Friday, September 30, 2016

Peru medical team smashes Wilson's 12,280-foot record

Red and black are popular clothing colors among Quechua girls. 



Well Wilson,
Until now, you were the de facto world record holder for the highest One World Futbol on earth, by virtue of the fact that you were tethered to the top of Washington State's Mount Adams (12,280 feet) in July, 2015. Now there's a new world record, because there are two One World Futbols being kicked around in a tiny Quechua village in Peru at about 14,000 feet. And there are several others that have been delivered to other Peruvian communities, although at lower elevations.

The balls reached Peru courtesy of the 21-person Global Impact health team sent there by Seattle Colleges. Global Impact is the same program that sent 10 of us to Vietnam Aug 21-Sept 1. When I participated in the program in 2011 in Peru, we had three main objectives:


  • Install clean-burning stoves in homes that had previously been filled with smoke due to the use of open hearths (no chimneys) for cooking
  • Helping build and promote inexpensive water filters that captured 99,9 percent of pathogens that Quechua people risk acquiring every day from their standard water sources.
  • Conduct health clinics that included teaching hand washing, teeth brushing, and teeth fluoriding. (Some children's teeth were "horrible," said team leader Lynn Morrison.)

Lynn, who was on the 2011 Peru team with her husband, Charles, is an accomplished photographer, and sent most of the photos you see  in this dispatch. She could have taken a lot more, but when you are heading a 21-person team and organizing each day on the fly, you don't always have a lot of photo ops.

The cheeks of Quechua children often reflect the high altitudes where they live, and where they are exposed to strong wind and strong sunlight.

The Global Impact program always includes professional medical people, but it also includes medical students who participate as part of their education, and lay people who want to help and see how the rest of the world lives. Every year the program is different. This year the team visited three villages, conducting the usual clinics, but also installing to completion 17 stoves with chimneys--which are life changing. Ninety days after a stove is installed, the housewife's lung capacity can increase by as much as 10 percent. The routine task of installing a stove has a strategic impact on fuel economy and better health for the family. The photo below, taken in 2011, illustrates how effective those stoves can be.

When you take a flash photo in a room with smoke, the smoke particles cause glare. This photo from 2011 is crystal clear. The stove is made of adobe, ceramic plates and rebar and is easy to maintain.

Working at remote villages can present some challenges -- such as what happens when two buses come head-to-head on a narrow one-lane gravel road next to a cliff. (After some posturing one backed up. Although it happens infrequently, the drivers are adroit at solving that problem--including being able to back around corners, Lynn reported. Another challenge -- the need to walk slow due to the thin air. And then there is the problem of communicating through three languages--English to Spanish to Quechua, and back again.

In the highest village, there was little motor traffic. Farmers grow potatoes among other crops and raise alpaca for their wool. Farm animals are used for plowing. A nurse visits once a week.

One nice thing about the One World Futbol: you don't have to explain to children how to use it in a mountain village with a tiny school. The school was glad to get them. Below, a portion of the Global Impact team and a One World Futbol pose in front of the school with some of the students.

The sign at the front of the tiny school translates as "initial education."


Love,
Robert, and Jean Baptiste







P.S.

Remember, even if you already donated a One World Futbol, you can still donate, and General Motors will pay for the donation. Here's how:

1. Click www.gmsustainability.com/home.html
2. Click "Help Us Maximize our Impact" bar on the right margin of the page that opens.
3. On the next page, click "Donate a Soccer Ball" and then you're done!

Monday, September 26, 2016

You can donate a ball -- FOR FREE!

Hey,  Wilson,
This time the letter is directed  to our readership:
One of America's leading corporations is footing the bill for your donation of a One World Futbol! You won't pay a cent.

Why is GM doing this?

Here's how it works: A person clicks on  three Internet links that take them to the donation page, and General Motors Corporation buys the ball. Why GM? Because Chevrolet, a branch of GM, is a founding sponsor of the One World Futbol Project. (a.k.a. One World Play Project)

What a great surprise!

My personal plea to you:

Because this doesn't cost you anything, for the first time I am asking you and anyone you share this with to go through the process of donating a One World Futbol. Please do this!

One World Play Project is bringing girls in traditional societies to the game.


