This is part of the thirteenth section of our around
the world trip.
Complete Trip Overview & Map
Coming from Sri Lanka
1/8/07 The westward flight from Colombo took just one hour to a totally
different world. Approaching the airport at low altitude we had a magnificent
aerial view of why people come here. Dozens of small tropical islands
surrounded by yellow sand and brilliant blue waters and small tourist bungalows.
Customs here is strict. No non Islamic items. An expensive place, we wandered
the whole island checking out four budget hotels in our guide book, all
full or no longer taking tourists. Business men or imported labourers filling
them. The $US 8.00 per person tourist room tax keeps even the basic budget
places expensive and it was only $US 10.00 more to upgrade to air-conditioning,
hot water and TV. Moving up the accommodation scale we ran into Adam, a local
man, recently married to a Philippine internet bride, a Christian woman
who converted to Islam for the wedding. He managed to find us, presumably
for a commission, a comfortable hotel for $US 50.00 a night, booking it
for a week. The Maldives is a unique place in the world. The world's lowest
country, it's highest point just 2.3 metres above sea level. It has uncountable
numbers of islands
stretching north and south of the equator for over 800 km's popping
up and down with the tide, officially about 1200 islands, those with some
vegetation growing. The fast growing population of 360,000 is entirely Sunni
Muslim the only religion allowed with 90,000 people crammed into the capital
city of Male, where we are, an island just 1.7 sq km in area making it one
of the most densely populated places on earth, and with no where to expand
and slowly sinking with rising sea levels. This island has already been
pushed out to its outer reef limits and is held in place by tetrapods, those
four legged concrete wave breakers. Almost all of the Maldives imports and
exports come through this tiny island, as did we, arriving by boat from the
neighbouring airport island. After settling in we were at the shipping agent's
office after lunch. The boat is early, arriving tomorrow morning, paperwork
available tomorrow afternoon, but they are not sure when the goods will
be available. Apparently the motorcycle is in a 40 foot (12m) consolidated
container. They are emptied here straight onto the ground, no storage shed.
If the motorcycle is at the back of the container we would have to pay to
have the container unloaded, remove the motorcycle, and then reload the other
goods back into the container, a very expensive process. We might have to
wait a few days for the other shippers to
clear their goods. Our agent can't help us get the motorcycle off the
island, unless we take a full container, about $US 1,000 including handling
fees in Colombo. A visit to Maldives National Shipping Limited had a better
ending. As the national shipping carrier they could arrange to take the
motorcycle back to Colombo as "break cargo", non container or deck cargo,
a one off special arrangement, at about 10% of the container option. The
shipping schedule is uncertain but they normally have a sailing about
once a week.
2/8/07 Mali is a mix of modern and old. Higher rise buildings are
the only option on the densely populated island. Many older single or
double storied places are coming down, replaced by new ten or more stories.
Most streets are narrow, small trucks, cars and thousands of motorcycles
weave along them. We awoke to the sound of the morning call for the faithful
to pray, there being over 20 mosques on the 1.7 sq/km island. The morning
was spent at a wi-fi internet place updating our virus program on the laptop,
removing 1200 virus files, accumulated from using a memory stick between
internet cafes and our computer. The ship with our motorcycle had been slightly
delayed, unloading starting this afternoon. After a letter to customs they
approved the temporary import
of the motorcycle, but require us to also get approval from the Transport
Ministry, closed by the time we discovered this. Government working hours
are 7.30 am till 2.30 pm, and they don't reopen for two days, Friday and
Saturday being the Muslim holidays. So by evening we are settling into
our small island home. Watched the loading of a few dozen dhoni's (motorised
dhow) taking supplies, a lot of building materials, to the islands, mostly
resorts. A mammoth task building from nothing, a resort on a piece of coral
in the middle of the ocean. Later in the evening we took another promenade,
stopping for a tea at one of the many small eateries around the island.
