Aride Island: October 2008

Friday, 17 October 2008

Hols in the UK

I should apologise for the lack of entries over the last month, but we have been away enjoying our annual leave, but now back in residence on Aride we have got chance to catch up. As part of our contract we get two months annual leave, one of the months comes together with a return flight to the UK, so all excited on the 12th September we found ourselves on Air Seychelles actually flying back to the UK for a holiday, at this point I realised I had never actually gone to the UK from another country for my holidays before.

A month sounds a long break and it was going to be the first time that Melv and I had actually ever taken a holiday for such a length of time and not been building a house or the like. But having said that, looking back now I can’t believe how quickly the time actually went.

We had a wonderful break; a large percent of it was spent staying with mum and dad on the North Wales coast, slightly different temperatures to the Indian Ocean that we were used to, but a fantastic coastline, with sandy bays and rugged cliffs and excellent walks. I managed to meet up with family, and Melv who was experiencing withdrawal symptoms from no fishing managed to buy the cheapest rod in the local shop and with the first cast bring out a 4 ½ Ib bass that was the talk of Rhos on Sea seafront.

We did manage to get to Spain to see friends Steve and Kate, for which our livers will never forgive us. Now

living near Grenada, they have started a project restoring an old mill house in Bazza Natural Park and it was excellent to be able to explore a part of Spain that we have never been to before. A very quiet and beautiful part of the world, and on walking up the valley beside the house over a weekend we saw more golden eagles than people all day. Melv particularly enjoyed sampling the tapas, and I managed to take two dips in the Med – blinkin freezing after the Indian Ocean.

Towards the end of the month, our travels took us to Somerset for a very short stay, limited by this time by finances, but we managed to meet up with family and friends and of course went out to the local curry house. Melv put his liver through yet some more abuse, from which his mate took two days to sober up, whilst I managed to get a ukulele lesson over a bottle of wine or two.

There were loads of things we had hoped to do but never managed to, sorry Bob I never got to the AGM, but it was excellent to see the photos and sorry Von and Sarah; I never got to give you a call our time in Somerset was very brief.

Some of the other highlights of the month were to walk into a supermarket and just look at the fruit and vegetables then being able to fill our basket with whatever we wanted, especially bread, cheese and chocolate. To have a cup of builder’s tea with semi skimmed milk every morning, probably one of the simple things I’ve missed most! To go to the pub, where I had been dreaming of eating steak and ale pie and chips – and do so – hard to believe I used to be vegetarian. To watch footie on the TV, especially Liverpool beating Man Utd, sorry Melv, and drink beer.

We got back to Seychelles just a couple of days ago and it is good to be back, even though on our first shopping trip we were to be told that milk, milk powder, vege oil and cheese were ‘All finished’!

Food in the Seychelles

When we first heard we had the job here, we asked around all the people we knew, who’d worked in the Seychelles to get some idea of what to expect, conservation is a small world so it wasn’t that difficult, the one thing they all said, the food is bad. Well at first I suppose we would have agreed with them, the tinned rubbish from Asia, is just that, and there is some irony in the fact that at home, all the tinned Tuna comes from the Seychelles and is fantastic, here in the Seychelles it’s like dog food. The first week or so on the food front was not good, we were new, and had little or no help in sourcing descent local fodder.

We’ve now learnt to steer clear of the Asian stuff and red meat (you can’t tell by the look or taste which animal it comes from) and things that are poor imitations of western fare. We live with Seychellois rangers who cook every day and were more than willing to show me their techniques. The food could be said to be samey, but that’s only if you were being picky, or lazy, what would one of those celebrity chiefs you see on the tele give to have fish so fresh that its still moving when you get it to your kitchen. When food items are limited you have to be inventive, with the freshest of ingredients and a little effort we now eat extremely well. The tropical climate grows fruit and vege all year round, a lot we’ve never heard of, it’s picked in the morning and sold that same day, its delicious and couldn’t be better!

One things is for sure, when we handover to the new wardens in two years time, I won’t forget our first few weeks and so a big part of the handover will be about food.

Fish Cakes

We always seen to have fish left over from barbeques, so we freeze the surplus, this recipe is one of the best we’ve invented so far, to use it up.

Serves 2

1 tin red kidney beans+ equal amount of fish
3 slices of bread baked crisp in the sun or oven, or 1 large cooked spud mashed(we can’t get them)
1 egg
Ginger, garlic and chillies to suit your taste.
1tsp of dried herbs(we can only get thyme, but its good)
Juice of ½ lime and one bilimbi chopped finely, or just the juice of one lime.
S&P
Flour
Oil

Flake fish with your fingers to remove all bones.
Mash the beans with the fish, egg, juice, herds and S&P
Very lightly fry ginger, garlic and chillies in the smallest amount of oil and add to the mix.
With what ever method is available to you, turn the crispy bread into fine crumb.
Mix in enough of the crumb to make the mixture really thick, then put in the fridge to get cold (it’s easer to mould).
Lightly flour work surface, divide mixture into 4 and on the flour shape into cakes,
Fry in 1\2 inch of oil until golden brown.

