Good morning, afternoon, or night- depending on when this finds you. I had written another blog to post a couple of days ago, but seeing as I could make a couple of pages simply from the last few days, I decided to rewrite what I had planned.
For arguements sake, lets start at the beginning so I don’t get confused. Since my last post, I have been to two concerts. The first was the expo rock one I spoke of last time. Although fun, we stood in line for an hour and a half…and the line was moving the whole time! That’s how long it was. Round a few corners, down some streets and past a few neighboring suburbs. That concert was good, though Peru is not well known for its Rock band production, meaning that every person in the crowd simply stood still throughout the concert’s entirety.
The other concert was much better. It was for a group called “Grupo 5” from Peru (Cinco), and a Latin American superstar from Venezuela called Oscar D’Leon. Like I said, this concert was much more enjoyable, and Grupo 5 were great, though when the concert is advertised to start at 7am on all the posters, and the main band not coming on until after 2:30am, it makes it hard to keep dancing right through for the 8 hours.
A couple of days ago we, (being the volunteers) organized an Olympics to mirror that which the children saw was going on at Beijing. The first event was meant to be a game that I have played with some kids back in NZ. The idea? Tie inflated balloons with string your ankle and try and run around and step on others balloons whilst protecting your own. Easy enough. The only problem was the 60 incredibly impatient children who wanted everything done for them, all at once. When one child was ready to go, they either decided they didn’t want the balloon around their ankle any more, or found some way to pop it, before we had the next child was even ready. Eventually, and I mean eventually, we had enough kids set and just let them go. We had planned to split them into teams with colours for their country, have them draw their own flags, and pretty much just get into the overall theme. But no. That was too difficult. We had planned other events as well, though totally had to just go with the flow, and leave things that weren’t working, and try new things to fill in the time. We finished by giving them all lollypops, which they liked.
A story that to this second I am still debating mentioning is of two nights ago. The only reason I will write of it is because though I don’t want everyone knowing, I know there are some of you back home who are concerned with my safety, and the dangers of Peru. I was out walking with a girl to pass some time before dinner, when we decided to take a seat under some trees on the edge of town, a couple of minutes near where we live. At about 6:30pm, three men with rocks and sticks attacked us. Sparing the details, I took a couple of blows to the head trying to protect her, and my head split open quite badly. We got away, Brittany unscathed, though I had to spend a large portion of the night in the hospital. I have stitches, and strong medication for the pain. As I write, the images race through my mind and I feel a little nauseous, so I will not write anymore. I apologise if this makes you worry. I’m just thankful that Brittany is ok, and that my injuries are not worse.
I have decided to leave Huancayo on the 7th of September. The day before I will compete in a regional football tournament, with other workers at Aldea, as well as marching in the parade before hand. Needless to say, I will probably be the only white boy- will definitely be getting some photos for my Facebook page. After then I will travel back to Lima, and head north, as I mentioned in my last blog, for a week or so. I'm looking forward to that, though everyday I am here somebody reminds me how hard it will be for me to leave eventually, because I have been here for the longest. I chose not to see that far ahead.
Dr Phil is still alive and kicking. Still in the realms of malpractice, and last visit I made to a group of people I was asked to check a cyst to see if it was cancerous. Wow. I said I was still in training and couldn’t be sure- which is not so much of a lie.
The volleyball court is coming along nicely too. The court is flat, and we put the poles in the holes I had dug yesterday, all concreted up. Should be finished in a couple of days in time for the volleyball tournament next Sunday, the same time as our football tournament.
Well, well. That’s about all I have to say about that. God bless, and take care.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Dr Phil and Andres
So with a title like that, I should probably start with its explanation. Although my Spanish is coming along nicely, I still tell anyone that asks, that I study Physiotherapy, simply because its easier than translating “Bachelor of Sport and Exercise Science”. Call it lying if you want, I’m just excusing it as laziness more than anything else. So, there is a painter at the orphanage who I get along with very well. He is obsessed with learning English because “The English language is the most important in the world”… as he tells me all too often in his fractured manner. He is 61, just a whole lot of fun, and we are lucky enough to share one of the relationships where you become instantly and honestly joyed by seeing the other person each day. The only problem, is that I don’t think he understands the difference between physiotherapy, and medicine.
