Monday, August 31, 2015

Monday August 24 to Thursday August 27 - Peru Week 2, Part 2

This has been one of mostly working in the mornings and hanging out at a local restaurant called Antojetos where I drink coffee and use their not so good wireless service, but at least they have one that I have access to and I can drink coffee while using it.

So I have class from Monday through Thursday where I help out with the English classes and it is interesting. As I mentioned before the classes vary quite a bit with some being very good and others on the edge of going out of control. This week was better, however, as I know a bit of what to expect now and can prepare for it in advance.

Students at my school are broken into ability levels, A – D with A being the most advanced students. Each class averages around 28-30 students but I have one or two that are larger. The students also always stay in one classroom and it is the teachers that move around. This is a little odd and leads to inefficiency in running classes as there are no clocks anywhere and the classes start immediately after one another. So when my first class ends at 9:30 the next one starts immediately at the same time but it will take 5 minutes or so to get from one place to another. Also it is easy to not get out on time but 5-10 minutes late to the next class as there are no clocks or bells. As such a class often is unattended for 10-20 minutes at a time.

All and all, they seem like pretty good kids but I don’t get the impression there is a lot of discipline or structure to some of their lives. They often talk out loud to one another in class and it is not uncommon for me to see them working on something totally unrelated or just zoning out in class. But there are also some kids who clearly are interested and trying to learn more too so I guess each class can be a bit of a paradox.

I get a lot of the male students asking me if I smoke pot and what I think of it. This has been a frequent question from some of my classes and frankly I am not sure where it comes from. I have smoked when I was in college but I don’t tell them that and frankly I have not cared to smoke for about 20 years now. Perhaps I just don’t recall how much of a preoccupation thinking about pot is for a high school student. As for the girls, it is a frequent question for them to ask me if I am married. Again I am not quite sure what triggers this, other than perhaps I am older than the typical volunteer. But often I have gotten this question multiple times in the same class.

I think the school tries to instill some discipline but it does not seem all that effective. Every morning this week they stand in the courtyard and get lectured about getting their shit together, my words. But for example, during one long speech about how they need to be on time the very first class afterwards at least ten students showed up 5-15 minutes late. It is a 1:30 walk from the courtyard to the classrooms.

I have also noticed the school is run with a military type theme to it. When they line up in the courtyard they are told to look toward the principal’s office and turn 90 degrees on command, they hold their arm out to space out, they are lined up by age or rank, and when the students move around in front of the teachers and other students for something they march in a goose step type fashion. There is also this loud speaker they use to talk to the students and play the national anthem while rising the flag of Peru. But it is tinny and squawks so you can barely understand what is being said through it. Reminds me of M.A.S.H. It strikes me that the harder the school tries to discipline the kids the more they move in the opposite direction and don’t take it very seriously.

I will simply say I am not sure what I think of this system but it could use some improvement.

My ability to communicate has greatly improved and it is still difficult but I find that I can actually have some simple conversations with my host family now and when talking to the students it is easier to explain what I am trying to say. So the trial by fire is helping to improve my Spanish speaking skills.

Not much else for me to report on for the work week other than on Wednesday we had a social meeting with other volunteers at Project’s Abroad which involved learning how to make pottery. It was cool and interesting and it gave me a chance to meet some of the other volunteers in the area. Unlike Cape Town, volunteers in Peru are scattered among the towns of Cusco, Urubamba, Pisak and one other tiny town I can’t recall the name of offhand.

Monday August 24 to Thursday August 27 - Peru Week 2 Part 1 - What Have I Learned So Far???

This this week is officially the half way point of my trip. I’ve another 3-1/2 weeks here in Peru before heading over to Europe for some vacation time for another 3 weeks. This trip has been in good part about self-discovery and I wish I could say that I have had an ah-ha moment and everything has become totally clear to me on what to do with the rest of my life. But so far I have not and I really don’t know what I want to do with myself when I return to Chicago. A part of me could easily go right back to what I was doing, at Bretford or some other place, yet another part of me remembers how twisted up I got and I can’t image doing that for another 25+ years. Perhaps the trick is knowing how not to get twisted up with whatever you do and the skill is recognizing when it is going on and heading it off early.

Here is some of what I have learned so far, it is nothing all that deep.

1)      Botswana – I don’t care for manual labor. Mentally I am OK with it and think there is something respectable and “manly” about putting in the work compared to sitting at a desk. But physically my body won’t take it. Perhaps if I did it for six months I would be accustomed to it but that six months would be very painful.

2)      Botswana – I am not a tree hugger. I like the wilderness and wild animals and want to protect them but I am nowhere near as into it as some of the people I met in Botswana. Not that there is anything wrong with it, the world needs people like that and I support it, I just am not that far to the left. Perhaps too spoiled by age and “civilization”. I thought the owner was a bit of a hypocrite talking about how horrible the rich Americans and Europeans are to the 3rd world and the planet yet she is buying up a big part of Botswana and fencing it off with her neighbors as a preserve not allowing the locals to visit or use it without their permission. Yes, it is to preserve the area but also for her enjoyment of the space and she makes money off it. Perhaps she is not rich by American or European standards but in comparison to the locals, she is loaded. It seems to me she is just a local version of what she does not like about the Americans and Europeans. Perhaps the lesson is that it is human nature to take advantage and use things and other people. Perhaps that is not a good thing but it is a part of human nature and I think the goal is it needs to be kept in check. The good news is humans are capable of doing that, sometimes it just takes social media to do it.

3)      South Africa – The beach/surfing life agrees with me. I have to say that I dug working on the beach and the pace that went with it and could easily see myself living in Muisenberg South Africa. Perhaps it makes sense as the Outer Banks of North Carolina is one of my favorite places. In part because of the trips we took there as a kid but also I just like the lifestyle.

