La Ruta Maya – Hi from Caye Caulker!

Colleen McCarthy – Jericho

It’s day 6 in Belize, our 1 full day in Caye Caulker. Day 1 was all about travel. After our 4 airport red-eye flight, we landed in Belize City at 9:30 am to be greated with a sign “Colleen and Sabrina – Go
Baracudas!”. Jason the taxi driver, a friend of Allie’s, took us to meet her at the water taxi station, and then off to the bus depot.

A few hours later we arrived at Aunt Helen’s in Georgeville in the north western Cayo district – close to where “La Ruta Maya” begins. Aunt Helen welcomed us with a big plate of rice and beans with deer stew. We spent the evening watching the parade of family members coming and going.

Aunt Helen is the matriarch of a rather large family with 31 grandchildren. Not bad for a 61 yr old. She is not only the matriarch of this beautiful family but also provides many things for the rest of the community as well. Being a forward thinker, she provided a hot lunch program for the school kids as far back as 20 yrs ago – feeding over 100 children. She’s also built them a library and a catholic chapel where the priest comes once a month to say mass. Throughout the almost 4 days we spent there she took it upon herself to introduce us to the local flavours and fatten us up for the big race. Never before have we eaten so much beans and rice, meat, powder buns, johnny cake and fry jacks. Here Sabrina met her new boyfriend, 7 yr old Devon, who followed her everywhere. And the evenings were beautiful. One evening we took a sunset walk up the lane and were guided home by the light of the fireflies.

Day 2 we met up with our toughest competition, Ana and Coy (sisters) for a 2.5 hr river paddle. The canoe is a few years old, and like everything else here, looks beaten up by the elements (but she runs beautifully!). We got in, watched by Ana and Coy’s whole family – and like we said before, families are big here. Aunt Helen’s family are Creole. Ana and Coy’s are Spanish. All the children are beautiful with big smiles, beautiful skin and curly hair. This family has 7 kids, small by Belizian standards. We managed to get in the canoe without tipping it over and off down the river we went. Our goals were to learn the canoe and how to negotiate the little rapids. We did pretty good. The river is low and we are a heavy crew. We didn’t tip over until we were 100 yds from the end and had spectators. Then we bottomed out under some bamboo and got dragged enough to carry scars. The 2nd attempt wasn’t much better. The bamboo wrapped around my arm and we were over again. Looks like we will be portaging some of these low spots.

Day 3 started with a cave tour – done in a canoe. Except this time we got to luxuriate in the middle. The only things we had to negotiate were the flashlights so we could see this sacred mayan place which included burial pots and skulls.

In the afternoon we were back on the river for another 3 hours. this time we went to the race start in San Ignatio and paddled from there. Only one little crisis, it’s a very shallow start and there’s some fancy negotiating under a couple of bridges. We took it a couple of times, trying to find the deep spots without hitting the bridge pylons. They’re talking of releasing some water from the dam on race morning, but it looks like we may be running our canoe through this part too.

Day 4 – Saturday was the day before our first race “Boom to Belize City”. No paddling. Instead we were tourists for the day, visiting the ancient Mayan city of Xunantunich. This was a fairly large city from 400 – 1000 AD, uncovered by archaeoligists within the last 60 yrs. You wouldn’t believe this place. Like Egyptian pyramids, it makes you wonder how a culture could build such amazing structures, 13 stories high with 9 foot high rock sculptures. The pictures we took do a better job of explaining this wonder. The top of this ancient city gave an outstanding view of Guatemala on one side and the Belizian country side on the other.

That night we headed to another friend’s house closer to the next morning’s race start and were in bed by 9:30. People get up early here. The city we were now in was Belmompan – the new capital of Belize. 30 yrs ago most of Belize City was wiped out by a hurricane so they decided to more the capital further inland to keep official documents safer.

Day 5 – Race Day!
We met out canoe and Wendy our sponsor at the site at 8 am after an hours travel in a cushy, comfy truck – in the cab this time. Gave the canoe some lovin and jumped in for a warmup to get rid of the shaky leg syndrome – still getting used to the canoe. 27 canoes lined up on a very skinny start line. We had canoes within 12 inches of either side of us when another one decided to sneak up in between. There is no ama on this canoe, greatly adding to our stress levels. I regretted this mostly when the thought of having no space between the canoes to put the paddle came to mind, but soon found a solution. That boat that squoze in and chocked us on the start line mustn’t have seen our logo. With the horn it was “take it away” paddles clashing, and I’m happy to say we came out the winners. You see our logo has a picture of a Baracuda snapping a paddle in half and that’s what happened. That dumb guy ended up holding two separate pieces, his paddle destroyed and we wwre off. Didn’t get very far though, a couple of strokes and there was another pile up. Our competitor and friend Ana was swimming in the water beside us. Someone had jammed the back of their canoe and she was catapulted out. The boat was upside down and needed to be swum to shore. It was all we could do to stay upright with all the wash and fury. Again, we started and this time broke through. It took 5 minutes for my legs to stop shaking so the boat could settle down.