Each day I give Andres the painter a massage when he asks. I have no training, no degree, and really no know-how apart from what I have picked up from the massages I have received over the years. A couple of days ago he asked me back to his house to give a massage the following morning. Naively, I accepted. When I arrived at 8am, down a couple of back streets to the address he had given me, I was greeted by Andres, who had prepared a piece of paper with various words in English, such as patient, surgery, intestines, pain, and doctor. He showed me to the ‘patient’ who had received the ‘surgery’ on his ‘intestines’ and was in a lot of ‘pain’. I’ll let you guess who was the ‘doctor’ that morning. After a quick survey of the man, I noticed he protected one side of his abdomen, so being me, I asked to see what it was. I wish I didn’t. I cant remember what he called it but for whatever reason his intestines were hanging out of his skin, in a small plastic bag. Because of this, he had very little, if any, control over his bowel movements. When I asked Andres what he wanted me to do, he said “Help him, he has pain”. I explained that I am not a doctor, again, and that I could not even remotely do anything near where the surgery had been performed. So, I massaged this guys legs, and gave him some basic leg stretches, and exercises to perform, because his leg muscles were wasting away.
After being completely overwhelmed from this ordeal, I explained I had finished. This to Andres was the signal to show me to his other neighbor who had some kind of pain. So, I massaged again. After which, I was shown to another friend of his who needed help. So I helped. Five people in total, each seen for almost half an hour. Each person offering some kind of payment, in either a breakfast, or actual money. When I explained each time I didn’t want (or deserve) anything in return, they wouldn’t take no as an answer. 10 o’clock had past, and so had 3 breakfasts, and there were no more ‘patients’ left in the waiting room, so I left for the orphanage for my 8-hour day. Oh, but before I left Andres had explained to 2 women on the street on our way out that I could massage them should they so desire it…which of course they did. Now, I have almost a full schedule next week of Peruvians thinking I am some kind of miracle worker and that massages solve any kind of bodily problem. Sure, its wrong, and in Australia or New Zealand I would have been sued for fraud or malpractice or something else by now, but these are just a people who have had no formal education, and think that I can help, so I am trying.
So that’s my explanation, and thats enough about that. Last night I was allowed to organize a camping trip for whichever volunteers were interested. 5 took me up on the offer, so we borrowed a tent, and hiked up one of the surrounding mountains. We decided to camp out on quite possibly the windiest night in Huancayo’s history by the way. We hiked to the top of the mountain, decided it would be impossible to either light a fire or pitch the tent, so we descended a couple of hundred metres to a more wind sheltered area. We made a small fire, not because of any fire bans, but because we could only find small twigs, and green branches, so we burnt it all, or at least tried, to heat up our dinner, and roast some marshmallows. Was a great way to spend time with the some good friends in a cheap way. So good in fact, that I might even do it again before I leave.
Life at Aldea is great too. I had worked on the volleyball court for three days before some people made complaints out of concern for me. Apparently I shouldn’t be working alone, the ground should be wet for me to make it easier to move, and we should use the tractor first to plough the ground. The following morning I arrived at work, to a ploughed ground, completely flooded, with the promise that all 14 workers will be accompanying me until it is completed. So what started, as a small project to complete at my own pace, has now become top priority, which I find quite funny. All in all, life is super right now. I’m off tonight to a concert of all Peru’s top Rock bands. None of which anyone would have heard of back home, but it will be fun nonetheless.
That’s it from this end. Hope you enjoyed the report, I sure enjoyed writing about the last couple of days.
Phil out.
Each day I give Andres the painter a massage when he asks. I have no training, no degree, and really no know-how apart from what I have picked up from the massages I have received over the years. A couple of days ago he asked me back to his house to give a massage the following morning. Naively, I accepted. When I arrived at 8am, down a couple of back streets to the address he had given me, I was greeted by Andres, who had prepared a piece of paper with various words in English, such as patient, surgery, intestines, pain, and doctor. He showed me to the ‘patient’ who had received the ‘surgery’ on his ‘intestines’ and was in a lot of ‘pain’. I’ll let you guess who was the ‘doctor’ that morning. After a quick survey of the man, I noticed he protected one side of his abdomen, so being me, I asked to see what it was. I wish I didn’t. I cant remember what he called it but for whatever reason his intestines were hanging out of his skin, in a small plastic bag. Because of this, he had very little, if any, control over his bowel movements. When I asked Andres what he wanted me to do, he said “Help him, he has pain”. I explained that I am not a doctor, again, and that I could not even remotely do anything near where the surgery had been performed. So, I massaged this guys legs, and gave him some basic leg stretches, and exercises to perform, because his leg muscles were wasting away.