A male only domain, women are allowed but are rarely seen in one. Many people
use the mild narcotic beetle nut and lime in them, alcohol on the island
is banned.
3/8/07 Friday is a religious holiday, outside of resorts, for them
everyday is a "holiday". On Male almost everything closes till after
the 12.00 noon prayer time. Also at prayer times on other days, five times
a day, the muezzin calls people to pray from loud speakers atop Mosque
minarets, TV is interrupted or goes off the air to remind people to pray
and shops and offices close for about 15 minutes. When we left our hotel
early this morning few people we in the streets. We walked the southern edge
of
the island towards the new harbour and took a boat to the nearby island
of Viligili which is like a suburb. A more relaxed place, locals also come
here to get away from the congestion of Male. Socialising, football and swimming
the main relaxing pastime. A British couple who moved here only a few days
ago, invited us into their new home for a cup of tea. She works for the
Red Cross to help after the tsunami, he will be house father to their three
young children. We are surprised at the number of imported Bangladeshi and
other low paid foreign workers in the country brought here to do menial labour,
construction workers, motor vehicle repairers, waiters, something we didn't
expect to see in this supposedly poor country, more expected in wealthier
regional countries like Kuwait and Saudi Arabia.
4/8/07 The people on Mali are friendly but more reserved than we have
been used to in India and Sri Lanka. Happy to talk if approached, answer questions
on directions, politely smiling, but a little distancing is felt, perhaps
the them and us differences. Segregation, what we can do and what
they can't, is at each divisive island barrier. The one island one resort
policy. No overnight stays on locally inhabited islands keeps locals and
holidaymakers separate, physically and socially. There is no alcohol allowed
anywhere outside the resorts, nor pork, nor promiscuity. Locals are allowed
to serve, handle and observe such differences working at resorts and
profit from such activities with jobs, schools, hospitals in this income
tax free society but otherwise they are kept separate. With
a morning off we crossed back over to the airport island for a stroll including
a visit to the only place tourist alcohol is available outside resorts,
the Hulhule Island Hotel. Ex-pats come on weekends to enjoy a drink beside
the pool. The quite large ex-pat community get a monitored, generous allowance
of alcohol. Providing any of it to locals is illegal, with severe consequences.
Another two visits to the shipping agent did not produce a delivery order
for the motorcycle, delayed by the shipping company.
5/8/07 Food in Male is good and varied,
and in local restaurants very reasonably priced. Our local breakfast of
roshi (light chapati) with tuna and grated coconut mix is light and tasty.
The "short eats" popular in the region are varied and again tasty if not
a little chilli hot. Fruit and vegetables, mostly imported are used sparingly
in meals. We were at the Transport Ministry at 7.30 am. Apparently all motorcycle
imports need to be pre-approved, large ones can't be over five years old
and there is no provision for a temporary registration. However the helpful
staff took on our cause and by close of business we had obtained special
approval to ride the
motorcycle on the nearby island of Hulhumale, with a police escort.
Quite a generous offer considering. We were told this has never been done
before. With the rising sea water and faster rising population
the Maldives, looking towards the future has started to create its own
land. Hulhumale, slightly to the north of the airport and linked by a
causeway is a manmade island of almost 2 sq/km. Sand and rubble has been
piled onto the reef raising it to about 2 metres above sea level, with
a sandy beach along one shore and wharf along the other, with plans to continuing
expanding and developing the island to eventually accommodate 150,000 Maldivians.
The problem left for tomorrow is how to get the motorcycle there as we are
not allowed to ride on the much more densely populated island of Male and
the boats going are not geared to carrying large motorcycles. With an approval
letter from the Transport Ministry, delivery order and payment of port fees,
Customs, again exceptionally helpful, assisting us with forms, we were organised
to have the motorcycle cleared by 9.00 am tomorrow.
6/8/07 After an early visit to Customs, their paperwork was complete.
Back to the Transport Ministry and the only way to get the large motorcycle
to Hulhumale looked like being on the container barge going twice a day.
