Monday, February 6, 2012

Thanks!


I enjoy writing this blog.  It’s cathartic for me and since I find myself wildly humorous, I laugh a lot while I write.  Sometimes I write some really sarcastic and nasty stuff which I erase.  Still makes me feel better to get it out.

It’s a treat when someone comments on one of my posts.  Or when I look at the stats and am amazed to see how little there is to do in the United States that people are taking the time to read about my very routine life here in Samoa.  It makes me smile to know that somebody is out there reading.  Cheering me on, or just waiting to see if I’ll go over the edge and kill somebody with a coconut.  (It could happen, some days.)

If there are things you want to hear more (or less) about, just let me know.  Thanks for reading.  And for sharing Samoa with me.

Friday, February 3, 2012

More Savaii Photos

I'm having some technical difficulties so these are a bit out of order.  Hope you enjoy them anyway.

Vacation Photos

I'll be sharing vacation photos during the next several entries.  Don't you love technology when I can upload all my pictures and you can just ignore them?  Better than the olden days when you had to be polite in someone's living room while they bored you to tears with their photos.

There is a slight glitch.  On the last day of vacation I realized I'd lost my camera in New Zealand.  Luckily, I figured out it may have fallen out of my purse in the rental car.  The nice folks at Budget found it and are mailing it back to me.  Sadly, it seems that the New Zealand postal service, like the US Postal Service, is unaware of the difference between Somalia and Samoa.  Clearly the entire world needs more geography training.

These photos were taken when my friend D and I enjoyed my village and the sights around Savaii.

Donna and our guide at the lava fields.  They were standing inside the church whose outer walls survived the lava flow in the early 1900's.

After dinner on our second night we had a floor show.  It was just us and six fun Australians.  I attempted to show how to do a traditional Samoan dance.  I failed, but it got everyone, Aussies and Samoans up and dancing.  Open air, on the beach.  does it get any better?

We saw sea turtles.  Back home, my brother said he's seen a lot lately in our lagoon.  I thought I saw a huge one yesterday then realized it was a spear fisherman.

I didn't know the Bon Jovi bus came to Savaii - I thought there was only one in Upolu.

View from the dining room at Le Lagoto where I had the fabulous pizza from Sekia Pizza.

There's a place on the northeastern end of Savaii - Sekia Pizza.  Best pizza on the island, I believe.  Ok, there's only one other place on the island that sells pizza, but nontheless Sekia is stellar.  And they deliver.  To the beach!  Or, in our case, to the dining room of the beautiiful resort (Le Lagoto) next door.  Cool beans.

View of my room at Va i Moana in Asau.  That's an outdoor shower on the left.  The deck goes out over the water.

View of my fale deck when tide was out.  Taken from a boat.

This guy was remarkable.  Talk about service.  He did it all - bartender, waiter, busboy, entertainer (he's playing the ukelele in the photo above) and tour guide when we took the two hour boat/snorkel trip.  That cost $10 USD.

Bus Wounds


 PCV’s in Samoa use public transportation.  That means buses.  At least twice a week I’m on a bus, usually to go to Salelologa for shopping and the post office.  Usually it’s uneventful.  I try to travel when buses aren’t packed to the gills but that’s not always possible. 

Saturday mornings, for example.  Sunday it is traditional to have a big meal after church with all the family.  That means doing a lot of shopping on Saturday.  Saturday is the best day to buy fish (largest selection) and also there are more vendors selling fruits and vegetables as well.  This morning the bus was packed.

One of my favorite teachers was on the bus so we rode together, shopped together and then rode home together.  That’s when I got another bus wound.  It is common for people to smoke on the bus.  A young guy got on this morning, holding a lit cigarette.  As he brushed past me, he accidentally burned my arm with his cigarette.  Ouch.

That bus wound joins the currently black toe nail.  I got that when a guy accidentally dropped a case of tinned mackerel on my foot.  Ouch, again.

Two weeks ago a guy clocked me in the temple with his elbow as he was getting off the bus.  It was an accident.   That one didn’t leave a mark but hurt like heck for awhile.

Riding the bus has helped me meet people.  It’s also inexpensive and demonstrates that I’m living like a local.  But boy, I can’t wait to have my own car again.

General Musings


Flies.  Hundreds of them.  At home, at school, at the market.  I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even bother swatting them off me.  It’s hopeless.  Some say there are so many because of the rain.  Others say it it’s because of all the ripe breadfruit on the trees and the ground.  I don’t know why there are times when we don’t have many flies and other times, like now, when they cover everything, but it’s maddening. 

On the other hand, I haven’t used my mosquito net for the last three nights, which is wonderful.  I don’t know where the mosquitoes have gone but recently just using a coil seems to work, rather than my normal two tiered approach of coil and net.  I hate mosquitoes more than flies, although it’s a close race. 

One of my kids, a boy, seems to have issues at home.  He’s frequently absent for days at a time and always seems to be hungry.  I’ve written about him before.  We got into the habit of him coming to my room each morning before school and I’d slip him some food.  Usually a sandwich of some kind.  He didn’t care what it was and I’ve seen him eat an entire loaf of bread while hardly slowing down to take a breath.

