Oct 30, 2011

Reason 4: To Face Reality


Four months ago—a hazy time I now think of as the long, long ago—I had yet to leave one of the wealthiest countries in the world, the United States, and my favorite past time was imagining all of the ups and downs I would face while living in a new and foreign country. Fast forward a few months and here I am, living those ups and downs.

Some difficulties are standard Peace Corps fare, and I’m not surprised to find them here in the Philippines. The absence of hot showers, quality Mexican food, and toilet paper for instance, have all been unpleasant but not wholly unexpected. In fact, I find myself coping with the loss of these luxuries fairly well.

But what surprises me most about life in the Philippines are the trials and tribulations that are unique to this place. As a country that stands wedged between the Eastern and Western worlds—a country dominated by the Spanish, ravaged by the Japanese, and recently emancipated from a tumultuous period of stewardship by the Unites States—the Philippines is a land of contradictions.

Gripped by poverty, a swelling population, and political corruption, the Philippines is also host to an astonishing array of megamalls, including (or so I’ve heard) one of the world’s largest malls, The Mall of Asia. Professionals, laborers, and abandoned street children all walk together each day along the same crowded streets. And in a land that stresses the importance of family, one of the largest contributions to the country’s financial sector comes from the earnings of overseas workers who work abroad without seeing family or friends for periods lasting several years.

A picture of my recent excursion to a smaller, but still gigantic mall in the nearby province of Pampanga.


This last month has been on of reflection for me, and all of the challenges that face the Philippines can at times seem insurmountable for one confused Peace Corps volunteer to handle. But, some part of me knows that this period of deep ambivalence is just part of the adjustment process; afterall, I have a lot to be thankful for.

I’ve enjoyed getting to know locals and my fellow volunteers, I no longer get lost wandering the city, and I have shaken hands with Mayor “Bong” Gordon on more than one occasion. In fact, despite having only spent a little over a month in Olongapo, I’ve even had a few successes at work: I've taught a few English classes, volunteered at a center for girls, and even managed to offer a series of trust building games at a Boy Scout camp.

But, so far the conditions here are still putting a damper on my spirits., making it difficult for me to “settle in”. That said, November is a new month and I hope to find happier, less equivocal times over the horizon.

So, until next month...
Palaam!

Sep 17, 2011

Reason 3: To Hear Foreign Swear Words

Whew! After 11 weeks of training, my time as a "trainee" is at an end. 


Pictured: my training cluster (minus one) and I dressed to the nines. Not-pictured: my last minute panicked search for help when I realized I didn't know how to tie a tie.

On September 16th, 2011, I officially swore in as an official, bona fide Peace Corp Volunteer (officially). I can honestly say that this is the first time I've ever been excited to work my way up to a position where I didn't receive a paycheck and, despite a 40 hour work week, was refereed to as a "volunteer". Still worth it, I think.

For those interested (i.e. relatives who are contractually obligated to care), a recording of the swearing-in ceremony can be found below:

And much like the movie "Fight Club" if you look closely you'll see scantily clad figures spliced in throughout the ceremony.

From culture shock to learning a new language to working on the weekends (sacrilege!) training was quite the ordeal. But as my TCF (Technical and Cultural Facilitator) liked to say, "Which is more cruel? Boot camp, or sending troops into battle unprepared?"

Wise words, though I had hoped the "Peace Corps" wouldn't involve any cruelty at all.

Pictured above my TCF, looking unusually godlike.

Still I have to admit, despite my constant complaining, thanks to my TCF and LCF (Language and Cultural Facilitator) I feel ready to live in a foreign country for the next two years. And when I look back on training, I realize that I've accomplished a lot:

I've learned to carry an umbrella at all times (because typhoons are sneaky).


My LCF and I warding off invisible raindrops.

I've hiked through the bamboo jungle of Pamulaklakin, quenching my thirst with nothing save the water from tree vines and my water bottle. 

Hydration tip: swallowing a stick will distract you from the fact that you are painfully dehydrated.

I've witnessed (and in some cases climbed up inside of) landmarks dedicated to the shared history of the United States and the Philippines, including the WWII memorial cross at the top of Mount Samat in Bataan.

Although, the lack of a 50-story Jesus was disappointing.

I've even studied anatomy in the national language of the Philippines, Tagalog.

  Now, if only we could get her to take the labels off... 

I've seen deprived Peace Corps Volunteers tear apart a pizza the size of a small family like cheese-starved jackals

  
 My apologies to Julie and Catherine, both of whom are unfairly depicted here as cheese-starved jackals.

And most amazingly of all, I've danced the traditional Filipino bamboo dance, Tinikling, on-stage in front of more than a thousand people. To this day, I'm still not sure what happened to make me do this. But I'm glad I did.

If dancing on stage doesn't show a readiness to meet all the challenges of Peace Corps service, I don't know what does.


So, with all this training under my belt (which has a few new notches thanks to the healthy, vegan, Filipino Cuisine I've been eating), I'm ready to head off to my permanent site. And though I have a bitter-sweet goodbye to say to all the other trainees (now volunteers) that have made training a blast, right now I feel like celebrating!

So, until next month...
Palaam!

Aug 13, 2011

Reason 2: To Admire The Landmarks

Long time, no update. Just found out that I'll be placed at Gordon College in Olongapo City for the next two years! After training ends in September that is...


Ulo ng Apo or "head of the chief", a statue depicting the decapitation of Olongapo's founder. It also depicts that you don't @#%^ with Jollibee.

On a side note, I've decided to keep my writing (which has amounted to very little) separate from my Peace Corps blog entries (which has amounted to even less) by starting a second blog right here. Currently, all of my previous entries (both of them!) have been imported into this blog. 

Why start a second blog when I rarely update the first, you may ask? Who knows. I'm just hoping to find better internet access (read: any internet access) after training.

So, until next month...
Palaam!