Sunday, June 23, 2013

Ever Wonder what its like to be a Peace Corps Volunteer?

I came across this hilarious song when I was applying for the Peace Corps, back in 2011. PCVs in Samoa do not have to poop in holes, but almost everything else in this song is relatable... Enjoy!
P.S., PCVs in Samoa do NOT have a turkey-less Thanksgiving! We are spoiled.




Another hilarious video! I can relate to a majority of what is said, except for the corporal punishment statement.



My fellow PCVs and I LOVE looking at these Tumblr accounts whenever we get a chance! They're entertaining, to say the least!
http://whatshouldpcvscallme.tumblr.com/
http://howapcvputsitgently.tumblr.com/
http://kullyum.tumblr.com/


And finally, this is a website where PCVs and RPCVs share their experiences! Whenever I'm bored, I spend a lot of time on this website:
www.fmpcl.com


The Unknown


Over the last week or so, I’ve battled with myself: should I write this post? I’ve decided to go ahead and write it because I figure by now people in Savai’i/people that live near my old fale (house) have noticed that I’m no longer there. Palagis (white people) stick out like a sore thumb in villages, so when a regular is no longer roaming around, I’m sure that the villagers take notice. Yep, that’s right, old fale. I no longer live in Savai’i. I’m sure some of you may be curious as to why, but I won’t go into detail until I’m back in America, whenever that may be. Sorry. All I will say is that two Peace Corps staff moved everything out of my house two weeks ago. I’m not a fan of packing and moving, so it was nice that I didn’t have to deal with packing up my little house. Since I didn’t pack my belongings, I have no idea where certain things are. I have a lot of stuff, so unless I look through every little thing (I don’t want to do that), I won’t get my hands on some items until it’s time to unpack. My only complaint, if I can even call it a complaint, is: while it was nice to have others pack up my house, it’s not so nice not knowing where certain items were put.

Because I didn’t pack, I didn’t get to tell my students goodbye. That’s a difficult thing to think about, and I wish I had the opportunity to do so. I also missed out on taking in the breathtaking view of the sea, one last time. In America, people pay millions of dollars to live as close to the sea as I did. My house was literally a beach house, located directly above the sea wall. I was blessed enough to have a perfect housing location for 6 months. I’m going to miss falling asleep to the sound of the waves crashing beneath my house each night.

A gorgeous view from the side of my old house.

That brings me to the present. Currently, I’m stuck in Peace Corps limbo. I still don’t know what my future holds. The possibility of me going back to America is still there, and it’s upsetting to think about. But the good news is: I haven’t cried in a few of days. I spent a majority of the Tuesday before last crying on the phone, to Peace Corps staff, even to a doctor that I’ve only met with once before. And that happened to be the day I got robbed; glad that day is behind me.

A couple of days after my tear-filled Tuesday, I was walking, looking for a store to add credit to my cell phone. I happened to walk into a store that I’ve been to once before, nearly 9 months ago, when I first arrived in Samoa. For a moment, an indescribable feeling overcame me, the same feeling I experienced 9 months ago. It was a feeling I get when I’m in a new environment. A feeling like I don’t belong. That’s exactly how I felt: like I don’t belong. For the first time in a long time, I felt out of my element in this country. And that’s when I realized that if I get to stay, I’d be experiencing this feeling for quite some time, as I adjust to a new environment, a new life. If I get to stay in Samoa, I’ll have to start all over. I’ll have to adjust to a new host family, meet new villagers, work with new teachers, start from scratch with new students. All this is quite overwhelming to think about. Several PCVs have told me that I’m a strong person, and if they were in my shoes, they wouldn’t be able to handle it as well. The truth is, deep down inside, I’m scared and nervous. What if I have a difficult time building relationships with a new host family, new villagers, new teachers, and new students? What if it all becomes too much? I’ve done it once before, but I don’t know if I have it in me to do again. It’s a huge change, after all.

