Sorry I have not blogged in a while.
On Thursday after town I mentioned to John and Judy about the only tourist attraction in our area which was Udreudre’s tomb. So, supposedly, this man ate 872 people, everyone one he ever killed in war. Legend has it that his main diet was people, which to eat that many it would have to be your only source of protein. Anyways, John gladly stopped so that Judy, Lisa, and I could see this weedy concrete block at an unmarked location on the side of the road.
On Thursday evening and Friday John and I made blackboards for the kindergarten! I had bought paint in Suva and John was willing to sell me some scrap wood so we got to work making 12 individual blackboards and one large one for the teacher. They turned out great! Now that kindergarten is back up and running it appears that there will be 15 students this term. So, we might have to pull together a few more.
This week I went to Nausori for Ulamila’s first birthday party!
The angel!
It went extremely well. A Fijian’s first birthday party is often the only birthday ever celebrated. There is a traditional giving of grog called an isevusevu, plus the baby is dressed in masi cloth (made out of a plant), a family member other than her parents holds her during the ceremony, everyone sings “Happy Birthday”, the baby blows out the candle, cuts the cake, and then the first locket of hair is cut. Afterwards, everyone eats, visits, and gorges themselves on cake. The birthday parties are quite European influenced, although, the presents are not opened in front of everyone, but instead are taken into a back room to be opened later.
The traditional birthday suit.
This is what we eat. Mmmm.
Me and Papa.
I helped cook, take pictures, entertain guests, and did ALL the dishes, whew. I stayed at a friends’ house (relatives of the birthday girl) and we had a lot of fun watching movies, taking walks in the rain, and telling stories! Thank you Filo and Ana for the good weekend! I had plans of coming back on Sunday, but it turns out that Monday was Prophet Muhammed’s birthday (I made the mistake at lunch on Thursday of saying “Why do they have to close everything down? No one celebrates Prophet Muhammed’s birthday.” That statement got shut down real fast. Apparently Indians celebrate his birthday. So, I stayed through Monday, only to get stuck in a bind with no buses running on the eroded King’s Road.
Look what I found at the party! WAR EAGLE! He said his brother went to Auburn about 30 years ago and recently brought him back this shirt! Cool! First Auburn thing I have seen in Fiji that I did not bring here on my back!
Filo and Ana going to school.
On Monday, Filo and I made a quick trip to town to go see the Health Center about my infected leg. I had a bug bite around Thursday and started to scratch it breaking the skin open into a small scab. Well, that scab got infected and turned into a volcano. I went to the health center to get some antibiotics and the nurse tosses me eight 500 Mg penicillin pills. That won’t get me far. She didn’t even look at it. I can see why so many people die in Fiji and never have a just cause. There are so many people who say so and so is sick and a week later they are dead, with no reason other than an upset stomach. The health care in this country could use a reboot.
The friends I stayed with.
For some reason a tropical depression coincided with a tsunami warning on Sunday (because of the earthquake in Chile). The tsunami did not turn up any results, just another scare. I am starting to treat them a lot like the Fijians, because the warnings are as often as tornado warnings in the Texas panhandle. The tropical depression on the other hand rained for two days straight, shutting down the bus system back to my site.
On Tuesday I made it to Suva and went to the private hospital to see a dermatologist about my inexhaustible dandruff. He prescribed me three things, one a ketoconozole tablet, two an antifungal cream, and three, another shampoo. The good thing is I think this combination is working! I was put up in a hotel where I blasted the air conditioner, watched tv, and enjoyed a bed that I wouldn’t have to make in the morning, oh, plus hot water!
Each time I visited the Peace Corps office I asked the doctor to tend to my volcano and she politely obliged. I think I really enjoy having a doctor helping me with my every need. Thanks Peace Corps!
Finally, on Wednesday I made it back to site, only to turn around the next morning and head to town. Nothing exciting in town, highlight, I drank half a beer at lunch.
Today I delivered the new blackboards to the kindergarten teacher. She was sooo excited and thankful and saying that she could not wait to use them with the kids on Monday. We are lucky to have such a devoted teacher who really cares!
P.S. I am starting the proposal for footpaths. So those of you who are interested in helping my cause it will be posted on Peace Corps’ website in due time.
P.S.S. Those of you putting together a goody package for me… I would LOVE some Dove dark chocolate or caramels, chili cheese Foritoes, graham crackers, and Easter candy! I miss out on most of the BIG American holidays here in Fiji, so packages to remind me are always much appreciated! Thank you so much Teresa for all of the Halloween candy last October! New bestsellers (books) are always good too!
The kindy's new chalkboards that John and I made.
Since Wednesday I have been taking it easy because my leg has needed time to heal. I was told not to get in any water. Around here, all of my activities involve water. Most of the week I was preparing lessons for the kindergarten, helping the teacher during class, reading my new trilogy, Philip Pullman’s “His Dark Materials”, and visiting my neighbors.
For those of you with an invitation to the Pacific Islands, or really Peace Corps service in general, I wanted to list a few of the things that I am really glad I brought.
1. A travel feather pillow. Most pillows in undeveloped countries are made out of indescribable hard objects.
2. A nice towel. These little boogers are useful every day, and in Fiji, four or five times a day. Bring a large one that you can cover your entire body with to get from your distant shower lean-to to your grass hut.
3. Good knives. You do a lot of cooking from scratch because American foods are not readily available. Also, be prepared to sharpen them often.
4. Your favorite book. Selection is limited and very expensive.
5. Plenty of underwear/bras as you will not find nice quality under garments in your third world destination. Take my word on this one.
6. Your favorite spices, as the country you are going to may not have ANYTHING American. Things like Italian seasoning, garlic salt, and season salt. They will be a lifesaver when it comes to bland food or cooking gone wrong.
7. Last, but not least, a sense of humor. People will say things that you do not appreciate, like, “You are fat” or “No, you need to do it this way”. These lines sound like they won’t bother you, but when you hear them day in and day out, you will get quite annoyed. I just wish it was polite to say in return, “You too” or “If you want something done your way, then do it yourself”.
This is not a complete list by any means. My favorite item is my mask and snorkel. If I didn’t bring them from home I would be suffering terribly.
Also, make sure you have a trusty companion back home who will send you whatever you need, whenever you need it, for example, your mom!
So this past Saturday a man who served for the US Army in Iraq has moved back to the village. He is an injured war veteran and got caught up in a roadside bomb that severely injured his spinal column. I am excited about him moving into the village because he is experienced, easy to talk to, and people will head his advice. He is in my favorite mataqali (family) and plans to build a house in the coming months. He brought his eighteen year old son who is also one of my new best friends! Yay!
During the bosevakoro (meeting of the village) on Monday the village decided to help me put together a small group to start working on editing the proposal, taking measurements, and getting a quotation for the footpaths. I just hope after we get the money the youth are willing to build them. I guess I should not stress until the time comes.
I also announced “THE BURE THEATER”. I now have a movie theater in my house on Wednesdays for the youth, Fridays for the kids, and Sundays for the women. It has been a hit even before I was able to announce it. The first night with the kids I had 9, the first night with the women I had 6 (and served hot chocolate and popcorn), and I have a feeling tomorrow youth night will be huge! The village seems to love the idea!
I also announced that IHRDP (Integrated Human Resource Development Program) will be coming March 17! This is a big day for me as they are coming to assess the interest of Virgin Coconut Oil production in the village. I am really excited and hoping that all goes well!