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  • October19th

    I didn’t get my interview with the president today, and Paul, the PR liaison is sounding increasingly apologetic and uncertain. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “None of us expected the reaction to the cabinet meeting to be so huge, the president is totally full up”. It’s true that underwater event has generated unprecedented levels of exposure for Nasheed. I’ve received e-mails from excited friends around the globe who’ve seen footage on their news bulletins or read reports in their national papers. “It’s so great you’re getting to interview the president!” writes one friend excitedly, and I feel a knot in my stomach. I’m getting a very bad feeling about all this.

    To distract myself I decide to walk the perimeter of Malé. It’s a view of the Maldives few visitors ever see, and it’s revealing. As I reach the west shore I see fires burning on the horizon. Plumes of thick smoke create a dirty smudge that reaches up to the clouds. These are the Fires of Thilafushi – which sounds like the title of a romantic novel, but actually betray the location of the least attractive island in the nation (and arguably the world).

    Fires of Thilafushi

    Fires of Thilafushi

    Thilafushi is over 120 acres of mostly landfill, an artificial island built to deal with the prodigious amounts of refuse from the capital and neighbouring islands, as well as and some of the 3.5 kilograms of rubbish generated on average, by each tourist every single day. I see a string of industrial-looking boats, carrying four loaded rubbish trucks each, leaving Malé for the 6km trip to the island.

    These boats are rubbish

    These boats are rubbish

    Built to solve a problem, Thilafushi is causing a few of its own. Simply put, it can’t handle the amount of rubbish it’s being sent. The operation has long since abandoned digging pits – the volume of waste has simply become too great to cover. Instead, Thilafushi (or ‘trash island’ as the locals call it) has been slowly expanding as some the 330 tonnes of rubbish it receives daily is loaded onto the island and into the lagoons around it. The size of the  operation is perhaps  best demonstrated by the fact the island  now has a café, a restaurant, two mosques, and its own police station. In fact the Maldives has so much rubbish it is exporting it. Ships that bring vegetables from India return home with crushed cans, metals and cardboard. Besides the logistical problem of handling all that waste there are now concerns that toxic heavy metals such as mercury, lead and cadmium are leaching into the sea from the island, and posing a threat to the marine eco-system.

    “This is the scariest part,” says local environmentalist Ali Rilwan in an interview with the Dhivehi Observer.  “Unlike a landfill, this is a lagoon fill. It is a landfill in liquid form and so it absorbs these chemicals much more easily.”

    I’ve also been shocked to find out that the Maldives, including all the resorts, dumps its raw sewage into the ocean. As a nation, the Maldives needs some serious toilet training.

    I continue my walk to the north shore and find lines of oil trucks.

    Fossil fuel cavalcade

    Fossil fuel cavalcade

    The smell of diesel is thick in the air as boat owners queue up to fill their engines with fuel. Further down the road I find the capital’s power plant, happily expelling carbon into the atmosphere.

    Male Power Plant - Carbon Positive

    Malé Power Plant - Carbon Positive

    According to the CIA yearbook the country imports the equivalent of 5,490 barrels of oil a day, highlighting the challenge Nasheed has in committing his country to carbon neutrality.

    But the new president seems to be onto it with typical verve. Within a month of me leaving the islands he announces a deal with General Electric to build a £160M offshore wind farm comprising 30 large turbines and delivering power via a network underwater cables. It’s estimated the plant will provide 40% of the nation’s electricity and reduce its carbon emissions by 25%,

    I also find out that the new administration is tackling the rubbish problem too, having established the Waste Management Corporation with a mandate of collecting and processing all waste in the nation in an environmentally friendly manner.

    Such moves should begin to answer those critics of Nasheed who say he’s all about PR stunts (like Saturday’s cabinet meeting) but light on action. It’s a popular refrain amongst the Maldivians I’ve spoken to so far on the streets of the capital – there’s a general feeling that the new president is a good thing, but it’s all about delivery now. His critics include the German owner of the Thai restaurant where I have lunch. Upon realising I’m a writer he cannot wait to tell me his views on the new regime insisting, I’m surprised to hear, that things were better under Gayoom’s dictatorship. “This country isn’t ready for democracy,” he tells me, “The don’t know how to handle it”. He goes on to warn me that the local currency is worthless and I shouldn’t use it, which explains why he prefers you to settle his bill in US dollars – before giving you your change in Maldivian Rufiyaa.

