Thursday, January 24, 2013

Hitchhiking!


I hitched for the first time in my life the other day, and I did it twice that day! The first time I was with my friend Kiri. We wanted to go to a nearby resort, so we flagged down a truck that was heading in our direction. In the States, when you want a ride, you stick up your thumb. Here, you stick your hand out, fingers down, and then move your fingers into your palm. That’s the same way you flag down cabs and buses here, too.

Anyway, the truck stopped for us and dropped us off at the resort. A few hours later, we were on the bus, headed to my house. I needed to grab my belongings because Cyclone Garry was supposed to hit 8 hours later, and we wanted to experience/survive another cyclone together.

The bus dropped us off at my house. We grabbed my bag, and discussed how we were going to get to her village. Then I said, “Lets hitch again!” We started walking on the side of the road, and flagged down the first truck that passed us. The driver stopped, and asked us where we’re headed. Turns out he was going to the same village! So we hopped in his truck, and spent the next 45 minutes talking to a complete stranger.

Forty-five minutes later, he dropped us off at my Kiri’s house. As we were getting out, I handed him a package of cookies—our way of saying “thank you for saving us $50WST on cab fare.”
Apparently hitching is common here. Volunteers from previous groups mentioned that they hitched to get around.

Will I hitch again? I don’t know. I wanted to get the experience out of my system, and I definitely did! 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Cyclone Garry


That’s right, Garry with two r’s!

Cyclone Garry is expected to hit the island of Savai’i in 13 hours. PCVs have been told that it won’t be strong until it reaches Upolu. I’m not sure what to expect because Cyclone Evan wasn’t predicted to be as powerful as it was, and it was quite destructive.

The Peace Corps country director has told Savai’i volunteers to stay with their host families, indoors, away from windows. So, that leaves my house out because it’s covered in windows.

Cyclone Garry will be in Savai’i for about 12 hours and then reach Upolu. Stay tuned…

Bringing a Little Taste of New Mexico to Samoa


Samoa has avocadoes. They’re huge… about the size of a squash!


Being from New Mexico, I relate avocadoes to guacamole. So, I bought an avocado from the market, and placed it in a paper bag so it would ripen. A few days later the avocado was ready.

I added tomatoes, onions, and garlic salt. Normally I add jalapenos. Unfortunately, I didn’t see any peppers at the market, so I added chili spice instead. Back home, I top off guacamole with lemon juice. I couldn’t get a hold of lemons, either, but it’s okay because the guacamole was AMAZING!! I ate the guacamole with salt & vinegar chips… It was a delicious treat!

So delicious
As I was mixing everything together, the smell brought me back home, and for a second it felt like I was in Santa Fe. It was a good moment, but also made me miss my family.

It feels good knowing that I can make guacamole anytime I want, especially during those moments when I’m missing home.  
As I was preparing dinner, the power went out. So I continued to eat the guacamole.... Like my candle holder?? 


Sunday, January 13, 2013

Ants, Mosquitoes, and Spiders, Oh My!

Team work 

Ants: I have an issue with ants. This issue goes back to when I lived in the States. There’s something about seeing ants in the kitchen that really gets to me. Unfortunately for me, ants are EVERYWHERE in Samoa. And I mean everywhere. I understand they’re trying to find food to support their armies, or take back to the queen ant, or whatever. In all honestly, I don’t care what their motive is. They’re invading my space, and I don’t like it. I got upset when I first moved to Savai’i because I didn’t have food containers yet, so I put an open bag of crackers in a zip lock bag. It kept the ants out for a few days. Then one morning, I woke up, and the ants ate through the bag! I was so angry because one, they ATE THROUGH THE BAG, and two, they messed up my morning routine of eating crackers with PB&J. I’m not at the point where I’ll eat ant-infested food, although I hear that many PCVs get to that point.

I now have food containers. A few days ago, I woke up to find ants all over one of the them. As you’ve probably guessed, I got upset. What did I do? I put the container in my shower, turned on the water, and drowned the ants. Then I said a prayer, in hopes that the ants weren’t inside the container, attacking my food. What do you think? Did the ants get inside? NO THEY DIDN’T! I was so excited by this! Geeze, I realize that this section makes me sound like a crazy person! Ha.

It’s taking some time, but I’m getting used to the ants. When I see one now, I don’t bother to kill it (unless I see several in one area, or the ant is on my bed). Why don’t I kill the solo ant? It’s pointless to kill it because minutes later, another ant will appear, to take the dead ant (cannibalism?). I suppose it’s pointless to kill the group of ants, too. But for now, I can’t help it.