4)      South Africa – I also like doing something that feels like it is improving the lives of somebody else. The surf project in South Africa really centered on providing options and a release to people in trouble or less fortunate than I, and in a sense giving them what I am giving myself with this trip.

5)      South Africa & Peru – I like to eat healthy. I don’t care to shop at Whole Foods because it is absurd how much they charge and I really don’t like it that much to dedicate so much of a paycheck to that. Nor do I really need to have my meet and produce come from a farm that I know and can trace the cow from. All fine but I feel like I can eat just as healthy from the Jewel and Trader Joe’s. But I do like to eat healthier than the countries I have visited. I ordered a salad once for lunch in South Africa and they looked at me like I was queer (not intended as an insult.) So I do not need to have meat at every meal and as “the meal.” I also need less starchy stuff. It has only been two weeks in Peru but they eat potatoes, rice and/or bread with every single meal, sometimes as the meal. All well and good but I would put on a ton of weight if I ate like this all the time.

6)      South Africa & Peru – I am rich by most standards in the world. And for my friends you are too. You may not think you are but you should count yourself lucky to live in either the United States, Canada or Europe where you enjoy a much higher standard of living than many people in other parts of the world do. There is a reason that so many people try to go to the United States or Europe and that is because the standard of living is much better and the opportunities much greater. So the next time I or you feel like you are poor and life sucks, perhaps it is good to remember that there are a whole lot of people out there who would trade places with you in a heartbeat. There are always people who have more money, things or opportunities than you do, but none the less as an American, Canadian or European we are still very lucky by birth. It is not something to be ashamed of, any more than being born in a place where the living is not so good, but it is good to keep it in perspective.

7)      South Africa & Peru – The people I have met have been very open armed and generous with me. Granted my host families get money to house me from Project’s Abroad but they have been very willing to help and always wanting to know if everything was alright and if there was anything more they could do for me. They share their booze, would feed me until I burst if I let them, invite me to their family parties, and so on. This is not a part of their agreement with Projects Abroad and they don’t have to do this. I’ve grown conscious that I am very well off in their eyes yet, they don’t hesitate to share what they have with me. It is a good example to learn from.

8)      South Africa & Peru – Tolerance is another thing that I am leaning. There are a lot of people in the world that do not think the same way as I do and just because they don’t think the same way does not make them bad people or even wrong, they just have a different opinion. For all of you who hate Nancy Pellosi or Ted Cruze, go for it, they both drive me nuts and I think they are both crazy. I do not feel either one of them are part of the normal world but the political one. But I notice a lot of what I call “hate the haters” posts on Facebook about how terrible this person is or how horrible society is to one group or another and how these people are crazy, stupid, racist, even evil Nazis. Let’s use the dentist and who killed the lion as an extreme example. People hate this person and propose doing all sorts of horrible things to him because he did something horrible to a lion. It was wrong in my opinion and he should not have done it but often the conversation is not always rational but often just hateful. How is giving this guy and his family, whom you don’t know a thing about, death threats. How does that make you anything but a total hypocrite? It is wrong to do it to a lion but perfectly OK to do it to his entire family? I don't like hunting if you don't eat what you kill but for some this is a normal way of life. My point is this, somebody may not agree with you and their opinion may be even offensive, but that does not automatically qualify them as an evil person comparable to Nazis. Perhaps they just don’t understand something in the same way you do and perhaps you don’t understand their point of view either. Another example is I have met people on my trip who do not think positive things about Americans but talking to them about it often leads me to believe they don't have the full story and I may not have seen it from their point of view before. So having a little patience with people who don’t see things the same way you do is a good thing. Listening before hurtling the insults is also a good thing. Another way to think of it, when a homeless person gets insulting with me because I don’t want to give them any money it does not make me see their need or point of view any clearer. If anything, I will not listen to them and walk away even faster and be even less tolerant when somebody else needs something next time.

I have also learned a bit more of what I miss so far.

  1. Friends and Family – I miss them and it will be good to see them again. However I’ll add that via the internet and telephone I am able to keep up with much of it as well or in some cases better than when I was living in Chicago. But perhaps there is a lesson here too that it is important to do a better job of this when I am not traveling.
  2. Driving – I miss driving my car, both the crappy VW that I hate and the Buick which I love.
  3. Biking – I miss biking along Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. However I do not miss the 3rd year of construction Chicago has been doing on the bike trails. How is it possible to pave an interstate faster than Chicago can fix and pave a one lane wide bike trail.
  4. Healthy Foods – As I mentioned I miss being able to eat healthier, fruits and vegetables as a part of one’s diet is not the norm in South Africa and especially Peru. I’ll add a note that this probably has as much to do with the cost of importing them as anything else and I am lucky to be an American where we can import them from every corner of the planet and sell them at the Jewel.
  5. Unhealthy Foods – I miss hamburgers, hotdogs and pizza. And Mexican food, I miss that too. I can get some of this stuff in South Africa and Peru but it is not the same thing.
  6. American Style Coffee – It takes a bad rap but I miss drinking coffee at a coffee shop. It can be Starbucks, Peet’s, whatever. In South Africa they put so much milk in their coffee I would more call it drinking milk. In Peru they look at me like I am weird when I ask for milk for my coffee. I don’t know what coffee in Europe will hold for me yet but they really hate coffee in America so I am guessing it won’t be what I miss.
  7. Putting Toilet Paper In The Toilet – You can’t do that in Peru due to the size of the pipes. Thank God my ancestors decided the new world would be a good place to go in the 17th and 18th centuries. I am hoping they don’t have the toilets that shoot water up your ass once I get over to Eastern Europe!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Saturday August 22 to Sunday August 23 - Peru

Not much goes on during the week other than working and the weekends and work week have a fairly different flavor to them right now so I’m breaking at least this posting up into the week days and weekends.

