miércoles, octubre 18, 2006
Work...
So today, I learned that I was expected to edit six hours of footage down to an 8-minute video... and it's all in Spanish! Woo! (For those who are interested, it's a meeting they had at Paz for/about indigenous peoples...)
Returning from Huancayo
Why is it when you are trying to find a beer in a city it can not be found?
I don’t get it. I’m in a country that calls the Quarter Ponders “Royals” and apparently know less about Mexicans then we do because their “Mexicana” burger is a burger with nacho cheese Doritos on it.
You can buy beer from a Bembo’s, which is the Peruvian equivalent of McDonalds, though they are here too.
You can buy beer at KFC, and Pizza Hut, and if you really want to go big you can get wine there too. They have liquor mixed in with their ice cream, you can also get a shot on the side or many, if you so desire. Grandpa has his morning oatmeal with a glass of pineapple juice and rum.,,
But there are three of us mindlessly wondering the streets of Huancayo in search of a nice frothy beer, and non to be found. Why is that?
Well it might have been just as well because I was stepping on another seven hour bus ride to Huanta. Yes the same unpaved road. Oh the joy of this bus trip.
What a delightful bus ride it was too. I took the 8:30pm bus to Huanta because I wanted to get there as late in the morning as possible. But about three hours into the rid my bus pass the 8:00pm bus.
There I was in the middle of a bus race, on the edge of a cliff with the other bus honking it’s horn and flashing it’s lights for the next four hours.
I was sitting there trying to drown out the sound of the high revving motor of the bus I was in listening to Neil Young’s Harvest album as I looked out the window and saw a valley and river about a thousand feet below and had those thoughts once again.
“I’m going to plummet to my death tonight on some remote cliff in Peru”
I pulled into Huanta at 4:30 in the morning as I was listening to Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusher Man.” It was one of those stops were the bus stops for two minutes and if you are not off in that time you are riding another hour to the next town.
The bus was already in motion as I stepped off of it.
Walking through Huanta at four thirty in the morning is very interesting. As I walk through the town with a duffle bag full of a weeks worth of smelly clothes, that I was so looking forward of wash them by had that afternoon. And my backpack, containing my lap top.
Good morning six foot gravel pile blocking the road. Good morning prison. Good morning prison guard in the tower above me with his gun following my every move. Good morning, two guys in a pick up and the four others in the back that is now coming to a stop in front of me.
I throw on that sense that I so well developed during my stay in Lima. It’s kind of like the Spider Sense of Spiderman but instead of receiving bad vibes, it sends them. I began sending out vibes like, but not limited too; I’m going to gouge your eyes out, and break all your limbs in one swift move. Or the look of; don’t fuck with me look, that I think I might have perfected during my stay here in Peru. Because those guys decided that they would be better off driving away then messing with this very agitated Green-go.
Once I got to my room I hit my bed with a thud.
I don’t get it. I’m in a country that calls the Quarter Ponders “Royals” and apparently know less about Mexicans then we do because their “Mexicana” burger is a burger with nacho cheese Doritos on it.
You can buy beer from a Bembo’s, which is the Peruvian equivalent of McDonalds, though they are here too.
You can buy beer at KFC, and Pizza Hut, and if you really want to go big you can get wine there too. They have liquor mixed in with their ice cream, you can also get a shot on the side or many, if you so desire. Grandpa has his morning oatmeal with a glass of pineapple juice and rum.,,
But there are three of us mindlessly wondering the streets of Huancayo in search of a nice frothy beer, and non to be found. Why is that?
Well it might have been just as well because I was stepping on another seven hour bus ride to Huanta. Yes the same unpaved road. Oh the joy of this bus trip.
What a delightful bus ride it was too. I took the 8:30pm bus to Huanta because I wanted to get there as late in the morning as possible. But about three hours into the rid my bus pass the 8:00pm bus.
There I was in the middle of a bus race, on the edge of a cliff with the other bus honking it’s horn and flashing it’s lights for the next four hours.
I was sitting there trying to drown out the sound of the high revving motor of the bus I was in listening to Neil Young’s Harvest album as I looked out the window and saw a valley and river about a thousand feet below and had those thoughts once again.
“I’m going to plummet to my death tonight on some remote cliff in Peru”
I pulled into Huanta at 4:30 in the morning as I was listening to Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusher Man.” It was one of those stops were the bus stops for two minutes and if you are not off in that time you are riding another hour to the next town.
The bus was already in motion as I stepped off of it.
Walking through Huanta at four thirty in the morning is very interesting. As I walk through the town with a duffle bag full of a weeks worth of smelly clothes, that I was so looking forward of wash them by had that afternoon. And my backpack, containing my lap top.
Good morning six foot gravel pile blocking the road. Good morning prison. Good morning prison guard in the tower above me with his gun following my every move. Good morning, two guys in a pick up and the four others in the back that is now coming to a stop in front of me.
I throw on that sense that I so well developed during my stay in Lima. It’s kind of like the Spider Sense of Spiderman but instead of receiving bad vibes, it sends them. I began sending out vibes like, but not limited too; I’m going to gouge your eyes out, and break all your limbs in one swift move. Or the look of; don’t fuck with me look, that I think I might have perfected during my stay here in Peru. Because those guys decided that they would be better off driving away then messing with this very agitated Green-go.
Once I got to my room I hit my bed with a thud.
lunes, octubre 16, 2006
Warning...
So apparently if anything goes wrong while Hunter and Ruth are in Brasil, I am your contact. So, I'm asking you all for a favor: please do not get anything stolen, bitten by a dog or llama or fierce jungle bat, catch TB or thing of that sort, fall off of anything high or rapidly moving, or hit by a car. But, if you do, please let me know as soon as possible. I miss you guys already and am looking forward to Thanksgiving!
sábado, octubre 14, 2006
Just So You Know...
I learned a few days ago that, in Peru, teachers "take" exams and students "give" them--the reverse of what we say. This is what my host sister tells me. It hurt my head.
viernes, octubre 13, 2006
¡Bienvenidos!
Welcome to the official blog of the 2006-2007 Peru Young Adult Volunteers! Surely, many adventures will unfold among the archives of this blog, and we're happy to have you along for the ride.
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