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Canst thou imagine Korla Pandit’s “Tale Of The Underwater Worshippers” as musical underscore for certain diving films of Peter Potamus (privately circulated more than likely) taken in such scions of Polynesia Uncharted where the natives still enjoy diving naked and unafraid (and especially enjoy the freedom thereby engendered)?
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Moth Mondays with the Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera: Peter Potamus “himself”
On the theme of “There’s A First Time for Anything and Everything,” we can imagine Peter Potamus describing his first experience with diving underwater:
It was about the age of four or five years ... which, I can say with certainty, was because it was one of the first times that my late father, Perry Potamus--to whom I owe my fondness for discovery and wanderlust, particularly of such parts of Polynesia otherwise unknown to the “civilised”--had me aboard his Magic Balloon, which I subsequently inherited, on one of his voyages seeking wanderlust and the esoteric in Polynesia. And I certainly admit that those voyages were definitely a learning experience in more ways than one, with much more learned directly than would be learned in school texts.
But it was on this particular voyage that I learned something that has been a definite passion for me all these years: Learning to dive underwater--and to like it.
Now, I do acknowledge that I had some early lessons in swimming soon after I was born, considering that among us hippopotamii, swimming is a natural and yet inherent talent. Yet somehow, my own father felt it might be worthwhile to learn diving as another interesting talent. And learn it in a spot equally dear to my heart as much as my late father’s ... in an isolated island somewhere in Polynesia otherwise unknown, and deliberately. Because, as my father pointed out, there are examples of established primitive cultures as deserve to be best left to themselves as something of a lesson to the otherwise “civilising” such as traders and missionaries who have otherwise ruined perfectly good primitive peoples and their established folkways--even if, at turns, their approach to learning, say, “the facts of life” can tend to be rather direct without being pornographic. Excusing, essentially, a rather candid acceptance of nudity among their folk ... and being rather casual sexually.
In line with the established custom of such islands, it was felt best that I learn about Polynesian-style diving naked, what with the natives actually diving naked more often than not and finding it rather delightful. And so it was one afternoon in a sort of “Blue Lagoon” setting, my father and I walked hand in hand to the shallows of the lagoon where I would take my first steps in diving.
And, after being shown a few limbering-up exercises designed to make the dive a little easier, and introduced to what you might call a “beach gal” type who would lead my introduction to diving alongside my father, I took in a deep breath for the dive--which, I admit, certainly calls to mind the Hippo Hurricane Holler--and, basically wearing only myself, I dove into the lagoon. And managing to find my father, I began realising something wonderful about diving ... the sheer feeling of being in essentially another world, which happens to be what it’s like. It’s almost as if you are basically free and light for all purposes and intents.
So, father, “beach gal” and I dove to a depth of about eight feet beneath the surface, close to a long-established underwater tiki statue of the sort native divers have long enjoyed ... and guided somewhat by my father, who was kneeling on the ocean bottom close to a rather beautiful coral reef, I would swim close to his chest.
And he just hugged me in admiration of my first diving experience.
Which our “beach gal,” a native herself, also took to in response.
I just couldn’t help but sense the sensation of something new and wonderful being discovered at such a young age ... and upon return to the shore not long afterward, Perry, my father, summarised the experience to me this way: “Just remember this, Peter: There is nothing more wonderful among experiences in the water than actually diving underwater ... and how it just feels so wonderful to be close to Nature wearing but yourself.”
Which I’ve taken to heart many times since, especially when crossing paths with these same Polynesians otherwise unknown to the world at large thanks to my father as much as myself. And spending time in these same islands among such wonderfully spectacular coral reefs as much as playfully friendly dolphins, sea lions, seals ... and “the locals” themselves, with a hospitality as can get to be very addicting. And which I am likely to share with a nephew of mine before too long.
“... and that’s the story from The Moth”
(The preceding is an independent fanfic feature having no official connexion or association with The Moth. For more information, please to visit their website ... and tune in to The Moth Radio Hour weekends on your local public radio station; check your local radio listings for the day and time.)
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Following a dive Peter Potamus had with the youngish son of a local chieftain somewhere in Polynesia Uncharted
CHIEFTAIN'S SON, with some juvenile excitement: Believe you me, wasn't that an interesting dive we just had?
PETER POTAMUS, getting to the point: When you're a hippo like myself, diving just comes naturally ... and even if we may look rather clumsy on land, in the water, though, we can be rather graceful and elegant! Not quite underwater ballet, but still, it can feel rather exhilarating, that freedom of release in sensing the beauty of the underwater world!
CHIEFTAIN'S SON: And wasn't it rather interesting when those dolphins joined us in the dive as they did, and how that one dolphin stroked you affectionately on the neck!
PETER POTAMUS: And how she responded to my touch, almost as if she was like a close sister I never quite knew!
CHIEFTAIN'S SON: And speaking of close sisters, did you meet the one I happen to have?
