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Seashell by the seashore

Journal Entry 33

9/10/13

-There are 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who do not.

I have one thing to say. Panamanian buses suck. They keep them at icebox levels of coldness, and the windows don’t even open. Meaning that every time I had the urge to puke, there was nowhere to do it. The bathroom is also locked. I ended up having to mentally (and literally) talk myself down from the feeling of upchucking the measly dinner I was able to stomach. Read the rest of this entry »

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Stormy Weather

Journal Entry 32

8/10/13

-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 »

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Condemned

Wandering the forgotten forest tagged in red,

The noise ceases for today.

Leaves have not fallen, and never will.

A life, frozen in time, enveloped in stillness, breaths again,

But quickly.

The forest breaths, fluttering strips of red, fresh-cut blood evident on the fallen.

Dying bugs drowning in the sap buzz angrily their faults,

And the faults of the forest.

For what was once a home is now nothing more than a reflection,

Shattered a hundred times.

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Pylon

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.

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Dull bike

Journal Entry 31

7/10/13

-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 »

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Ducklings

Journal Entry 30

6/10/13

-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 »

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Grandma Piñata

Journal Entry 29

5/10/13

-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 »

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flower

Journal Entry 28

4/10/13

-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 »

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Fruit thing I've been eating

Journal Entry 27

3/10/13

I love sunsets, long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a

stick. How about you?

Having had no classes today has made it quite interesting. Someone brought a soccer ball to school, and some of the guys are playing soccer in the six by fourteen clear space in the middle of the classroom. They are trying to attempt some pretty fancy tricks. Trying. Not really succeeding. Mostly they just kick it really hard against the wall. It’s pretty funny to watch though. However, they do keep nearly nailing me in the head with the ball, which ended up with me actually nailing one of them in the face with the ball. And one of the guys keeps wandering over to have a look in my journal. Two of the other guys in class have set themselves up at the teacher’s desk with their laptops and some speakers and are playing music at a comfortable volume. Read the rest of this entry »

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Nataly Again

Journal Entry 26

2/10/13

-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 »

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