After going to Moray on Friday I had to buy a tourist ticket, which included multiple archeological sites and it was good for only two days. So on Saturday I took the short bus ride over to Ollantaytambo before heading into Cusco for the evening.

Ollantaytambo is one of the better sites to visit in the area around Urubamba and I suspect is one of the main stops for tourists on their way to or from Machu Picchu. The train goes right through Ollantaytambo and the city clearly was prepared for tourists. The main square reminds me of the tourist area of Cusco but on a much smaller scale. They have lots of western places, coffee shops, pizza parlors, etc. And unlike in Urubamba, credit cards are readily accepted. They even have a Kwik-E-Mart!


I did not want to spring for the guided tour so I’m figuring out the place largely on my own and sure I am missing something so Wikipedia can provide you with a better explanation of the site. It is where I got most of my info from.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ollantaytambo

The ruins of Ollantaytambo were built in the middle 15th century by Emperor Pachacuti as a royal estate. The site includes a series of agricultural terraces, store houses that were built up on the side of the mountains, and a Sun Temple at the top. There were also military barracks at the site but it was primarily used for agricultural and religious purposes. During the Spanish conquest of South America, Ollantaytambo was used as a line of defense by the retreating Inca and as a result the Sun Temple was never finished before they abandoned the site. Very cool to visit and climbing the stairs to the top was probably a very good warm up for Machu Picchu, which I am planning on visiting the next weekend.


After visiting for a few hours I headed out to Cusco for the remainder of the weekend to hang out in the city. I did not get into Cusco until late in the afternoon on Saturday and never did anything that evening other than hang out in the hotel and grab some dinner. Craving pizza as I have not had any since early or mid-June. It was not bad but I’m still craving an actual pizza.

 
On Sunday I went to an art museum and otherwise just did some shopping and spent too much money on myself. On top of that I somehow lost a pair of pants I had just purchased in South Africa, so now I need to go spend more on myself to replace them. Don’t ask how you lose a pair of pants when walking around a city, I will just say that I was not wearing them when they went missing but I did have pants on.

 
Cusco has about half a million people living in it and is the center of tourism in this part of the country. If you are going to Machu Picchu the route goes through Cusco. The central part of the city is geared to tourists and there is a big shopping district around the Plaza de Armas, which is the main square. Every city I have been to seems to be constructed with a main square or park, a central Catholic Church and shopping district. This is true of Cusco, Urubamba, Moray and Ollantaytambo thus far. I spent most of my time last weekend simply walking around Cusco’s narrow streets. Narrow accurately describes some of the streets where are really only wide enough for a car to get down. There are sidewalks but sometimes they are only about 6” wide.


After spending what was probably too much money on myself, buying an alpaca sweater, new larger back pack so I can carry this stuff on the plane, and a few things I picked up in Ollantaytambo, I decided it would be best to get back to Urubamba where I could not buy all this stuff. Additionally my host family, the Ramirez’s, where having a birthday party that evening which I had been invited to.

The language barrier made it a little hard to hang out at the party and my roommate/translator got sick and left early, but I hung out for a while drinking beer and eating Peruvian food. Food which included ginny pig and fish eggs, I have to say neither of which I really liked. They had plenty of big beers and coke in the tall glass bottles, of which I had several of both. But Monday is a school day so I cut it early.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Saturday August 15 to Friday August 21 - Peru Week 1

So my first week in Peru has been a little rough on me as the language barrier was bigger than I expected as my Spanish is worse than I thought. The first 24 hours I found myself sitting around having no idea what was being said and to be blunt, it freaked me out a little bit.

On Saturday my roommate, Ian, and a few other volunteers were going to Cusco for the weekend and since they speak English I decided to go as well. I have no idea what I would have done in Urubamba otherwise. It was probably a good thing as I did not do much but it took my mind off of the fact that I could not talk with my host family and put me in a better frame of mind when we returned on Sunday.

My roommate Ian and his new motorcycle.


This weekend was the Day of Assumption and Cusco had lots of crowds and what looked like parades but they did not really go anywhere that I saw. But it was a very festive atmosphere in the city. Other than walking around a lot and picking up a cell phone, I did not do too much while in Cusco. The altitude was killing me and I felt like I was 80-years-old every time I had to walk up a hill or a set of stairs. And Cusco has plenty of both, sometimes combining stairs and hills. Let’s just say that I often felt like a fish gasping for air at the slightest level of exertion.

Cusco is much prettier than I expected and there are a lot of tourists walking around. They also have a Starbucks, McDonalds and KFC in the Plaza de Armas. I have not been to the Starbucks but I have considered it. Once you get out of the typical tourist areas, however, the city is much grungier. The bus station from Urubamba is about ½ mile from the city center and things start to change. For one the buildings are not as nice and the streets are dirtier. And the smell of sewers becomes much more prominent around the bus station, like really strong. There is also more traffic as I think they limit what goes into the tourist areas. That or most Peruvians just don’t have much cause to go where the tourists are.

One of the Project’s Abroad employees who picked me up from the airport was playing in a band in Cusco on Saturday night so we went to see it and low and behold, they played a lot of 90’s grunge rock music! I was more than a little surprised to hear this but quite pleased to have music that I was not only familiar with, but also like. In the past week I noticed they play a lot of old music from the 80’s and 90’s on the radio here as my host family has it on every morning and evening.