To keep myself busy, while my fate is decided, I’m working at a nearby school. The head teacher and I were talking on Thursday. Somehow I revealed to her that the last two weeks have been the loneliest I’ve felt in the past 9 months. Sure, I was lonely at times in Savai’i, but if I was by myself, it was because I chose to be. If I wanted company, all I had to do was step outside my house and invite a host relative over, or I’d walk to the neighboring village and talk with my shop owner friend. It’s different now. I don’t have the luxury of having company whenever I feel like it/need it. Sure, I talk to the other guests I see in the mornings and evenings, but they’re on holiday, so the option of building any sort of relationship is non-existent. I’ve had visits from several friends, which has been wonderful and has lifted my spirits tremendously, but as soon as they leave, I’m back to feeling down in the dumps. I know I’m complaining, but this is what I’m dealing with at the moment: solo meals and several hours of unwanted alone time. I don’t know why the feeling of loneliness emerged. I consider myself an independent person, living alone during my sophomore year of college and moving 6,000 miles away from home. I guess the situation I’m going through at the moment has left me yearning for companionship. Anyway, telling the teacher that I’m lonely resulted in her to ask for my telephone number, so she could have me over for dinner one day. I’m looking forward to that. Her invite brought a smile to my face and reminded me how hospitable and kindhearted most Samoans are.

My entire Peace Corps journey, from the application process to the present, has been a rollercoaster filled with several emotions. Exactly one year ago, I was stressing out because I was anxiously waiting to hear from the Peace Corps headquarters in Washington, D.C. I still hadn’t been issued an invitation to serve as a PCV, and the waiting caused a lot of anxiety and stress. Here I am, one year later still stressing out because of the unknown. I know the circumstances are different, but the stress and emotions remains the same.

I’ll end on this note: Several days ago, the Peace Corps country director called me while I was working, informing me that he needed to meet with me that afternoon. A few minutes later, I was in a taxi, on my way to the Peace Corps office. Anxiety got the best of me, and I began to feel sick. Then, Bob Marley’s song “Three Little Birds,” better known as: “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright” began playing on the radio. It was the first time I’ve heard the song in Samoa, or at least noticed it. I took the song as a little sign from God that everything is going to be alright. Whatever the unknown may be I have faith that it will be alright. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.

Whenever I need a little pick-me-upper, I reply the song in my head. “Don’t worry ‘bout a thing, ‘cause every little thing gonna be alright.”

Saturday, June 15, 2013

You know You’re a Peace Corps Volunteer in Samoa When (Part II)…


You have running water, but wake up 30 minutes early to boil water for a bucket bath. It beats a freezing shower and the feeling like you’re skinny dipping in Antarctica at 6 a.m.

You go to a store in your village that has an advertisement for Colgate toothpaste. The shop owner tells you that they don't sell Colgate, and hands you a brand of toothpaste you’ve never seen before. The packaging says “Not for sale outside of Indonesia.” The question is: How did it end up in Samoa?

Your family sends you a care package consisting of 8 wicking t-shirts and 2 microfiber towels. What do you do? You immediately put 4 t-shirts and 1 towel into an airtight bag. Those bad boys will make their debut appearances during your second year of service, or when the other t-shirts and towel have been worn/used to death; whichever comes first.

You have a knife in your hand, slicing up food. An insect flies into you, resulting in the unfortunate reaction of the knife coming in contact with your other hand.

You go to a fa’afafine fashion show. Don’t know what a fa’afafine is? Google it.

People are used to seeing you on the bus, so they no longer offer their seat! Yay!

The bus drivers know which house is yours, and will drop you off in front of it, without any signal from you.

You’re given half a loaf of buttered bread for lunch.

You hang your trash from the ceiling. It prevents ants and other critters from getting in.

After being away from your site for 9 days, you return and find that a piece of material holding up your mosquito net is gone, furthering your suspension that a rat lives in your thatched ceiling/roof.

Samoans know more about American Idol, and the contestants, than you do.

Playing volleyball in your village isn’t a stress reliever. In fact, it gives you unnecessary stress because the villagers take the game too seriously.

While sorting out your school’s library, you come across a book of baby names.

You finally find a website to watch the San Antonio Spurs game online. Unfortunately, there are ads covering the video. Oh well, at least the audio still works!

You find a crab in your shower.

You get out of bed and accidently step on a dead gecko. What a wonderful way to start your morning.

You find a half hatched, barely alive gecko on your kitchen floor. The ants finish it off.