After being completely overwhelmed from this ordeal, I explained I had finished. This to Andres was the signal to show me to his other neighbor who had some kind of pain. So, I massaged again. After which, I was shown to another friend of his who needed help. So I helped. Five people in total, each seen for almost half an hour. Each person offering some kind of payment, in either a breakfast, or actual money. When I explained each time I didn’t want (or deserve) anything in return, they wouldn’t take no as an answer. 10 o’clock had past, and so had 3 breakfasts, and there were no more ‘patients’ left in the waiting room, so I left for the orphanage for my 8-hour day. Oh, but before I left Andres had explained to 2 women on the street on our way out that I could massage them should they so desire it…which of course they did. Now, I have almost a full schedule next week of Peruvians thinking I am some kind of miracle worker and that massages solve any kind of bodily problem. Sure, its wrong, and in Australia or New Zealand I would have been sued for fraud or malpractice or something else by now, but these are just a people who have had no formal education, and think that I can help, so I am trying.
So that’s my explanation, and thats enough about that. Last night I was allowed to organize a camping trip for whichever volunteers were interested. 5 took me up on the offer, so we borrowed a tent, and hiked up one of the surrounding mountains. We decided to camp out on quite possibly the windiest night in Huancayo’s history by the way. We hiked to the top of the mountain, decided it would be impossible to either light a fire or pitch the tent, so we descended a couple of hundred metres to a more wind sheltered area. We made a small fire, not because of any fire bans, but because we could only find small twigs, and green branches, so we burnt it all, or at least tried, to heat up our dinner, and roast some marshmallows. Was a great way to spend time with the some good friends in a cheap way. So good in fact, that I might even do it again before I leave.
Life at Aldea is great too. I had worked on the volleyball court for three days before some people made complaints out of concern for me. Apparently I shouldn’t be working alone, the ground should be wet for me to make it easier to move, and we should use the tractor first to plough the ground. The following morning I arrived at work, to a ploughed ground, completely flooded, with the promise that all 14 workers will be accompanying me until it is completed. So what started, as a small project to complete at my own pace, has now become top priority, which I find quite funny. All in all, life is super right now. I’m off tonight to a concert of all Peru’s top Rock bands. None of which anyone would have heard of back home, but it will be fun nonetheless.
That’s it from this end. Hope you enjoyed the report, I sure enjoyed writing about the last couple of days.
Phil out.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
A light hearted post
To the diligent and interested alike, I apologise for leaving it a little longer since my last entry. Nothing has happened, and I am still fighting fit, I have just been a little busy. Who would have guessed, I can actually busy myself in a country that has the work speed of a snail…but believe me, it has been hard to find enough things to do.
I have signed up for more Spanish lessons. My original classes ran out a few weeks back, and since then I had been trying to catch up on everything I had been ‘taught’ and teach myself new things as well. Its actually a lot harder than I expected, so for those people who have ever completed an extramural paper at university, I commend you. So, like I said, I signed up for more Spanish classes, for a few more weeks. I only booked in until the 21st of September, because I have decided to shorten my stay here in Huancayo. Soon after then I will travel north, up the coast and have a bit of a holiday. There is some good surf spots (which I don’t know what I am going to do with!!), places to hire dirt bikes for a day and ride anywhere desired, and many many museums, some of which I might visit. The brag of the south in Machu Picchu doesn’t interest me for whatever reason. There are some mean things to do on the way down, though I figure it criminal if I start traveling towards the lost city itself, and don’t see it, so its just safer to go in completely the other direction.
Last weekened all the volunteers went to Paka Lake. Its pretty much just like any other lake anyone has seen before, so I’m not too sure why we spent an hour and a half in the bus to get there. Still, a friend and I made a day of it, and we created a list of things that we don’t see all to often here. Words in English, a bald Peruvian, a live Llama, a man carrying a baby, someone wearing flip flops, those kind of things. Each ‘object’ had a certain amount of points attached to it, and there was a bonus section that involved a single dare to the other person for triple points. I dared her to jump in the lake, which she didn’t. She dared me to eat the head of the fish she ordered for lunch, which I did. Eyes, bones and teeth- kind of gross, but hey, when in Rome…or ahh, Peru. I ended up winning pretty comfortably after that, and the prize was a DVD, which cut off five minutes from the end, so I still don’t know what happened to Batman. Possibly one of the most frustrating things in the world, especially as we started watching it at 1am one morning.
