s/v Morning Star

Cartagena, a Classy Place

2006-10-15T14:38:00.000-05:00

The walled city of Cartagena originally comprised three districts: El Centro, San Diego, and Getsemani. The El Centro and San Diego areas were home to Cartagena's upper and middle classes. Getsemani, separated from it's richer neighbors by a channel, was where the poorer Cartagenians lived. You can see this on a map by clicking on the the link that follows. NOTE: the area shown on the map as "La Matuna" was originally a channel before it was filled in the early 1900's. http://www.cartagenatravel.com/english/images/map01.gif

To a great extent these broad distinctions survive today. So too do the finer distinctions of class as mirrored in the city's architecture. By asking someone about certain architectural details of their home, you can determine clues about their social status. For example...

Buenos dias, senora.
Do you live in a "high house" with multiple stories and high ceilings,

or a single story "low house"?

A high house, you say.

But is your balcony very long, or only a few pillars wide?

Four pillars wide, you say. That is quite impressive.

But tell me, is you door very massive and covered with many metal buttons...

or is it somewhat more modest?

Very massive with a great many buttons, you say. Very good!

Tell me, does some one stand guard at your doorway,

or sleep in it?

A tall guard stands by your door, you say.

You must be very rich to have a guard standing in front of your massive door covered with many metal buttons under the impressive, long balcony of your high house. However, in a country that seems to place great value on big knockers there is really only one question that matters.

Are they originals,
or fine reproductions?

The Charmers of Cartagena by Our Side

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The New Cartagena---Boca Grande

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The Sunlit Skyline of Boca Grande...our View from the Docks

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Child's Play in and around Plaza Santa Domingo

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Sitting as still as statues we see these two boy fishermen. One day we walked passed a stoic blackened fisherboy in La Matuna who was standing upon a pedestal in a casting pose for nearly an hour. As we crossed the construction site nearby, I hurried back and placed several coins in his tin. He immediately moved...and slowly casted and pulled back his rod. Soon everyone around was dashing nearby tossing in coins. I stood before him gawking and his glance rivoted mine, and bowing his head, his cast reeled in my hand in his to kiss it.
A mime speaks many words silently to his listeners,
but his smile tells what words can't.
We had just met these two beaming chidren and already their smiles have captured Rick.

Xiomara

2006-10-01T12:03:00.000-05:00

Meet Xiomara our tour guide for the day and soon to be good friend.

Cruising is much like throwing a pebble into a pond and watching the rings expand outward. Instead of water, the rings are ever expanding circles of friendship. It was through our friend Peter, whom we met while cuising in Halifax last summer, that Xiomara became our tour guide for the day.

She practiced her English with us and we our Spanish with her, as she led us thru the Palacio de la Inquisicion.

Xiomara cheerfully answered our many questions about the history of Cartagena and of the time when witches and other heretics were tortured and executed.

By the end of the tour a new circle formed.

Xiomara introduces us to Angelica

2006-09-30T22:49:00.000-05:00

Hard to believe, but this basin of fruit is truly balanced on Angelica's head! It is not glued, pinned or anchored there. Angelica lifts and places it upon her own head above a soft mounded towel for comfort. From early morn on, 58-year-old Angelica sways down the street carrying her fruit stopping only when a customer wishes a fruit salad.

Though the sun was very bright and hot, it paled to the radiant smiles of Angelica and Xiomara that made our day so wonderful.

With a large butcher knife, Angelica carves out the sweetest salad of pineapple, cantaloupe, watermelon, mango to name only a few.

Buying Fruit...

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couldn't be easier on the dock at Club Nautico!

Gazing at one of the Fountains of Plaza de Bolivar

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Balancing upon her Head

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With a basin full of fresh tropical fruits perched on her head, this lovely lady of Cartagena waltzes past a nearby doorway, which is about the size of a garage door back home!

The Streets the Ancient Walled City of Cartagena

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Staying on the Docks of Club Nautico, Cartagena

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The Skyline of Cartagena to Welcome us

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We were happy to see that the Rhodes designed Alert had beat us in.

