Day One - Up Front and Center
Peru and Tourism
Peru came in around the middle of the pack (73rd overall). From the report:
"Peru is ranked 13th in the region, placing 73rd overall. Peru’s natural and cultural resources remain important assets for the tourism industry. The country has one of the richest fauna in the world (3rd) and hosts several natural and cultural World Heritage sites. Peru has seen a continuous growth in tourist arrivals and international flights, even during the global recession. The effectiveness of marketing and branding to promote the T&T sector shows improvement, and government spending on the industry has increased slightly. However, in order to raise its T&T competitiveness further, safety and security must be improved (118th) and ground transport infrastructure must be upgraded (121st). Additionally, the country has lost some price competitiveness because of higher general and tourism specific taxation, most notably the high ticket taxes and airport charges (where the country ranks 135th). A more in-depth analysis of the performance of the T&T competitiveness of Peru will be conducted in a dedicated publication to be issued in April 2013, on occasion of the World Economic Forum on Latin America 2013."
Not really new information here. Roadways could stand to be improved, and things are just that much more expensive at tourist destinations such as Cusco. But more importantly, security is a big thing. Not even in terms of an upcoming revolution, but violent crimes such as assaults, robberies, attempted kidnapping, and rape are becoming more common (or at least getting reported moreso). Just this morning, there was a reported rape on an American tourist in Arequippa, and there was a string of incidents here in Trujillo the past month.
Peruvian Government Holidays
The government released it's list of public sector holidays and beyond just having off for the normal government holidays, they also have two or three long weekends planned. Why? To encourage in-country tourism!
The first "feriado largo" is this Monday and Tuesday, to allow for a long weekend for people traveling in Peru for carnavales - a pretty big event here in Peru. While not as uhhhh fabulous(?) as Brazil, carnavales are popular here in Peru, especially in the sierra (mountain) regions in the central and northern parts of the country. Cajamarca is probably the most-widely known and copied, where all day Saturday people throw paint all over each other, all throughout the town and the streets. It's a mess! And who likes taking a night bus on Friday, getting there grumpy on Saturday only to have to sleep one night in a hostel and then return on a bus Sunday exhausted. Mondays suck a little bit harder after that kind of trip.
I'm not sure how great an effect this feriado will have, as a lot of people didn't really know about it until recently, but regardless it'll be appreciated by all !
Free T-Shirts (As Long As You Don't Care Who Won the Super Bowl)
The UN Is Actually Relevant, Change the Lenses
Happy Volunteer Day
Let us also remember that volunteering can embrace all people, from the activist who works full-time for a cause to the occasional citizen who reaches out when he or she can. Each sets an example of the spirit of compassion we need. Each makes a valuable contribution to reaching our common goals
Founded on the values of solidarity and mutual trust, volunteerism transcends all cultural, linguistic and geographic boundaries. By giving their time and skills without expectation of material reward, volunteers themselves are uplifted by a singular sense of purpose.
Dusting out the cobwebs
Great Packing Advice for Peru 19 & Peru 20
From http://zenhabits.net/empty
Written by Leo Babauta.
"We often load ourselves up when we travel, because we want to be prepared for various situations. This burden of being prepared leaves us with our arms full, unable to receive whatever is there when we arrive.
It leaves us tired from carrying, so that we are not happy when we meet someone new on our travels. What if we traveled with empty hands, ready to embrace new experiences, receive new foods, touch new people? We might feel less prepared when we leave, but the preparedness is an illusion. Stuff doesn’t make us prepared. Having empty hands but a heart that is full of love leaves us prepared for anything.
This doesn’t just apply to taking a trip, but to living each day. Each day is a journey, and we load ourselves up with material possessions, with tasks and projects, with things to read and write, with meetings and calls and texts. Our hands are full, not ready for anything new.
Drop everything, be open to everything.
Enter each day empty-handed, and full-hearted."
Toughest Job You'll Ever Love
Been Away, but Now I'm Back Today
Hasta Luego to Honduras - But It Was the Right Call
In the meantime, read this....