My PST village in Upolu had ants, of course, but they weren’t this bad. It may be because I didn’t have food in my room since my host family cooked for me.

Mosquitoes: The other night I sprayed Mortein (insect killer) to rid the ants. Seconds later, 200+
Mosquitoes dropped to the floor, hopping a few times, and then dying. It was a mosquito apocalypse. I know it sounds like an exaggeration, but it’s not. I have a picture to prove it. The strange thing is, I had no idea there were so many mosquitoes in my house. What’s scary to think about is they would have attacked my mosquito net, plotting a way to get in. And plenty get in. The nets aren’t mosquito proof. And yes, I am tucking my net under my mattress. Believe it or not, the mosquitoes can go through the net easily. I’ve witnessed it. Anyway, I swept the dead mosquitoes into a pile, and took a photo. During this time, I was barefoot. Of course there were smashed mosquitoes on the bottom of my feet. I took a photo of that, too, but it’s gross, so I’ll spare the readers.

There seems to be more mosquitoes in Savai’i, compared to Upolu. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my fale is so close to the water (it’s on the sea wall). In Upolu, my PST village was near water too, about a one-minute walk to the sea.
I even have mosquitoes wiring on my windows. But they get in. And they bite me. I’ve had about 30 mosquito bites at once. It’s difficult to get used to because I come from New Mexico, where I get bite once, maybe twice a year. Here, I’m getting bit several times a day. And yes, I’m putting on insect repellent, yet am still getting bit.
Dead mosquitoes
Spiders: I won’t go on a crazy rant about spiders like I did with ants and mosquitoes. All I will say is that there are plenty of spiders here. Since I’ve moved to Savai’i, I have found several small spiders, and three LARGE ones that were scary looking. They were about the size of a .50 piece. The latest one I found was larger.
It was a lot bigger in person

You Know You’re a Peace Corps Volunteer in Samoa When…


The moment you step out of the plane, your camera’s screen and lens fog immediately, due to the humidity.

You witness numerous chickens and one pig get killed for Culture Day. Those animals later become your meal.

A young boy is climbing a coconut tree, with a machete in his hand. Yeah, no big deal!

Showering without flip-flops is a luxury.

Showering with hot water is a treat.

You look forward to Thursday nights because it’s Bingo night, and you know that there will be donuts for sale.

You have to take off your shoes before entering a doctor’s office.

Your host family locks the back door of the house at night. That's the door you go through, to go to the outdoor bathroom. It’s 2 am, and you need to use the bathroom. While deciding if you should wake them up, you notice the bucket that has been in your room since you moved in. Suddenly a thought comes to mind: “Is that why they put the bucket in my room, so I don’t wake them up in the middle of the night?”

Strangers ask where you’re going.

Church bells (and by bell I mean an oxygen tank and stick) wake you up at 5am almost every morning. The bell is a remainder to get up and pray and/or go to morning service. You um, go back to sleep.

Your host sister shows you a freshly caught octopus. That octopus becomes that night’s dinner.

You wash your dishes after you use them, knowing that you’ll have to wash them again before the next meal because they will still attract insects.

During your walk to church, mud gets on the back of your white pulatasi. Once you get home, you secretly wash it in the shower, and hang it to in your fale to dry. Why is it a secret? It’s a secret because it’s Sunday, and any activity (besides going to church, praying, eating and sleeping) is forbidden.

A mosquito flies in your cup of coffee. You scoop it out and continue to drink.

You spray Mortein (insect killer) to kill the ants. Moments later 200+ mosquitoes drop dead. 

While chopping up an onion, a piece falls on the floor. What do you do? Rinse it off, and add it to the chop pile. Food is too valuable here.

You’re constantly checking your wounds to make sure flies aren’t feasting on them. 

An ie lavalava is used for a skirt, a blanket, a towel, a scarf, a tablecloth, a curtain, etc., etc., etc.

While drinking a soda, a wasp decides it wants to share. What do you do? Keep drinking out of the straw, as the wasp is inside the can.

Your windows have mosquito wire, but that doesn’t keep the mosquitoes out.

The bus gets so full, to the point where people sit on strangers’ laps, and people stand, NOT sit, on the bus entry area while the bus is going at full speed down the road. I must add: the buses are door-less. If there’s an automobile accident, those people would be seriously injured.