Another thing I have noticed about Peru is old VW’s are everywhere and I have not seen so many running around since the 80’s. The old beetles are constantly plying the streets and there is also a very healthy supply of old busses as well. They tend to be pretty worn out, as one might expect on a car that I bet has 200,000 miles or more on it. I am thinking of taking pictures of them and running an album titled the VW’s of Peru.
VW on the streets of Urubamba

I did not bring my camera to Cusco as I was wanting to travel lighter on the weekend, but I did have a cell phone but as of yet, I have not been able to move the pictures to my computer. But my plan is to return the following weekend and I will have my camera with me then.

Walking around both Cusco and Urubamba I have noticed that there are a lot of dogs wandering the streets, which I am not to pet as per rule number three from when I arrived. For the most part they keep to themselves and do what they please, but on occasion I have seen them chasing cars and taxis down the street in the middle of traffic. They are not like your house dogs in the U.S. and I am not exactly what purpose they serve running the streets but they are not strays and I am told they are often owned by somebody. They are just outside dogs that are allowed to roam the same way some people let their cats roam. But it is a bit strange to see in the city.

My first day of classes was on Monday and I am at General Ollanta Cologio, which covers kids from about middle school through seniors in high school. My grades are 3, 4 and 5 which are kids around 14 to 18. The classes are broken up into levels; A, B, C and D, and the more advanced kids are in level A. For the most part the A and B classes are the easiest to work with because they actually try to learn, The C and D classes can be a bit wild. I have one 3rd grade C class that I have dubbed “the wolves” or “los lobos” because they were totally out of control when I was there. In all the grades and levels it is surprising to me how much they talk during class and get up and wander around. This must be what teaching at an inner city Chicago school is like sometimes.

In the flip side of that, I learned on Thursday that there is one kid in my 3A class that walked 3-4 hours in each direction to come to school. He lives up over one of the mountains in a rural area and has to go up and over the mountain two times a day on a dirt path. You probably are thinking this sounds like a “when I was your age…” story but apparently it is true. He also is a good student and very friendly as I found out.

The professor I am working with is Ruben Silva and I like the guy but I have to say I get the impression he is a bit burnt out with some of los lobos. But he seems to enjoy teaching, is easy to get along with and speaks a good amount of English, something that I guess some of the English teachers do not. This is something I don’t really understand as how can you teach something you can’t really do yourself? I can speak a very small amount of Spanish but I should not be teaching it. My Spanish is better than some of the teachers English I guess.

I’ll also say that I was not expecting to have to teach English grammar as a part of this. It makes logical sense but I still was not expecting it and frankly was a strait C- grammar student in high school. I did not understand how it works then and I do not understand how it works now. The ironic part about all of this is I was a journalism student and got mostly B’s and A’s in college in my journalism classes. To me grammar is like math, which I also am poor at. It is the formula I don’t get and writing to me is a bit like art, an artist can paint but trying to explain the methodology behind it is a different story.
Moray with the snowcapped mountains in the background
 
I have classes from Monday through Thursday and Fridays are off for me. As such I went over to the Moray archeological site with some of the other volunteers to see the Inca ruins there. Moray is an old agricultural experimentation site for the Inca’s. They dug a pit with multiple rings in it so that they could test different crops at different elevations to see what works best. The idea was to know what grew best in the different soils, elevations and sunlight. There is not much to the site but it is very pretty and off in the distance are snowcapped mountains of the Andes. Moray is about 30 kilometers from Urubamba in the direction of Cusco but I don’t see snowcaps in either one of these cities. They look a lot like the Dolomite Mountains in Italy.
The various levels at Moray

One week down and another 4 to go. By the end of the week my Spanish has improved to the point where I feel I can at least communicate with my host family on a very basic level now. So while it is still tough and it tires me out to try and speak Spanish all the time, I am improving and more comfortable in my surroundings now. By the time I leave, who knows, I may actually be able to speak it a bit.

Friday, August 21, 2015

The Moto Taxis Of Urubamba

Urubamba is a decent sized but not that large of a city but it has a fleet of three wheel taxis that are half motorcycle and half pull cart, which are everywhere in the central district. I am guessing there must be around 500 of these things running the streets and they will pretty much take you everywhere for 1.50 to 2 Soles, or 60 to 75 cents. So it is a pretty good deal and a 30 minute walk can be cut to 7 or 8 minutes with one, but a lot of these guys are a bit crazy. It is a good thing their little two stroke motors won’t allow them to go all that fast, about as fast as a good clip on a bicycle.


I thought the drivers in South Africa were aggressive and dangerous but these guys make all other bad driver I have ever seen look great and it would be super scary for these guys to be plying the streets of Chicago in an old ½ ton Caprice Classic. In the one full week I have been in Urubamba I have seen them constantly pull out into intersections in front of one another and much larger cars and almost get t-boned, they drive on both sides of the road for no real apparent reason that I can tell other then they may be drunk. This is a very real possibility as I have seen several of them parked down the street from my house drinking beer together. They stop in the middle of the street, which is a bit crazy since the other taxis don’t really stop and I think it is not uncommon to get a love tap from behind when you do something like this. And when they are driving down the narrow streets of town, barely wide enough for two of these taxis to pass, they don’t stop at any intersection but just give a toot and barrel right through. It seems that there is an east/west method of travel and perhaps they have an understanding that you don’t blow through the intersection going north/south. But I’m not exactly convinced of that.
 

And pedestrians, forget it. They drive right at you, again for no real reason that I can tell other than perhaps they keep score on how many they hit and compare notes at the end of my street while drinking beer. I have literally seen them swerve right at pedestrians who were not even in their way. And since the sidewalks tend to only be 2 feet wide on the narrow streets, you have to walk in them and they will come by and almost clip you from behind if you are not careful. Most times they give a little toot with their horn to let you know they are coming but not always.

