Rotary Talks

This week I gave my tenth presentation to a Rotary club in Mauritius. Giving presentations is a part of my scholarship that has been incredibly rewarding. In my presentation I talk a bit about myself - where I'm from, my family, my educational background and study abroad.

Then I discuss the Ambassadorial Scholarship - what the scholarship entails and what the goals are as defined by Rotary. I talk about why I chose to come to Mauritius. I tell the Rotary clubs here a bit about my sponsor Rotary club in Rancho Cucamonga and the recent projects they have done. I also talk about the recent projects of my host club in Mauritius, the Rotary of Curepipe. Finally, I discuss what I have been doing in Mauritius - the courses I've been taking, my internship at the Committee on Poverty Association, my involvement with Rotary and Rotaract and my general exploration of the Island through hiking, scuba, etc.

My favorite part about the presentations are the questions I receive from Rotarians. Many share stories of meeting Americans and having to show them a world map in order for the Americans to have a concept of the location of Mauritius and want to know how I came to found out about it. The answer is mainly from living in South Africa not from any geography lesson I learned in school. Also, Mauritius is mentioned in economic development texts so I did come across it in college courses. Often people ask why I would want to study in Mauritius when most Mauritius wish to study in America. I explain that while my course work is a part of my scholarship that it is not the main reason I am here. One of the goals of the scholarship is to increase culture understanding through a geographic diversity of scholars. Mauritius has taught me a lot about what it means to be a developing nation that is celebrated in the international community as an African success story but continues to struggle with its location in a global market economy. After all, Mauritius has no natural resources and gives tax breaks to foreign companies in order to increase investment while attempting to maintain a welfare state which includes free education and health care for all. And, with everything Mauritius has to teach me about development and living in a truly multicultural society, I wanted to be able to teach Americans about a place of which many have not heard.

When discussing some of the projects my sponsor Rotary club has done, some people are surprised to hear that poverty exists in America. It has been interesting to see how American film and television has distorted peoples understanding of my country.
Another question I like is "what will you tell people about Mauritius when you get back?" but you will have to wait a few more months to get my answer to that...

Thank you to the Rotary clubs of Curepipe, Port Louis Citadelle, Quatre Bornes, Phoenix, Beau-Bassin Rose-Hill, Albion, Vacoas, Mahebourg, Riviere Noire and Grand Baie for having me as your guest.

Scuba Photos

Mahashivratri

Mahashivratri (also spelled Mahashivtratree) is a major festival for the Hindu community of Mauritius. Literally "the Great Night of Shiva" it is the most important festival for the devotees of Lord Shiva. Pilgrims walk from all over the island to the sacred lake of Grand Bassin or Ganga Talao. The water in the lake is said to share a source with the waters of the holy Ganges in India and is thus a holy place. The actual public holiday was on a Friday but people coming from the farthest distances started as early as Monday.

I went with a group of friends from the Rotaract club. We started walking from a town close to where I live around 7:30 pm Thursday. Along the road we met up with thousands of people walking towards the lake and passed thousands more on their long journeys home. Some were carrying cavadees of Lord Shiva. Many were barefoot, many others were in flip flops and many of the women were wearing traditional dress such as saris.

In our trainers and backpacks we passed next to the endless line of cars also headed south. Along the road were shelters providing places to sit, food, candy, tea and juice. But we tried not to stop too much, opting instead to keep the momentum. Even power walking, it took us 4 hours to reach Grand Bassin.

The crowd, the lights, the incense, the rain... the scene was overwhelming and wonderful. Everyone sharing a common experience of devotion and worship but doing so in their own personal way.

Above: a giant statue of Lord Shiva.

We made our way down to the water where we left offerings of fruit and incense. As we lit a small fire we prayed. And when we were finished we stepped aside to let others do the same. Many pilgrims take water from the lake for ceremonies to be performed the next day.

Above: Ervin cracking open a coconut. We left one half there and took one half with us.

