24/08/2013 - The Curieuse Motley Crew
So, 4 weeks in
and we’ve survived. For the most part this has been down to us working together
and helping each other out; a motley crew but a crew none-the-less. This week
has seen many fine examples of selfless, kind acts and brilliant team work: continuing
an amazing mural at the Rangers’ Station; helping each other with mosquito nets
at bedtime, especially after an exuberant ‘H’-themed BBQ party; the generosity
of Anastasia and her family who took some of the volunteers to La Digue on
their catamaran; countless ‘toilet chains’ to fill the butt with water; Shark
Shack’s never-failing bedtime routine; lending helpful advice to each other on
matters such as island shaving; completing a successful inundation at high tide
in the mangroves; and, endless brilliant cooking. Yes, this week has ticked
along ‘quite nicely’, as Reggie would say.
It only seemed
right that this blog entry should follow in the same vein, and thus I have
asked my fellow happy campers to write about their highlights of the month…
Aly
After three
astounding weeks it’s going to be extremely difficult to choose a favourite
moment, so I guess I won’t. The only way I can even begin to explain the beauty
that is Curieuse is by describing my time here as a process. Though I have
undergone a number of processes here the most important one I can think of is
my triumph over the jungle. Before coming here, I was terrified of all insects.
A tingle on my neck would send me tripping and stumbling towards the nearest
mirror to scour my body for a spider whilst the whisper of the wind on my leg
would force me to demolish my skin via an uncontrollable slap. However, with
the help of the staff and the amazing friends I have made here, I have learned
to cherish the spiders and will in fact miss the giant millipede that curled up
in my hand. The people here accompanied by the sparkling ocean and dazzling sun
have shown me how to truly appreciate the beauty in the small things, the bare
necessities of life.
Ana
So my time in
paradise has come to an end and a feeling of nostalgia is already hitting me.
This trip has
been one of the best experiences of my life, and I couldn’t be any more
grateful for all the moments that I have lived here. Coming here alone was a
challenge but it is amazing how quickly one can adapt to a new type of life.
All the hikes, the cuts in my legs, the sweat, the mud mixed with tortoise poo,
the centipedes, rats, spiders and machetes were all part of the fun. But this
place has offered me so many good moments. From waking up at 5.30 am to go on a
Coco de Mer survey to relaxing on the beach after a hard day of hiking, from
base duties to seeing adorable hatchlings, … It was all worth it. This island
that has been my home for the past 3 weeks has made me realize how lucky I am.
I’m leaving this place but so many memories will remain in Curieuse. Thank you
to all of you for being part of my family during this month, YOLO (sollllz)
Anastasia
7 days. 7 little
days that seem like a few hours right now while I write this article.
Arriving here I
knew there would be lots of new experiences waiting for me. It goes from
getting to know my brand new roommates, two centipedes and a leper, to building
an incredible and historical stair.
Still the most extreme experience was painting the mural. I was enjoying the
experience so much that it wasn’t until the end that I realised that there was
more paint on me …than on the wall.
Well to be
honest the best was to experience real silence. Huge monumental silence only
broken by the murmur of the Indian Ocean crashing against the pristine sand. I
got attached to this simple life.
Hope I’ll come
back.
Andrew
Curieuse island
is a very special place and it has been fun and a privilege to take part in
such a wide range of interesting projects. Thanks go to a well organised team
who are knowledgeable and passionate about the work they are doing and have
helped to ensure a memorable experience for all the volunteers. I’ve
particularly enjoyed watching and learning about the birds of the Seychelles
and discovering the magic of scuba diving in my free time. It has been a
challenge and entertaining to see how we all have adapted to the simplicities
of island life.
Clem
Going to the
Seychelles with GVI has been a very edifying experience. Even though living on
a remote island which lacked many of the modern day luxuries has been very
tough for me at times, my three weeks living on the expedition base at Curieuse
has definitely been enriching. I especially enjoyed going on bird watching
hikes, which were always a pleasure with Noel’s never-ending enthusiasm every
time a different exotic bird was spotted in the sky. Playing volleyball matches
and Frisbee games on the beach was also good fun, especially with Andrew who
ran in the sea a few times to save his Frisbee from being drowned away by the
ocean, and Aly, whose ultra-competitiveness in volleyball was always humorous
to observe. One highlight of my time here was definitely defeating Reggie, the
camp manager, at a game of assassin, which was done very subtly by asking him
early in the morning before an excursion if he’s ever heard of the famous
"beanbag society" from
Plymouth university. The expression on Reggie’s face when he learned that he’s
just been "assassinated" was simply priceless. All things said, these
three weeks of volunteering have been extremely unique and instructive.
