Adventure #236
Feb-Mar 2023 Travel issue
Feb-Mar 2023 Travel issue
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
s a m o a<br />
SAMOA:<br />
BUILDING AN<br />
ADVENTURE CAREER<br />
ebikes at Falealupo<br />
Don't spend your health on<br />
your career," we were advised<br />
at a lecture on health for<br />
CEOs. The final challenge<br />
was: “You can all write<br />
business plans. This time write<br />
a life plan."<br />
My response was my 50/50<br />
plan: spend 50% of my time<br />
running adventure tours<br />
around the world, 50% as a<br />
business and IT consultant<br />
with some additional time<br />
studying risk management.<br />
And to achieve this by the time<br />
Kayaking in Antarctica. amongst<br />
the brash ice.<br />
I was 50. I was then 49 and<br />
had became bored with the<br />
repeating cycle of challenges<br />
in winning and delivering<br />
complex IT projects.<br />
Our holidays had always<br />
involved cycling, tramping<br />
and rafting adventures. Now<br />
that the kids had left home, I<br />
had been forced to look wider<br />
for willing participants, and<br />
the trips had become more<br />
extreme. I enticed my running<br />
club mates into a month-long<br />
adventure in South America,<br />
By Ross Bidmead<br />
where we ran the Inca Trail,<br />
cycled into the Amazon and<br />
swam with the pink dolphins.<br />
The trip was extreme in<br />
terms of physical and mental<br />
effort, but also rewarding<br />
watching the group extended<br />
themselves and grow.<br />
Frances, my wife, was<br />
comfortable with the reduced<br />
income and pleased with the<br />
thought of a less stressed<br />
husband. However, she<br />
pointed out that this was 150%<br />
of my time commitment.<br />
2,887KMS<br />
Distance from New Zealand<br />
4HOURS 4OMIN<br />
By air from Auckland<br />
13° 45' 29.92"S.<br />
172° 06' 17.16"W.<br />
GPS Location<br />
192,001<br />
Population<br />
Our first commercial trip,<br />
chartering a yacht and sailing<br />
to Antarctica to explore with<br />
the kayak, was an exuberant<br />
introduction to the new<br />
lifestyle. The trip began with<br />
an extreme stress test. Our<br />
yacht, Spirit of Sydney, was<br />
knocked down by a wave on<br />
the preceding voyage. The<br />
damage, including a bent mast<br />
and destroyed electronics<br />
and heating systems, had<br />
necessitated a stay in the<br />
Falklands for repairs. Our<br />
group arrived in Ushuaia,<br />
Building our house and workshop<br />
was all hands on deck. Ross in<br />
yellow shirt.<br />
Argentina, to find the yacht was still<br />
a day away from limping into port.<br />
Decidedly concerned about the large<br />
amounts I had been paid by each trip<br />
member and what I would do if we<br />
couldn't sail, we improvised exploring<br />
the nearby National Park.<br />
Once Spirit arrived, the crew worked<br />
magic, provisioning the yacht, and<br />
replacing much of the electronics in two<br />
days. A stormy crossing of the Drake<br />
Passage bonded our group, and as the<br />
seas calmed, a cooking competition<br />
developed as we sought to bake the<br />
best bread and cook the best meals<br />
when our watches corresponded with<br />
galley duties. The Antarctic peninsula<br />
exceeded our expectations as we<br />
kayaked amongst whales and leopard<br />
seals, spent a day in a remote penguin<br />
colony and camped out on a glacier.<br />
The Antarctic trip occurred before I had<br />
found a CEO to replace me, but in 2008<br />
I handed over the reins. To celebrate,<br />
Frances and I chose a warmer<br />
destination and cycled independently<br />
around Savai'i, Samoa, on a journey<br />
of surprising discovery. My images of<br />
the Pacific Islands mainly had been<br />
formed by reading "Pacific <strong>Adventure</strong>"<br />
by Willard Price, and I imagined and<br />
hoped for pristine white sand beaches<br />
beside crystal clear lagoons fringed<br />
with palms and occasional simple<br />
native huts.<br />
Our trip to Samoa was the least planned<br />
and researched adventure we ever did,<br />