Two Years Goes By Quickly
Two years can seem like an eternity. Or rather, two years is a long time for someone only a quarter of a century old. Two years is imperceptible and can seem especially slow moving given the abrupt change of pace, the change of settings, the unfamiliarity and being so far away from the familiar.
Even months or a year in, two years is incalculable in many ways. Only until the Peace Corps COS (close of service) conference three months before your departure date, where all the volunteers from your promotion gather around and get the low-down on the readjustment process, does it slowly start to sink in that your time is coming to a close. Your friends are all organizing their plans, trips around the continent or rushing home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. And slowly, people start leaving.
Back at site, people are equally starting to get sad. Inevitably, people have gotten used to the big tall gringo or the weird looking mozungu walking around and can’t really understand why you want to leave. What’s wrong with our town? It’s nice, peaceful. You’ll have a good life here!
The ups and downs of Peace Corps
(+51): Bad news: the hardware store hasn’t delivered any of the materials and looks like we’ll be at least one more day behind. Good news: lomo saltado for lunch.
One of the many lessons I’ve learned about any Peace Corps experience, a universal fact, if you will, is that you will experience highs and lows. The highs will be high, and the lows will be low. And, they might be with you for hours or days and can easily change even hour to hour.
That was today. I woke up early (5:45am) to wait for a bus into recover my cell phone from a doctor who was handing it off before he went further up the road in the bus. You see, my phone fell out of my pocket on Saturday and thankfully he picked it up and instead of simply turning it off and selling the phone, he held on to it and agreed to return it. Didn’t even take a bill I tried to sneak into his hand. So good start to the day. Next was frantically calling families to tell them that the truck was coming up today to drop off building materials for the bathrooms. Then I call the Muni to see what time we’re going, and I’m told it ain’t happening today (see above text).
The dry bathroom project has been sucking the fun out of me for the last few months. Various bureaucratic roadblocks have held up the works, and now we’re dealing with hardware store problems. That problem is the hardware store gladly accepted the Municipality’s money and then informed us it’ll be a few days to deliver all the materials (it was a bulk order). But it still hasn’t come. What kind of hardware store doesn’t have bricks or can’t get 100 bags of cement in a week?
So that left me pretty furious at Peru. I went on up to visit the health post to get a change of scenery, and talked with the Doctor about this and that, and calmed down a bit, then went over to my community partner’s house to pass on the bad news. She invited me in, and we talked while she was cooking. And without even asking or saying anything, she set down a huge plate of noodles and a juice and I dug in. After a while, we were talking about other things, joking about this and that, and then after awhile I left her house. I stormed up to her house pretty frustrated and angry, but even without resolution to my frustration, I left a lot calmer and happier. That’s how it is.
Some days, you’ll hate Peace Corps and the host country. You get tired of the jokes that aren’t funny, a culture that isn’t yours, little kids staring at you. And other days, you’re making the stupid jokes, felling like a rock star walking down the street with everyone calling your name. There’s days you think about packing your bags and leaving, and other days where you think you could definitely stay here awhile.
I Can Identify Elephants
I have never seen an elephant before in my life. Well, I’ve never seen an elephant in person before (but I have been to the zoo), but I’ve seen pictures in biology text books, read articles in National Geographic, and seen TV shows involving elephants in some way. So much, that I dare say I can identify one in a picture or in real life if the opportunity so arose.
In fact, I bet that if you’re reading this you are easily imagining an elephant right now; with long ears, the big nose, thick grey leathery skin (or pink if you’ve been drinking), possibly rolling on top of some kind of circus ball.
But not everyone can readily identify an elephant.