 
They like to dress their motor taxis up with crazy stickers and all sorts of flashing lights. It is not unlike the trucks in Pakistan and India. A couple of them look like rolling circuses at night with all the colored lights flashing on and off. Some of them also like to change up their tiny motorcycle horn to something much more powerful or goofy like a little song.

These things are a way of life in Urubamba and people here rely on them to get around town as most do not have a car or a motorcycle. I use them, as for 75 cents it is better than a half hour walk across town, but I do have to say I am giving serious consideration to renting a bicycle while I am here.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Friday August 14 - Arrival in Peru - Es Tiempo Para Creer y Hablar En Espanol

So the difference between Cape Town and Peru pretty much became evident before I ever got out of Miami. Everybody is speaking Spanish and it is time for me to try and flip a switch in my head. But I am not very good with Spanish, probably evident from the blog title, so this is going to be a bit difficult for me and a learning experience.

The flight with American from Miami to Lima had to be one of the worst ones I have ever been on. We left late; the plane was crowded and not all that large for a six hour international flight; it was a free for all getting your seats; and the stewardess staff was hands down the worst. Mind you that the entire trip from Cape Town to Urubamba was a total of 51 hours, so I was a little tired and not as easy going a mood at this point, but they were amazingly bad and I would be embarrassed if I were American.

For starters they piled us into a standard size 757 plane that Southwest uses domestically, OK but not for a six hour flight in my opinion. Everything else I had been on had been a Boeing 777 or similar. Nobody listened to the boarding instructions so that was a total free for all, and American likes to board me last so I am lucky I was able to find a place to stow my bag, but only after moving some things around. Then we were late getting out because there was a piece of the fuselage that was “torn off.” The pilot said it was no big deal but we had to get special permission to fly and were waiting on paperwork. I might have put it another way considering we were going to be up six hours and over the water much of the time. And the stewardess staff was hands down the worst. They literally ignored you if you asked for something. Food service was hit and miss, they skipped rows, and after they did not pick up the trash. Mostly they sat in the back, two rows behind me, chatting all the time, and were in general surly and disorganized. They also did not bother to tell us we were landing when we got to Lima so the only way I knew was the change in sounds. I know that U.S. carriers don’t tend to be as good as foreign ones but this really took it to a new level. I am just glad that my only legs with American were London to Miami and Miami to Lima. I am done with them for the rest of my trip.

There is not much for me to say about Lima. I did not get out of the airport until 11:30 p.m. so by the times I got through customs I went straight to the hotel. I got up at 3:00 to return to the airport for a 5:00 flight that was canceled when I got there. So I did not really see anything of the city but they do have a nice airport. Good since I had an unexpected extra 5 hours in it. They also cut the crusts off of the bread on your sandwiches there.

The flight into Cusco was fine and we could see the mountains poking up over the cloud tops as we flew over. The plain started to bank and we seemed too literally cork screw into the city, turning left, then straight, left, straight, left, and so on. The airport itself is just a narrow strip right in the middle of the city and the buildings are built right up to the airport grounds. Think of it like turning Central Park in New York into an airport, but narrower.

I got into Cusco about seven hours behind schedule but Projects Abroad was there waiting and off we went. The time to see the city and get things like a phone and hair cut were lost in the delay and we had to get to the main office over in Urubamba. City traffic in Cusco was crazy and cars are everywhere. And it is very normal to just start passing cars that are stopped in front of you using the opposite lane of traffic. Then you have to force yourself back into the line of cars that are none too keen on you passing them when a car comes from the opposite direction. It was pretty common and I saw busses, cars and trucks all doing this trying to get out of Cusco.

In the way out I got the five rules to remember in Peru;

1. Don’t drink the water from the tap it will make you sick, Boiled or bottled water only.

2. Be careful eating fresh salads because they may have been washed from the tap, so best to avoid them

3. Don’t pet the dogs on the street, they tend to be territorial and not so nice. If you get bit it means Rabies shots.

4. Don’t flush the toilet paper down the bowl, it goes into a trash can as it will clog up the sewers.

5. Take your card out of the ATM before you take your money as they will suck it back in for security reasons and you can’t get it back when this happens.

Projects Abroad is based in Urubamba, about a 1-1/2 hour drive away. It is a relatively small city from what I have seen of it thus far, tucked into a valley between mountains. It is on a river but I have not seen it yet.

My host family seems very nice but they speak no English! So I think this is going to be rough for the first few weeks as I can hear conversations going on but have no idea what is being said. Fortunately my roommate, a guy named Ian form Switzerland, has been here two weeks already and does speak Spanish well so I can ask him what is going on when needed. There are three kids here, one in high school, one middle school, and a 5-year-old. And I learned very quickly the 5-year-old gets into everything and in the first 30 minutes he found my cell phones and wanted to play games on them. So I’m keeping my electronics hidden in my sox and underwear. I’m not worried about him or anybody else taking them, but he is five so I am being realistic.

Time to take a deep breath, as deep as I can right now at around 7,000 feet, and get ready for this. I wanted to be challenged on this trip and I am getting what I asked for.

South African History and Economics

This will be my final blog entry from South Africa, I am actually already in Peru by the time I send this and my focus will be there moving forward.

After a little more than three weeks I would hardly qualify myself as an expert on South Africa but I have learned some things and formed some opinions on how the country works. One of the things really highlighted for me was the economic differences in South Africa, not just with the United States and Europe but within the country as well.