However a trip to the Port Authority revealed it would cost near $US 200
to load, ship and unload it for a return journey. The whole event was
now reaching the level of immense frustration. Again at the Transport
Ministry and phone calls to the police finally gained approval to ride
one circuit of the island of Male, at 7 am the day after tomorrow, before
the morning traffic and with two police escort motorcycles. Why the concern
over our riding here is also beyond our ability to understand. Still this
was an acceptable alternative. Permission from Male Municipality would also
have to be obtained, which the Transport Authorities would arrange. They
would also look into the possibility of whether we needing special registration
and number plates for the ride. Shortly before the close of business it
was arranged and we relaxed. Everyone had been exceptionally helpful in
solving all the problems that were raised in riding here. Each evening the
locals go promenading along the waterfront, take their children cruising
on one of the thousands of motorcycle in the streets, riders and passengers
helmetless, sit in the parks playing chess, swim clothed in the ocean pool
or play football on one of the few vacant areas of land. By the end of each
day, after pounding the pavement up and down between government offices
we return to our hotel and collapse, exhausted by the heat and bureaucracy.
7/8/07 We aimed
to get the motorcycle from the container this morning and were at the
port at 9.00 am, and were instructed to go look for our container, which
could be anywhere. Unfortunately not knowing the system, and finding our
container in a stack, it was not going to be available till tomorrow, too
late for the scheduled ride. Apparently a day's notice to "ground" a shipping
container is needed. Back to the Transport Ministry and as letters had
already been sent to Police and Male Municipality regarding the ride, they
hurried up the port and our container was grounded by 11.00 am. As the motorcycle
is one of eleven individual consignments in the 12m container, and when
the doors were flung open it could not be seen, negotiations started with
wharf labourers. The first crew wanted $US 200.00 to unload and reload the
container. A better price was negotiated with the second crew, 120 dollars
but as the bike appeared about four metres inside they generously reduced
the price to 100 dollars, still good money for the time spent unstuffing
and restuffing. The Port Authority agreed to store our crate and helped
with documentation which had us riding just outside the port gates by 2.00
pm, parked the motorcycle, ready for tomorrow's police escorted ride around
the island and we headed back to our air-conditioned hotel room, pleased
to be finished with paperwork. No, at
5 pm we were visited at the hotel by a representative of the Transport
Ministry with a "to whom it might concern letter", just in case we were stopped,
and number plates, 0000, for our one hour ride. Now we were ready!
8/8/07 Our morning ride was accompanied by three police motorcycles
plus one plain clothed police co-ordinator. It lasted just over 30 minutes,
including a few stops for photographs and a loop of the island of Male
was just 6 km's. Not our usual sort of riding but it was pleasant in early
morning. We were welcomed on our return by the Deputy Director and the
Assistant Director General of Transport for a few more photos. All too soon
it was back to paperwork to export the motorcycle. An easier process involving
the usual people, shipping company, customs, port authority, again exceptionally
helpful and we had re-crated soon after lunch with it waiting for the next
ship to Colombo, tranship to Singapore and onto Fiji. Who knows when it will
arrive, which is why we will be heading home to Australia to wait. Mali
is quiet for a capital city. There are no dogs barking, they are banned,
we have not seen any cats or other animals other than a few lizards and fruit
bats. Music does not come from cars or entertainment venues. Trucks are
small and quiet, no buses and horns are rarely used. A pleasant change from
India and Sri Lanka.
9/8/07 Business over we have a little more time to
look around. One island near to Male that is growing, not so pleasantly,
is Thilafushi, or garbage island, where the country gets rid of its building,
household and tourist rubbish. It is also the industrial centre
employing thousands of Bangladeshi labourers, making bricks, unloading sand,
cement and gravel, boat building etc. Kept away from the upmarket resort
tourist's eye the garbage fires burn here 24 hours a day, the mountain of
empty plastic water bottles, the rusting used oil containers leak onto the
atoll. Never a pleasant place in any country, here the environmental consequences
seem greater with magnificent coral reefs so close. Political concerns here
are rising to a peak. After almost 30 years of rule President Gayoom is coming
to the end of his time, at least that is how locals are talking. Depending
on your view it could be seen as a good or bad rule but is certainly controversial.
