It's day five of the fifth trip to our island. We don't yet have any sort of permanent structure, so even with cots, sleep isn't perfect. And there's the irregular meal schedule, the hard work, and the lack of good hygiene. All of these factors wear you down a little bit as the days go on.
Today we were all exhausted. We woke up early, but no one made a move to get done the things which needed doing. We punted around through the forest looking for good branches for torches, our latest obsession, but mostly we waited until it was time to leave the island.
We had scheduled a tour at 2:30 at Oak Island, which is just a couple hours away. The tour group was surprisingly large, maybe fifty people or so. We hiked all throughout the island, learning about it and seeing firsthand some of the strange clues pointing towards possible treasure.
As we hiked in the heat on the island, I noticed that I was really lagging. Mentally, I wasn't all there. Physically, I was tired. By the end, the three of us were sitting down while the guide talked. We were the only ones not to stand.
On the way out, we couldn't help but stop at the gift shop and buy bottles of water. We were going grocery shopping a bit later, but I couldn't wait. Each of us chugged a liter of water.
Then we went to dinner, even though none of us was that hungry. With no permanent structure on the island to store food, meals are mostly off-campus, so we get them in while we can. We sat down at a Thai restaurant and each chugged down a tall glass of water, and then another.
By the end of the meal, we'd each put down at least half a gallon of water. Conversation was livelier, I felt one hundred and eighty degrees better, and we talked for the first time that day of work to be done. Previously it had felt like too much to even think about.
It's amazing how often water is the solution to physical problems. I drink a couple tall glasses of water as a matter of course whenever I'm tired. Most of the time it rejuevates me. On the very rare occasion I get sick, I just drink tons of water until it goes away. I've never taken any medication, including over the counter stuff like aspirin. On days like today, when I feel worn down, water can change everything.
Sometimes we look too far for answers to our questions, when easier ones are in plain sight. If there's anything that exists that can be considered a magical elixir, it's water. It's so effective, it might be a good habit to just drink water whenever you have any sort of problem at all, mental or physical. It's not going to hurt, and it may help to a surprising degree.
Just finished the fifth visit to the island, which will be the last of this season (for me at least). Expect a post soon with an update about all that we've done.
Next I'm going to SF for a week where I'll be going to my first UFC fight ever, then heading to Vancouver for a cruise to Japan.
Many people don't realize that there is a difference between "being hungry" (which is a mental condition, sometimes triggered by an empty stomach) and "not having had enough to eat". Many don't even recognise the symptoms of "not having had enough to eat", which is why, when you are lying in your hospital bed, low, lethargic, and with a headache, your nurse may tell you,
"Yes. Now eat this sandwich and drink this glass of water".
It is particularly a problem when **You are distracted by other important things. **The food you have to eat is not attractive, either because you are sick, or because the food just is not very interesting. **You are using more energy than normal, either because you are sick, or because you are more active than normal. **You are eating irregular meals.
I hadn't been sick much, so my first personal experience with this was when I was out hiking, with only emergency rations to eat.
As they say in the industry about chocalate/oat emergency rations: At first this may not appeal to some people... but after a few days it won't appeal to anyone.
So I wasn't hungry. I was distracted. I was tired. I wasn't eating. And at the end of the day, I still wasn't hungry. But I was slow and mentally drifting: a combination that was repaired by having something to eat.
tynan's magical cure-all elixir. you could get a private label company to make a pallet of bottled water with that on it. or i guess you could just run off the labels yourself and slap them on a bottle.
i might buy that for $1. you'd need some kind of disclaimer so the fda doesn't jump on you.
The second thing I do every morning (after meditating) is slam down two liters of water. I always make sure to drink another liter about twenty minutes before each meal. I usually end up drinking about 6 liters a day.
I've been doing this for several months now, and can definitely tell a difference when days come up when I'm less hydrated. I think the vast majority of people are dehydrated almost 24/7. If everyone drank enough water and got enough sleep, it would solve many of the common problems people deal with.
If you ever pee and it's not clear, you aren't drinking enough.
We were all excited about this most recent island trip. Brian, Elliot, and I would be flying together from Tokyo directly to Halifax, and would be joined there for a few days by Todd, and then by Ben for a couple days afterwards. It was to be the first island trip with no critical imminent deadlines. We would work and do projects, but at our own pace.
Of course, if we wanted to be warm, we'd need to prioritize the woodstove. This was our most off-season trip, and temperatures were scheduled to get down into the thirties. In reality, they hit around twenty degrees.
As soon as we landed, we went to pick up the rental car. The agent apologized that they had no full-sized cars, and that we'd have to take a minivan. All of us appreciate the robust utility of such a large vehicle, so we were excited about the swap. That excitement grew when we realized that every seat was heated.
We drove away from the airport, looking up where we could buy a wood stove on the way. We got there right before it closed, but managed to completely fill the minivan with the stove and a very complicated series of stovepipes.
What a treat it is to visit the South Pacific. People always ask what Fiji is like and I always say the same thing. Fiji is simply breathtaking. The beauty is unmatched and the locals are extremely friendly.
We spent our days basking in the vibrant sun–fanned by the relentless ocean breeze. At night, we were lulled by a moonlight that seemed much closer to the earth than normal. If that wasn't enough, we sang soft rock from the early 90s while trying feverishly to follow the words attached to a television monitor...Karaoke anyone? We laughed and drank Kava- Fiji's traditional drink of choice, comprised of a ground root soaked in water. Always open to new experiences, I took the cup offered to me by a charming man with grey hair and leathery brown skin. I held the cup, which was more like a small bowl between my hands, and I drank. Kava is beloved by native Fijians. The drink had an earthy flavor. Once down, my tongue went numb in some places. On the bright side, I felt more relaxed–one of the benefits of drinking Kava.
We stayed at an all-inclusive resort run by native Fijians on the private Matamoanoa Island. The island is located about 2 hours from the airport by ferry. The ferry ride over was an amazing journey. The views were astounding and the weather was perfect. We zipped along dropping off passengers at islands scattered in the sea. As we approached Matamoanoa, we were greeted by nearly a dozen people standing on the beach singing a lovely welcome serenade. "Bula" the Fijian word for welcome was stated then and we felt that way during our entire stay.