Serve with a fiery hot fresh chilli sauce, the recipe for the sauce is too easy, make it up yourselves.

Aloo Gobi with Coconut Dhal and Pumpkin Pudding

GUTSGONE - ENTRY 2

GUTS BY A JOB FISH

I know that I normally talk about all things stomach, but I’d just briefly like to mention another part of our anatomy, feet. Bloody hell! is this place hard on feet, out of the allowed combined quota of 20 toes, a present, between us, we only have 4 fully functional. Coral is just evil on feet, either on the reef (which is fare enough because that’s where it should be) or the broken off bits that hide in the sand like little b-----d landmines. For running repairs, take a box of waterproof plasters and through them as far out to sea as you can, their bloody useless, a dab of cotton wool and insulation tape is tops, I tend to use green but that’s just for aesthetics, I’m sure black or even red would be fine.

GUTSGONE - ENTRY 1

ENTITLED GUTS BY A PALM TREE

It’s been two eventful weeks in Seychelles, delicious curries in Mahe, fantastic fish in Praslin, but then we got to Aride.
It’s absolutely undeniable that the island is paradise, the wildlife, the plants, the sea, the beach is all second to none, but no food! Before we got to the island we were told to buy supplies from Praslin, enough to last at least a week, which is great if you can find a shop that sells things other than rice. Our first week, it has to be said was poor on the food front.
When you’re hungry your mind starts to do strange things, e.g. one evening while on turtle patrol, I saw one come out the sea and make its way with purpose to the beach crest, with the turtle bag on my back, (which has everything turtley in it), I crept up behind her, and as trained, with counter in hand, waited for her to lay. While I was counting the eggs and please remember a Hawksbill can lay up to 200 eggs, so it takes some time, as I lay there clicking away my stomach exerted its powerful will, I can remember thinking, I wonder what they taste like, and would any one really miss a dozen, but the head soon overcame the stomach and I did my duty, she laid 185 eggs and all were safely covered with sand.

Recipe Of The Week
Coconut Dhal

First find a nice little Indian shop with a nice little Indian man and buy your lintels, soak in filtered water for 1 hour. While you’re waiting, go to the bottom of your garden and pick up a fallen coconut, remember to shake to see if there’s water inside. To open, strike the nut 4 times around its middle with a machete taking care not to remove your thumb. With a strange but effective metal spike remove the flesh and cover with boiling water and leave for 10 mins. Go to the other end of the garden and dig up garlic and ginger and pick one red chilli.
Boil lentils for about one week, when they are soft, pour off cooking water.
Put coconut mush in a clean, (I you have one), cloth and squeeze out the milk and add to lentils, chop ginger garlic and chilli and add to the pot.
Cook for a further 5-10 mins until creamy then add salt.
Serve with rice fresh fish and pumpkin chutney, yum.

Weight Watchers or Seychelles Slimmers

Seems a little extreme to move all the way to the Seychelles just to loose weight...until you realise the full extent of the problem. After 20 years of curry and Guinness abuse my six pack has turned into a sickpack. You know you're in trouble when you hit a bump in the road in the car and it takes 5 mins for your guts to stop wobbling. Drastic measures needed. We primarily chose the Seychelles because of its lack of food, when I say lack of food, I don't mean they are starving, because they're not, I mean the lack of guts increasing food like curry, chips, chocolate, potatoes, bread, meat, sugar, crisps, milk, butter and of course Guinness. There's no processed food in the Seychelles, a take away is what you can take away from a tree or bush, and fast food is something you can't catch. The staples are rice, pulses and lots of beans, all very gassey, in fact the Seychellois are in the Guinness Book of Records as being the most flatulant nation in the world; Mademoiselle Marie-Jacquline Smith of Mahe is the current holder of the worlds loudest fart, 93 decabells, what a girl!
The gutsgone project entails starving for a month and a measuring of the guts with a tape measure, hopefully with ever decreasing numbers. Melv

Aride Island

Friday, 17 October 2008

Hols in the UK

Class 4 from Meare Primary School Somerset, share Seychelles experience

Food in the Seychelles

Plenty for the BBQ & fish cakes too!!

Fish Cakes

Aloo Gobi with Coconut Dhal and Pumpkin Pudding

Home grown

GUTSGONE - ENTRY 2

CHRISTMAS LUNCH

Official measurement 97cm

GUTSGONE - ENTRY 1

Weight Watchers or Seychelles Slimmers

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