Thursday, January 31, 2008

Notes From the Caribbean Coast

"A lie can travel halfway around the world
while the truth is putting on its shoes."

Mark Twain

This is a rare noontime photo
from the crater rim of Volcan Poas C R when the clouds parted for a few minutes. January 25, 2008

Somewhere south of Puerto Limon on the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica, there is a place where German doctors, British birders and all Fellini's children can mingle, relax and bask in the sun and sea. It is a place where anything goes and nothing goes too far or too fast. It is like looking into the rabbit hole and staying for as long as you like.
The day begins with the howls of th
e Howler Monkeys in the trees above my cabin. The Howlers are very fussy and only stay where life is easy and it is common to see them take one bite of fruit, throw the rest to the ground and grab another. The feeding Three Toed Sloth is in no hurry knowing full well that its food abounds.


Life is cheap and easy here. I have Blue Morpho Butterflies and Hummingbirds right at my door. This is my cabana. It costs $17US per night and you can find cabanas with kitchens, some near the water for as low as $200 per month. Stay tuned for more Notes From the Caribbean Coast!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Waltzing Matilda


"The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail.
Travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for."

Louis L'Amour (1908 - 1988)
Ride The Dark Trail

Today begins a departure both figuratively and literally. I will begin with a legend and finish with the truth.


The poignant Australian folk song "Waltzing Matilda" tells the story of an itinerant worker (a sheep shearer) brewing a pot of tea at a bush camp and stealing a sheep to eat. When the owner arrives with three lawmen to arrest him, he drowns himself in a nearby lake and haunts the area for eternity.
By most accounts, the original lyrics were written in 1895 by the Australian nationalist poet Banjo Paterson and it was first published in 1903.
Many scholars and folklorists argue that the song is a political statement in much the same way as classic children’s nursery rhymes attacked political figures in earlier centuries. The song is not an explicit attack on the squatters’ refusal to pay shearers higher wages. However, it has been argued that the plot of ‘Waltzing Matilda’ is based on the conflict that raged between these two groups in the 1890s before the song was composed.
Waltzing Matilda is the act of carrying a "swag" which is a shoulder bag used to carry a man's provisions and blankets.
The name Matilda comes from a old Teutonic female name meaning "mighty battle maid" and is used in this case as a slang term for a de facto wife who accompanies the wanderer.
A Billabong is a small area of water leading from a river.
A Coolibah is a gum or eucalyptus tree.
A Swagman is an Australian tramp.
A Billy is an old can used to make tea.
A Tucker Bag is part of the Swag used to hold food.
A Jumbuck is a sheep.
A Squatter was originally the land owner.

Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard
as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.