A cyclone hit two days prior. There is no electricity in the city. People still need to have fun, so where do they go? They go to the bar that’s powered by a generator.

You don’t shower for 6 days because the cyclone caused water to be scarce. The water that’s available is used for flushing toilets and drinking only.

Fifteen+ people pack a truck bed.

You don’t have silverware yet, so you make a spoon, using the metal lid of a can. It was a good idea, until it sliced your lip.

While you’re on break during training class, a chicken decides to lay an egg on your chair.

Your host family tells you to eat more. You do, and then they say that you’re getting fat.

To prevent ants from getting into your food, you use plastic containers to store your food. The same type of container is used for hand washing clothes. Those containers are multi-purpose!

You wonder why your outer ankles are darker than the rest of your skin. You’re convinced they’re just bruised, but after weeks of having “bruised” ankles, you figure it must be something else. Turns out that the bruises wash away—all it takes is some scrubbing (they were just covered in dirt, and insect repellent).

Ants share your bed, and your counter tops, and your windows, and your water filter. They’re everywhere.

Your clothes have been outside “drying” for the last two days, and they’re still wet. Yay, mold!

You discover that lizards chirp.

You have an infection in your toe for 8 weeks already, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to heal anytime soon.

There are visible mold stains on your clothes

Mosquitoes and ants bite you daily.  

You stack up beer crates, using them as a bookshelf.

Samoans insist you must change out of your clothes if they’re wet. They’re convinced you’ll get sick… in 85-degree weather.

A lizard lives in your thatched roof. 

Your mattress is 3in thick. You can fill the bed frame when you’re laying down.

A McDonalds meals cost $26WST ($13USD), but you don’t care because it’s the closest thing to “American” food. Funny thing is, you hardly eat McDonalds at home.

The high-speed internet is prepaid, expensive, and isn’t very “high-speed.” It often freezes, while the usage ticker is still winding down.

A few of these were taken out of a previous blog entry. I thought they’d be a good addition to the list, which I plan on updating periodically… After all, I’ll be in Samoa for 23 more months… It’s bound to get LONG!

My PST Looks


I mentioned in a previous blog that owning a pulatasi is a big deal because they cost about $80+ WST, which is a lot of money here. I also mentioned that my PST host family spoiled me, giving me 19 pulatasis during training. I think they wanted me to be the "best dressed Pisikoa." 

Every time they gave me a new pulatasi, I stood in front of my mirror, and snapped a photo. 

Below is a collection of my PST looks! Enjoy!

This pulatasi was specially made for my host nephew Chris' 1st birthday party. We wore matching tops!



My family gave me this school uniform. Everyone said that I looked like a 12-year old school girl! Haha..


In addition to the 19 pulatasis, my host family had my swearing-in pulatasi made for me.

Monday, January 7, 2013

What I’m Missing


The other day I was Facebook chatting with a close friend. He told me that his girlfriend and him are expecting their first child. Their wedding will come after the baby is born. I’m so excited for him because I know that he will make a great father and husband, but hearing the news made me sad. It has nothing to do with him, his girlfriend, the baby, or the wedding, though. The sadness comes from the fact that I’m in Samoa, thousands of miles away from my family and friends. It’s easy to forget that the world hasn’t stopped moving back home; people are getting married, they’re breaking up/divorcing, they're having children, and sadly, they’re dying. I have to remember that when I return home, in December of 2014, things will not be the way they were when I left. I’ve already missed an important event: my sister’s wedding, which occurred during my PST (pre-service training). Missing the wedding was the first time I experienced an “oh my gosh, life is still happening at home” moment, and it was extremely saddening because I wish I could have been present; I would have given anything to be there. The second time was during the Facebook chat, mentioned above.

I know that I will have many more moments over the next 23 months because life hasn’t stopped in the States; people are living their lives, just like I’m living my life in Samoa.


Big News!


The big news is: I’m feeding myself, people! Let me back up a bit. I have a host family. All PCVs in Samoa do, as it is required. Some live in a room, in their family’s house, others have their own house, which is they type of living situation I have. My house is located in front of my host family’s house. It’s a cute house, studio style, with everything in the open. And… I have an indoor toilet, shower, and SINK, which is a BIG DEAL! Plus, my backyard is the sea. Literally. I’m blessed with my living situation. Anyway, when it was time to eat, my host mother would knock on my door to inform me that the food was ready. This went on for a while. Then one morning, I wasn’t called for breakfast. So what did I do? I ate my own breakfast: pb&j, crackers, and coffee. Lunchtime rolled around, and once again, I was left eating my own food. My host family did inform me about dinner; I had a few dinners with them. 

