Working with water

Ahh.. the end of another working week in the Cook Islands. I guess I should explain what it is that I'm doing here. Still finishing up the last semester of my program, I'm interning with one of the government ministries in water resource management, which is relevant to my studies. Basically I'm trying to engage with people from all over the island to talk about what the future of water and health will look like for the Cook Islands, and what we need to start doing now.

Holding a workshop on the future of water, health and climate change

The interesting part of managing natural resources in a small island setting is that any changes you make to the environment has an immediate impact. For example, if there's an unusually heavy rainfall and papaya plantations are laying fertilizers on their fields, it gets washed into the lagoon, causing a spike in algae blooms, threatening beaches and livelihoods because the country is so dependant on tourism. That's why its essential for people across different sectors communicating so they realize how their activities affect, or are affected by, their neighbours. Fortunately this is a place that has close community ties, making this easy to do, most of the time.

Meeting people from all different backgrounds is the best part of my job. Where else in the world can you call up a department minister totally out of a blue, and then sit down for a meeting with them later that day? People here are just so approachable and friendly. I get to talk to schoolchildren, traditional leaders, landowners and lots of other people working in government. Water is important to different people in different ways, and everyone is more than happy to share their point of view.

One thing I didn't expect is how my job would continue to follow me after working hours. Being a tall asian girl with a Canadian accent makes me stand out here, a lot, so people are always asking stopping me to ask what I'm doing here. There have been instances where I'm picking up something at a local shop, and the owners will take me to their house to show me the discoloured water and low pressure coming out of their taps. Other times I will explain what I'm working on, and people look at me and think I'm just attached to another aid project, paid to give their opinion and leave. I've talked to taro planters who have thrown f-bombs at me, telling me that no government should ever tell him what to do with his land. All of these opinions are valid though, and its mostly good-natured. Sometimes I'll be walking along the main road and people will ask me if I've fixed all the country's water problems yet, and I'll laugh and say I'm working on it.

Looking into the island's water sources and reservoirs

I know that the time I'll spend here is relatively short, and realistically maybe I won't have that much of an impact. The one thing I try to do is keep an open mind and try to listen (harder than you think, consider how much I talk!) and appreciate this experience.

Cook Islands

I've been pinching myself every morning for the past month. I've been waking up to sunrises like these, thinking its too surreal to be living in the Cook Islands.

I'm staying on the main island of Rarotonga, which has the only international airport, and the most tourists. With ten thousand people, its the most populated of the 15 islands that makes up Cook Islands. We have two grocery stores, one bookstore, eleven fish n' chip stations and fifteen churches. Perhaps that gives you an idea of the girth and the religious fervor of the people of the Cook Islands. To get an idea of where the country is located, find Hawaii, then head south for about 7000 km. Those tiny dots are the Cook Islands.

The sheer isolation of the island geography was initially daunting, but its hard not to be charmed by the small community feel to Rarotonga. In my first days walking around the main town area, random people on the street approached me saying 'hey you're the new intern from Canada? Welcome!' and there are always open invitations to family birthdays, community socials and dinner parties from virtual strangers. It's easy to feel like you're cut off from the rest of the world, but the sheer generosity, friendliness and amazing hospitality of the Cook Islanders have made me feel like I have a home in the middle of the Pacific.