Irgendwann begann James, Bücher anzulegen, in die er die Bilder einklebte und die Besucher fortan ihre Notizen und Grüße notieren ließ. -
A man, a bike: James Waterstone is known in Port Mathurin like a coloured dog. Every day he is on his way to the harbor on the lookout for incoming yachts. For over 30 years.
At some point, James began to create books in which he glued photos he got and now he lets visitors record their own notes and greetings .
Um 1800 herum kam sein aus Irland stammender Ururgroßvater John Waterstone nach Mauritius. William, dessen Sohn (und James' Urgroßvater), zog es dann ein paar Jahre später auf die 650 Kilometer entfernte Insel Rodrigues. Dort war er verantwortlich für ein Boot der Marine. Boote, insbesondere Segelyachten, haben es auch dem schließlich 1938 dem auf Rodrigues geborenen James Waterstone angetan. Der groß gewachsene, schlanke und freundliche ältere Herr lädt uns zu sich nach Hause ein. Er reicht Kekse und Saft. An der Wand hängt eine Schwarzwald-Kuckucksuhr, made in Taiwan, gekauft auf einem mauritischen Markt. Plastikblumen schmücken das kleine, saubere Wohnzimmer. Vorhänge mit chinesischen Schriftzeichen dienen als Türen zu Schlafzimmer und Küche. Alle halbe Stunde schnarrt aus einer Elektrouhr eine Stimme auf Französisch die Zeit.Jeweils kurz danach meldet sich der mauritische Kuckuck.
Doch James ließ es nicht bei seiner exklusiven Sammlung bewenden. Stets war und ist er hilfsbereit, vermittelt Kontakte für Reparaturen oder fürs Wäschewaschen und gibt Informationen zum Einkauf. Auch für durstige Segler hat er einen Tipp parat: Bei Minko gleich hinter dem Hafen, in der „5th Avenue von Rodrigues“ gibt es gut gekühltes, lokales Phoenix-Bier in 0,65-Liter-Flaschen. Heute ist „Pay Day“, da sind alle Tische von den Männern besetzt – zum Unwillen ihrer rodriguischen Frauen. Minko ist so etwas wie das „Café Sport“ von Rodrigues. Vielleicht nicht ganz so schick. Aber auch hier trinken Segler – neben Hafenarbeitern und Einheimischen – ihr erstes Bier nach langer Abstinenz auf See. Ein Muss für einlaufende Segler – genau wie ein Besuch bei James Waterstone in der Oyster Bay.
Staying in James Waterstone's House, he proudly presents his volumes of visitor books with yacht photos of recent years. Many friendships have grown –formed from these contacts, says James. Many lasting until today.
AN ELDERLY MAN KEEPS DRIVING WITH HIS RICKETY BIKE ON THE BRIDGE AT PORT OF PORT MATHURIN. HIS NAME: JAMES WATERSTONE.
For James, this Monday is a special day, as for most Rodriguans: At the intersection of Johnston Street / Rue de la Solidarité, the so-called New Market opens its gates to dealers, customers and the curious for the first time today. The realisation of the project took several years, fences blocking the view. Today, finally, the barriers fall. The old market, which is located a bit farther, just past the container storage area of the harbor, had closed its doors on Saturday before. James, with a green cap, neatly ironed red plaid shirt and gray pants is parking his bike and waits. Then it is start and go: The commissioners of the island cut the tape with large silver scissors, which symbolically has been separating the audience from the New Market. A band is playing on. Sega dancers are swinging their hips. Anyone who could make it is there. James visits the modern concrete building, which is also meant to resist strong cyclones. The last one is still well in his memory: In 2003, it passed strolling with only eight km per hour in 30 kilometers distance southeast of the small Mascarene island. Months later, there was no fresh fruit. Most trees were knocked down. Many shacks of the poorest of the inhabitants were knocked down all the same. Birgit Rudolph, who has been living on the island since 1997, even saw a little dog flying by at her window. James was spared by the storm. His simple, small stone house with a fixed roof and a solid door is located just a bit west of the Baie aux-Huitres, Oyster Bay, near the Pre-Primary school "Cardinal".
Around 1800 his great-great grandfather, John Waterstone , originally from Ireland, came to Mauritius. A few years later, William, his son (and James' great-grandfather), then felt drawn to move to the island of Rodrigues, 650 km away. There he was responsible for a boat of the Navy. Boats, sailing yachts in particular, have intrigued James Waterstone too who was eventually born in 1938. The tall, slim and friendly elderly gentleman invites us to his home. He offers cookies and juice. On the wall hangs a black forest cuckoo clock, made in Taiwan, purchased on a Mauritian market. Plastic flowers adorn the small, neat living room. Curtains with Chinese characters serve as doors to bedroom and kitchen. Every half an hour an electric clock announces the time with a creaking French voice. Each time, shortly thereafter, the Mauritius cuckoo calls. Since the ‘80s, James, who worked his way up from a prison warden to a court servant, goes to the harbor. Every day. With his black, perfectly maintained bike that looks a bit nostalgic. In 1966, he bought it for not even 250 rupees, the equivalent of just over six Euros. James' passion: documenting all incoming yachts in Port Mathurin.
During one year’s season an average of 20 yachts arrive, says James. That makes in 21 years 420 boats, all of which are documented in his books. Most likely there are a lot more, because in recent seasons Rodrigues was visited by up to 50 yachts. The sailors would take more time now, "because of the pirates." He does it for purely personal reasons and just for fun, says James, and he smiles. Many friendships were formed . Germans are also documented among the owners. Such as the visit of the FREYDIS which has been meticulously recorded too. "Home Port: Cuxhaven, Germany. Arrival: 19 July, departure: 1 August 2001. Visiting Rodrigues has been a great pleasure and a positive experience." The ones who have written this ten years ago next to a bonded black and white photo in James Waterstone’s book are no lesser than the circumnavigators Erich and Heide Wilts.
But for James it is not only about his exclusive collection. He has always been helpful, providing contacts for repairs or for washing clothes or giving information on shopping trips. Even for thirsty sailors he has a handy tip: Minko, just behind the harbor, in the "5th Avenue of Rodrigues' , is the place for well-chilled, local Phoenix beer in 0.65-liter bottles.
Today is "Pay Day", and all tables are occupied by men, much to the unwillingness of their Rodriguan wives. Minko is something like the "Café Sport" of Rodrigues. Maybe not as fancy. But here, too, sailors - in addition to harbour workers and locals – will drink their first beer after a long abstinence at sea. A must for incoming circumnavigators - just like a visit to James Waterstone in Oyster Bay.







