Saturday, February 3, 2018

São Tomé

            Wednesday, 31 Jan 2018 – The time to meet in the Insignia Lounge for our tour was given as 8:30 AM on our tickets, but as 8:00 in the “Currents” newsletter distributed each evening on the ship.  At any rate, while we waited until our number was called to board a tender for shore, we talked with another dancing couple, Bob and Lois (Austin, TX).  They were going on a bird-watching excursion.  Finally, our number was called; we boarded a tender at 9:10 AM and climbed into a bus on land at 9:35.  According to an announcement given then, the late time in leaving was caused by a medical emergency.
The island of São Tomé (St. Thomas is the English translation) lies south of Nigeria and is situated in the equatorial Atlantic and Gulf of Guinea about 190 miles off the northwest coast of Gabon.  It is considered to be part of West Africa.  The Portuguese came to the island of São Tomé about 1470 in search of land to grow sugar cane.  Before that, the island was uninhabited.
The equator runs through the southern tip of São Tomé, and the island is wet enough to grow sugar cane in wild abundance.  Its proximity to the African Kingdom of Kongo provided an eventual source of slave labor to work the sugar cane plantations.  Principe is a small island nearby, which was also part of the Portuguese colony until 1975, when São Tomé and Principe became a sovereign nation, with the city of São Tomé as its capital.
            Our 3.5-hour tour was “Highlights of São Tomé.”  Although there were other busses taking people on this same excursion, our bus had only seven people from the ship – which was great for us because we could receive a more personalized tour.  (Later, we wondered why our group was so small.  The seven of us might have been the last signed up for this tour to arrive at the meeting place because, by the time we realized that 8:00 might be our meeting time, it was already a little after that!  Therefore, we might have been in the “overflow” group, assigned to a bus with no air conditioning.  Yes, it was hot on the bus, but we wouldn’t have traded A/C for the small number of people in our tour group!)
Our guide was Jorge (George in English).  Besides us, bus passengers were Catherine & George (from Scotland, but they had lived many years in Tasmania, Australia before retiring and returning to Scotland); a couple from Belgium (who agreed with Sally that Belgian food is better than French food); and Natalie (a young lady from Poland who works in the Insignia spa as a masseuse). 
Sally with Giant Sea Tortoise
            First stop on this tour was the National Museum, which is housed in a Portuguese-built fortress from 1576 that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean.  Many of the items on display are religious in nature, attesting to the fact that São Tomé is predominately Catholic with several cathedrals, including one from the 16th century.  One room appeared to be dedicated to tortoises, with a huge one on display.  Although we saw signs in the museum prohibiting photography, Jorge told Jesse that it was okay for him to take photos and that he would be “responsible.”  The museum included two levels; we would visit some rooms while other groups would be in other rooms.  Afterward, we were unsure if the entire existing museum is surrounded by a wall, as well as by a moat (now empty), but we believe that it was.
At Museum with Insignia in the Background
From the museum, we visited the nearby Pantuflo fishing village, where we watched a traditional dance.  During the performance one “fisherman” dancer came into the group of 12 dancers, pulling, tied with a cord, a dancer whose red clothing suggested that he was a fish.  One of the dancers wore a large mask of a white man’s face.  Jorge explained (if we heard it correctly) that an old story tells of a sea captain who tried to kill a child, one of three brothers.  However, another brother gave the captain “the spirit,” after which the captain “joined them,” no longer seeking to kill them.  Since we were informed by ship information concerning this tour that some of these dances are historically enlightening and tell the story of the Portuguese settling here to operate sugar cane plantations, we wonder if perhaps an old sea captain might have been one of those settlers.
            After leaving the dancers, our bus drove farther, where children and young people were collecting shellfish among the black volcanic rocks along the beach.  Canoes (small fishing boats) were pulled up on the beach.  The houses in that area were small shanties.
