Re:International Space Station Traffic
by pp19dd on Wednesday March 17, 2021 @02:17PM
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Re: kube-system. Remoteness is the right word. I've always been fascinated by Tristan da Cunha. Wrote to the island administrator (regularly rotated from England) when I was back in college and found out all that I wanted to.
There are two jobs on the island. You can either work for the government (British) or the fish factory (owned by a South African company). Power is supplied by generators from the fish factory. At the time, supplies came in twice per year via ship, so you obviously ordered far in advance.
Islanders eat a lot of potatoes, in various creative dishes. They're grown in a field east of the town. And they drink a lot of alcohol, possibly world's highest per capita. Once a year they visit inaccessible island (or is it Gough island?) to collect bird eggs. Or so I thought.
The islanders have been genetically and culturally separated from the world for centuries after the collapse of the whaling trade, for which they were a resupply stop. With the exception of a volcanic eruption in the 60s during which the islanders were evacuated to England and eventually all returned, only addition to the island's population in a very long time came from a shipwrecked crew (Italian, I believe).
To outsiders, they seem and sound ... for lack of any accurate words, way behind the times. Some people would use very unkind words to describe them. The islanders are very self aware of this, and are shy in front of others.
Visitors from cruise ships were allowed brief visits, and you can get a pricy passport stamp. But otherwise, there is only one way you can legally settle in Tristan: in a shipwreck.
Re:International Space Station Traffic
by cosmodisk on Wednesday March 17, 2021 @02:32PM
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I honestly suggest watching some videos on YouTube,where they videoblog about their lives on that station: the daily challenges from using the toilet to making pizza to entering different country sections. It's fascinating and also humbling knowing how far we've gone despite it all being so fragile.
There are two jobs on the island. You can either work for the government (British) or the fish factory (owned by a South African company). Power is supplied by generators from the fish factory. At the time, supplies came in twice per year via ship, so you obviously ordered far in advance.
Islanders eat a lot of potatoes, in various creative dishes. They're grown in a field east of the town. And they drink a lot of alcohol, possibly world's highest per capita. Once a year they visit inaccessible island (or is it Gough island?) to collect bird eggs. Or so I thought.
The islanders have been genetically and culturally separated from the world for centuries after the collapse of the whaling trade, for which they were a resupply stop. With the exception of a volcanic eruption in the 60s during which the islanders were evacuated to England and eventually all returned, only addition to the island's population in a very long time came from a shipwrecked crew (Italian, I believe).
To outsiders, they seem and sound ... for lack of any accurate words, way behind the times. Some people would use very unkind words to describe them. The islanders are very self aware of this, and are shy in front of others.
Visitors from cruise ships were allowed brief visits, and you can get a pricy passport stamp. But otherwise, there is only one way you can legally settle in Tristan: in a shipwreck.