lunes, 28 de marzo de 2011

welcome to the JUNGLE

I was so excited to visit my friend who had been volunteering in the jungle for several weeks, and to have the opportunity to see another diverse, beautiful area that this country has to offer. The adventures of this trip in the jungle began the Thursday night before, as I was packing and preparing for a 4:30am departure. The coordinator here in Cusco called and paid a visit to the house to drop off some mail that needed to be taken to the Reserve in the jungle because there is no post office there. When she brought the items to me she also explained that there would be a complete change in the four day itinerary, and I would not be riding the public transportation bus or be picked up there by my friend and a guide, but instead would be arriving there in one of the later days of the trip. I have quickly learned that Peruvians do not really do plans, it´s just not their thing. The whole trip was kind of just going with the flow because I never really knew where we would be going next, but there was never any stress about the situation at hand. This lack of stress is clearly portrayed by the lifestyles of the people here day in and day out. It is even evident in the clinic where a systolic blood pressure above 120 or 130 causes the doctors to be nervous and to have the patient come in on a regular basis for it to be checked because the´normal values´ are so much lower here. In the US, many patients come in with pressures over 150. The relaxed environment of this place can even be seen in my own bad habit change resulting in having long fingernails for the first time in my life.
 
 
So, I wake up bright and early, eagerly peaking out the front door for the 15-passenger bus to arrive and pick me up. And I wait, and wait, and wait. About 45 minutes later, I see a woman running down the street to come take me to the car about a block away; this is Peruvian time. And so we begin what we thought would be about an 8 hour ride to Manu. Traveling in the bus I got to meet 10 wonderful volunteers from the US, Canada, and Australia. They are also living in Cusco and volunteering in different areas of interest including construction, teaching, & medicine. They all live together in a big house; I kind of got an image of a Real World house in Peru when they described it to me. But, I was so thankful to have other companions to travel with and to be able to speak in English for a while. We all tried to sleep most the morning away, but the one-lane, bumpy, dirt road did not allow for very good rest. The bus came to an abrupt stop around lunchtime and we were instructed to gather all of our things and start hiking down a trail. There had apparently been a landslide, leaving no passage for vans or buses. So after hiking down a steep, slippery trail carrying our bags and heavy boxes of food, we were greeted at the bottom by two other small vehicles and we all squeezed in. At this point, I had no idea where we were going, if I would get to see my friend, where I was staying that night, and if I would even be able to get home on Monday (everyone else was planning on staying for at least 10 days). We piled into the two cars and continued the drive on. The road was constantly interrupted by waterfalls and creeks that the cars had to pass through, but eventually, 12 hours later we made it to the Reserve, where we were staying for the night. We hiked down another short trail and found ourselves at a briskly moving, large river. There were two cables running across the river and a platform to sit on, as someone on the other side pulled you across. The area was beautiful, full of life and surrounded by green and colorful plants. The courtyard of the reserve had lime trees and rescued animals, including some very friendly monkeys running around. After covering ourselves in bug spray we enjoyed a dinner by candlelight because it was pitch black dark by 6:00 and there was no electricity. Later, we crawled under our mosquito nets and got ready for a good night^s sleep before waking up at 5:30am to hike to a waterfall. The most amazing thing to me about the whole tour through the jungle was not only the beauty and hugeness of all the plants and wildlife, but the knowledge that the people of the jungle have about all the uses of everything there. Our guide lives in Cusco but was born in Manu and grew up there with her family, and through that learned all the many uses of the jungle plants. We passed by and learned about trees that are specifically used for inflammation. The sap is placed on wounds and the tea is drunk for any type of inflammatory problem within the body. There were plants good for digestion, the liver, infection, respiratory, and any other problem one can think of. Bamboo is also common in this area of the jungle and serves many uses for them, including: hunting, obtaining water, and they also believe that washing your hair in bamboo water will make it grow quickly. After a delicious breakfast of yogurt and fresh fruit we headed on to visit a coca plantation, a bird reserve, tour other small towns, go on a hike, and enjoy a 3 hour bumpy car ride to the next Reserve that we were staying at that night. On the way we stopped in Pilcopata, a small town (that does have internet) and our driver told us that he would not take us any farther because the roads were so bad. So, we waited for about an hour (you can walk around the whole town in about 15 minutes) for another car to come pick us up so we could continue on our journey. On the way, once again we crossed through the waterfalls, large streams, over rock piles, through herds of sheep and cattle, and through deep mud -- only getting stuck and having to push the car out one time. Around lunchtime the road ended into a large river and a small town with two working telephones. From there we took a boat upstream about 5 minutes to the Reserve on an island where we would be staying the next two nights. I finally found my friend; we had arrived at the reserve she had been volunteering at for several weeks, but she was feeling sick because of something she had eaten the night before so had to spend the day in her tent sleeping. So along with our guide, another volunteer at the reserve, and the newlyweds from Poland, I headed off in the afternoon to explore the nature of this jungle. We rode the boat further down the coast of the island where we encountered a small plantation of bananas, pineapple, ans sugar cane. Our guide, equipped with her machete bushwhacked through the thick brush until we came to a trail winding through the trees. I tried some of the most interesting foods this day, beginning with a mint-tasting termite at 6 in the morning. We ate fruits of all varieties, some type of sweet, fuzzy beans (which are apparently a monkey´s favorite food, over bananas), a type of wild tomato that had a sweet and sour taste to it, mushrooms, and berries. The following day we woke up around 4:30, headed out on the boat, and traveled downstream for a while until we arrived on an island shore facing a rock wall. Early in the morning hundreds of parrots and other birds come to this wall to lick the minerals off of it. So as the sun was rising over the river, we watched these beautiful birds and enjoyed our breakfast. Following this, we put on our tall boots and trekked through deep mud into the midst of the jungle for some more hiking around. We saw all kinds of magnificent wildlife and plants, including a gigantic tree thought to be over 300 years old. We had the afternoon free, so I decided to climb up the waterfall near the kitchen and was able to enjoy the solitude in being surrounded with even more of God’s spectacular creation.