In some ways I feel a bit guilty as the U.S. dollar buys a lot here and things that are considered expensive to the average South African are very cheap to me. Foreigners are seen as rich here and I can see why. 100 Rand is considered a lot to most here but to me that amounts to about $8.50. A used surf board can easily be purchased here for 1200 to 1500 Rand. I am not sure what boards cost in the United States but I am sure a good used board is a whole lot more than $100 to $125 dollars. I paid almost that much for the wet/dry bag to keep my clothes.
Me with the board donated to the surfing project

In the more rural area of Limpopo Provence to the far north (where the Madi a Thava lodge is located and I visited while in Botswana) you still see donkey carts, which I did not really expect. They tend to be home made things, cobbled together from wood and spare car parts and pulled by very sad and ratty looking donkeys. Additionally at every little town there seems to be street vendors in ramshackle buildings along the side of the road where everything is hawked. You could get all sorts of stuff, fruit and vegetables, live chickens, car parts and repairs, haircuts, clothing, and so on.

Cape Town in the Western Cape Provence by comparison does not have the road side markets, at least not the areas I have been to. But there are a lot of bazar type shops that appear in the city like the Parade Grounds and Green Market Square. These differ however, as the Cape Town markets are more organized and they tend to sell more goods to tourists than the random stuff I saw in Limpopo.

 
In the rural area of Limpopo they have poor areas where there are a lot of little government houses called IDC houses. They are essentially two room houses the size of a small apartment in Chicago that the government puts up and sells for about 15,000-18,000 Rand, or $1,250-$1,500 U.S. dollars. I am guessing the cost of a surf board in the U.S. It is essentially a form of subsidized housing and they are modest but well-built with a plot of land for a garden. Many of the residents put up and rent out tin sheds to refugees from Zaire for about 200 Rand a month. The sheds are very sketchy but after having seen the townships in and around Cape Town I have to agree that they are a far cry better.

Cape Town has many of the same problems you see in most every major city. Homeless people live under the bridges and along the train tracks. Then there are the townships, which are worse than anything I saw in Limpopo. Some of them are huge with a very dense population and I was told the one by the airport has a million people or more living in it, but nobody knows for sure. While the rural areas can be fairly bad, the townships around the major cities are worse and built from whatever is handy. Corrugated tin roofing, shipping pallets, shipping containers, whatever people can get their hands on. The homes are right on top of one another with very little space in between for anything like a garden.

In both the rural areas and townships the trash is everywhere. There is no or not a lot of regular trash pick-up so the residents just dump it into empty lots or drive it to the edge of town and toss it on the side of the road. Plastic bottles and bags, food waste, old tires, clothing, construction material, and so on.

Video of the township at Mzoli's Braai space. Don't know if it will actually work.

There is a lot of corruption in South Africa and, like Illinois, it seems to be more or less expected. However the people of South Africa seem to take a greater offense to it than they do in Illinois. At least in the Chicago area where it seems to be ignored to a large extent. While I have been here there have been any number of stories about politicians taking money from this or that project and either giving it to their friends or nobody really knows where it has gone. The president of the country apparently even openly admits that he has taken money and rather dares anybody to do anything about it. All the judges and prosecutors who might go after him are already in his pocket and they don’t want to step off the money train by filing charges against the president.

The infrastructure here also suffers, quite possibly due to the corruption. Things don’t get fixed in a timely manner. For example a stop light in Muisenberg has been totally out the entire time I have been here and I was told it has been for months now. Roads don’t get timely repairs and things have a tendency to break. There are also high parking fees, speed cameras all over the country, and what sounds like ever climbing electronic tolls. Sounds just like Chicago and Illinois because it is. The extent seems to vary by Provence but one thing that all South African’s have in common is “Load Shedding”. Load Shedding occurs over the entire country and is where the power is turned off to large areas for two hours at a time in order to save electricity and protect the system from overload. It starts at 10:00 am and rolls to a new neighborhood every two hours right through 10:00 pm. Think of it like planned rolling blackouts but nobody knows in advance when their area will go black or not. It is not just residential areas but business areas that get hit by Load Shedding too and if you have a restaurant or other business, you are just out of luck for the two hours if your power goes out and you have to close. The hours the power is off and the days constantly change too so it is really like playing the lottery as to who is going to be in the dark and when.

Apartheid ended a little over 20 years ago and before that the black and colored populations were not allowed to own business or property. And for the black population, movement around the country was restricted. It is hard to believe that in this day and age things like this went on as recently as 1990 but it was only until heavy international pressure was brought that South Africa reversed course in 1993 or 1994.

South Africa has a long history of racial segregation going back to the colonial days, but things like the passbook law came about largely after the 2nd World War. The passbook law said that if you were black or colored you had to carry this book on you at all times as a form of identification. It would say where you were allowed to go, when you could be there, where you had been assigned to live, and so on, and if you did not have it on your person, it would result in immediate jail time. It is rather ironic that soon after defeating the Nazis in WWII, an allied country would start to implement similar laws as were made for Jews. Real protests against the law began in the 1950’s.

Areas could also be declared for whites only and there has been a history of both black and colored South Africans losing their place to live overnight when it was declared white land only. One infamous example was District Six in Cape Town. This area was the predominate area where black or colored people lived in Cape Town. There was an entire community built up in the area which is just off where the Cape Town Train Station is today and ran south. In the late 1960’s the area, which has become the center of life for black and colored populations going back to the turn of the century, was declared white only and everybody was forced to move out in a form of racial cleansing. People lost homes and businesses and much of the area was bulldozed to make way for big homes and shopping centers.


District Six museum
Derek did not seem to want to talk about it but this includes my host’s family who were displaced. Today reparations are starting to be paid out for this but it is a very long and difficult process to prove you owned a home or business in this area as records were often not kept afterwards and it may come down to old family photos to prove you once live in one place or another.