As of two days ago, I’m on my own for dinner, too! I don’t have many options, other than basic foods like soup, tuna, crackers, etc. because I don’t have a refrigerator yet. I should have one already, but the cyclone hit, so orders were never finalized. I need to talk with Peace Corps staff to get it straightened out.

Cooking my own food is a huge feat! There are some people in my group who are struggling with this—they’ve told their families that they want to cook their own food, but were told that it’s not fa’asamoa (the Samoan way) to let someone eat alone.

I’m happy that my host family is allowing me to be independent. I did move thousands of miles away from home, after all. I’d say that’s quite independent, yes?

The first meal l ate on my own. Like my spoon?? And yes, in case you're wondering, I sliced my lip with the spoon. Haha


The Wedding


I attended my first Samoan wedding the first weekend I was in Savaii. The ceremony took place in a Catholic church, located about 30 minutes away from my village. The reception was at Eva Eva, a bar in Salelologa.

The ceremony reminded me of an American wedding: bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girls, and a fun reception. 
The bride and groom. They're friends of my host parents.




The reception


Beautiful cake

Each guest received a GIANT platter of food

Each pastor in attendance received tin fish and fine mats. These gift are very expensive!

Christmas and New Year’s Day


I was stuck in Apia for an additional 8 days, due to Cyclone Evan. During that time, I volunteered at the Red Cross and Samoa Victim Support, cleaned out the Peace Corps Resource Room, ate good food, and saw my first movie at the cinema. The movie was Looper. I had never heard of it before, but didn’t care because I was excited to see a movie! I even went to the Peace Corps staff Christmas party. The Country Director, Dale, invited me. The party was at his house, and as usual, the food was delicious.

I arrived in my permanent village on Christmas Eve. My house is right above the sea wall, so up until my arrival, I was worried that my house was damaged from the cyclone. They cyclone did not affect Savai’i, which is surprising because Upolu got hit hard; it is like a whole other world.
Back to my arrival: The evening I arrived, my host family and I went to the congregational church in my village, to watch the youth Christmas show. I’m pretty sure every single Samoan in this country can sing and dance. They’re all so talented.

I was exhausted, but was told that I had to stay up because there was going to be Christmas tea at midnight. I instantly got excited because it reminded me of home, and the tradition my family and I have where we open up all our gifts on Christmas Eve, which is technically Christmas morning. It is great fun, filled with Christmas music and food. Christmas tea consisted of pie, cake, chips, crackers, soda, and coffee.

On Christmas morning, my host grandmother, host aunt, and I went to the congregational church’s Christmas service. Then my host family drove me around the entire island of Savaii. I was once again impressed with the beauty of Samoa.

The day ended with a swim at beach fales near my village. On Facebook, my status said that it’s Christmas day in Samoa, but it doesn’t feel like Christmas, which is probably a good thing. While Christmas music made me happy, it’s difficult to get into the Christmas spirit when it’s beyond hot and humid, and I’m celebrating the holiday with people that are still strangers to me. After all, I had just arrived in my village the day before. I felt/feel like the Grinch, but it was a good thing that it didn’t feel like Christmas because if it did, I would have been sadder than I already was (I was sad because I was missing my family and friends).
How I spent my Christmas
I’m so blessed to be in Samoa, but being away from family during the holidays is sad for almost everyone, I’m guessing.

I spent New Years day in my training village. Even though I just left a few weeks prior, it was nice to see my PST (pre-service training) host family. They were appreciative of the food and pictures I gave them. They even had my old room ready for me, with fresh bedding and clean towels. I slept well that night.

Being back in my training village felt comfortable and familiar. It wasn’t always that way, though. My first day in the village felt extremely awkward. But with time, it was home. I know that eventually my permanent village will feel like home, too. Right now I’m still getting adjusted to my new life in Savai’i. It's very exciting knowing that I'm spending two years of my life here.

Interesting Fact: Samoa was the first country in the world to welcome the New Year!
The room I lived in for 10 weeks. My host family had it ready for my New Year's visit

Kerosene lamp. There wasn't electricity, due to Cyclone Evan, so this is what was used for light

My host family's dog, Jason. The fallen tree is from the cyclone damage


My host family and me, during my final night in my PST village