I'm optimistic that you will help me on this. Last night, after learning about GM's program, I posted a notice on my Facebook page. When I woke up early this morning, four friends had already made a donation, and they are spreading the word.

Here's how this works:  


1. Click www.gmsustainability.com/home.html
2. Click "Help Us Maximize our Impact" bar on the right margin of the page that opens.
3. On the next page, click "Donate a Soccer Ball" and then you're done!

It's that simple.

Multiplying your impact

Here's something I want to say to all the readers who are receiving this: Throughout the Wilson campaign,  I told you about the program to raise soccer balls for impoverished communities and how to make donations, but I never directly asked you to spend money. And what you showed me was that, when you saw something as worthwhile as this, you didn't have to be asked. You self-initiated, purchasing for donation more than 100 balls.

Now, because it is so easy to make another donation,I'm asking you to act now, before life's little distractions redirect your attention. Donating is effortless--and FREE.

If all of you make this free donation and share this with your friends, we may very well double the impact the Wilson campaign has already had--you will have multiplied your impact without any outlay.

Obviously, as you participate, you will see GM's public relations message about sustainability. It's pretty low-key and you can brush right past it. (But on the donor page there's a video about the One World Futbol that you might enjoy watching.)

For all of those readers who jump on this -- I consider this a personal favor. Thank you.

Love,
Robert, Jean Baptiste (and, Blue and Wilson)







Sent from beautiful Granby CO. Wish you were here--really!


Saturday, September 17, 2016

The most civilized airport?

Hello, Wilson.
As you might have guessed, Jean Baptiste and I are back home, and already about to set out on another journey. So I haven't had time to complete all my Vietnam postings -- there's stories yet to tell, and some of those will be dispatched from Colorado. But in the short time I have before I leave again, I wanted to tell you about what must be a contender for the World's most civilized airport. It's in Seoul, Korea.

Imagine, for the moment, that you just got off a red-eye and you have to spend at least 10 hours waiting for the connection flight. Whatcha gonna do?


Well, how about a nap?


Or a free shower?


Or even a free tour, courtesy of the airport?

I've never seen an airport like the Incheon International Airport. They have a gizmo that allows you take a selfie standing in front of a scenic backdrop and e-mail it to your friends. They have a kid's play area, shown in the photo, below:



Although the main floor of the airport looked like a shopping mall, once you get upstairs, you have to work hard not to find a place to take a nap. For example the photos below of the padded chairs and benches right where you walk:



And if you have a hankerin' to get on the Internet, they even provide the machines. Free. (See below)


The place is beautiful! Check out the flowers in the waiting area:



And if you want a bite to eat, and you speak English, they make it kind of easy for you:


I even happened upon a floor show of sorts -- this parade of folks in traditional costumes, who stood for photographs with onlookers:





What I found more interesting than the creature comforts and the parade was the fact that the airport provided free tours. I had 10 hours to kill, and after a nap and a meal I still had time to take in two back-to-back tours: a one-hour tour to the Yonggungsa Temple, and the other a two-hour tour that took me across the Incheon Grand Bridge to the Heungryunsa Temple and the memorial for the historic Inchon landing--General Douglas McArthur's bold risk that reversed the fortunes of North Korea in its 1950 invasion of South Korea.

The very long Incheon Grand Bridge afforded a view of the Yellow Sea and the land over which the U.S. invaders made their risky but effective assault behind enemy lines at a time when only a small portion of the Korean peninsula continued to resist the invasion from the North. Our guide spoke fairly good English as she toured us first to the temple and then to the war memorial.



We couldn't go into this temple or take photos, but trust me, I got a look inside, and the interior was as amazing . . .


. . . as the exterior.

What I've come to understand is that the fat Buddha is happy, because he clearly lives in a time of plenty. and as for those amazing pendulous floppy ear lobes -- they represent good luck, the guide explained.


The guide also explained that we are prohibited from ringing this bell. Given it's size, I don't think you could do that without being noticed. That cylinder hanging from ropes is what strikes it -- I don't think in this case you can call it a clapper -- any of you readers know what it's called?

The figure at the left is a statue at the temple; at the right a statue celebrating the Inchon Landing (spelled "Incheon" in Seoul).



The faces are almost raceless, but I'm guessing that these are American G.I.s depicted here.


Today we call these armored personnel carriers.