It didn’t take long to pass a half dozen crews, mostly men, and find our spot in the pack. Strong head winds, deep water and current made us feel at home and happy for our training at Jericho. We did pieces for all of you and felt your energy and well wishes helping us through the first 2.5 hours. Could have used a little more help though during that half hour piece through the mangrove covered canal with its shallow still water. No worries, we got through it, and stretched it out as we hit head winds again for the final stretch to the finish line. Thanks to our support crew cheering us along the race course, we kicked some local butt to give our sponsor another 1st place trophy and ourselves $200 Belize. Not bad for the 3rd time in that canoe. The girls who flipped on the start line were less than 2 minutes behind us, so I guess we better keep training. Our time was 3 hours 6 mins. We will do this race again as day 4 of la ruta maya. Wonder what our time will be that day. By the way we were 12th overall out of 27 teams – mostly men. Not bad.

Today is day 6 and we are sitting on our sarongs sipping a cold beer at the Lazy Lizard watching the tourquise colored water drift by at the split. The reggae boys are seranading behind us.

Allie has been amazing, teaching us about the local customs, flora and fauna. Guiding us on our tours and planning the perfect pre race agenda to set us up for first place. She runs a tour agency here on Caye Caulker so we look forward to our unlimited access to the tours and the first class accomodations our sponsor Auxillou Beach Suites has provided us right on the beach. Check out coverage of Boom to the city at her website www.auxilloubeachsuites.com/BoomRace.html

Allie’s husband Joe is also a godsend putting us up in his hotel for two nights, feeding us frozen yogurt and fresh squeezed orange juice while teaching us how the locals wash their clothes. We are booked here for a week but will go back to the river if need be. La Ruta Maya calls.

Lots of Love,
Colleen McCarthy and Sabrina Schwanebeck

Pouli ka mahina

Dave – Penticton

Wednesday night, October 27th, PRCC held it’s 3rd annual ‘Full Moon Paddle’ on Skaha Lake. This is a special event that we look forward to every year, where outrigger and dragonboat paddlers don their glo-sticks, blinking lights and headlamps, and come together for one last official paddle before most of us lightweights hang our paddles up for the winter.

’s a time for us to get together and celebrate the season that was, our successes and accomplishments – a chance to really feel the o’hana that flows through our club. We also take the time to look ahead to next year, while we talk about our training plans for the off-season (or lack thereof). All the while enjoying the company of our fellow club members, and those die-hard dragonboaters who show up for everything – our extended Penticton paddling family. This is of course not to mention the trip to the pub to warm up again when it’s all over!

What makes this event so special? Well, usually it comes from being blessed by some excellent weather, natural lighting provided by ‘ka mahina’ (the moon), and the opportunity to paddle out into the middle of the lake, with thermoses full of delightful (warm) beverages, and howl at the moon at the top of our lungs. Once again, last night, we had all that… and more!

I’m not sure if you all noticed, but in honour of PRCC’s third annual Full Moon Paddle, to celebrate one of our best seasons ever, I pulled some strings at the office and arranged to turn the moon ‘PRCC orange’ for a couple of hours. I guess sometimes being an astrophysicist has its perks! I can tell you that there is no better place to watch (and howl at) a ‘pouli ka mahina’ (a total lunar eclipse) than from six seat, in the middle of a mirror-surfaced lake with 30 of your paddling family members. It was a truly powerful experience!

Perhaps as this tradition grows over the next couple of years, more clubs will adopt this type of event in late October, and then on December 21, 2010, everyone can join us once again on Skaha Lake for yet another pouli ka mahina.

Mahalo from Penticton
Dave

5 – Better late than never

Ok, I realise that probably the most important posting would have been the one immediately after the race, and that it is pretty late, but here’s an abbreviated rundown of how Sunday went down.

We woke up at 4am in complete darkness and made our way to our last buffet meal of the trip, to carefully choose this ever critical meal. After being fed and packed, we boarded the bus down to Hale O Lono harbour to the boats, where about 1000 paddlers were congregating. Then commenced the task of finding escort boats, and loading them with all our gear. Paddlers stood on the beach by their hulls, watching others to see when they were putting in. Eventually a max exodus began, and everyone was getting their warm up started. The line up forms very quickly, and 15 minutes before the start, the boats are essentially lined up…94 boats total. The starter holds the orange flag up, and as we see his hand imperceptibly move closer to grab the green flag, the race is already going…it is an all out sprint, and there is some surf to grab.

For the remainder of the race, each has his own story, or interpretation, so getting it first hand from someone is recommended…

We headed along Molokai, and it seemed the top crews were already bee-lining towards diamond head. Then, it is a matter of just dealing with the ever changing conditions, and optimizing your boat run. All in all it was an absolutely amazing race, with all the challenges you would expect. We hulied early in the race, and eventually broke wide
open the 4 seat zipper….at times the boat would fill with water so quickly it was frustrating, but then you would turn around and put together two great 15 minute pieces where you would be passing bushels of crews at a time. The last hour or so of the race is to this day the most memorable bit of paddling I have ever been involved in, as we took the inside line around diamond head through the reef breaks…I have never been told to ‘let it run’ in the middle of a race, only to see a large wave crash just ahead of the boat, and then hear Paul say ‘Ok, back on!’ as though everything was normal again…There were times sitting in the escort boat, when you would see your boat disappear behind a set, and you would sit there visualizing the worse, only to see the boat lurch back into sight seconds later…definitely got the heart pumping. Then, the sprint
to the finish on turquoise water…amazing.

Anyhow, a great race, plenty of lessons learned, and many areas to improve, we will surely do better next time…and that’s what it’s all about.

Ok, thanks for reading….!
~ Briac – FCRCC