There are no buses because it’s a public holiday. You hitch a ride with 6 different vehicles, and get to your village in a little over an hour—not too much longer than a bus ride would’ve taken.

You finish the entire series of Lost in 3 weeks. That’s right, the entire series.

Crazy rain and wind scare you into thinking a cyclone is coming. Cyclone Evan scarred you.

Your school’s principal hands you the national English midterm exam for Year 8. You’re asked to take the exam. Apparently your answers will serve as the school’s answer key. Who knows why there’s no answer key in the first place. Here’s to hoping you answered all 77 questions correctly.

You have to travel 25 minutes by bus to buy one item that will probably melt before you even make it back home.

An Egyptian man comes up you at the wharf. He asks if you’re Egyptian, saying that you look like his people.

You bought shampoo 4 months ago, and there’s still 1/3 left in the bottle. The lack of shampooing is causing your hair to grow like a wildfire. 

The Cinco de Mayo celebration resulted in over 200 mosquito bites all over your body.

You now have sunspots on your shoulders and back. Just lovely.

You go to iTunes Top 100 and download a bunch of random music. It helps you feel like you’re not completely out of the music loop.

You buy a can opener that takes 20+ minutes to open a can. Frustrated, you ask your American family to send you a can opener. Several weeks later, a care package arrives with a can opener inside. The can opener is the same brand as the one you bought in Samoa. You do a quick comparison, and it turns out that the Samoan can opener is a knockoff to the American brand you were sent. A knockoff can opener! Who knew that existed!

Your students gift you with large oranges. And when I say large, I mean the size of your head large.

You find gecko poop everywhere.

You’ve been asked by countless Samoans if you’re Indian.


You go into the restroom at the wharf. A woman is sleeping on the floor, using a roll of toilet paper as a pillow. She wakes when you walk past her, sits up, says “$2 tala,” and begins unrolling the toilet paper.  

Your fellow teachers always call you “lapoa” (fat).

You buy cheese for the first time in nearly 9 months! This purchase excites you and is the highlight of your weekend!

You’re given 13 bananas as a “morning snack.”

You receive a care package. You eat half of the snacks within a couple of days, and then hoard the rest of the contents for several months.

*You have a party at a resort with other PCVs. The following day, two hours away from the party location, a stranger approaches you. She mentions that she heard about the party, and wants to hang out with the group.

*You meet a Marine who says that he’s doing his first non-combat mission in Samoa. You respond “How cool.” His response: “No, not really. It’s like I’m a f#$!ing Peace Corps Volunteer.” Hahahahaha.

*These were accounts told to me by other PCVs. I thought they were funny enough to share.

You can read Part I of “You know You’re a Peace Corps Volunteer in Samoa When…” here: http://angelinaaugust.blogspot.com/2013/01/you-know-youre-peace-corps-volunteer-in.html

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Packing Advice to Samoa Group 85


Invites have been issued to 16 individuals who will be part of Group 85. I’m not sure if you guys will be getting the same packing list as us 84s did, but if you do, then I must offer my advice.

Essential items to bring:

  • Several shorts that are knee-length, or appropriate length. In the village, you’ll be wearing ie lavalavas most of the time, but they’re usually see-through, so you’ll want to wear shorts underneath. When I was first learning how to tie lavalavas, they would always fall off of me, and my host family thought it was so funny. Luckily I was usually wearing appropriate length shorts underneath.
  • Wicking t-shirts. They really help me feel less gross in the heat/humidity (you’ll probably be sweating most of the day, especially when you first get here).
  • A lot of underwear. If you’re not fortunate enough to get placed in a house that has a washing machine (yes that’s right, two volunteers have one), then you’ll be forced to bucket wash your clothes. The scrubbing is rough on undies and all clothes—eventually they’ll end up with holes. Yay! Also, I suggest bringing sports bras. And FYI, if you bring white bras, they won’t stay white for long… no matter how much you wash them.