And to be fair, it’s odd that I know a lot about elephants even though I’ve never really studied them, and that none live or roam anywhere I’ve ever been in the world. But I realized today that identifying elephants is not the easiest task in the world, especially if you’ve never seen an elephant.
imadouche
I was a douche to a Peruvian the other day. Not that I’m not a douche on other days (gringo, Peruvian or other), but this time it was under no fault of the Peruvian. You see Hugo was at the health post the same time I was. It was late on a Friday afternoon: I was at the health post for the health promoter meeting, and he was there for reasons unknown to me. I had never seen him before and didn’t know who he was or why he was at the post. And Hugo didn’t do a single thing wrong. In fact, he was nice to me. He asked me where I was from, what I was doing at the health post and if I liked Peru and the food, etc. And that’s why I was a douche….
Buying Wood
I remember a while ago, during a presentation on his field work in Nicaragua, a certain professor mentioned that you shouldn’t expect to get more than two things done during the day while in Managua.
I thought about that as I rode the bus home today around 4pm, after a long and drawn out journey to buy wood and tin sheets for bathrooms.
You see, buying wood (or anything) isn’t as easy as walking into Home Depot, loading it into a cart and then packing it up into the SUV (although Sodimac, a South American hardware store, bears an eerie resemblance to Home Depot right down to the signage). Nope. First off, in small towns it’s hard impossible to get wood. Long pieces of 2x4s are coveted more than precious metals. And you just can’t go to a carpintero (carpenter). Why? They only work with wood, not sell it. Duh! So instead, I had to journey out to the regional capital just to get wood for some simple door frames.
I'll give you a play by play of my day, the journey to get wood (heh)….
Your Best Resource
About this time two years ago, I (yes, I, faithful readers) was scouring the interwebs for blogs from current volunteers about what it was like living in Peru, living in rural areas, and what volunteers DID. In the process, I remember stumbling over one blog that gave me a little fright. It was a WATSAN volunteer’s blog, and he wrote about doing survey work to improve a waterlines (or something along the theme) in the community. Survey work? Sounds like engineering! Fuck. I look on the dude’s profile, and he’s a Master’s International Student in Engineering and has a giant beard. I qualified for WATSAN with skills as a carpenter in a college theatre and mediocre Spanish grades. I am neither an engineer nor a facial hair grower. How am I going to survive in Peru (a fear reverberated by most other volunteers, especially sans beard)?
(First off) Well, two years later I gotta say – it didn’t matter that I wasn’t an engineer. My job (and most Peace Corps jobs) didn’t require being engineer but rather just being a leader. Being a leader in the community and knowing how to talk to people. So when I didn’t know something and I hit a wall. I did have some good resources.
I’ll let you in on a little hint: your best resource is….
Donate for PCWiki & PCJournals + Blog Roll
So Peace Corps Journals and Peace Corps Wiki is going slow due to budgetary problems (no such thing as a free lunch). If you can, I highly suggest donating to them. They’re run by a group of RPCVs and not supported by Peace Corps nor the National Peace Corps Association, so they count on donor support. I’ve chatted with Will Dickinson (RPCV Armenia 2004-2006) a few times via email, and he’s a pretty solid dude.
If Peace Corps Wikis eased your fears during the application process or PC Journals helped you figure out a bit more about the life of a PCV, then consider a donation. Hell, I donated $10 and I’m a current PCV. I’m sure you can spare some change as well.
So in the mean time, here’s a quick blog role of a few key posts, by current Peru PCVs:
- Alex writes about the strain of Peruvian public meetings and mixed priorities
- Win talks about the how difficult the 3s’s, a cherished American male tradition, are to accomplish in-country
- Kelsey writes about encountering subtly and unsubtle sexism in-site, even alongside her PCV husband
- Luke writes about the powers of facial hair
- Annie writes about the ups and downs of a volunteer
So What’s Been Going on with the Bathroom Project
When people would ask me in January about my project, I would go on and on about the wonders of dry bathrooms and how they're a great solution to rural sanitation projects (which they are), and about how we had the support of the local government and it was going to be great! My old high school raised about $3000 to contribute to the project, families were all progressing on their hygiene practices, it was great! I was on the fast track and looking to complete the construction of 22 bathroom units by late June, and possibly run another bathroom campaign.
That was then.
Now when my host family asks me 'Que tal el proyecto?', I tell them I really don't want to talk about it. What's happened?