Yesterday he arrived with one flipflop.  He was limping because he had a cut on the foot with no shoe.  I went to my family’s store and bought him a pair of jandals (flipflops).  They cost $10 tala.  I finally got up the nerve to talk to one of the teachers about him, since they’re neighbors.  I’d hesitated because the culture here requires that if a child embarrasses his family, he’s beaten.  Telling me he’s hungry would be wrong because it makes his parents look bad.

It worked out this time, though.  She agreed that there are problems in the home.  His father has a good job but also a drinking problem.  His mother has a gambling issue and if you want to play bingo twice a day you can lose a lot of money here.  I was invited to play bingo once but declined when I found out it was going to cost me $100 the cards.  Too rich for my blood.  I guess I’ll just keep bringing sandwiches to school every day.

Speaking of school, yesterday they announced which classes the teachers will be teaching.  The teachers had just found out the day before.  Then the teachers went to their classrooms to get them cleaned and organized.  I no longer have a classroom, which is a bummer.  I’d asked my boss to use the small room that was recently added on to the hall.  It was to be used for the computer room but it was decided that having the computer on the first floor wasn’t secure enough.
I was told it was too small and I couldn’t hold classes there.  I suggested that I could keep my materials there and teach in the regular classrooms, rotating as I did when I first arrived.  I asked about it again and was told that they would be storing extra furniture (cabinets) in that room.  I asked where I should put my things, since, thanks to generous friends, I’ve accumulated boxes of resource materials, art supplies, stickers, etc.  After much discussion and me getting a bit huffy, I was allowed to haul my stuff into the room.  The teachers even tracked down a couple of benches for me to use.  The room is large enough for me to teach small groups, which I’m hoping to do more of this year.

I explained to the teachers that I’d like to build shelves so I can put all my stuff out.  That way, the other teachers can also use the stuff.  My goal is to have a resource room in place by the time I leave.  I’m also working on having soft copies of materials on the computer. 

The kids were fascinated by seeing me in the room.  At one point there were a couple of dozen kids standing outside, peering in through the screened windows.  I was sitting on a bench, reading.   I suggested they go stare at the new teacher but I guess staring at a palagi you know is more fun than staring at a new Samoan teacher. 

Some of the kids came in and asked to put together the animal jigsaw puzzle.  I don’t believe they’ve ever seen one before.  This one is easy, with about 20 large pieces.  It took 3 Year 8 boys over 15 minutes to put it together.  If you want to send anything, simple, kindergarten jigsaw puzzles would be great.  The kids love them and it’s a good skill builder.

Today is Saturday and I woke up early to the sound of my brother’s alarm.  I listened to the same two lines of a Beyonce song ten times before he finally quit hitting snooze and turned it off.  Because of the rain, it was cool last night and still is this morning.  Heavenly.  So far today I’ve done a bucket of laundry, dusted and swept the floors, changed the sheets and taken a cold shower.  Now I’m heading out to wait for the bus to go to the market.  The routine is back.

Teachers' Meeting - Year 2


We had a teachers’ meeting this week at our school.  I didn’t attend.  I was at school, but busy helping fix lunch for the 60 teachers who attended.  Chicken curry, rice, fried chicken and raw hot dogs.  We covered the fried chicken and hot dogs with catsup. 

The teachers told me I should be at the school at 4 a.m.  Yeah, right.  It was a shock when I woke up at 6 a.m. to see the lights on at the school.  I headed over with gifts in hand.  I took Milo (like Ovaltine, from NZ) bread, peanut butter and jam.  I also took a huge chocolate bar.  I was welcomed warmly.

Teachers from other schools began arriving about 8:00 a.m. for the 9:00 a.m. meeting.  I was wearing one of my best puletasis because I didn’t realize I’d be frying chicken and swatting flies for five hours.  Midway through the meeting, I saw two of the teachers leaving in a car, so I ran and hopped in.  We went to the store for the catsup and some dish soap then to a teacher’s house for the niu (young coconuts) she had chilling in her refrigerator.

Sadly, we ran out of fried chicken but there was plenty of curry and rice.  As I helped plate food for 60 I didn’t realize until mid-way through that it had become normal to me to rip the stem off leaves before I used them to line a “plate” made of woven coconut fronds.  Those were the plates for all but the principals.  No cost, disposable and some of the leaves had been washed,which was a good thing.

Instead of bottled water, which is expensive, we served niu – young coconuts.  Popular, healthy and tasty.  The fact that they are free is a bonus.  The “juice”of the niu tastes like water with a hint of coconut.

I’d shared a fried drumstick with two other teachers as we cooked.   I’d been around food for hours and just wasn’t hungry.   I passed on the plate of food each of our teachers received after the meeting was over.  But not accepting food is troublesome here.  I was asked repeatedly what was wrong.  “Are you unhappy?”  “Nope, just full.”  “You want to take food home?”  “No, thanks, I don’t care for curry that much.  Better for you to take it.”  “You must be unhappy.”  No, really, I just wasn’t into the chicken curry.

 The fact that they’d left the raw chicken at room temperature overnight was also a tiny concern.  Mostly, though, I just wasn’t hungry.  Two of our older teachers participated in the meeting and ate a full lunch with the other teachers of the district.  Then they ate another full meal with the rest of us.  They can’t understand why I’d turn down food.  I went home and ate an apple.  Talofai, as they would say here.  Sad that I would eat fruit instead of chicken.