After praying we went to a large tented area to eat. The ginormous pots of briani were a welcome sight. But as we finished our meal the reality of only being half way done sunk it. We changed our socks and headed back into the rain, this time at a considerably slower pace. It was a long walk and we were all tired. We ended up getting home around 6:30 am. It was a long night but I went to sleep feeling like i had been a part of something bigger than myself. And my legs were aching with piousness.

A visit to the hospital

Health care is free in Mauritius. Mauritians, however, seem to have mixed feeling about the quality of the free health care. Most who can afford to do so choose to go to the private clinics instead of the public hospitals. They believe that by paying, you see better doctors and receive higher quality care. There are some exceptions. For instance, hospitals are better equipped to deal with major heart problems. As I'm not really in a position to critique the entire system, I will simply tell you my experience:
About four weeks ago I dropped a diving weight on my this-little-piggy-ate-none toe. Really, I swear it wasn't my fault, but don't worry, there will be plenty of time for judging my common sense later in the story. The toe was really hurting and wouldn't bend. But my parents were coming the next day and I had made lots of plans and hate going to the hospital so I decided the best thing to do was to clean it up and tape it to my middle toe. I figured worse case scenario was that I broke it and since there is nothing to be done for a broken toe I decided it wasn't worth spending hours and hours at a hospital just for a doctor to tell me to tape my toes together. So, fast forward four weeks. My toe still won't bend. I've been taping it but have also been continuing to dive, swim, walk around, etc. The knuckle that the weight dropped on looks flat and slightly out of place. So, I finally decide it's time to see a doctor. My worry now is that it was broken but healed wrong and that when I get to the hospital they are going to have to re-break it and start over. As the true American I am, I find my insurance card, pack a book and some homework, bring my ipod and head to the hospital. My roommate and boyfriend assure me that the insurance card is very unnecessary but I figure it's good to be safe.
8:30: arrive
8:40: called into back, take a seat outside the examining room
8:45: baby throws up in the hall
8:46: see doctor, explain my stupidity, doctor looks at my toe and says it doesn't look good, doctor agrees that I'm not the brightest crayon in the box, gives me a form and sends me over to x-ray
8:50: baby throw up is being cleaned. hand form to x-ray desk
8:54: go in for x-rays
8:56: out of x-ray room, wait for x-rays
9:03: bring x-rays to doctor. same room, but new doctor
9:06: look at x-rays. my toe is not broken and I shouldn't have been taping it. probably why it won't bend. told to come to physical therapy tomorrow and written prescription for pain killers
9:14: receive medication from Medical counter
9:15: leave

Not only useful and efficient but entirely free. Now, for the cynics, I can't say Mr. Clean would have crossed his arms and nodded his head in approval and it smelled a bit like Men's Central Jail. But, the lines kept moving and the doctors seemed knowledgeable. I couldn't believe how quickly we were in and out and the fact that I saw a doctor, had x-rays and was given medicine with no mention of cost and no lengthy forms to fill out. They didn't even ask for an ID and it made no difference that I'm not Mauritian. I cannot say that if I had had a more serious injury, or been at a different hospital or come at a different time of day or any number of other things, that it would have been such a positive experience. All I can say is that maybe America has a thing or two to learn from the so called developing world.

Cavadee

The festival of Cavadee originates from an ancient Tamil legend. The story goes: Idumban was a reformed bandit. One day, his guru Agattiyar ordered that he should set off for the mountains and bring back the two summits. He was instructed to attach them at the ends of a cavadee, a simple yoke. Obedient and faithful, Idumban went to the mountains and firmly tied the two peaks to his yoke. As he set out to bring them back to Agattiyar, however, Lord Murga, son of Shiva and Ouma, changed himself into a little boy and hid in one of the peaks in order to weigh down the load. When Idumban discovered him he was furious and, unable to recognize his god, began to fight with the young boy. In the fight, Muruga pierced him with his spear and Idumban died. The guru Agattiyar and his followers prayed for the Divine grace of Idumban and their God agreed to resurrect the dead man. To thank God, it was commonly decided that all those who will carry the Cavadee to the temple will have their wishes granted. It is also an opportunity to thank God for the favors that have already been bestowed.

