Kosrae Micronesia
Visited November 1997
As the Air Mike island hopper broke through the clouds,
fog shrouded mountain peaks came into view. With its' airport
built on a man made spit dating back to the second world war,
this mountainous island glowed like an emerald, even under an
overcast sky. Korsae, (pronounced a number of ways, most commonly
KOR-shy) is the half way point for Continental Micronesia's island
hopper flight from Honolulu to Guam. Korsae is the only single
island state in the Federated States of Micronesia. As one of
the less developed and populated islands in the region, Korsae
has retained much of the traditional atmosphere from the past
50 years, in spite of being conquered by Germans, Japanese, and
then handed to the US as part of the trust territory of the Pacific
following W.W.II. The villages are not yet all connected by roads,
and the modern conveniences such as sewer and water are still
making their way around to the homes. Of course telephones seem
omnipresent, even in the absence of electricity.
Korsae is known as the island of the sleeping lady,
as when viewed from the east the profile of the mountains resembles
that of a reclined woman. The small island of Lelu (pronounced
lay-la) is connected to the main island by a causeway, which once
also served as the islands landing strip. Lelu was once home to
the king, and an ancient village where the royalty lived can be
seen to this day. Huge basalt logs form walls, paved walkways
and canals connect the royal grounds with meeting areas, food
preparation areas and royal tombs. The jungle is slowly reclaiming
the ruins in spite of local efforts to preserve them.
As was typical of each stop the island hopper made
on this journey, the terminal at Korsae is nothing if not minimal.
The customs people are not terribly used to receiving scuba diving,
camera toting visitors, and the questioning was motivated by curiosity
more then anything else. Never before have I been asked by customs
"How did you learn about our island ?". A friendly woman
we met while waiting for our gear was equally as curious. She
was a public health nurse assigned here by her employer, and was
intrigued that we would visit on holiday. If this questioning
of "Why would you come here" seems like it might give
one second thoughts, that is exactly the case. The heat, humidity,
rain, the 10 hour flight from Hawaii all combined to cause some
serious questions.
We bravely left the airport, and were met by a driver
from the Korsae Nautilus Resort. The right hand drive van (driving
on the right side of the road) took us on the 20 minute drive
to the Nautilus. The scenery was nothing short of stunning. Waterfalls
mere feet from the road were on our right, while wild banana,
lime, orange, and tangerine trees were on our left. The smells
of citrus, and lush greenery were almost overwhelming .We were
quickly jarred back to reality as the van bounced from pothole
to pothole. Driving on the two lane roads is an adventure, endeavoring
to avoid as many potholes as possible. No section of road appeared
to be capable of allowing 2 cars to pass without one of them being
subjected to these craters.
Arriving at the Korsae Nautilus Resort, on the east
side of the island, we were treated to a spectacular view of
the leeward side of Mt. Finkol. This peak, only 2000' high, is
cloaked in dense jungle. As the rain ended and the clouds retreated
to the upper reaches of the mountain the full picture of this
island Eden emerged. Flocks of birds flitted through the mangrove
less than a mile inland of the resort, while still more circled
high up in the mountains. The only words to accurately describe
the foliage would be lush, very very lush.
The
Nautilus Resort is a modern facility with 16 rooms, a pool, dining
room, bar and air conditioning throughout. Our large room with
twin double beds had ample desk space and a mini bar. It was a
pleasant surprise that the mini bar prices were comparable or
lower than those at the store down the road. When was the last
time you saw beer for $1.50 in a hotel mini bar ? Even bottled
water at eighty five cents was a steal. No need to use the bottles
water however as unlimited catchment water is available at the
bar to refill the pitcher in your refrigerator. Tap water is not
recommended for drinking.
The purpose for visiting Kosrae was to dive, and
that meant getting in the water as soon after arrival as possible.
The resort is just across the road from a huge beach, which contains
Kosraes Blue Hole. A walk across the tidal flats to the blue hole
revealed free swimming spotted and sharp tail eels hunting in
the knee deep warm water. At the edge of the blue hole, the challenge
was in finding the paths through the coral heads around the edge
of the drop-off. Pushing out from the iron shore ledge, I found,
or rather was nearly impaled on my first Lion fish. It was sunning
itself on top of a coral head in just over a foot of water. Only
evasive action on the parts of myself and the surprised Lion fish
prevented a painful and ungraceful meeting of snorkler and fish.
The water of the blue hole is fairly turbid, and
visibility can range from 10 - 30 feet. Looking into the dark
waters at the center of the hole one is overcome by the number
of large moving shapes below. Deeper investigation revealed this
to be a mixture of Stingrays, Jacks, and snappers. Legend has
it that the bones of the deceased kings of the nearby island of
Lelu were deposited into the waters of the Blue hole. This, of
course comes to bear on just how deep one might chose to go in
this hole. We chose the let sleeping kings lie !
Many Caribbean divers are aware of how hard it is
to find a harlequin Pipe fish, or any pipe fish for that matter.
The Blue Hole of Kosrae is home to thousands of pipe fish, in
as little as 10 feet of water. These comical relatives of the
sea horse were a joy to watch as the moved about in pairs amongst
the coral heads. They even permitted some extensive photography
of this behavior. Later visits to the Hole revealed groups of
up to 8 pipe fish in areas of less than one square foot. These
are not at all a rare species here !
Diving was done in the nautilus resorts custom built
boat Poseidon The boat was moored at a marina on the west side
of the island for protection from the weather. After a short drive
round the island (past the potholes) to the marina we headed out
to a site known as Shark Island. As any diver know, calling a
site shark anything virtually guarantees that one will not see
any sharks there. Today was no exception. Nor was it a disappointment.