What I’m glad I brought to Samoa:

  • Headlamp
  • Hand weights. Some days are boring in the village, so working out is a good way to pass time. Also, us PCVs like to have fitness challenges each school term, so if you’re into fitness, you’ll be happy you brought a pair (not sure if they’re available in-country).
  • Speaker for iPod and laptop. Sometimes the rain is so loud, it’s impossible to hear anything. That’s when the speakers come in.
  • Cooling pad. It has helped my MacBook from overheating.
  • External hard drive. PCVs love sharing movies, tv shows, music, photos, etc., so bringing a hard drive is a good idea/will save you from days that are absolutely boring.
  • Airtight bags. I use one bag to store my laptop and charger (it keeps the ants out and protected from the humidity) and I use another bag to store the clothes that I want to keep fresh.
  • Water shoes
  • Snorkel set
  • Rash guard. Bikinis are okay to wear at resorts, but if you’re swimming in the village, you have to be covered up.
  • Board shorts
  • Backpackers poncho. Sometimes you’ll be waiting for a bus, and it will start raining uncontrollably. You’ll be happy to have a poncho to keep you from getting wet, while protecting the items inside your backpack.
  • Diva cup.
  • Several bottles of face wash. You can find American brands here, if you’re willing to pay an arm and a leg.
  • Microfiber towels.
  • Portable outlet. Sometimes the power goes out unexpectedly, for an unknown amount of time. The portable outlet has been invaluable for me.
  • Airtight box. Good for storing iPod, camera, passports, etc.
  • Leatherman, or a little gadget with multiple tools, especially a hammer, screw driver, knife, etc.


What I wish I had brought to Samoa:

  • An extra laptop charger. If you have a MacBook, you must know that you can’t buy Mac products/replacements in Samoa. My charger broke and I had to get a new one sent from America.
  • Cute going out clothes. I only brought a few dresses/skirts because I remember getting the welcome information and reading that it’s not appropriate to wear clothes that reveal shoulders, are above the knee, etc. So because of this, I left a lot of clothes behind—clothes that would have been appropriate in this country. When I say country, I mean Apia (they wouldn’t be appropriate village attire). I’m not saying to bring Vegas-type dresses, but if you like going out, bring cute sundresses, skirts, etc. They’re all okay to wear in Apia.
  • Sweats. Believe it or not, it sometimes gets cold at night. Plus the long flight from LAX to NZ is going to be a cold one. My flight was anyway, and I was kicking myself for not bringing at least one pair, so I had my family send me some.
  • Can opener. You can find can openers in Samoa but they’re poor quality. And I mean taking 20+ minutes to open up a can.


What I could have lived without bringing:

  • Chacos. Chacos seem to be the unofficial shoe brand of PCVs. Don’t get me wrong, they’re great shoes, but unless you’re going hiking every single weekend, they’re not a practical shoe here. The strappy ones anyway because you’ll be taking your shoes off throughout the day. So in my opinion, save the $60-$100.


Don’t worry about bringing:

  • Insect repellent
  • Sunscreen

PCVs are provided these items throughout their service, and you will be given some once you arrive in Apia. The sunscreen isn’t the best, but it’s free, so I can’t complain.

I wouldn’t bring items that you’re attached to/would be upset if they get damaged or ruined. The humidity is tough on electronics, and eventually clothes end up moldy and/or with holes.

I’ll update if I can think of anything else. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions!
Update: If you're bringing photos, I suggest laminating them because the humidity will cause damage. Yep, it's that bad!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Sick, Stressed, and I Got Robbed… No Big Deal!


Before I get to the robbery (it wasn't that serious), I’ll discuss the first two topics of this post: sick and stressed.

If you didn't noticed, I haven’t written much lately. Sure I’ve been updating regularly, but I’ve had no desire to write. The reason is because I’ve been dealing with some personal issues.
Because of that, my most recent posts have been picture posts. I’m sure most of you would rather look at pictures anyway, instead of reading the random rants I frequently write. So for those of you, you’re welcome.

Sick: For the past week, I’ve had a cough. It started as a dry cough, and has worsened as the days passed. The Peace Corps nurse did a check up on me yesterday, and told me that my “breathing sounds strange.” Because of this, I was directed to a local physician. The diagnosis: bronchitis. I was prescribed two medications for the sickness, so hopefully the issue is resolved, and soon. The doctor asked if I had anyone who could check up on me last night. I informed her that I didn’t, but would be fine. My heart instantly ached because thoughts of my father and mother came to my mind. If I were in America right now, they would be taking care of me, nursing me back to health.
I got a call from a friend yesterday afternoon. This friend brought me oranges and juice and kept me company for several hours last night. So if this person is reading this, thank you for everything. It was unexpected and a sweet gesture.