A Waterspout Whirls out of a Black Cloud

2006-09-23T15:49:00.000-05:00

We had plenty of wind while crossing the Caribbean from the San Blas to Cartagena, Colombia. Passing through a series of squalls as we near Cartagena, Rick wasn't too surprised to see this waterspout drop out the dark clouds. If you look at the upper left corner of the photo, you will see how the tight funnel curves from the cumulonimbus cloud to the turbulence over the water.

Lisa, Master Mola Maker, meets us in the San Blas

2006-09-23T15:33:00.000-05:00

We are sure that you remember Lisa who is female by gender and male by sex. A Kuna, Lisa was the third of male children. Since there were no girls to handsew mola, Lisa was raised sewing them from the time she was four. As a young adult, she felt misplaced among the boys chose female hormone injections when she traveled to Panama City to sell her mola. Once when she returned with a young male friend, her mother did not recognize her. Since the village would not accept her homosexuality, her friend was admonished. Lisa loved her people more and chose her Kuna village to her lovelife. Lisa stopped by to celebrate her 43rd birthday and bring a molamade sundress and t-shirt to me.

Winged Swallows Stow Aboard with no land in Sight

2006-09-23T15:22:00.000-05:00

So this letter was sent to Bernie & Evonne of s/v Australia 31, avid birdwathers: The first one was riding the windvane like a carnival ride, then lit upon the lifeline. Then another showed up beside the first that the "squatter" pecked down out of reach. Then Rick fed them water from a bowl and they perched on his hand to drink. Then a third flew in to sit upon the main halyard under the dodger thinking it could fly thru the clear shield. None seem stressed or upset, just exhausted. We have not seen land for at least 7 hours but loving their company. Rick just reported that "one just shit on my cushion, that lil' bastard!" They are now all three on the dodger top not an inch apart. They are not like any bird in our book, similar to the cliff swallow but with no distinct white collar. Shall I scrutinize one's rectal orifice for identification in your Birds of Panama book? Here flies in another, this one a bit smaller---with a definite chestnut collar, possibly a cave swallow? They were delighted when we unzipped the dodger window so they could fly in and out. Will this be a problem when the immigration officer comes aboard tomorrow? Our crew list only shows two passengers. Awaiting a swift reply, Terry

A Cuyuco load of Ngobe head to Bocastown

2006-09-23T15:12:00.000-05:00

It will be miles before they arrive but this sturdy seaworthy canoe dug out from a single tree will get them there. Traveling from Bahia Almirante, they go to pick up fuel and family members. Once a teen paddled by our boat while on anchor off Bocastown. He was looking for work. He paddled back the following morning at the agreed time to scrub the hull and our cockpit with us. We had peanut butter sandwiches and limonade when he told me where he lived----over 15 miles away!

Isla Bastimentos Village of Salt Creek

2006-09-23T15:02:00.000-05:00

We came by dinghy to see a trail where the two and three-toed sloth occupy the same niche with white-faced capuchin monkeys. There would be cayman rising in the creek but we were awed by the children once we arrived.

The youngsters split the tough husk of a coconut by slamming the sidewalk. Then they scoop out the pipa with their tiny strong hands.

Children Having Children in the Ngobe Village of Salt Creek

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The classroom empty for the afternoon a the children care for siblings at home. A girl may have her first when she is twelve as Saulita did.
Saulita is now pregnant again and can barely lift her nine-month-old baby lying in his hammock. He weighs about 36 lbs, has no toys but stares at the ceiling all day.

A toddler herself gladly carries her baby brother. Their mother may be a half mile away. The village on Isla Bastimentos has no crime, spreads along a single weaving sidewalk that continues to cross the island to the beach on the Caribbean. The huts that house over a thousand people pepper the hillside and rain forest along the way. There is only one tiny tiende, a church and a single classroom. All were closed on the afternoon while we were there.

Private Island Outside Linton, Panama

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Child at home in Bluefields Village

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The Needy Cauchera Family paddles out to say Goodbye

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Terry spends time with Latino teens of Cauchero

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Rick has found some Ripe Cacao Seeds

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Visiting A Latino Family in Cauchero

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Evonne of Australia 31 rests and cools down after a morning of hiking the rain forest.