Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The international chess throwdown....

While having a relaxing, exploratory walk through the heart of Tumbes, I came across two old men playing chess. In between the make shift stools, the board sat atop an empty cardboard box. The red paint of the checkered squares was faded with age and abuse, the wood grain coming through. The pieces themselves were of plastic, chipped and some were partially melted. They had character.

I stopped to watch the game. They looked like old men. They were neatly dressed, in clothes that had, like themselves, were worn but friendly. One of the men, who looked the older of the two, and worse player, had a habit of holding to his piece a long while after placing it but before letting go. I stood there, maybe 15 minutes, enjoying the battle of wits between the two old friends. There were always friendlily giving each other a hard time. As the game came to a close, they began to talk with me and invited me to sit down and play. Unfortunately, it was a bit late, and I postponed the game until after the weekend to Monday. I was told that they would be there around 2:30.

Monday rolled along, and I went by the spot at 2:15, no one was there. Went by again at 2:30, and still no one. I should have known. I went back the park and read for a while, came back to the spot at 3:30 and they were just getting started.

One of them gave up them gave up their seat to let me play. The international chess throw down had begun.

I had just wanted a small friendly chess game, but it quickly turned into Perú vs. The U.S.

We had gathered a small crowd of about 5 or 6 people. The tension was thick.

The game was even and I was really rusty. It was the first time I had played in about a year.

We started off slowly, testing each other. After about 8 minutes, I was up a pawn.

Then I made a mistake, and everything was looking pretty dire. I was unhappy with myself that I was about to lose and slightly annoyed that they kept making the game out to be Perú vs. The U.S.

Just when it looked as if all hope was lost, he gave me a small out and from the jaws of defeat I escaped and turned it around. I was down by a rook and knight, but in a beautiful series of about 5 moves, I turned the tables and had him on his heels. I ended up winning, but it was a lucky win. But it was still a win, and the U.S. can still hold its head up.

Needless to say, I will be playing with them about every other day and I am sure by the end of two years we will all be close friends.

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Ian McGrath 12/15/2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Swearing In




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Where classic cars live forever...

So, this is one thing that I am in continual amazement over. Get ready...

All of the taxis in Tumbes are old american classic muscle cars.

Just one more reason Tumbes is the coolest department in all of Peru.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Peruvian Style

Hey everyone, Ian here, just thought I would give you an update.

Alrighty, where to begin...

It has been a while since I have let you all know what the hell has been going in my life but I have started to get everything together and I have found myself with a little time and the means to finally get online, hooray!

I am officially a real Peace Corps volunteer (with an awesome vest that makes me look legit). The Swearing In ceremony was pretty cool, everyone was dressed up to the nines, there were people from the embassy there, and all of the host families made it out. It was sad, saying goodbye to all of the great friends I had made as everyone went of in different directions to different parts of the country.

My official site (where I am going to be living and working for the next two years)

San Jacinto, Tumbes, Perú

is located in the far northern department of Tumbes about 40 minutes from the Ecuadorian frontera.

It is a medium sized town of about 4,500 people. It is also the district capital with 9 or so small caserillos (small towns) surrounding it.

Upon arriving to San Jacinto, I was greeted by a crowd of townsfolk. Everyone important was there, the mayor, the various municipality leaders, and about 50 elementary school students all holding signs saying "welcome to peru" and "thank you" and others. I ended having to give a short speech. Thank goodness I had written it down because I was incredibly nervous, but I made it through it more or less unscathed. The mayor seems smarmy, but is nice to me. After a nice rendition of the Peruvian national hymn, which I knew none of and just stood there awkwardly for, a talent show started.... A few high school girls sang songs, little kids sang songs, and it was a very interesting awkward time.

After the welcome ceremony I went to meet my new family for the first time. I was a little apprehensive because I think a host family can make or break the experience. Luckily I had nothing to worry about as my new family is very nice and caring. My mother's name is Juana, dad's name is Grover, and my brothers are Roosevelt and Robson, 16 and 18 respectively. Grover is a police officer in Tumbes and totally looks the part. It is definitely nice to have an in with the police department because if something happens, god forbid, I think he would be able to help me out quite a bit.

We have a pet dog that is huge and vicious,(and I can't pronounce it's name) but I think it is warming up to me, it is barking at me less and less now. Maybe soon I will get up the courage to pet it, probably a while though because it almost took off a fellow volunteers hand yesterday...