            At that point, our bus turned around and returned to the city, where we went inside Our Lady of Grace Cathedral.  Jorge told us that this, the Cathedral of São Tomé Church (which it is also called), took about 400 years to build, being started in 1576 and finished in 1958.  [Wikipedia states that the original building probably dates from the fifteenth century; between 1576 and 1578, it was renovated; in 1757 the seat of the diocese moved to the island of Principe, where it remained for decades; in 1784 it was in poor condition with the front part in ruins; in 1814 it was restored again; in 1956 the last modification was made, which significantly altered the main façade.]  Although we drove by other churches, we went inside only the cathedral, which is quite pretty.  It was also relatively cool inside because of the very high ceiling, but there were fans on the wall when it was crowded with people for Mass.
            Very soon we stepped off the bus again at a city park, where a performance was in progress.  By the different type of clothing, we saw immediately that this was much different from the dances we’d been seeing with colorful costumes and enthusiastic dancers.  Ten people were lined up, and an eleventh was playing the flute.  In the back was a drummer.  Both the tune and movements of the dancers were melancholy.  Most dancers were dressed in European style, with most men in suits.  One woman, dressed in a long, white dress with a white veil was obviously impersonating a bride.  The “groom” was wearing a white suit and a captain’s hat.  One man appeared to be a priest, and the others might have been attendants.  Afterward, Sally asked Jorge what the performance was about.  Jorge replied that it was a tragedy, about a man who killed his uncle because he was in love with his uncle’s wife.  We watched for about 10 minutes until it ended.
At http://www.saotomeislands.com/  Sally found a more detailed description:  This play, the “Tragedy of the Marquis of Mantua and the Emperor Charlemagne,” is a tchilôli and was written by Baltazar Dias, a blind sixteenth-century Madeiran poet.  A tchilôli is a “hybrid” theater; it “retains the complete Portuguese Renaissance text, the original characters and the unities, but it adds many elements of African origin: the music, the choreography, the costumes, the musical instruments, the dances, the many mimed scenes and the pantomime.”  The play tells us how the Marquis discovers that his nephew has been stabbed to death, and how Prince Charlemagne, who is guilty of this crime, is condemned.  Although the entire “Tragedy” lasts for six hours, shorter versions last between one and three hours.
After our bus traveled a short way further, we walked through the large city market, which was partly in the open and partly under a roof.  Most items for sale were vegetables, but also we saw dried fish and other items.  Jesse asked Jorge how to say “hello” there, and he suggested “bon dia.”  After that, Jesse had a great time greeting the people, and several of them gave him a “thumbs up.”
Sally with Jackfruit
Jorge asked us if we had ever seen or eaten jackfruit; none of us had.  Then our bus parked at the “Y” where two streets came together, at a small market selling some vegetables and fruits.  Although Jorge said jackfruit is the largest fruit in the world, more correctly it is the largest tree-borne fruit.  The jackfruit tree is well suited to tropical climates, and was grown in India as long as 3,000 to 6,000 years ago.  The shape of the fruit is a little like a watermelon, but the outside texture looks more like a cantaloupe.  Jorge gave each of us a taste of the fruit; we thought it tasted a little like pineapple.  One of the women there said something to Jorge and he translated to us.  The woman thought Jesse looked like a resident of São Tomé, which really made his day!  Sally commented that most of his African ancestors came from West Africa, which includes São Tomé .
            Our bus took us even a little further to a small shop, where we saw very nice carved statues and other things.  Probably Jorge thought one of us might like to spend more time shopping; if we had a larger group, at least one shopper might have spent more time in that store.  However, although we had finished 15 minutes early, at this point we had accomplished everything our tour was supposed to include.  Then Jorge asked if anyone would like to see anything else.  The Belgian couple asked if they could return to the market we had visited earlier, but to walk on the second floor there.  (We never knew their reason for this.)  However, we didn’t mind staying on the bus and talking with the couple from Scotland.
Dinner in the Tuscana Italian Restaurant
            By the time our bus returned to the tender port, and the tender returned to the ship, it was almost 2:00 – when lunch would stop being served in the café.  We hurried and barely made it in time for our soup, salad, and pecan pie (served that day for one choice of dessert).  After that, we swam for a half hour.  For dinner tonight, we met Rich and Helma at the Tuscana (the Italian restaurant), staying to talk afterward until 10:30.

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