Re-appropriation of farm land and business is occurring elsewhere as well and at at Madi a Thavha lodge in Limpopo, we were told as much as 99% of the businesses in that area have been ruined by this because the people who got them had no idea what to do with them. Or the simply stripped it for what they could and leave what is left to rot. One example was a private wildlife preserve near the lodge that used to be one of the nicest in South Africa. Six months to a year after it was turned over the locals had stripped anything of value and shot and killed all the animals. Things were just turned over without any kind of training or help to run it essentially it often became a hand out from the government that was simply used to immediately strip whatever value was in it. In that region things have started to change some but it had taken a younger generation to break habits and get educated on how to run things before the area has started improving.

I am not sure what much of the younger generation thinks but I did have several older people tell me that things ran much better and less corruptly during the Apartheid days and that they miss this. The police were a lot less corrupt than today, there was less violence and crime, and the infrastructure was in much better shape. The people who have told me this may not be whom you expect either, as it was always black or colored people who told me this. I think it is safe to say, however, that they don’t miss or wish a return to the injustices of the Apartheid days but miss a time when the government was much more efficient and less corrupt than what South Africa has today. The younger generations seem to equally dislike the corruption issues but seem to have a better overall outlook for the country in the long term. So perhaps it takes a generation or two before people’s attitudes and outlooks really begin to change. If that is the case than South Africa should start to emerge into more of an economic powerhouse in the next decade or two.

A Little About My South African Host Family & Surfing Project

Since I am actually in Peru at the time of posting this it is perhaps a bit behind but it is also easier to give a better picture than if I had tried in the first few weeks.

My host family in Cape Town was Derek and Philli Smith. They live in a town called Retreat in the southern suburbs of Cape Town and have two children, a son with two grand-children who lives just to the north of them and a daughter that lives in London. There is also a large extended family whom come over on occasion.

They are in their early 60’s and have been hosting volunteers for 9 years and have seen a lot of people come and go. It was somewhat quiet while I was there as their home can host up to six volunteers, but when I arrived there were just two who were in their last week and another volunteer who arrived a few days after me. So most of the time it was just four of us out of a possible eight in the house.

They have a pool in the back courtyard, too cold to use, the main house, what I will call a guest house/entertainment room and a third storage/fitness/game building on the property. It is not as big as it sounds but it was very nice and comfortable and the Smith’s were extremely generous and hospitable to us. They also have a German Shepard that protects the property, Nina. She has a mean sounding bark but I think the volunteers have ruined her as a guard dog as she was more interested in playing with us. Nina lived in the yard and would sleep outside our door at night when we were in the guest house.

Derek runs a wood flooring business and Philli used to work in health care but I think is retired now to take care of the house, volunteers and their two grandchildren who live in the area. Derek likes to drink whiskey, I like to do this too, and Philli also has a touch of the stuff but I got the impression prefers wine. The both like to entertain friends and family and, like all South Africans I met, they love their Springboks rugby. I hoped to get a picture with them but I did not get around to it and then my lack of planning on packing at the end left me scrambling and I finished only 5 minutes before the car arrived to take me to the airport.

The surfing program is run in Muisenberg by a guy named Chrisjan Bredenkamp who is studying psychology. I thought he was working on a PhD at first but not really sure now, let’s just say he is 25 and working on some type of post advanced degree. He works directly for Project’s Abroad but partners in the space with a friend of his from school named George. Their idea is to turn the café space we work out the back of into a community center that can help people in the area. The community space is just getting under way and they don’t take full possession of the café portion until September when the current lease expires. Otherwise the front is really a lunch café right now but I don’t know when it is supposed to be open. In the three weeks of working there I only saw people having lunch one time. More than half the time the current lessor is not even there and on more than once occasion we have had to tell people who wanted a coffee that the café was closed.

The outdoor cafe space at my project. It is 90 degrees stitched together from my Surface tablet which is why it looks a bit funky.

The surfing project itself works with at risk kids and adults every week. In the mornings we usually have guys from an adult drug rehabilitation center, nice guys who were college students/working guys before getting into drug rehab. We also have juvenile girls from local detention centers who are awaiting trials. They may be charged with criminal acts but they don’t seem to be hard core ones. They are also adults but could easily be in high school when I look at them. In the afternoons we get the school age kids. The young “Village” kids from Capricorn Township come on Tuesday and Thursday and a high school group from Lotus River on Monday and Wednesday. The little kids are a bit like herding cats sometimes but cool to work with and the high school kids are easy. They basically just come and do their thing and we just supervise and surf with them when there is enough equipment. Friday’s are a slow day and there are no groups right now. Chrisjan uses it to get some paperwork completed and the volunteers either do odd jobs or use the time to work on our own surfing.

Chrisjan’s goal is to touch around 100 people each week with the project and right now it is about half way to his goal and he expects it to pick up more once the warmer months arrive in Cape Town. At that time he and George are hoping to have the community space fully up and running and start having measurements in place where he can show the improvement in the people involved in the program from the time they start to six months, one year, etc. in the program.

All and all the whole project is low key for me, which is to my liking. The surfing group has a small number of volunteers in comparison to some of the other projects in Cape Town and it is at least 45 minutes from Cape Town by train. So in some ways it would be like living and working in Skokie outside of Chicago. So this means the party scene is not such a big deal to me and I am generally OK with that. I’ve partied enough in my 20’s so I rather like the slower pace. As for my roommate who wants to go out more, I don’t think he likes this all that much but he is 24. For me the idea was to take time off from work so in many ways the slower vibe of Muisenberg is just right for me.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Sounds and Feel of Cape Town II

A few other things to add that are a part of my experiences in Cape Town that I thought about after publishing the first one.