Amnesty International criticises his human rights record. There is no denying
he has built a prosperous country while still retaining the culture and
religion using what resources were available. His methods have often been
criticised and many of his friends and relatives have benefited from this
prosperity. The first "free" elections are
due in 2008 and people are expecting change. Perhaps surprisingly to a more
Islamic party. Women have been wearing the head scarf more frequently in
recent years.
10/8/07 We have spent considerable time in our hotel room
watching TV during the heat of the day and in evenings. The news channel
is Aljazeera's English network, there is no CNN or BBC at our hotel. Many
of the articles are interesting and balanced, many have the slant of an
agenda. Most of the other 16 channels are Islamic based or compatible
with those beliefs. Sport is a neutral topic, three channels, cartoons
are also popular. Occasionally a moderate movie or wildlife program is
aired, sometimes cut short by prayer time or reasons beyond us. Being
a Friday holiday we took the ferry, along with many other beach seekers
to the man made island of Hulhumale. Everything here is new. Three storied
apartment blocks, shops, roads, even the beach which has been created fronting
a reef making lagoon swimming pleasant. We have been hearing about this
island from many locals, extremely proud of its construction and the likely
future of the Maldive's increasing population and rising sea levels. It
will take time to fully develop but offers a great alternative to densely
populated Male. We hired a small motorcycle at the jetty and spent a couple
of hours looking around.
11/8/07 We paid for the motorcycle's shipping this morning
at Maldives National Shipping Line (MNSL), the last documents, and were asked
to return later to collect the Bill of Lading. Whilst the paperwork for us
to be allowed to ride for just a short time seemed quite excessive, it is
this country's system, necessary to have such an overpopulated small atoll
function, importing virtually everything a third of a million people need.
In all of our dealings, with the many government departments, everyone was
incredibly helpful and took on our cause to facilitate even the short ride
we managed. We don't recall having such helpful officials anywhere else
in the world. There were too many helpers to mention individually but Mr
Ahmed Nazeer Mohamed, Deputy Director, Ministry of Transport, liaised with
the port, police, municipality and customs to bring together the ride at
the scheduled time. A ride that without his assistance is unlikely to have
occurred. Our thanks to his efforts. I would also like to add that at no
time were we asked for any non official payment or inducement for assistance,
refreshing after such requests in many other countries. Unfortunately on our
return at 2.00 pm we were advised by MNSL that they could not take our motorcycle
as break bulk. Apparently they
had just been informed it could not be unloaded at Colombo
port. It would have to go in a whole container. They were sorry and would
take it freight free, but we would have to reimburse them for the handling
fees, about $US 400.00 in total. As we fly out tomorrow at 9.15 am we had
little choice. Helpful to the end, by 3.00 pm they had persuaded Lily Shipping,
a competitor with a different labour method in Colombo, to take the cargo
on a ship leaving at 5.00 pm, in two hours. It was a race, new paperwork from
Lily Shipping for the consignment, back to the port, pay again the port duties,
customs to restamp the new paperwork, port authorities to approve the shipment,
completed just in time. We missed the reef submarine ride we had booked for
ourselves this afternoon. It was to be a Maldivian memory, something we hadn't
done before, but still the motorcycle left, we hoped. Over dinner we were
talking to our waiter, a Sri Lankan. Turned out he was on our flight to Sri
Lanka tomorrow, but his departure time was 7.00 am, over two hours before
ours. In all the other paperwork we had forgotten to check with the airline
for a time change. A lucky coincidence otherwise we could have missed the
flight.
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Story and photos copyright Peter and Kay Forwood, 1996-
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