That Saturday night we (being the volunteers) went out for a dance. Phil, still being the only white guy in all of Huancayo was on temporary boyfriend should the girls need an escape from someone. I don’t know if I did what I was meant to, was too busy dancing with Peruvians, and breaking the circles that kept forming. It was honestly one of the greatest Saturday nights I have ever had, all without a drop of beer (for those who are still convinced that only alcohol creates fun). We left in good time, and I chatted with my taxi driver in spanish the whole way home which was great.
Although this may only tickle my humour (I don’t even know what that means!) I am the ‘sucio’ one at the Aldea, the orphanage. Because I don’t wear my best clothes there, and pretty much never wash, the mothers have made an effort to show me how to wash my clothes. Washing by hand is hard, and my clothes never come out washed, though I don’t rarely care. I guess because the kids don’t have a lot, what they do have is well cared for. Therefore when I rub my grubby hands on my shirt to clean them, everyone gasps. When I turn up in my jeans that have holes across both knees, the mothers squirm. I guess its probably a bad thing, though right now there is humour in it…and having washing lessons with the kids is just another way to bond with them. Speaking of bonding, I have been doing that a lot recently. I used to spend from 9-1pm each day at Aldea. That grew to 10-4. Which grew to 10-6, five days a week. Now, im there in most moments I don’t have a Spanish class. Spent the whole weekend with the kids, and on Saturday, took a bunch of them out on an excursion. One of the most priceless things I have ever seen was seeing their faces glued to the windows as we simply drove through town. That’s when it hit me that I can leave whenever I want, though these kids cant. When I leave each day, they stay behind. When I arrive each day, they are already there. It has been school holidays the last 2 weeks, and so I have made an effort to spend as much time with them as possible, because they get home from school at 2pm each day, and I wont get to see them as much from now on.
Today I start the volleyball court that I will be building. I met an old couple from Wanganui, just near Palmy who asked me to do it, and have given me 500 Soles for its completion. I have spent some time over the last few days surveying the area, and planning it out in my mind. Although with a digger, it might take an hour to complete and level the ground, I estimate completion within a week. Hopefully I can work on it in the morning, and then spend time with the kids when they arrive home from school.
With joy in my heart, I can honestly talk of the difference I am making. Its been hard work, and though I may have always been making some kind of change, now it is tangible. Now it is noticeable. Now, I have received my payment in full.
I have signed up for more Spanish lessons. My original classes ran out a few weeks back, and since then I had been trying to catch up on everything I had been ‘taught’ and teach myself new things as well. Its actually a lot harder than I expected, so for those people who have ever completed an extramural paper at university, I commend you. So, like I said, I signed up for more Spanish classes, for a few more weeks. I only booked in until the 21st of September, because I have decided to shorten my stay here in Huancayo. Soon after then I will travel north, up the coast and have a bit of a holiday. There is some good surf spots (which I don’t know what I am going to do with!!), places to hire dirt bikes for a day and ride anywhere desired, and many many museums, some of which I might visit. The brag of the south in Machu Picchu doesn’t interest me for whatever reason. There are some mean things to do on the way down, though I figure it criminal if I start traveling towards the lost city itself, and don’t see it, so its just safer to go in completely the other direction.
Last weekened all the volunteers went to Paka Lake. Its pretty much just like any other lake anyone has seen before, so I’m not too sure why we spent an hour and a half in the bus to get there. Still, a friend and I made a day of it, and we created a list of things that we don’t see all to often here. Words in English, a bald Peruvian, a live Llama, a man carrying a baby, someone wearing flip flops, those kind of things. Each ‘object’ had a certain amount of points attached to it, and there was a bonus section that involved a single dare to the other person for triple points. I dared her to jump in the lake, which she didn’t. She dared me to eat the head of the fish she ordered for lunch, which I did. Eyes, bones and teeth- kind of gross, but hey, when in Rome…or ahh, Peru. I ended up winning pretty comfortably after that, and the prize was a DVD, which cut off five minutes from the end, so I still don’t know what happened to Batman. Possibly one of the most frustrating things in the world, especially as we started watching it at 1am one morning.
That Saturday night we (being the volunteers) went out for a dance. Phil, still being the only white guy in all of Huancayo was on temporary boyfriend should the girls need an escape from someone. I don’t know if I did what I was meant to, was too busy dancing with Peruvians, and breaking the circles that kept forming. It was honestly one of the greatest Saturday nights I have ever had, all without a drop of beer (for those who are still convinced that only alcohol creates fun). We left in good time, and I chatted with my taxi driver in spanish the whole way home which was great.
