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Year 2010

Update from Afganland

The end of Ramadan, the 9/11 anniversary, the Koran burning protests, and other negative stories “means taliban is going to step up their operations again” according to Corporal Butler, my friend who is serving in Afghanistan.

Ken’s been out on four missions so far but says that, “all was calm in this vicinity for eid. There were some attacks in the area for 9-11 but they did not attack here.” In his e-mail he seemed a little disappointed to have missed the excitement, but his boredom is the best news I can hear.

If you’re like me you may feel like there’s not much news from Afghanistan. Maybe it’s a symptom of living where I do now (and not being glued to a radio for eight hours a day) but I didn’t know a thing about any of this until Ken told me. The fact is though that today we get the news we seek, and more information about the war is always a click away.

Keep it up Ken!

The Grotto

Yesterday brought many things. Beautiful dreams before a delicious breakfast, subtly diffused sunlight and a gorgeous swim in churning blue water, beers over a pick-up bed under cracking rain. All these things made for a lovely day, but there was a piece missing. A Forbidden Island shaped piece with a little label affixed reading: Terra Incognita.

Our expedition party started on Saturday night and it was late Sunday morning before the drink rations ran dry, after a brief rest more than half of our team came down with a mysterious illness. They reported a general malaise including nausea and hyper-sensitivity to light and sound. In other words, no one much felt like plodding through the jungle (next to a golf course) to a hidden island (follow Forbidden Island Rd.) for a day spent in the heat and sun.

Grotto Cognita

The Grotto is a cave washed out on the dry side of a volcanic sea cliff. It’s protected from the sun and rain by a thick green canopy. The slopped ceiling drips with white roots and a few limestone stalactites, the whole covered area being about equal to a basket ball gymnasium’s. The most notable feature of this place though are the underwater tunnels that open up onto the sunny side of the cliff. Luminescent sapphire light shoots through the water, from the entrance it outlines the openings and schools of silhouettes dart through it, but swim deeper back into the cave and look out from the back wall, you’ll see the whole pool is bright with complex variations of this gem-blue sea-light.

Even better yet!? Hold your breath and swim straight down, four or five body lengths, down here the floor is variegated royal purple, lavender, brick red and black. Spin onto your back and float up towards the electric blue liquid mirror of the water’s surface. Maybe there are Scuba divers blowing their bubbles (tiny glimmering jewel-mirrors and silver doubling jellyfish) underneath you to tickle your skin and brush through your hair.

After an hour’s swim the water turned rougher and more people piled in. After a few flying leaps from the diving rock, PJ and I trudged back up the long staircase to the parking lot. There we met the rain and Dale, a solo scuba diver and co-proprietor of Speedy Tërtle/Turtle Scuba, who shared his beer and stories with us as the rain poured down. Having no tourists to tour today, he’d spent the afternoon underwater spotting rare sub-species of nudibranch. Imagine if butterflies never found wings and all their rich morphological variation was concentrated in their soft larval bodies, that’s a nudibranch, and there are many rare varieties of these naked snails in the waters off Saipan, even in the most popular swimming holes.

The Apartment

The post introducing my little apartment lacked a photo of the exterior. Well, here it is in all of it’s glory. I live three floors up, behind the third door. Previously I had the floor all to myself, but as of a few days ago a neighbor moved in to the apartment to the right of mine. Except for some wall-quaking electric grinding/drilling sounds a few mornings ago, she’s been great.

Also for those of you who have asked for more photos, have you been checking my Picasa Web Albums? A lot of the photos I’ve taken are there along with many that didn’t fit into a post. So check ’em out.

TOMORROW: FORBIDDEN* ISLAND**!

Tomorrow PJ and I are doing the unthinkable, the unrecommended, the expressly forbidden. We are determined to visit… (Deep breath) Forbidden* Island**.

In preparation we have consulted a dizzy shaman who divined the island’s location and drew a map for us. According to the few decipherable scribbles, the journey will take us down a “dirt road” around a “mountain” to the treacherous stretch known only as “Forbidden Island Road.” From there, no man has returned [without having seen Forbidden* Island**].

When we return, nay, IF we return, I will make a post about it. An epic, forbidden* post.

* Island may not actually be forbidden.
** Also the island may not be an island.

Senders Receive

Wanna postcard? Here’s my Saipan address, borrowed from PJ’s family:

Kevin Casey
c/o Auntie Tina
PO Box 5347CHRB
Saipan, MP 96950

As far as I’ve seen there are no street addresses in Saipan. PJ said that for some government forms where a resident’s location is required, a little box is provided for drawing a map to your house.
No consistent street addresses means no mailboxes or mail slots, no curbside delivery or pickup. None of the R2-D2 blue boxes for dropping mail off either. Post office box numbers are very limited and the wait-list to have one assigned is years long. That’s why I’m happy to be able to share this box with PJ, the Christastamo’s (that’s auntie Tina’s family) and a few other family members.
If you feel like it (especially you non-commenting readers) drop a note my way. Remember, Saipan is a part of the USA so a postcard is $0.28 and a letter stamp is $0.44 until the end of the year.

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