Hannah
The thing I have loved the most about my time here is epitomised by
the way I spent my birthday weekend. I have never spent my birthday away from
home, and my family and friends would tell you that I make a fairly big deal
out of it. Everybody here was so amazing that I did not feel home sick for a
moment. On the Friday we had an ‘H’ themed BBQ which was a surprise for me (I
went dressed as myself), and I had to guess the theme whilst costumes such as
Hercules, a Hillbilly, a Hippie and a Hawksbill turtle appeared. On the
Saturday we were generously invited on Anastasia’s family’s Catamaran and we
sailed across to La Digue. Though we were slightly embarrassed as we arrived on
the gorgeous boat bruised, dirty and probably slightly smelly, we were welcomed
with open arms and quickly relaxed into the luxurious lifestyle. La Digue was
an amazing island and I would thoroughly recommend the beach Anse Source
D’Argent – it certainly deserves its title of the best beach in the world. On
the Sunday we had a relaxed day soaking up the sun and making pizza for the
evening, whilst Sarah and Lib secretly made me a delicious cake. In the evening
we took a walk down the beach with a beer and I couldn’t believe my luck as we
watched the beautiful sunset we have grown so used to. It was a once in a
lifetime weekend that I will be telling my children and my grandchildren about,
made all the better by the friendships I have made here – I will miss everyone
so much when I leave, thank you all for giving me the best month and a better
birthday than I could have possibly hoped for.
Laura Aussie
After being here
for twelve solid weeks, it’s hard to describe an absolute highlight. Every day
has been as new and exciting as the next, and experiencing the wonders of
nature with a new bunch of people each month has really broken the idea of
routine. However it’s hard not to marvel at the world I’ve been living in these
past three months. Waking up to the lulls of the ocean every morning, just
metres from our doorstep, is definitely something I will miss. The scenery has
been unimaginable. More than anything I will miss the simple fact that we live
here, on this tropical island, in pure isolation. Far enough away from the
pressures of society.
With all this in mind, my time here just
wouldn’t have been the same without the beautiful people I’ve met along the
way. I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in all my life, and I’m stoked to have
had the opportunity to share this experience with such incredible, like-minded
people. It’s been simply magic.
Laura English
Four short weeks
is but a blink of an eye here on the magical island of Curieuse, but the deluge
of experiences that I have had here, have been magical. From watching the
plucky turtle hatchlings emerge from their nest and struggle valiantly towards
the dazzlingly turquoise Indian Ocean, taking a trip to the stunning island of
La Digue on a catamaran or just chilling out on Shark Shack’s ‘veranda’, I
cannot choose a favourite moment from my time here. However, climbing Mount
Curieuse for the second time, and then forging a path through the jungle down
to Anse Badamier was a particular highlight. As a child, I dreamed of being an
explorer, and this expedition was all I could have hoped for. Clambering up
rocky outcrops, clinging with my fingertips to granite boulders, followed by a
slippery descent through the trees, having to fight through cobwebs and dense
foliage, and finally arriving on a pristine, deserted beach was pretty damn
good. I was only gutted that I didn’t have to crawl on my hands and knees at
any point. Not quite that hard core (awks). But still, this trip I have been
living the dream, and have met some wonderful people. I feel exceptionally
privileged and will always remember my time here. And as a final note; the
colour of the water is indescribable – blue/turquoise/green. Whatever I say
won’t help. You just have to come here to see it for yourself.
Lib
Rocks. Before
Curieuse I wasn’t much of a fan of clambering up them or stepping from one to
another across a dark abyss, or the agony that is a graze.
I exaggerate,
but basically I didn’t like that sort of thing. Give me stable, continual
ground please. Or grass! I love grass. BUT now the clambering over and scaling
of boulders is what makes my day in the field! Admittedly, I still don’t like
it very much when you confidently step on a rock, smugly avoiding the fickle
soil around it, as you ascend or descend one of Curieuse’s many hillsides and
the rock decides to crumble, sending you staggering sideways into a Razor Palm
(of course, who would?) But now I love squeezing myself between them, lowering
myself over them, desperately hugging them hoping to defy gravity somehow and
scrambling up their 85˚ angled sides (the person before you managed to do it so
you must too –‘Summon your inner Spiderman Elizabeth!’). I like rocks now- they
add some spice to mundane, predictable grass.
Sarah
And me? Well
surprisingly I’ve loved the quiet moments on this island…moments where we are quiet that is. Tweets have been a
particular highlight…getting up before dawn, trekking to some obscure point, watching
the sunrise whilst searching for movement or sound, finding it, trying to
identify it and gain the sought after affirmative nod from Pat or Noel, writing
it down in a satisfyingly organised list on paper that claims to be
‘all-weather’ (yup, all-weather, write in the rain…blows my mind). Human noise
stops for 10 minutes and we just get to listen to all the different sounds of
the island. This brings me to my other favourite time of day here…about 6pm.
I’m as clean and dry as one can get here, Digby has had his run and is
momentarily distracted by rats in the kitchen, the sun is setting and we are
finally allowed a cold beer (yes, that is what we use our limited solar power
here for…obvs). I walk, or as near to walking as I get when I’m alone (please refer
to week 1’s blog), beer in hand, along the beach and watch wildlife feed, get
ready for bed, wake up (if you’re a bat) and the sky splits in two as the sun
sets to my right and the purple sky from my left moves across to close the
curtains on the day.
As it happens,
it’s 6.08pm now and so I’d better go and do just that. Luckily everyone else
has written the bulk of this blog entry for me, not that I planned it that way
or anything…!
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