There's no mistaking General Douglas McArthur's depiction in this relief mural.

On the one-hour tour to Yonggungsa Temple, visitors wrote messages on tiles that would be placed atop the temple.

There were a lot of tiles waiting to be placed on the roof. My understanding is that, after a period of time, the tiles are broken.

After the tour I was able to re-enter the airport, go through security and have plenty of time to find my way back to the waiting area for my flight home. Whatta layover!

Love,
Robert and Jean Baptiste

















Sunday, September 11, 2016

John McCain slept here

Swinging the plate over the bars plunges the cell into darkness.

Hello, Wilson,

On September 2, the day after Vietnam's National Day (Independence Day) I visited a hotel where some famous people have stayed. In fact, the first U.S. ambassador to Vietnam following the "American War" and presidential candidate John McCain lived there for extended periods. They called it the Hanoi Hilton. Hell would have been a better name. But at least McCain got a monument out of the ordeal.

But before I get into that, I'd like to re-introduce you to my tour guide for that day. She told me to call her "Flower," and that was a blessing, because I'm not sure just how to pronounce Ngoc Lan, her Vietnamese name. That's Flower and me below, in the first selfie she has ever been in. She's wearing her folding sun hat. I'm wearing a fabric that I can pull over the top of my head since my hair is no longer thick enough to keep my scalp from sunburning.

My guide, Flower, with me in her very first selfie

In nice, but broken English, Flower explained that her name refers to the ylang ylang flower, so it makes sense to call her Flower. She's kind of cute, I think, but much too young for me, having been

The ylang ylang

born in 1959. I was already out of the Air Force and in grad school, and she was only 13 years old when a bomb from a B-52 caught her fleeing Hanoi during a 1972 air raid, leading to the removal of her leg. I didn't ask for a lot of details about her life, but I did learn that this bright, attractive woman never married, and I expect she never had a boyfriend. Wars have a way of significantly limiting the relationship opportunities for females, and especially disabled females. Although "disabled" isn't quite the precise word for Flower.

Flower took a taxi to the May de Ville Legend, where I was rooming. I waited on the narrow street, refusing vendors, watching out for motorcycles and wondering whether she would really show up, when she rounded the corner with a smile and cheerfully made her way toward me. We navigated the sidewalks and narrow streets for about half a kilometer to the bus stop. Flower moves with calm dignity, pausing to calculate the ebb and flow of Hanoi's chaotic traffic before crossing the street, and carefully, but artfully as well, ascending (and descending) the steps of the bus.

Our first stop was a temple complex dating back almost 1,500 years.

The Trấn Quốc Pagoda is the city's oldest and dominates the neighborhood.

A river runs through it

Hanoi, whose name literally means "river within," is situated in an area that has been settled for 5,000 years. The city was 1,000 years old in 2010, and it is not only "River City," but it is a city of dozens of lakes. The Trấn Quốc Pagoda is situated beside two of them -- West Lake, the city's largest, and Trúc Bạch Lake, which bomber pilot John McCain descended into on October 26, 1967. But we'll get to that in a bit.

The red color of the temple pagodas signifies luck and prosperity.

Trấn Quốc Pagoda is the largest pagoda in the Trấn Quốc Temple complex. It is the oldest pagoda in Hanoi, dating back 1,450 years -- although technically it was "remade" in 2004. The idea that the pagoda was remade and yet is more than 14 centuries old reflects a point of view that caught my attention. So did the idea of providing "fake" money as a sacrifice to be burned at the temple. (The Ben Franklin note in the photo below is not a genuine U.S. $100 bill.)

The fake currency here will be burned by monks.

One big genie


The tip of the nail on the great toe of the genie was made brighter from constant touches.

 Those mighty toes, above, which are being caressed for good luck, below, belong to the four ton black bronze statue of the sitting genie in the Tran Vu Temple, located down the road from the Trấn Quốc Temple. Tran Vu Temple dates from 1010 and served as the frontier gate defending Thang Long Capital.

The arm belongs to a lady having her picture taken rubbing the genie's foot.

Lost in contemplation, the 12-foot tall genie yielded up the luck without batting an eye.


I'm betting the monks won't burn the V.O. brandy.

A candle glows at the opening of the furnace where fake currency and other offerings are burned.

