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Journal Entry 32
-Quick! What’s the number for 9-1-1?!
At some point last night the power went out. And when it came back on, the electricity was so weak that it couldn’t even power the fan. Candles had to be lit even with the lights on, and it was ridiculously hot. I woke up at four and stayed awake, unable to sleep but still pretending to. The mom came in at some point and stroked my forehead. And thus began my last day in Guabito Panama. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: a last goodbye, internet, practical jokes, regrets
Hello, HoverDad here (although you may have already guessed that by the author line, assuming I set this thing up to show the author. If not, tough). Our year (and by year, we really meant eleven months, but who’s counting?) in Guabito, Panama has come to an end, ten months early. Our Lils has scampered off, and is at this moment (assuming that you are reading this within ten hours or so of posting) on a bus to the Big City. Yes, she is off to La Chorrera, Panama! Oh, that’s not the Big City? Well la-dee-da. Fine. The bigger than Guabito city. La Chorrera, home to waterfalls, famous sportsball people, and most importantly, some basic infrastructure that was unfortunately lacking in Guabito.
I would have loved to have seen Lils finish out her exchange in Guabito, but since it is an educational exchange, not a humanitarian exchange, she had to move on to somewhere with the electricity and running water and reliable class schedule that she needed for her education. And really, I’d think they would want someone more human for a humanitarian exchange . . .
Anyway . . . good luck Lils. Hopefully your 200 year bus ride won’t be too exhausting. And if anyone has any ideas on how Guabito, a town surrounded by rivers, can create a reliable water supply, maybe we can ship Lils back down there to work on the water system in a few years on a humanitarian exchange. She should be able to withstand the horrors of drain grime by then.
Tags: Chorrera, electricity, exchange, Goodbye Guabito, lils
Journal Entry 31
-I’m telling you Teal’c, if we don’t find a way out of this soon, I’m going to lose it. Lose it. It means go crazy. Nuts. Insane. Bonzo. No longer in possession of one’s faculties. Three fries short of a happy meal. Wacko!!!
School today started with the classroom being locked again. So we stood around outside until we had to go to the all school meeting thing in the courtyard, for the oath taking/flag raising/prayer/singing bit of the day. Then we were left in the courtyard, waiting there in the already hot sun as the last class. It got to the point where I contemplated using my years of acting to my advantage, and pretending to pass out. Luckily, it was unnecessary. We were led into the now unlocked classroom to find it packed completely full of desks. 9X7, with a few more crammed into the corners, and more being slid in after us. I was told by the English teacher not to ask. I just smiled and nodded. But I was even more curious. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: boobler, flipping off, lemons, locked out again, Nataly, NPA, rain, school presentations, sleep, smack to the head, thunder
Journal Entry 30
-Give a man a match, he’ll be warm for a minute. Set a man on fire, he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
Yay. Woke up in yet another another power outage. Someone in the real world wanna count them up for me? I’m too effing lazy, and I can’t count beyond thirty without needing a calculator. Ok, a thing of coffee to keep me from falling asleep. Anyway, no electricity, no washing my clothes, no shower, and, oh joy, the water has decided to go kaput too! I went to the kitchen, only to discover that there was absolutely no water. I tried to sink in the outside room next, and though there was some water, there was almost no pressure, so it basically just fell out a few drops at a time. At least there is drinking water in the fridge and in the water tank. Yay. I have something resembling a hope. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: dehydration, guabito, lack of water, power outage, thirsty, water shortage
Journal Entry 29
-Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
The mom started going through my suitcase again. I kept hoping that she’d find my tampons, and then do something that would get me out of here today. The shower isn’t clogged anymore, but it’s still disgusting, and the water is still nasty. If I could get out of here fast, maybe I could focus on doing something other than bitching and moaning. And now the music is back. I can feel it, and hear it, and even Metallica can’t drown it out. There doesn’t seem to be much left for me to do. All of the clothes from the laundry basket are spread across the floor again. At least I finally have new sheets on my bed, and a new “blanket” which is just a second sheet again. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: birthday party, birthdays, candy, carol, Changuinola, clean bathrooms, cousins, heaven, Hell, i want to stay, jesus, Minions, Nataly
Journal Entry 28
-Don’t give into reason! I can’t lose you yet! It’s too soon!
Well great. The mom kept wandering into the room every time I contemplated getting dressed, so I ended up waiting till she had left and the bathroom was vacant to change into school clothes. Then Nataly and Elizabeth left without me again, because I had totally forgotten to put my hair in a ponytail and needed an extra minute to do so. As usual I caught up to and passed them before they even made it a quarter of the way to school. Nataly just doesn’t seem capable of walking and talking at the same time, and therefore goes at a snail’s pace in order to keep up her conversation. And about halfway to school, I realized that my toothbrush was still in my skirt pocket, which was just great… Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: blood, elizabeth, frogs, laundry, mystery meat, Nataly, scary food, slow people, spam
Journal Entry 26
-I am in my own little world. But that’s okay. They know me there.
The grandmother stayed over again last night. She was out watching soccer on the tv when I left for school this morning.
This morning also started with no water other than the two inches of dark brown stuff in the bottom of the bucket. I spent five minutes trying to get the stupid thing to work, and eventually had to get Nataly, who fussed with it for a while as well. The water finally decided to reappear, but by then, Nataly informed me that she and Elizabeth were going to school. So I ended up getting dressed in privacy for once, and got to walk to school alone again. Which was really nice. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: agony, difficult humor, dirty water, foam, glitter, glitter fight, grandmother, headache, ibuprofen, panic attack, pencils, sarcasm, shaker, speech, stabbing
Journal Entry 25
-I’m an angel, honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo straight!
Today came with a pleasant surprise. We were allowed to wear jeans and other shoes to school. I don’t exactly know why, but I was pretty glad. I chose to wear my (Maddy’s) boots, which I oh so dearly love, and with no amount of sarcasm. Don’t worry Maddy, I love you more! We had to wear the same white blouse thing as normal, but mine are all ridiculously big. So I borrowed one of Nataly’s. My skirts are also way way to big, even though they almost fit me when I first got them. I have to wear my belt with both of my shorts, and my clingy shirts aren’t so clingy anymore. It’s kinda nice. I actually fit into my clothes now. I also managed to sleep last night. Which was absolutely lovely. Not that it did much for my sanity… Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: bird and the bee, brothers k, carol, chocolate, distractions, elizabeth, hand sanitizer, jeans, missing chocolate, money, Nataly, nook, plot twists, sanity (or lack thereof), sleep, speech, touch screens, untouchable, water, where the f*** are my parents?
Journal Entry 24
-A ghost could be humping you right now, and you’d never know.
I did not sleep. Ok, I went to bed at ten, got to sleep around twelve (I blame the “bed” being in quotations), woke up at two, went back to sleep, woke up again at three to hear little scuttering and clicking noises which I had no interest in investigating, then woke up again at 4:47, and decided, fuck this, I’m gonna be woken up in thirteen minutes to get ready for school anyways, which doesn’t even start till 7. Also, loud bass is not conducive to an easy, or even possible, sleep. Someone in the nearby vicinity (oh wait, that included the entire fucking town!) likes to play their “music” between twelve pm and three am. The only time it stops is during a fucking power outage, which luckily happens quite frequently. Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: broken glass, doves, evil plans, frozen bubbles, loosing, no sleep, no water, old music, people who couldn't spell losing to save their lives, pequito palms, rats