and initially, we paid the price. The plane<br />
landed at midnight at Faleolo Airport,<br />
an hour from Apia. My quick glance at<br />
a map before we left showed an airport<br />
in Apia, but Fagalii Airport in Apia was<br />
tiny, and all jets landed at Faleolo.<br />
Eventually, we found a bus that would<br />
take our bike boxes, and we made it to<br />
our backpacker’s hotel by 2 am.<br />
In the morning, we assembled our<br />
bikes and started cycling towards what<br />
we thought was the ferry terminal.<br />
But the road ran out at the end of the<br />
peninsula, and we sheepishly returned<br />
to town to hunt down a better map.<br />
Finally, on our way around noon, we<br />
cycled in the midday heat back out<br />
past the airport on the busiest road in<br />
Kayaking through the mangroves out to the<br />
turtle lagoon.<br />
Samoa to the ferry terminal. There<br />
were no beaches along the way and<br />
continuous villages on both sides. We<br />
were tired and sweaty and beginning<br />
to wonder if this was one of our better<br />
ideas.<br />
Eventually, after a short ferry<br />
crossing of the Apolima Strait, we<br />
arrived at a small resort in Salelologa<br />
on Savaii, just a kilometre from the<br />
ferry terminal. The bar was humming,<br />
serving unbelievably cheap drinks<br />
to a mostly younger and lightly clad<br />
clientele. After a long refreshing<br />
swim, we relaxed on the covered jetty<br />
as the sun set. It seemed perfect, but<br />
the best was still to come.<br />
Cycling out of Salelologa the next<br />
morning was completely different<br />
from the first day. There was very<br />
little traffic on the well-sealed road.<br />
We rode slowly in the morning<br />
cool, admiring the numerous family<br />
meeting fales [far-lays] set back<br />
from the road behind immaculately<br />
maintained gardens bursting with<br />
colour. The road soon joined the<br />
coast, and we cycled beside a<br />
sparkling lagoon.<br />
Descending Lemaire Island in<br />
Antarctica.<br />
The Beach Fales at Lano had a slightly<br />
abandoned look, with the dining fale<br />
undermined by a recent flood. As we<br />
wondered what to do, the proprietor<br />
appeared and welcomed us. We quickly<br />
unpacked and jumped into the warm<br />
sea, getting out only to grab our masks<br />
and snorkels to explore the numerous<br />
coral outcrops teeming with fish. It was the<br />
perfect place to gain confidence<br />
in snorkelling, and we swam for an hour and<br />
were lucky enough to spot a turtle.<br />
Beach Fales are Samoa’s equivalent of<br />
campgrounds. Located on village land and<br />
usually run by a family, the fales have a<br />
wooden sleeping platform, thatched or steel<br />
roof and matting sides. The sea breeze<br />
provides air conditioning and is far more<br />
comfortable than tents. They cost less than<br />
a basic campground cabin in New Zealand,<br />
but the rental includes dinner and breakfast.<br />
That night we were treated to a fiafia<br />
(traditional show). The traditional dances<br />
had similarities to kapa haka but somehow<br />
felt more personal, and we felt privileged<br />
to be allowed to participate. The fiafia<br />
culminated with a siva afi or fireknife dance<br />
where a traditional fighting axe with blazing<br />
petrol-soaked rags tied to the handle and<br />
blade was twirled at high speed. Drums<br />
beat out a fierce tattoo at an ever-increasing<br />
tempo, and the siva complexity grew with<br />
the dancers spinning a knife in each hand. It<br />
looked dangerous, and all the dancers had<br />
new knicks and burns.<br />
The rest of our cycle around Savaii<br />
continued in the same way, with each night<br />
at a stunning beach. We would cycle in<br />
the mornings and swim and snorkel every<br />
afternoon. The bikes also introduced us to<br />
the locals who were always interested in the<br />
bikes and where we were going.<br />
The mountain bike track we are building from our base<br />
76//WHERE ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS/<strong>#236</strong> ADVENTUREMAGAZINE.CO.NZ//77