McCain's monument

Enroute to the temple, Flower paused for a moment to direct my attention to a small monument beside Trúc Bạch Lake, shown in the photo immediately below:


This day, there were swan paddle boats plodding the lake. But in 1967, the scene below was another story, as soldiers and civilians hauled John McCain out of the lake he had just parachuted into:

Photo from the Hoa Lo prison museum, showing McCain being pulled to shore.

And here is the monument that documents that day that the former presidential candidate was shot down while bombing Hanoi:


The unanswered question: why did they create a memorial here to McCain?

 This memorial also signals the beginning of a long imprisonment in which McCain became intimately familiar with practices that make him an avowed enemy of torture today. And what better place to learn than the French prison of Hoa Lo, with a legacy in which opponents of French rule were deprived, malnourished, beaten, and occasionally beheaded? Welcome to the "Hanoi Hilton."

The recently modeled Hoa Lo French high security prison formerly a.k.a. Hanoi Hilton.


A painting of how Hoa Lo's entrance looked to Vietnamese who were taken there by the French.

The Hoa Lo history

Vietnam is an old land, with spectacular geological formations which include limestone karsts that jut up from the rice fields and bays, as well as heavily-weathered iron-rich soils whose red clay deposits account for the color of the Red River that flows through Hanoi. These clay deposits were the basis of the economy of Phu Khanh Village, where artisans crafted pots, teapots and portable stoves of such quality that the location became known as the village of portable stoves.

And it was that community of artisans that the French displaced in the 1890s to construct one of the most fortified and highest security prison in Indochina. The facility included a court and the headquarters for the secret police. The graphic displays that follow tell the tale:

The Hoa Lo prison complex

A life-size depiction of Vietnamese prisoners, shackled in a long row.

According to information at the museum, Cell D of the prison, designed to hold 40, at times held 100, with only a wooden barrel for human waste. It was cold at times, forcing prisons to sleep close in the spoon position to stay warm. Unintentionally, it served as the graduate school for individuals who later became senior executives of the communist party of Vietnam.

Prisoners were beaten, and, this relief suggests, had their heads forced into human waste. 

Here's more comment about another section of the prison:


Hoa Lo was not perfectly secure. In 1945, more than 100 prisoners dug their way out through the sewer system and escaped, participating afterward in insurrection.

Depiction of a prisoner digging his way to escape via the prison's sewer

Others were not so fortunate. Almost forty years earlier, in July 1908, there was an attempt seize Hanoi from the French. Central to the plan was the poisoning of the Hanoi French garrison with dartura, a plant also known as thorn-apple and Jimsomweed. Some 200 troops were incapacitated, but they didn't die. One of the cooks involved felt guilty and confessed to a priest, who divulged the plot to the French authorities. Thirteen plotters were beheaded.


Above: The French displayed heads of "patriotic soldiers" involved in the 1908 Hanoi Poisoning Plot.

A depiction of an emaciated prisoner at Hoa Lo.


A glimpse into a cell.

Flower glances into a cell that appears to be large enough for several prisoners.

An Australian visitor talks with Flower about prosthetics. His lost his leg in a farm accident.



On the far left, one of two guillotines operated at the prison. On the right, Air Force Captain Douglas B. Peterson, an F4 C pilot shot down April 10, 1966 and imprisoned at Hoa Lo. He later entered politics, and in 1995 became the first U.S. Ambassador of the United States to Vietnam.

In the photo immediately below, John McCain, in a visit to Vietnam on friendlier terms, points to the photo of Peterson.

And the photo below that shows the leader of Hoa Lo prison addressing American prisoners about to be released on February 12, 1973.




Photo at museum shows McCain pointing to photo of Ambassador Peterson, as a prisoner.


Feb. 12, 1973: American servicemen addressed by prison official upon their release.

In the daylight: A deliveryman takes a break in the park, oblivious to the Hanoi Hilton.

It seems so long ago, Wilson. A lifetime, really. But there are still workshops for Vietnamese individuals disabled from the bombs and the chemicals, who eke out a living making purses and clothing and weavings and carved rocks for tourists. What is remarkable is that they welcome us. It is such a testament to the resilience of our species. Maybe, in a sense, we are unbreakable, too.

Love,
Robert, and Jean Baptiste