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March 2025
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Three weeks in Willemstad
I'm
in Willemstad, capital city of Curaçao, one of the countries that are
part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands. This is my first time in the
Caribbean and in Central America. Curaçao has an interesting combination
of cultures. Originally inhabitted by the native Arawak tribe, it was
occupied by Spain in the 16th century and then by the Netherlands since
the 17th century, only achieving autonomy in 2010. For a long time,
Curaçao was a hub of slave trade (slavery was abolished in 1863), which
is reflected today in 75% of the population being of African descent.
My apartment is in a place called Otrobanda (literally, "the other
side"), which is a more residential area. The more commercial and
touristic area is called Punda. Connecticting the two, we have the
famous Queen Emma Bridge, built in 1888. It's a floating bridge,
basically a boardwalk built on top of a series of boats. When a ship
needs to cross the channel, they just move the boats and the whole
bridge swings open. If you happen to be on the bridge at the time, you
just go for a little ride with it.
With the exception of the few blocks that form the more touristic area,
Willemstad has a small town vibe, with simple houses and small commerce.
Outside my window, there is a tree full of singing birds. I was able to
identify two: the beautiful black-and-yellow troupial (here they call
it turpial) and the noisy yellow-shouldered parrot (here they call it
lora).
I visited three museums. The Curaçao Museum exhibits furniture and
objects from colonial times. The Kurá Hulanda Museum tells the story of
slave trade in the Atlantic. The Curacao Maritime History Museum, not
surprisingly, displays a collection of ship models and navigation
equipment, plus a big model of the local oil refinery (deactivated in
2020).
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One of the many murals around town.
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Karnaval
This
part wasn't planned, but my stay in Curaçao coincided with Carnival.
And they are serious about celebrating it here, with a whole week of
daily parades. In Brazil, Carnival is fueled by samba (more
specifically, samba-enredo) and instruments like surdo, tamborim, cuíca,
and agogô. In New Orleans, the Mardi Gras rolls with the traditional
brass bands, playing funky and jazzy rhythms with instruments like
trumpet, trombone, and tuba. Here in Curaçao, the Karnaval is all about
the tumba, an Afro-Caribbean music style with some influence from
merengue and calypso, and played with instruments like congas, steel
drums, and tambu.
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And the food?
Being
on an island, I thought fish would be the main dish. But it seems
seafood restaurants here are mostly targeted at tourists, serving what I
would call international cuisine. What I saw the locals eating all the
time was chicken and goat. Since I'm not a big fan of goat meat, what I
had the most was galiña stoba (chicken stew), usually served with fried
plantains and rice and beans. I ate fish too, of course, both corvina
and red lionfish.
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Bida ta Dushi!
The local language, Papiamentu, is fascinating, mixing Portuguese,
Spanish, and Dutch, in an original and vibrant blend. It reminds me a
bit of the sounds of the Portuguese dialect spoken in Cape Verde. I
can't really understand the conversations, but sometimes I identify
familiar words or expressions. For example, "kachó pretu" is "black
dog", very similar to "cachorro preto" in Portuguese. "Kon ta bai?" in
Papiamentu is almost the same as "Como vai?" in Portuguese ("How are
you?"). And, of course, the popular "Bida ta dushi!" ("Life is sweet!").
They use "dushi" for everything that's good. Literally it means
"sweet", but it's also "tasty", "delicious", "sexy", "nice",
"beautiful", and so on.
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Any side trips?
I visited a few of the beaches around the island.
The first one was Mambo Beach, a 7 km walk from my apartment (and
another 7 km to return). There I had lunch at the Hemingway Beach Bar
& Restaurant and then visited the flamingos, dolphins, and sharks at
the Curaçao Sea Aquarium. Curiously, I have eaten at restaurants also
called Hemingway, but not connected to each other, in Plovdiv
(Bulgaria), Bangkok (Thailand), and Tirana (Albania). It's starting to
become a tradition.
To the other beaches, farther away, I went by car. They are all small
beaches with fine white sand and clear green water: Kokomo Beach, Playa
Piskado, Playa Kalki, and Playa Kenepa. Also, on the way to Kokomo
Beach, I stopped at the Hato Caves, made of marine coral limestone and
full of stalactites, stalagmites, and bats.
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Kokomo Beach
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Playa Piscadó
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Playa Kanepa
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And after Willemstad?
In a few days I'll go to Panama City, capital of Panama. Hasta luego!
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