    My final stop is an artificial beach on the capital’s East side. It’s deserted – a forlorn curio. Can it be popular when a boat ride away are some of the finest beaches anywhere on the planet? I sit for a while trying not to worry about the fact I’ve still heard nothing about my interview. Tomorrow is my last full day in Malé. If I don’t speak to the president then I’ll probably not get to talk to him at all…

  • October16th

    I’m in Dubai airport on the way to the Maldives to meet President Mohammed Nasheed and attend an underwater cabinet meeting (which is not a sentence I ever thought I’d write). I don’t understand airports. They are a potential melting pot of people from all countries and cultures and yet they are some of the simultaneously dullest and most alienating places on the planet, full of naff shops and lacklustre restaurants. Dubai airport is like a cross between Walmart and the rib cage of some deceased leviathan. As Douglas Adams once wrote “It’s no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase ‘As pretty as an airport’ appear. Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be the result of a special effort.”. I’d call Dubai airport ‘medium ugly’. It’s not even got the ambition to really take ugly and make it it’s own.

    I don’t want to buy a raffle ticket for a car. I don’t want to buy overpriced (yet ‘duty free’) sunglasses or perfume. I have no need for an 8-pack of Toblerone, or enough cigarettes to kill a dinosaur. I would like a space that encourages meetings between travelers. International airports could be a force for cultural understanding, or places that showcase the best of their host nations. Instead they seem to separate us from one another and suggest that the country outside has the lowest of aspirations. ‘Welcome to our nation, would you like a bumper pack of M&M’s?’

    I do hope that future spaceports (which I’ll cover in the chapter ‘Spacestation Hilton’) learn not to emulate this worldwide virus of soul destroying termini. Author Anthony Price summed it up when he wrote the devil himself has probably redesigned Hell in the light of information gained from observing airport design. Any second now I expect to hear the announcement “Paging passenger Stevenson. This is the last call for your soul. Your soul is now departing from gate 7.”

    Right I’m off to catch a plane.

  • August18th

    I recently went to meet Xavier Claramunt, the man behind ‘Galactic Suite’ – a project he maintains will put a hotel in orbit by 2012. Beyond this the GS project has plans for a hotel under the sea, one on top of a mountain, near orbit balloons that take sightseers to the edge of space and its own set of four private spaceports (this in marked contrast to the other players in the space tourism market who are collaborating on spaceport development). While most tourism firms might be considered to work along the x-axis (the Earth’s surface) Xavier wants to be first to sell experiences up and down the y-axis (from under the ocean to orbit).

    I chose to see Xavier because his vision encompasses all the others. Whether he succeeds or not is not so important for the book (although I’m convinced he will achieve much of what he wants, though perhaps not to the degree or in the timescales he suggests!) but he’s grappling with all the issues – building spaceports, spaceplanes, orbital habitats etc – so is a good springboard to talk about all components in the space tourism picture. And in fact his reasoning for going his route is quite logical, if unproven (I won’t go into it here). He’s also bonkers in all the right ways, and gives great interview. Some choice quotes:

    • “It’s easier for me to build a hotel in space than it is in Barcelona”
    • “I can tell if I’m going to work with you by asking three questions: ‘what are you good at?’, ‘are you an orange or a lemon?’ and ‘what’s the square root or 725?’ ”
    • “$3 billion is what? Nothing. The cost of a motorway”

    Xavier assures me his mystery Saudi investors have no qualms about the cost. “It’s ego with them,” he says.

    It does seem mankind is going back to space, but this time the charge is being led not by governments but by tourists. Space Tourism is, potentially, big business and numerous initiatives are beginning to grab the headlines – from Virgin Galactic’s sub-orbital experience (followed swiftly by a gaggle of spaceplane projects from companies like XCOR and Rocketplane XP) to more ambitious plans like Xavier’s to put a hotel in orbit (competitors include Bigelow Aersospace, Excalibur Almaz and the Space Island Project).

    Beyond this manned missions to Mars and a permanent base on the moon are both in the offing. Russia, the United States, Japan, India and (allegedly) China are all grappling with the challenge of setting up a permanent base on our nearest celestial neighbour. (I’ll be visiting NASA in January to discuss their plans to go to the moon.)

    40 years since Apollo we’re finally coming to a working partnership between state and the private sector in exploiting the solar system. (Indeed, when the Space Shuttle goes out of commission in 2010, NASA will be relying on commercial launch offerings to fulfil its commitments). Let’s just hope Easyjet don’t get in on the game. (This post would be far too long if I got onto my experiences at Barcelona airport with the orange uniformed face of ‘fuck you then’ air travel). Still, I did see a great pun on my trip, a lingerie store called ‘Bracelona’. Marvelous. In addition, I was amused by the ‘Hotel Colon’ (possible strapline: ‘Our staff aren’t up their arses, they’re up yours’ – thanks to Hannah Williams for suggesting that) and at Barcelona train station an information post which invites ‘Brief Questions’. Woe betide your enquiry is over a few syllables in this city…