Although this may only tickle my humour (I don’t even know what that means!) I am the ‘sucio’ one at the Aldea, the orphanage. Because I don’t wear my best clothes there, and pretty much never wash, the mothers have made an effort to show me how to wash my clothes. Washing by hand is hard, and my clothes never come out washed, though I don’t rarely care. I guess because the kids don’t have a lot, what they do have is well cared for. Therefore when I rub my grubby hands on my shirt to clean them, everyone gasps. When I turn up in my jeans that have holes across both knees, the mothers squirm. I guess its probably a bad thing, though right now there is humour in it…and having washing lessons with the kids is just another way to bond with them. Speaking of bonding, I have been doing that a lot recently. I used to spend from 9-1pm each day at Aldea. That grew to 10-4. Which grew to 10-6, five days a week. Now, im there in most moments I don’t have a Spanish class. Spent the whole weekend with the kids, and on Saturday, took a bunch of them out on an excursion. One of the most priceless things I have ever seen was seeing their faces glued to the windows as we simply drove through town. That’s when it hit me that I can leave whenever I want, though these kids cant. When I leave each day, they stay behind. When I arrive each day, they are already there. It has been school holidays the last 2 weeks, and so I have made an effort to spend as much time with them as possible, because they get home from school at 2pm each day, and I wont get to see them as much from now on.
Today I start the volleyball court that I will be building. I met an old couple from Wanganui, just near Palmy who asked me to do it, and have given me 500 Soles for its completion. I have spent some time over the last few days surveying the area, and planning it out in my mind. Although with a digger, it might take an hour to complete and level the ground, I estimate completion within a week. Hopefully I can work on it in the morning, and then spend time with the kids when they arrive home from school.
With joy in my heart, I can honestly talk of the difference I am making. Its been hard work, and though I may have always been making some kind of change, now it is tangible. Now it is noticeable. Now, I have received my payment in full.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Can you call Dog a food?
This last week has seen many things unfold. Today involved my first real step into the helper role that I will play for my coordinator over the coming weeks. It involved waking before 6am, and picking up three new volunteers from the bus station, showing them to their house, and placements for their stay. The only problem? Each of them wanted to start at different times due to jet lag, so I spent most of today running back and forth around the city and trying to get some stuff done at my placement too. Two words, job done.
I have only worked a few days this week due to sharing in the Independence Day celebrations…which last for three days. The national day itself was on Monday, though most things close down for as long as possible it seems. For the week of Independence Day each year, each house must fly the flag within visibility of the road. Failing to do so subjects you to a fine, I guess in an attempt to enforce patriotism…if you can call it that. For the 28th we made our way to a town nearby that had a parade on, in which the men dress up with a black mask on, with a hat, almost to look like the persona from “V for Vendetta” if that helps with imagery at all. The best part was that after the marching was over, the men line the streets and face off in a one on one battle that involves whipping as much as possible and holding a cloth as protection for 10 seconds. If you remain standing, you avoid the shame out of having to wait another year to step into man-hood.
The following day we went to another town called Mira Flores and had a picnic. We found a football field and started a fun game with the girls, and some local boys. Within 10 minutes, myself and our tour guide were challenged to play for money from some locals. Girls? Not allowed to play, and boys, told to go home. We declined the specifics of their offer, though played with them for fun. Would love to say the girls and I dominated, though that would be a lie. It was a good tussle, though they didn’t get the concept of playing for fun, and taking it easy on the girls who have never played before, and the boys who would be less than half their ages.
This follows my three days of sickness. I decided that ‘not drinking the tap water’ was just a myth started by the bottled water companies as a scare tactic to sell their product. Lets just say its not. I got chronically sick, and had to miss a couple of days from the orphanage, and life in general really. What was hilarious though was that I decided to have a half day on my forth day because I was sick of staring at my ceiling for hours on end, though that half day saw the orphanage run out of water, and call in a tanker to fill buckets. Such joy is being the only young male there, surrounded by 73 children that want nothing more than my help lugging buckets to their houses. Remember, still sick. After 2 hours I couldn’t take anymore, and thankfully the tanker was empty, so I left. The following half day I asked one of the mothers if I could help her with anything. She promptly sat me down, and placed an enormous meal on the table in front of me. That’s how I help?? Haha, remember, still sick. Last thing I wanted to see was a plate full of dog. I know, those things that we have back home as pets…yup, just ate one without knowing until after. Lets just say dogs were only ever meant to be pets. When I sought out another mother to again offer assistance after slaving through the meal, you guessed it, more ‘food’. Eventually, and I mean eventually, I beat the beast. I stood, swayed a little, and made my way out of the house only to be hailed from behind. I had forgotten to drink a concoction of things to make me feel better, which tasted as bad as I was feeling. She stood 2 yards from me and made sure I finished every drop. Thankfully, I’m back to full fitness, and feel again on top of the world.