The festival is celebrated many times during the year but the most famous is "Thaipoosam Cavadee" which took place on the 30th of January this year. It is an incredibly spiritual day for the Tamils of Mauritius. Before the actual day, the faithfuls have been fasting (not eating meats and certain other foods) for ten days as well as abstaining and praying. The day begins with ceremonial ablutions in the river or the sea. Milk is poured into small brass pots that are covered with a piece of cloth and tied to the cavadee or held on heads. Many offer their flesh to the "vels" which are sharp needles or silver pikes pierced through cheeks, foreheads, tongues, backs, chests, legs and arms. It is said that adorning these piercings without showing signs of pain is good triumphing over evil.

The crowed then moves from the water to the temple forming a colorful procession of devotion. I met up with my boyfriends' family en route. The sun was incredibly hot and bystanders had attached hoses to their houses in order to wet the concrete and ease the pain of those walking barefoot. Others were handing out juice and food. Men, women and children carrying the cavadees often winced silently under the weight of the ornate structures.

Reaching the temple on the hill requires a final hike up hundreds of steps. Some choose to walk some or all of these steps on sandals made up nails turned sharp side up, cavadee still balanced on their shoulders. Reaching the temple, devotees enter to pray. There is food and and drinks. The physical pain and spiritual devotion is palpable in the heat. The procession of people and cavadees seems endless. It was incredible to witness such devotion.

(information above taken from http://www.mysterra.org/webmag/cavadee.html)

Rodrigues

While my parents were here we spent 4 days/3 nights visiting Rodrigues an island dependency 560 km east of Mauritius. With a predominantly roman catholic creole population of approximately 37,000, the island seems very different than the main island of Mauritius. Before I visited, people kept telling me that Rodrigues is like Mauritius 30 years ago. If this is true, Mauritius has truly made rapid, unprecedented progress.

Although the tourism industry is beginning to grow in Rodrigues, the hotel accommodations are no where near the luxury, 5 start resorts found in Mauritius. My parents and I stayed at a lovely hotel in the southeast of the island call the Mourouk Ebony. Pictured to the left is the view from the pool where we ate lunch and watched the kite surfers.

Although you cannot really tell from the greenness of the picture to the left that we took while hiking/exploring the island, water is a huge problem for the people of Rodrigues. Each house is equipped with a storage tank. At a designated time during the week (the schedule for water distribution is given via radio) residents open the water valves and fill their tanks for the week (or sometimes two weeks). In the summer, lack of rain exacerbates the problem.

In addition to the free social services in Mauritius such as education and health care, in Rodrigues, land and water are also free. Even with this large amount of social spending, the poverty is obvious and there is a lack of viable employment. There is not much of a private sector in Rodrigues and fishing and agriculture provide the livelihood of most people. Onions and garlic are grown for export to Mauritius and maize and chickens are produced for domestic consumption. The island is also know for its dried Octopus which is both consumed and exported. There are paved roads for the 200 or so privately owned vehicles on the island but the preferred mode of transportation seems to be public bus or motor bike.

The main market is held on Saturday morning in the capital of Port Mathurin. Pictured to the left is my mother shopping for various chillies. Also found at the market are various chutneys, drinks, woven basket and hats as well as fruits, vegetables and meats. There are also various other souvenir type items aimed at the growing tourism industry.

Although 4 days was not enough time to see everything, I would have to say that from what I saw the best part of Rodrigues in under the water. Bouba diving club (www.boubadiving.com) conveniently situated at the hotel with a friendly, knowledgeable staff took us to explore the colorful corals and huge schools of fish. I would imagine that the sea really is what it must have been in Mauritius 30 years ago before the pollution of the textile industry and non-ecologically friendly tour operations such as the underwater sea walk (where you literally walk across the corals). I went on one deep dive to see blacktip reef sharks, but even at shallow depths there was lots to see (pictures to follow shortly). The coral in Rodrigues seems brighter and more alive and being the only divers around made it seem like we were truly observing an entirely different world.

Ile aux Aigrettes - video

I have nothing else to say about this. Enjoy.