There are things I Like here. I Like gameboy. I like our new kitten and machetes. I really do not like school and most of the kids.
Busrides in Honduras
Riding the buses here has been a real experience. The first time I rode to Teguc with some other experienced volunteers, and it was fine. However, the ride home was completely stressful. It was just the boys and I, and when we finally figured out what bus to take, it was packed with standing room only. The buses leaving Teguc are all completely jam packed and you have to stand for 45 minutes. Sometimes they pack people in all the way to the door with everyone completely squished together. All of them are converted US school buses. I keep expecting to see “Exeter Public Schools” on the side.Well, this bus was particularly interesting. Inside, it had fringe curtains all the way around which covered most of the windows, and because I was standing I couldn’t see out at all. How was I supposed to find my stop? I wasn’t sure where it was anyway. Then Henry’s new machete falls out of his back pack and lands on an old woman. Woops! Those damn gringos! Reggatone (the popular music here) was blasting. The bus driver was dressed in cowboy gear and had a picture of Jesus over the dash and also a picture of a playboy model. Hmmmm……. Somehow we managed to find our stop.
On the last bus ride I sat next to a woman and her toddler. She made room for me (remember we are talking school bus seats here). We are riding along and suddenly a chicken pops out from her grocery bag..I mean a live chicken. I guess she must have been taking it in to sell at the market. The chicken and I shared a few words before its death!
Honduras is good and bad. Let me tell you the good things. I like some of the food, like the fried eggs, the mashed beans, the really salty cheese, the rice, the orange soda (mirinda), the milk, the flour tortillas, Zuko (a sugary drink mix), the watermelon, the pineapples, and the cucumbers (we each got a whole one for recess snack today). I like how the orphans play soccer regularly. There are some things I hate too…like school, and school, and school, and school, and school! School is so dum! I hate it! Except for English class. And I hate the unsquished beans, the plantain cooked bananas, the corn tortillas, the apples, the oranges, the tea, and the tomalli bean wrapped thingy ma bob. And, I hate school. I’ve also made some friends, Diego, Emanuel, and Oscar. That’s my side of Honduras, And I hate school.
JA: Thanks for the idea!
I just had a touching experience at our Hogar. I decided to bring over a pan full of brownies to have with the boys after dinner. We cut the pan into 24 small pieces. You would have thought I brought a pot of gold! They were so excited about it. At the end they literally licked the pan clean! It made me think of the extensive treats I bring to the girls in the dorm at PEA , and I’m doing well if I get some “thank yous!” Boy, are these kids easy to please. One other volunteer suggested bringing a 25 cent jar of chili sauce to a meal. They think that its the greatest thing ever. We just bought a few in Teguc.
July 24, 2006
I had my first day at school today. Until Febrero(when I will teach English) I will be spending 50% of my time tutoring and 50% helping to develop some laboratorios for the science classes. Today I met with the volunteer tutor I will be replacing. She was from
France and spoke no English. I’ve long ago forgotten my French, so I listened to her in Spanish and was SO lost. I was thinking, I’m in serious trouble here. I will have NO idea what to do. But, in the end I think I figured most things out. It sounds pretty easy. I will be tutoring certain children in math and SPANISH. Help!!!!! I guess I may know more grammar than them….I hope. I’m done on most days at 1 pm and then its SIESTA for me.
Tonight we had dinner with an older boys Hogar. They were giving me a hard time about trying to pronounce their names, but it was fun. We had granola mixed with cornflakes and warm milk for dinner. Afterwards, everyone was out playing futbol. They play on a cement court and they are GOOD. They were playing “strip futbol.” When one team gets three goals, the other team has to take off one piece of clothing. They only got down to their briefs, but I was waiting for more. One boy said, about Lucas and Henry, that they are the first gringitos ever at the ranch who can play futbol. They are getting right in there with the pequenos(the name for the orphans) and everyone on the ranch seems to know their names. Everywhere we go, we hear “Lucas, Henrique!” Its nice that everyone being so friendly to the gringitos. The boys are loving all of the attention.
July 28, 2006
Let’s see. We finally were assigned to a hogar housing the 10-13 year olds. I love them. Henry went home and had a complete meltdown when he found out. He really wanted to be with the younger boys. I’m sure in a week or so he will be just fine. The boys there are so sweet.
I have been working in el laboratorio some this week. It is a nice big space and must not have been used for the last three years. There are creepy crawlies everywhere. Everytime I open a drawer or a box something jumps out at me. A giant cockroach ran down my arm yesterday. There are these mud wasp nests growing on the microscopes and in all of the shelves. Ughhhh! I finally got disgusted yesterday and went back to the tutoring room and studied the Spanish grammar I will be tutoring in.
This morning we visited a house for victims of AIDS. Some of the mothers come her with their children so when they die, the children can grow up here on the ranch. While we were there, the sewage line outside was backed up so Carl helped them clear it. He opened one sewage box (these big concrete things outside) and there was a tarantula! We have to go back and have Carl catch it, so I can put in the labaoratorio along with the scorpion we found under our bed last night. I also found out that a few years ago the people that lived in our house found a coral snake on the porch one morning. I m careful now wherever I step!
We also met with one of the psychologists and her about some of the traumas these children have faced. Some have seen their parents get killed or been abandoned on the street. There are three psychologists to serve the population of 500 children. Sometime the psychologists bring the children who have been here awhile and have been “spoiled” in to
Tegucigalpa to the dump to remind the students how good they have it at the ranch. There is a whole community who lives at the dump and scavenges for food. Carl and I thought it was interesting…there are so many levels of suffering. We brought our children here to see how good they have it! I wonder if the parents of the dump children tell there children how there are people worse off than them!