One of the most memorable parts of this voyage was the return trip, lasting a total time of 21 hours, only slightly longer than the predicted 8 hours on the bus. The bus stop is in Pilcopata, and we were planning on leaving around 1 or 2pm so we could arrive home by 11 at the latest. However, after waiting for a while, we soon realized that this bus was not coming and we would have to take the bus leaving at 6pm. So we had lots of time for exploring this small town and the river nearby. But finally after killing time in this pueblo, we were on our way and the ride was going rather smoothly with only a few stops in small towns to pick up other people. Around 11:00 we reached the edge of Manu, and were greeted by several policemen rushing on to our bus and yelling at specific people to open their bags. Apparently this drug bust for cocaine is fairly normal because my friend and I were the only ones who seemed shocked by the whole situation. The coca leaf is one of the largest crops produced in this area of the jungle; it is full of nutrients and the tea is great for individuals trying to adjust to a higher altitude. However, the leaves are also used for the production of cocaine. So because of this, there is a limit put on the amount one can carry out of the jungle at a time. After the police had thoroughly searched the bus and carried one woman off with her bags, we were on our way once again. The next awakening did not come until 4:30am, when we jolted quickly to a stop.  Through the thick darkness, we could barealy see that a large truck carrying wood had gone off the side of the mountain, but not completely, leaving the one-lane road blocked, not permitting anyone to pass. So we waited there for 3 hours, in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service, and at least 2 hours away from any town with communication. By 7:00 there were six buses waiting full of passengers all trying to get to Cusco. At this point they agreed it would be best to take the one other road that leads in the direction of Cusco. However, the problem with this road is that it’s in the process of being built right now and they are using dynamite on it, so we were not sure if we would even be able to get far at all. Our first stop was at the Government Transportation Office because we had to get permission to go on this road, as it is not open yet to the public. The drivers also had to convince the workers to go ahead of us with the bulldozers so that they could clear the road, if there did happen to be any problems. Well of course there were; we drove around a corner and found ourselves facing a gigantic pile of rocks, which lead to more waiting for about two hours while they cleared off the road. We encountered a second pile later on that had to be cleared as well. But, finally we made it to a small village only an hour and a half away from Cusco, and all the passengers were just so thrilled to be almost home. However, here we had another encounter with the police. Though we all tried to explain that the bus had already been checked, they insisted and in fact found that the driver was carrying a ton of coca leaves. He was being questioned by the police, and it turned out that he did not have official documents (or a license) to be driving the bus. So he ran, yes he just ran away and all of the passengers were left stranded with a bus, but no driver. There were two taxis that people raced to claim, but we were too slow and missed this opportunity. So there was more waiting, but finally a sketchy combi pulled up and we all squeezed in with our bags and made our way to the outskirts of Cusco where we were able to take a taxi home. Whew …HOME at last, I was not sure if we would make it at all. But overall it was such an incredible and memorable trip being able to explore the incredible Manu Jungle ...the true Peruvian way.

