo or Univision, its not funny. I am actually going to take the opportunity and try to expand my very limited French vocabulary. I get a feeling most people here speak English.

I think I will spend my limited time here tomorrow just walking around town, hitting an internet cafe and making sure my reservations for next week and the week after are all secure.

Expect my online access to be very limited over the next week.