Big schools of Barracuda, jacks and bait fish swirled about the
reef slope. A spotted eagle ray welcomed us to the water. Clown
fish danced in their protective anemones, chasing away curious
divers. A lazy turtle swam by for a look.
The
corals of the drop-offs are draped in more colors than one can
imagine, but unlike other Pacific regions such as Palau, the colors
do not come from the soft corals. The reefs of Kosrae are comprised
almost exclusively of the hard reef building corals, which grow
to silly proportions. Brain corals more than ten feet across,
pillar and star corals reach towards the surface. And everywhere
splashes of color; from the ever present Christmas tree worms
in every color of the rainbow; and the multitude of chrinoids
in wild yellow and black, yellow and white, striped, and ever
imaginable combination. It was the sensation of being on a reef
being attacked by tribbles ! A gentle current swept us along as
the chrinoids stretched their arms into the blue, searching for
their microscopic nourishment. Visibility was below normal at
sixty to eighty feet, and the water a pleasant 80 degrees.
Lunch was served during the surface interval, featuring
the freshest bananas, tangerines, and lime juice ever to find
their way aboard a dive boat. If that were not enough, cold grilled
chicken sandwiches are also provided. A second equally pleasant
dive at another spot on shark island was resplendent in more chrinoids,
lion fish, and another spotted eagle ray.
Following our second day of diving we lost out to
the potholes and blew a tire on the drive back to the resort.
As we waited for another truck from the resort to pick us up,
nearly every vehicle passing by offered a ride. We ended up riding
back to the resort with a load of coconuts in the back of a pickup
truck. This is living island style. The Kosraeans go out of their
way to be accommodating, and it is said that their local dialect
has no word for "no" . This can lead to some confusion
as any request will be met with a yes, as they do not know how
to decline. It drove Geoff Raschou, manager and owner of the Nautilus
Resort, crazy the first few years he was on the island.
The locals have a shyness which disappears when they
are greeted with a smile. As so few tourists visit this island,
the locals have not had a chance to grow to resent visitors. This
is a pleasant change from many other dive destinations. Kosrae
does not appeal to tourists, it draws mainly visitors who are
there to enjoy nature, either above or under the sea. IN addition
to the diving opportunities, Kosrae offers hiking in its mountains
through the rain forests. In addition, one may arrange a tour
through the mangrove channel in a dugout canoe.
Until 50 years ago, the mangrove channels were the
main means of transportation between villages. The village of
Walung is still reachable only by water. Plans for a road to the
village a re met with much opposition from villagers, who fear
that the access may bring great changes into the remote village.
A visit to Kosrae is certainly not complete without
attending a Sunday morning church service. The islanders are said
to be the most devout in the pacific, and take great pride in
their church choirs. I attended services at the church on Lelu
island. The simple church was filled almost constantly with music,
both from within and flowing in through the open windows from
the neighboring Sunday school. It seemed that the children's
singing was background music for the ministers preaching. The
only English spoken was a brief welcome and acknowledgment of
the visitors by the minister. The soaring complex harmonies of
the choirs transcended language barriers. We were latter told
that choir rehearsal on Thursday nights often attracts as many
people as does the actual service.
Following the service we met Ernie, a local fellow
who had lived on Lelu all his life. Ernie was proud to invite
us to his home to meet his family, and tell us a bit about his
life on Kosrae. Ernies home bordered on one edge of the ancient
ruins of Lelu, and one side of his yard was protected by a fifteen
foot high wall of basalt logs. Nearly one thousand years old,
the moss covered logs provided welcome shade for the cooking area
of the home. Ernies' wife Ehma was proud to serve us some of her
home made coconut ice cream. Made with coconut milk rather than
real milk, the sweet treat was a welcome relief from the oppressive
heat. Across the road from Ernies was a path leading up a hill
to a former Japanese weather station from world war two. Ernie
told us that he had been enslaved as a message boy at the station
during the war. Since the end of the war fifty years ago, he had
never returned to the hilltop. the only time that Ernie was not
smiling was as he spoke of those days during the war. It was,
he said, "a very bad time".
Leaving Ernies home we explored the island some more.
Chickens roamed freely on the roads, and the tiny Kosraeans bananas
hung from trees over the road. The remnants of the war are still
much in abundance. Tanks lie where they were abandoned. Armored
vehicles have been rolled into the ditches to remain as a rusting
reminder of the war. Traditional Kosraeans homes are interspersed
with more modern American style buildings. Every home seemed to
have a dog or two, and the barking was almost non stop for the
duration of our walk. This was Sunday, and that meant that we
were obligated to wear long pants, despite the heat.
Kosrae is the most conservative of the islands, Sunday
is firmly protected as a day of rest. At the airport a sign outlines
the customs, such as no drinking or working on Sunday. This extends
to no diving or boating as well. Geoff told of the local Civil
Action team creating quite a stir by water-skiing on a Sunday.
Naturally diving is also forbidden, although snorkeling seemed
to be acceptable. Quite relaxation, contemplation, and visiting
with friends are the recommended activities. Use of the hotel
pool was also tolerated, although women are encouraged to stay
covered until they enter the water. While it may at first have
sounded restrictive this quiet Sunday ritual was a relaxing way
to end our stay on Kosrae. Naturally there is no flight out of
Kosrae on Sunday. So on Monday afternoon we were back on the island
hopper and on our way to Yap.
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