PETER POTAMUS: Now that you mention it, she was the one who applied coconut oil on my back last night ... and boy, did that coconut oil feel so wonderful, and then some! So wonderful, in fact, I had a rather sudden wet dream on the bed!
CHIEFTAIN'S SON: She's pretty handy with the coconut oil, don't you know ...
PETER POTAMUS: And would that I were able to dive with her, not to mention spend the night as well!
CHIEFTAIN'S SON: That could be arranged ...
Peter Potamus, in surprising conversation with a king from somewhere in Polynesia Uncharted of "extreme youth," to put it simply
PETER POTAMUS: Isn't it rather surprising to find royalty in such an uncharted paradise such as this to be as young as you are!
HIS MAJESTY: I will have you know that I am no less than eleven years old, and even if it is that I am the king of these parts, you may be fascinated to know that I happen to enjoy diving and surfing as much as any of the natives ... and enjoy it naked and unafraid, besides!
PETER POTAMUS: So when exactly did you happen to become king at such a young age?
HIS MAJESTY: It might surprise you to learn that I was crowned, you might say, at the age of nine, following the decease of my grandfather, as held royal duties for some years previous ... my own actual parents having died in infancy, and was taken in by the royal household. You might say that I only learned about the fact of my being king just days before the death of the previous such.
PETER POTAMUS: Would you have any girlfriends as are part of the royal house, so to speak?
HIS MAJESTY: I have three such, and they happen to be wonderful diving and dolphin-swim companions ... in fact, speaking of swimming with dolphins--
PETER POTAMUS: I am rather curious!
HIS MAJESTY: A few weeks back, before you came along, my usual dolphin companion had me along for a rather wonderful dive in the lagoon over by the next village ... and what made it wonderful was that I couldn't help but witness a pair of sea turtles mating, and swimming all the while!
PETER POTAMUS: The sight of which is certainly a fascinating one. Imagine, the very beauty of the sexual magic laid bare without being disgusted at the sight!
HIS MAJESTY: I also enjoy witnessing dolphins in their love displays while diving ...
PETER POTAMUS: Which must be rather fascinating for royalty of your age ...
HIS MAJESTY: Thanks for taking such an interest. Uh, could I interest you in some diving a little later on?
PETER POTAMUS: Now that would be a rather exciting experience, diving with royalty!
Flipper must be jealous
(as related by Peter Potamus as only he knows how)
There are certain parts of Polynesia Uncharted, whose locales and names I am sworn to keep secret, where the natives have what amounts to an especially close and magical friendship with the dolphins of local waters suggesting where they’re almost like pets of a most unusual kind. Friendships, you might say, sure to make Flipper rather jealous.
And such being thus because these Polynesians, in their isolation from the effects of “Civilisation” as have decimated other indigenous Polynesian cultures and their folkways as much as their peoples, could be said to be living in a natural sort of dolphinarium by their closeness to Nature. Which, as many of us know, is largely influenced by their traditional nakedness “as Nature intended,” especially when in or under the water. And from my experiences with them, they can’t help but feel wonderful when they’re diving naked underwater ... and even more wonderful when their dolphin companion of the hour is in on the dive.
Perhaps it’s their nakedness as much as their traditional folkways which explains why these Polynesians (who, mind you, don’t deserve to be seen as “savages” or otherwise “backwards;” such, clearly, reeks of the racist and the ignorant) are so attracted to these dolphins ... and the dolphins to these natives, come to think of it. And for all their playfulness and joie de vivre, such Polynesians Uncharted gain some interesting life lessons by such an intimacy of friendship. Even as these natives start learning to swim, which is practically within days of being born, they also learn to accept dolphins as their friends and bosom companions such as were sent by their gods ... followed not long after by pointers on how best to swim with a dolphin (especially in handling their dorsal fin), how to hug a dolphin so as to show utmost affection and how to seriously feel loved.
In fact, many of these Polynesians Uncharted I have come across will tell me rather casually that perhaps their best moments underwater are the very sight of dolphins mating, no doubt a sight most pure and wonderful ... a reminder as well that native sexuality is perfectly natural and should feel good. Some such natives, I admit, have taken the dolphin-human friendship to its utmost levels as are, perhaps, best left to imagination, though I will admit the relationships in such instances can be magical.
Perhaps among my favourite sights in Polynesia Uncharted that stick in my mind would have to be that of a wahine--a native girl--in her pure and unashamed nakedness, in the shallows of a lagoon, seeing her friend in dolphin form swim up to her and signal that he would like to cradle his head on her shoulder and be caressed most beautifully big time, the wahine chanting some verses of affection while the dolphin could be gently purring away as her caresses stimulate him, as if to say awwwww ... doesn’t that feel wonderful, my friend ... ooooohhhhh, caress me over there ... I just can’t help what you do to me ... let’s go on an underwater adventure in a little while and do some discovering ... which is bound to happen more often than not, especially discovering some stretch of coral reef as can’t help but look so magical, and having some amusing little adventures that would send Flipper into fits of sheer jealousy, in particular even more hugging and caressing underwater that the dolphin just seems to enjoy. And wants reinforced in his own unique way, which they gladly play along with.