There is the taste of the ocean. Most every day for about three weeks I’ve had that briny taste of the False Bay as I’ve gone surfing. It leaves a slight taste on your lips, and occasionally a big taste as you swallow a mouth full or get the sea blasted up your nose from a wave. The smell of the salt water also hangs in the air like a blanket over Muisenberg and follows you around too as the water dries it leaves behind a salty residue and gets into your hair and on your skin until you take a shower.
Muizenberg beach

Emissions control in South Africa seems to amount to turning your car off when you arrive at the convenience store. In other words I don’t think they have any and there is a light haze of smog that tends to hang over the area. Traffic is not really any worse than what you would see in Chicago but the smell of exhaust hangs in the air, especially during the rush hours. I have not noticed a single hybrid on the road since I have been here.

The other thing I have not seen a single one of while I have been here is an automatic car. Everything I have seen has been a manual transmission, which I find a bit interesting. They have to be readily available here if people wanted them but I have to assume that the average South African has little interest in driving one. I drive a manual myself and have for years, but in the U.S. I have to search for one, just the opposite in South Africa, you would have to search for automatic.

Something I will not miss is the sidewalks and stairs in South Africa are not even, at least where I have been. With my years of engineering training (translated into zero) I could easily pick up a job building stair cases on the Metro line. Stairs are totally off and as I take the train one step is often not the same as the next. After 3-1/2 weeks I still trip up on the stairs at the station as they are not where I expect them to be. Some are 6” apart, some 4” and everywhere in between. They are also not always flat but sometimes have a few degrees pitch to them. There are times that I must have looked drunk trying to climb up and down the stairs.

Homes and businesses here are built like minimum security prisons. By that I mean that every house has a tall fence around it and these fences are often topped with spikes, like a wrought iron fence; strung with either barbed wire or razor wire; or running an electrical fence line to keep people out. It does not matter if you are living in a mansion or in a corrugated steel sheet structure in one of the townships, everybody has them. I have not witnessed much in the way of crime while in Cape Town, one purse snatch on the train, but it is absolutely on the mind of the average South African. Home security systems that dial up private armed guards are also quite popular and the signs warning trespassers is quite common.

House keys are a trip here. They are the big old fashion kind that probably have not been used in the U.S. since the 40’s or 50’s. They have what I would call normal keys but they consider these for locks and such and not for doors. I actually bought one as a souvenir at a locksmith shop and they guy thought I was a bit crazy when he asked me which key and I told him I did not care. He found it strange that we use the small keys.
My house keys vs. a South African house key

Sauce, South African’s love it and everything comes with it. You order a burger or some sandwiches and invariably it will be drowning in some type of sauce. And the sauce is typically something I have not every seen before. Peri Peri sauce is popular but I am not really sure what exactly it is. It looks like 1,000 Island Dressing and sometimes is not all that far off in taste too. There is also a spicy Peri Peri sauce but if you don’t like those then they also have a light colored sauce too. What they don’t seem to have much of is Ketchup or Mustard or BBQ sauce.

They also love their flavors here too. If you want to get potato chips I hope you like Mexican Chipoltle, Sour Cream, Cheese, Braai, and a bunch more flavors that I have never seen before. Some brands don’t even carry plain old salted potato chips, Lays was the only one I could find.

August 12/13 - The Guy In Seat 29-I

I sat next to a rather interesting guy on my flight from Cape Town into London. He was pretty scruffy looking with long hair and a beard that I doubt has been trimmed in ages, a t-shirt, old pair of pants and flip flops and a couple of bags with him that were dirty and a little beat. At first I did not really give much thought to him.

The guy’s name is John and he had just spent the last 9 months riding a bicycle 15,000 kilometers from London down to Cape Town and was now flying back home. 60 miles to 100 kilometers, so that equals out to 9,000 miles or similar to riding from NY to LA and back.

Originally John is from Cape Town and as it turns out, was staying with family in Musienberg where my surfing project was, but moved to London sometime after school where he has been for the last 10 years. Like me he got tired and ready to do something different and left his accounting job. However, unlike me he shed everything, donating it to Good Will so everything he currently owns is on this plane. John has literally been living out of several messenger bags he attached to his bike and sleeping in a tent, often in people’s yards that he met along the way. Add that he has been doing this on a budget of 10 Pounds a day!

He had a bicycle custom made for the trip in Germany and said it was so reliable that he only got four flat tires and two broken spokes during the entire trip. I should be so lucky riding my bike on the lake front trail. He covered 16 countries and said that the entire time he was traveling he almost never felt threatened by anybody and that the worst parts of the trip tended to be in France, where everybody was rude to him and chase him away, and just outside of Cape Town where he had to traverse some dangerous areas on the road. This was in part due to gangs outside of Cape Town who have fried themselves on the South African version of heroine, but also due to a lack of a shoulder and the psychotic driving habits of many South Africans. It is somewhat ironic to me that with all the fears of safety in Africa people have, the two areas he had the most trouble were among the most westernized and one was in Europe. He said that everywhere he went in Africa people were friendly and ready to share with him what little they had.

He actually reminded me a lot of one of my former roommates at Kansas, also named John, who also was an accountant and took off for parts unknown after graduating and traveled the world. He even looked like John in a lot of ways. The last time I heard from Kansas John was around 1995 or 96 when he sent a post card from Katmandu where he was teaching English.

It is a little bit inspiring to meet somebody like that and frankly makes me feel very much the amateur with my trip. Sure I left my job but I really have not shed anything for wanting to come back to it. In some ways keeping my stuff is like putting down an anchor that I can return to but in other ways I wander too if it holds me back.

If you are wanting my stuff, keep waiting as I am not planning on turning it all loose. But it is a bit inspiring to see that in this day and age there are still people who have a bit of a hippy spirit to them, ready to cast off everything and just go where the road takes you in the spirit of On The Road or Into The Wild without the tragic end. I may not want to get rid of everything but it does makes me think I carry too much stuff.