Stressed: I won’t go into much detail, but I’ve been stressed out. Why? My future is uncertain in this country. It’s upsetting, heartbreaking, frustrating, and everything in between. If you’re religious, pray for me. If you’re not religious, I ask that you keep me in your thoughts. In the future, I’ll go into more detail. Sorry for keeping you all hanging, but all I can really say is that I need good vibes, so send them over.

I Got Robbed: It’s nothing too serious, so dad and mom please calm down. I wasn’t robbed at gunpoint, or machete-point (which would be more likely in this country). After I left the chemist yesterday, I went to a local store to get soup and crackers. I finished paying, and was putting my money away, walking away from the cash register. At this point, everything fell out of my wallet. I quickly bent down, grabbing my debit and credit card first, and then I went for my money. Moments later, a sole (young man), tried to be smooth, as he walked passed me, bent down, and grabbed some of my money off of the floor. I saw him, immediately popping up, and telling him, entirely in Samoan, “give me back my money.” He refused, claiming it was his, so I continued yelling at him in Samoan, saying “you’re a liar” and “you’re a very bad person.” Finally, frustration got the best of me, and I called him an “ass hole,” in English. So that’s that. I have no idea how much he grabbed, other than $20WST (he had a yellow bill in his hand, which is the color of $20WST here). I’m not sure if he grabbed more, and I’m not sure how much money I had in my wallet before this happened. The saddest part in this incident? There were at least 20 people in there that could have helped me, yet every single person stayed quiet. This is all speculation, but some probably figured: “Why should I help the rich little palagi (white) girl?” Side note: Most Samoans believe that all palagis are rich, which is far from the truth. Most fail to realize that I’m a VOLUNTEER—I’m not getting paid to be here. I’m here because I want to be.
Most Samoans in this country are poor, so I get it. The robber saw money lying on the floor, and he did what most people in his situation would do: he took some of it. It’s just unfortunate that he lied, directly to my face. That’s a pet peeve of mine: liars, especially when they’re caught red handed, or yellow handed in this case, yet still insist that they’re innocent.

After this incident happened, I was feeling crappy, and feeling like I couldn’t catch a break. I felt like the Samoan Gods are mad at me: I’m sick, I may go home, and I got robbed, and I couldn’t understand why because I’ve dedicated nearly 9 months of my life to this country. After feeling sorry for myself for several minutes, I stopped the “poor me attitude” and realized that everything happens for a reason. If I’m forced to go home, there’s a reason. I will be upset, for a long time, but if that’s what my future holds, I have to accept it—there’s no other option.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Samoa Independence Weekend

At a fa'afafine beauty pageant. If you don't know what a fa'afafine is, Google it!



At the Independence parade. I was under the impression that the parade would take hours... I was wrong. We marched for about 1 minute... total. 



Lovely decorations all over Apia

At the Pacific Partnership opening ceremony. You can see more photos from the event here: http://angelinaaugust.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-navy.html



The Navy

Last month, Navy groups from all over the world arrived in Samoa, as part of the Pacific Partnership program. The Pacific Partnership strengthens relationships that are vital to deterring regional conflict, improving maritime security, and strengthening disaster response preparedness in Indo-Asia-Pacific Regions. 

I had the opportunity of meeting and spending time with the two groups that were working in Savai'i.














During the Pacific Partnership opening ceremony

The US Ambassador David Huebner


At the end of the opening ceremony, I was interviewed. You can learn more about the Pacific Partnership, as well as read a quote from my interview, here: http://www.navy.mil/submit/display.asp?story_id=74554




I went to the Navy's farewell fiafia, and was presented with gifts by the village because I was a guest.


Peace Corps Volunteers and staff were invited to a reception on the USS Pearl Harbor. One of the many perks of being a PCV.






A pre-Independence Day celebration
Lovely entertainment





Touring the USS Pearl Harbor