Come Saturday I had scheduled to do some swim teaching. For anyone that has taught swimming before, you know how hard it can be to get people up to confidence. Now lets make some alterations to normal scenarios. Add language barriers, and a people who have never stood in water deeper than the buckets they wash in. Subtract warm water, and teaching utensils. Lets just say I discovered success in simply getting them to take their feet off the ground away from the wall.
I get the feeling I am missing a hundred stories with each entry, though I am intentionally leaving a few out for telling in person, and some hopefully never see the light of day. Even if I don’t get around to writing individually, just know now how much I appreciate hearing anything from home. I don’t even care how unimportant you may think it is… it means the world to know how things are with those I care most about. Thanks for the read! Ttfn, ta ta for now.
I have only worked a few days this week due to sharing in the Independence Day celebrations…which last for three days. The national day itself was on Monday, though most things close down for as long as possible it seems. For the week of Independence Day each year, each house must fly the flag within visibility of the road. Failing to do so subjects you to a fine, I guess in an attempt to enforce patriotism…if you can call it that. For the 28th we made our way to a town nearby that had a parade on, in which the men dress up with a black mask on, with a hat, almost to look like the persona from “V for Vendetta” if that helps with imagery at all. The best part was that after the marching was over, the men line the streets and face off in a one on one battle that involves whipping as much as possible and holding a cloth as protection for 10 seconds. If you remain standing, you avoid the shame out of having to wait another year to step into man-hood.
The following day we went to another town called Mira Flores and had a picnic. We found a football field and started a fun game with the girls, and some local boys. Within 10 minutes, myself and our tour guide were challenged to play for money from some locals. Girls? Not allowed to play, and boys, told to go home. We declined the specifics of their offer, though played with them for fun. Would love to say the girls and I dominated, though that would be a lie. It was a good tussle, though they didn’t get the concept of playing for fun, and taking it easy on the girls who have never played before, and the boys who would be less than half their ages.
This follows my three days of sickness. I decided that ‘not drinking the tap water’ was just a myth started by the bottled water companies as a scare tactic to sell their product. Lets just say its not. I got chronically sick, and had to miss a couple of days from the orphanage, and life in general really. What was hilarious though was that I decided to have a half day on my forth day because I was sick of staring at my ceiling for hours on end, though that half day saw the orphanage run out of water, and call in a tanker to fill buckets. Such joy is being the only young male there, surrounded by 73 children that want nothing more than my help lugging buckets to their houses. Remember, still sick. After 2 hours I couldn’t take anymore, and thankfully the tanker was empty, so I left. The following half day I asked one of the mothers if I could help her with anything. She promptly sat me down, and placed an enormous meal on the table in front of me. That’s how I help?? Haha, remember, still sick. Last thing I wanted to see was a plate full of dog. I know, those things that we have back home as pets…yup, just ate one without knowing until after. Lets just say dogs were only ever meant to be pets. When I sought out another mother to again offer assistance after slaving through the meal, you guessed it, more ‘food’. Eventually, and I mean eventually, I beat the beast. I stood, swayed a little, and made my way out of the house only to be hailed from behind. I had forgotten to drink a concoction of things to make me feel better, which tasted as bad as I was feeling. She stood 2 yards from me and made sure I finished every drop. Thankfully, I’m back to full fitness, and feel again on top of the world.
Come Saturday I had scheduled to do some swim teaching. For anyone that has taught swimming before, you know how hard it can be to get people up to confidence. Now lets make some alterations to normal scenarios. Add language barriers, and a people who have never stood in water deeper than the buckets they wash in. Subtract warm water, and teaching utensils. Lets just say I discovered success in simply getting them to take their feet off the ground away from the wall.
I get the feeling I am missing a hundred stories with each entry, though I am intentionally leaving a few out for telling in person, and some hopefully never see the light of day. Even if I don’t get around to writing individually, just know now how much I appreciate hearing anything from home. I don’t even care how unimportant you may think it is… it means the world to know how things are with those I care most about. Thanks for the read! Ttfn, ta ta for now.
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