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So in the spirit of sharing and procrastination from packing, a blog shall be constructed!
So this time next week I will hopefully be in Peru.... still hasn't really sunk in but I think I finally have a majority of things covered. I'm so looking forward to getting out there, let out my nature geek a bit and soak up some rainforest. Im also really keen to get to grips with some of the projects, I hear theres a new tapia in town!
I'm going to endevavour to keep these reasonabally short (nobody likes an essay) try and keep u guys up to date with what im up to!
Having managed to survive the week without contracting another stomach bug, I was all set to spend a great weekend exploring some more of the Sacred Valley. Friday afternoon after work and a lovely almuerzo of saltado,my favourite Peruvian dish so far, I headed off to Pisac with two friends. Pisac is famous for its market which is so popular the guide books say how it has taken over the whole town. Sunday is the main market day, but also therefore the daay that attracts the most gringos so we wanted to avoid these tourists now we´re residents of the Sacred Valley for a while. However after a gruelling hour and a half drive on a bus packed with people we arrived to find out most of the market had closed because they were expecting rain. We had a quick look round and I discovered how being white instantly mad the price of goods double. Disheartened we headed to a bar overlooking the main square, the plaza aramas. We were just settling down to some nice drinks when a band started to play outside. Rushing to the balcony it turned out the next day would be the Anniversary of Pisacand so the local schools weremarching around the squarewith banners and candles to the cheers of the town who had come out to watch. The streets were packed with people and the children looked amazing in their traditional costumes, though also slightly bedazzled by the crowds. The elder children played in the brass bands providing a triumphant tune for the niños to march to as they tried to keep in step with other.It was amazing to see and we really had VIP seats overlooking the whole event.
For tea we spoilt ourselves and enjoed a nice, filling vegetable lasagna with hot chocolate brownie and ice cream for dessert. We had gone, I´m afraid to a real gringos´ bar, but we ...
The sun has been shining and my stomach has been settling. I´m back eating cheese, milk in my tea (when I can find it, oh how I miss the fresh milk on the doorstep each morning at home!) and lots of chocolate biscuits. I´ve been asked if I lost any weight while I was ill, and I honestly have no idea, but if I did I think I´m probably making up for it now, how can I not when I´ve found a lovely panaderia (like a bakery) which sells lovely cakes!
But enough about food. Back to school at last on Tuesday and I can´t say enough good things about the students. They are just such typical teenagers, but so lovely and trying so hard to get their work right, they hate it if you correct when you´re marking - a few have actually tipexed out my correction and rewritten it themselves! Copying though is rife, especially in the one class. My teacher has told me he did not teach them last year and they are a little behind the other classes, but they attempt to make up for it by the most inconspicuous copying. I know it always happens in schools, but normally the students have some idea what the exercise is about, but these really didn´t. It was such a shame as they are bright kids, but when they are taught just one hour of English a week, it´s hard for it all to sink in and stay there.
I attempted to ask to play some games as a warm up, but I don´t think my teacher understood me at all. Just as when someone is talking away at me in Spanish I say "si" with no idea what´s being said, I have a feeling he uses "yes" in the same way. However, he then dropped a bombshell I was not ready for. Wednesday I was to teach all day, by myself as he would not be coming into school. This was to be my third day ever at the school, and the ...
Jeej! Mijn eerste blogbericht, geschreven precies een week voor vertrek. Dinsdag 20 november (ik vlieg om 7.50 's ochtends vanaf Schiphol) ga ik zes maanden weg naar het buitenland. Waarvan vier maanden Peru en twee maanden in Costa Rica. In beide landen zal ik in een gastgezin verblijven. Wat ik nu weet over mijn gastgezin in Peru is dat het bestaat uit de moeder (Nimia), de vader (Ajul), een dochtertje van acht jaar (Aeleen) en een zoontje van zes(Derek). Ze hebben ook een meisje van zestien (Rebeca) die de moeder helpt met het huishouden.
In de eerste drie maanden zit in Cuzco in mijn gastgezin. De eerste maand in Peru ga ik een Spaans cursus doen. Daarna volgen twee maanden vrijwilligerswerk in een ziekenhuis. De laatste maand in Peru zal ik door het land gaan reizen, mijn vader komt drie van de vier weken meereizen met mij! We zullen onder andere de Machu Picchu, Arequipa, het Titicaca meer, Puno en een stukje regenwoud gaan bekijken. Na het zien van een groot gedeelte van Peru vertrek ik vanuit de hoofdstad van Peru (Lima) naar de hoofdstad van Costa Rica (San José). Daar zal ik de laatste twee maanden van mijn verblijf in het buitenland weer vrijwilligerswerk doen in een ziekenhuis. En als het goed is zal ik dan op 18 mei aankomen op het vliegveld van Brussel.
Als je een vraag hebt stel die dan via de mail of laat je vraag achter in de comments. Ik heb heel veel zin om te gaan, maar ik vind het ook wel erg spannend worden nu het vertrek steeds dichter bij komt! Vanavond ga ik beginnen met mijn koffer inpakken, hopelijk zullen er zich niet teveel problemen voordoen, zoals teveel spullen mee ;)
My body seems determined to break down around this time of year. Last year my appendix decided to give in up in York landing in me hospital for days. And now, almost eleven months exactly down the line, I end up with salmonella. (Maybe Stafford hospital´s reputation precedes it and my body is determined never to go there, even if the alternative is in Peru!) Tuesday, after just my first day in school I started coming down with a fever. All night I was spinning from one extreme of temperature to another. Next day I went to the local doctors, which is located at the back of a pharmacy where, let´s just say a certain kind of sample was taken. It was decided I had a parasite and should take but 6 - and I´m not exaggerating - different tablets to combat the parasite and my various symptoms. But to no avail. Because when you keep throwing up, the tablets aren´t in your body long enough to work!
So next day I went back to the doctors and was put on a drip for three hours to rehydrate me. Its sounding like a lot of fun isn´t it? But still come Friday I felt awful and was still throwing up. So the decision was taken to send me to Cusco to a hospital there for further treatment. I was packed into a taxi with others and off I went with a small bag of clothes - and a book of course - just in case I was going to be kept in over night. Cusco is 3400m above sea level, Urubamba 2870m, but even this difference in altitude messed with me while I was curled up in a taxi across from a lady with a child on her lap eating a hamburger. I hate to admit it, but I felt things rising. I planned a last resort hoping I wouldn´t have to use it. Sadly, I did. Eventually the sickness and altitude and probably sheer nerves got the better of me and within second ...