The weekend of my arrival happened to coincide with the biggest town festival of the year, the aniversario of the town. Needless to say the entire town was out in the square partying it up and I was out there with them. My brothers started off at about 4:30 pm and by that time the party was well underway. There were two bands and lots of cumbia music. It was all in all a pretty good time. I only made it to about 10 pm, because it was more or less my first night in San Jacinto and I was exhausted from the 20 hour bus ride that it took to get there, and also by that point I was intoxicated as we had been drinking for a good 5.5 hours.
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So, Tumbes...

Let me start off with, it's hot, really hot. The weather is easily the most talked about topic in my town / area. And all of the conversations consist of "It's hot out..." and I respond "yeah it is" and that's it, but no one here ever bores about talking about the weather, it is as if they are continually surprised by how hot it is even though they having been living here there whole life. It has definitely become a good conversation starter for me. Another small issue here is that they have a distinctly different accent than Limeños, I'm not sure what is it is that they do differently but it sounds like a completely different language and I can barely understand anything anybody says.

Secondly, I enjoy mangoes and hammocks, and I enjoy them even more when they are combined. Actually as I am writing this email/blog post, I am laying in a hammock in my back yard in the shade. Thank goodness, because my house is an oven. With the tin roof, my house heats up very fast and even with the extra large fan that I just bought, it is really too hot to spend any significant time inside during the day.

Mangoes are so cheap here a stranger gave me an entire bag today for no reason other than I had sat next to them as we were waiting for a taxi...

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The nature is beautiful here; During my site visit I went to Los Manglares, or the mangroves, with a couple of community partners and a fellow volunteer. For 5 soles, or $ 1.66, we had a 4 - 5 hour boat tour. It was very beautiful and interesting. We stopped at one point and made our way out to the beach where we swam for about an hour or so. I had inconveniently forgot to bring my bathing suit so I swam in my boxers, nothing like making a good first impression, oh well.

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Alright, Thanksgiving, thanksgiving was as good as it could be without be surrounded by family and old friends. We - the Tumbes crew, the 10 volunteers that are currently serving in the department of tumbes - all met up for a good old fashioned turkey dinner on the beach. We went to a beach town called Zorritos about 30 minutes away from me and spent the day chilling on the beach getting sunburned, playing in the waves bodysurfing and playing a little volleyball. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of the event because I still don't feel comfortable bringing any thing of value into tumbes, so you will just have to take my word for it that it is more or less paradise.

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As for work to do here, there is plenty. Right now I am in the process of meeting with several different town leaders, and very soon I will be starting my community diagnostic in which I interview and learn about the community and try and help the community identify the problems and hopefully solutions that we want to work on over the next two years.

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Until next time... check out the pictures on the blog http://oldschoolpoetry.blogspot.com/

Paz!

Talent Show / Last days at TC

The kids putting on an awesome dance showcase at the festival in Oidor. They were troopers, it was crazy hot out. The traditional dances were very interesting and entertaining, the not so traditional dances, with different little kids grinding on each other like adults at a club were a little disturbing.



Lexie, one of my favorite people. Miss you!

Manglares - Oidor Fiesta

Looking off into the sunset on the Isla de Amor, apparently a very popular date spot in the Manglares. It is pretty although not very sanitary (no running water), that didn't spot us from having some awesome ceviche.


Darwin, gregs socio, goofball and all around entertaining guy.


Cutest dance group in Peru

Manglares

Andrea, the other doctor in Oidor, holding a delicious mango.


Visiting the Manglares...lots of birds and zancudos

Chillin on the beach with new Peruvian friends

Family, work, and play

The local botadero, where the town burns all of the trash...if it ever makes it out there.


3/4 of my new familia


Greg, we were at Puerto Pizarro, just about to catch a boat ride out to the manglares

A pretty boat.

Welcome to San Jacinto!




The town greeting me with open arms, signs, and choir performances...

Alto Piura Radio Hour!



Informing the people of the facts about H1N1. People were freaking out and going and killing all of there pigs...very bad for business.


FBT Alto Piura!




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Friday, October 23, 2009

Rainy Day Hike 5



On the road to find out...

Estudiando un captacíon



No puedes decir pero hay un toro enojado a lado de la camino.

You can't tell, but there is a very angry bull on the side of the road...I dodged it like a champ.

Rainy Day Hike 4



Hiking, just some pretty pics...



Rainy Day Hike 3



Una cascada

Lexie y Neil

Yo, posiblemente despues de agarrar un cactus y tomando una antihistamina que me puso en un estado de sueño.

Rainy Day Hike 2




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