jueves, 17 de marzo de 2011

vida en Cusco

It is hard to believe that four weeks have already passed since I returned from traveling around Peru. I feel like I am finally settled in this wonderful city of Cusco, knowing my way around, which busses to take, etc… however, I am beginning to realize that no matter how good my Spanish is or who I am friends with, it will be difficult not to be seen as a tourist and foreigner.  But, over the past four weeks I have had the opportunity to make some incredible friends with the locals here through work, salsa dancing, church, and playing volleyball on the weekends. The clinic I work at is quite possibly one of the nicest buildings in the outskirts of Cusco. It is privately owned and consists of many knowledgeable doctors covering nearly all branches of medicine. I was placed here to work on the language within the hospital because most of the doctors are able to speak a little broken English from having to care for so many tourists from all over the world. Though my Spanish has improved immensely, I had forgotten that there is a whole different dictionary of words to learn just within the work at a hospital, anatomy, and diseases.  It is not exactly what I pictured when I thought of working in a medical clinic in Peru, but it has truly been a great experience to learn and be prepared for future work or volunteering. I have been able to assist in the operating room, emergency, intensive care unit; with  x-rays and ultra sounds, draw blood from patients and observe it in the laboratory, inject and start patients on IV’s, distribute medicines, care for wounds, and just spend time talking with the doctors, nurses, patients, and the other two students from Germany.  The nurses there are the most hard-working, caring individuals; always concerned for others 12 hours throughout the day or night.  They were always willing to teach me and had such patience. We enjoyed learning new words in each other’s language and they loved to ask me about my thoughts on Peruvian guys.  Though some days there were not many patients, I was still able to learn a lot from the clinic and it has been wonderful to see that everything I am learning now is preparing me for more work that the Lord has planned for me in the future. 
My days here have been filled with work, school, salsa dancing at night, and trying not to get run over by the vehicles flying through the city streets.  I have yet to mention the driving situation that occurs here. If you have ever been the least bit nervous about my driving or a certain pole vault coach at University of South Carolina, you would absolutely have a heart attack riding in a taxi or combi here.  There may be lines in the road, but no one heeds to them. When a road is supposed to be three lanes, there are usually about five cars lined across. There is constantly weaving in and out, and drivers stop approximately ten centimeters behind the car in front of them; I am amazed that I have not seen more accidents. I don’t believe that there is a speed limit, probably in part because none of the speedometers in the cars work anyways.  The majority of cars are very old, rattling stick shifts and though the drivers are more than competent, they constantly stall out over the speed bumps. The most important rule to learn about the driving here is that pedestrians absolutely do not have the right of way, and cars will not stop for you to cross the street. The combi’s are the typical mode of transportation for the Peruvians here. It costs 60 centimos (about 20 cents), or 40c if you are a student to ride anywhere you want, ranging from three minutes up to an hour or two.  These combi’s are about the size of a 10-passenger van but on the regular, approximately 15-25 people are squeezed in at one time. You are lucky if you happen to get one of the newer vans that you are able to stand upright in, but normally you find yourself bent half over, squished up against five other people.  One of my best moments in a combi was during one of my first weeks here. The road where I would normally take the combi from was closed because of a festival (a very normal thing around here), so I walked around until I saw another bus stop. Luckily, right away I saw my favorite combi “Zorro” come by and knew it would take me straight to my house. However, apparently I got on it going in the wrong direction; I rode for about an hour continuing to go up and up into the pueblos above Cusco where they only speak Quechua. Every time I thought about getting out because I realized I was not heading towards my home, I looked around and saw no taxis, only gardens, run-down houses, and sketchy looking stores. Once we reached the top of a large mountain the driver told everyone to get off …uh-oh! I told him the stop I was trying to get to and of course this lead to much laughter between him and his companion. They let me stay on and I enjoyed the rest of the ride back to my house; in conclusion, this was my 60 centimos, hour-long tour of the outskirts of Cusco, truly unforgettable.  Another favorite experience of mine was when I was riding an unusually semi-empty combi to class one afternoon and a little boy was walking up and down the aisle when he decided to come climb up in my lap. He sat with me the entire 30-minute ride as we stared out the window and named the objects passing by.
My recently found love is for the dance of salsa and it has been entertained by the fact that possibly every single person here was born a natural, incredible dancer. This culture too just embraces the beauty of dance and the discotekas (clubs) have only salsa and meringue from 9-11 every night; it is a better workout than the classes at the gym! Cusco is full of festivals, and festivals always mean bright-colored costumes and dancing through the streets. The most recent “carnival” consisted of a parade of dancing, as well as water balloon fight amidst the whole city. This week of celebration, and particularly the specific day of “carnival” is every child’s dream. Literally, everyone runs around throwing water balloons and buckets of water at each other, and you are not allowed to be upset by it. All festival-goers are equipped also with a can of foam spray which always leads to sneak attacks and battles. The beautiful thing about this day is how much joy everyone has; it is a day solely for enjoyment for children and adults, as well as tourists and Peruvians alike.
I will be leaving for the jungle, Manu tomorrow morning at 4:30 to visit a friend who is volunteering there (and of course to enjoy the beauties of the jungle). When I return from this trip next week, I will begin to work in Ttio Hospital: a more rural, poverty filled place. I am excited to see all that the Lord has in store for me there; the things I will learn, be exposed to, and be able to share over the next two months.