No wonder Polynesia Uncharted can’t help but be fond of dolphins to the point of a most wondrous and natural friendship which could likely be found only in close quarters with Nature such as they enjoy it. I assume we’ve probably had fantasies to that effect ourselves from time to time....
In deference to the Memorial Day holiday break in the United States, Fanfic Friday will be off next week, but will return in a fortnight’s time.
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Meanwhile, somewhere in Polynesia Uncharted, where we find Peter Potamus having a midnight coconut-oil rub on his back
[The whole applied by two wahine of much attractiveness, as well as knowing how and where to apply the coconut oil to maximum effect--even if it turns out causing serious arousal in the process]
PETER POTAMUS, somewhat ecstatic at the feeling: I just CANNOT believe this is feeling oh so wonderful ... it just feels rather ticklish as well ... and I suppose you'd like me to keep you in company through the night when this is all over....
WAHINE #1: That would be rather wonderful, uh--
PETER POTAMUS: Peter Potamus is the name. And I admit to being rather fascinated with such a paradise as this, the natives actually rather laid-back and casual in their nakedness, especially when out diving.
WAHINE #2: You actually enjoy diving underwater?
PETER POTAMUS, still unable to resist the charms of coconut oil being massaged into his back: Aaaahhhh ... I'm actually an old hand at diving in waters such as these, just wearing yourself and not having a care in the world, feeling so relaxed at the sensation ... care for a dive in the morning?
WAHINE #2: We'd certainly be delighted to have you join us!
PETER POTAMUS: And who wouldn't?
Somewhere in the unknown of Polynesia Uncharted at its finest:
(Wherein we find Peter Potamus and his current romantic interest locally, both naked and unafraid essentially, in line with local habit and custom, wading into the waters of a rather interesting-looking lagoon when an especially frisky-looking dolphin swims up to the pair, as if they were about to do some diving.)
A WAHINE, in typical Polynesian fascination: Honestly, Peter, she must be rather delighted to see you again!
PETER POTAMUS: And is she ever--!!
[Whereupon the dolphin jumps close to Peter's chest such that her snout touches the underside of Peter's neck, as if in affection]
A WAHINE, bubbling with delight: Awwww, she certainly likes you indeed!
PETER POTAMUS: And no wonder ... I think she's signalling her desire to lead us into another wonderful dolphin swim in the most natural sort of fashion known--the Polynesian fashion, at that!
[Whereupon the two go into deep-breathing exercises preparatory to the dive proper, and with the dolphin leading, our party couldn't help but sense something wonderful that could only come when one is swimming naturally among dolphins in their preferred habitat, leading all to a rather spectacular section of reef some 25 feet underwater ... to be greeted by quite the pod of dolphins as can't resist such company enough to allow them to observe some rather casual sexual play and even mating among the pod. Once back to shore--]
PETER POTAMUS: Breathes there a more magical sight underwater than the sight of dolphins in a most beautiful sort of love known?
A WAHINE: It might surprise you that we natives have long enjoyed such a mystical and magical sight while we're diving as we are ... a reminder, you might say, that sex is a very magical and wonderful sort of experience, Nature at her purest you might say!
PETER POTAMUS: Awwww ... what better romantic inspiration can there be among you Polynesians?
Somewhere in the midst of Polynesia Uncharted,
we find none other than the ever-intrepid Peter Potamus, especially close friend of the undiscovered and yet enchanting parts of Polynesia yet to be subjected to "civilisation", interviewing the son of a local chieftain of some rank, perhaps at an age where curiosity seems to be ever present:
THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON: Can you imagine my diving down as I did just today to about four fathoms, and feeling oh so wonderful in my nakedness?
PETER POTAMUS, somehow amused: For a kid of your age, that must be something of an achievement!
THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON: After all, in these parts, you start learning swimming and diving practically from birth. You might say I've been diving practically every day of my life!
PETER POTAMUS: Heh heh heh ... isn't diving a rather fascinating sport, to begin with?
THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON: Especially when you're just wearing yourself for the most part ... it just can't help but feel so magical!
PETER POTAMUS: Even with a dolphin, I assume?
THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON: Yes, even with a dolphin ... and aren't they wonderful diving companions, to begin with?
PETER POTAMUS: I'd have to say as much myself ... how about a dive in the lagoon over there before the luau?
THE CHIEFTAIN'S SON: Not a bad idea ... especially with the reef being especially beautiful as it is. Perhaps we might run into a dolphin or two to dive along with!
PETER POTAMUS: You certainly have it!
(Hence, joined by the Chieftain "himself," our company goes in for a rather wonderful dive, being impressed by the reef's beauty and charm to such extent that "those feelings" become evident--and yet, in natural Polynesian fashion, they aren't embarrassed in the least.)
