Hey!
Finally got round to sticking up some photos. Only a few though - I wasn't sure if it would work. Also my battery died - something about me and batteries, it´s very annoying!Now that I know I'll try and get some proper sets of photos of work etc up asap. For now enjoy these couple of randoms..

This is me and my chums out for lunch (charque, I think it was llama..) after church one Sunday afternoon. It was one of my best days here - great fun.
Here is HannahSR with jose, amanda and carla who live at the Restauracion centre, and Gladys, the psychologist there. They're dressed in green for a dance they performed for the Day of the Teacher.
This is the dance they performed..
Random pic but I don't have many of Wally yet! This is regula(a girl I only met twice, she was only here for 2 weeks), Bart (we miss him), Renato and Hannah W.
HannahSR´s birthday at our centre. They gave her a card which she models here. This is at lunchtime, in the dining room of the centre.

British Evening!

Every month the Mosoj Yan cafe opens fo a cultural evening. We've been to an African night and a Brasilian night. This time we were asked to present Britian! Paulina asked us and we of course said yes. It's such a nice gesture that they gave us a night and want to get to know us and our culture. That's another good thing about working at Trabajadoras - it's where the main Mosoj Yan offices are so I can get to know the office and behind the scenes staff a bit more. So it was on Friday night past. It was fantastic! Best cultural night ever, if I do say so myself..but I'm not because we got a lot of praise for it. Brasil had a dance on their night though, which was pretty cool. They asked us to do a traditional dance but we don't really have one except maybe Morris dancing which we weren't prepared to do so we had to decline that suggestion. Pity. There's a Scottish night coming up in September so we also didn't want to steal Alison's jig!lol

We started preparing at 3pm. The other four of our team came to our centre (where the cafe is) to join Heather and I. It was actually realy nice to be doing something together as a team. We've not done that in a long time - we work in pairs and it's very rare, even socially, that all 6 of us will be out together. We had a really good afternoon setting up, making decorations, playing English music (ie dancing in the closed cafe to Duffy - Mercy..best song EVER) and preparing the food. It was a really good fun afternoon, for me anyway..poor HannahSR was a little stressed about the presentation and Katie near had a hernia over the stew (thanks Alison for coming to the rescue!). Me? I spent the entire afternoon making two huge union jacks! Why can't our flag be one simple block of colour, maybe two stripes would be ok, but seriously.. it's so difficult to make and so time consuming! Although they looked good and Ludwing, our Bolivian friend, now has one in the back window of his car, haha.

The night was great fun, all of our friends came to support us and Alison had gone mad on the invites too. The small cafe was packed out with people. The menu had the usual dishes plus our British add ons - stew, eggs and chips, scones with jam and cream and shortbread. Oh and good old Nambarrie tea! (Thanks mum - I knew I'd find a use for them lol!) It all went down a storm. They loved the stew. The kitchen was complete chaos with no system or organisation whatsoever. Enter me and HannahSR! We tried to delegate jobs and areas (the kitchen's tiny and had too many helpers) and organised the orders into 'done' and 'to do'. It was crazy and I was rather stressed out at one point but then I took a deep breath and said to myself 'this is Bolivia..roll with it'.

We did a powerpoint presentation to music with photos of Britain and facts. HannahSR and I did the talking. She did most, I just wanted to be a part of it so she gave me two paragraphs to read haha. Then Paulina opened question time! Oh wasn't that fun. Bolivians are soo interested in Britain. They asked things I didn't even know the answer to. Lots about the Queen and the flag and the government etc.. HannahSR and Katie, our strongest Spanish speakers did a fantastic job in answering all that was fired at us. There was such a great, friendly, light-hearted atmosphere in the cafe that if we said the wrong word or something stupid in Spanish they kinda laughed but in a nice way corrected us. Of course the whole thing - presentation and questions where in Spanish. The atmosphere was so relaxed that it prompted one guy, who was with Marcus, to wave his British flag (that's what you did to ask a question) and say, "I have two questions. First question, what's the difference in the United Kingdom and Great Britain? Second question, what's your name?" As he looked and pointed at me!! It was hilarious! I don't think I've turned redder and the whole cafe erupted with laughter, haha! It was a hilarious and all round fantastic evening :o)

A pretty great week!

Hola!



I've had a pretty great week this week so I'm going to share a little bit of that with you.



Work at Trabajadoras is good.I'm enjoying it more and more each day. It's had much more structure this last week because school has re-started. The school holiday was supposed to be one week but it got extended to two weeks to keep the teachers happy who were threatening strike about something else. Then, and this is funny, the government then extended the holiday to a third week because it's "too cold". Extending a school holiday because it's too cold is ridiculous anyway but even more so here because we are averaging about 16degrees in the morning and mid 20s midday! haha, freezing eh? Anyway the kids that come to Trabajadoras all go to school either in the morning or the afternoon. A typical day runs like this : the kids arrive from 8.30am and eat breakfast; they then start homework. Education here is dreadful - I'll not even get into it now but it's a terrible system. They then have some recreation time then lunch starts at noon. Before lunch the girls all have to wash their hands then, as the morning group are mostly young children, they line up and sing a song and one of them prays. They pay 1Boliviano(that's the currency..they don't trade people, girly..) for lunch and breakfast. Lunch runs from 12-2pm because there is a changeover of girls. Those at the centre in the morning go to school in the afternoon and vice versa. So the morning girls eat lunch and leave while the afternoon girls come straight from school and eat lunch.Then after lunch there is some recreation time and homework begins around 2.30pm. They get a snack around 4pm and leave at 5pm when the centre closes. From time to time there are special talks on hygiene etc.. Since I've been here we had an afternoon headlice talk.



what I'`ve called 'homework time' the girls do schoolwork or, if they claim to have none, are encouraged to read.The schools are rubbish and the girls get little or no help or encouragement from home. Their parents don't care much about education - they send their kids to school cause they have to and it's free but as soon as possible they'll have their kids back out selling and working their stalls. So here the staff encourage learning and help teachthe girls if they don't understand things from school. They want the girls to do well in school and want to continue their education and make something of themselves.



The older teenage girls who come in the afternoon are given more freedom. They can do schoolwork if they want but actually most of them go to technical colleges and so make good use of the craft room. Here they listen to music and make various bits n pieces that are then sold in the Mosoj Yan shop.



I've found out recently that all of the girls at the centre now have come from La Cancha. This will mean nothing to you but I'm going to tell you about the cancha project called "Nucleus".



"Nucleus" is right at the heart of the Trabajadoras centre. One member of staff, called Gladys, runs this project. Basically she goes onto the streets and, more importantly, La Cancha, to promote Mosoj Yan. La Cancha is the largest outdoor market in South America. I don't know exactly what size it is but it's a huge place, I've never seen anything like it. It's so big it's like an actual town of venders and stalls. I don't even know how to describe it - it's just something that has to be seen. And smelt. It's where all the poorest people sell things, and more often than not the people manning the stalls are children. Girls as young as 8yrs old vending in the streets.

I've been through La Cancha many times just with friends and seen things but going there with Gladys when she lets me tag along is a totally different experience altogether. My eyes have been opened. What she does is such a vital work. She's an incredible, passionate, caring woman who loves what she does and is so good at it. When I first went with her I felt like I was filming a behind the scenes watchdog-type documentary. I first went with her on a Wednesday morning. It was just me and her and I've never spoken to her before that day and she doesn't speak any English..butI had the best time ever with her. I love her to bits now! My Spanish just seemed to click into place and I chatted with her the whole 30 min walk down and back. She was telling me all about Bolivia and Cochabamba, La Cancha and about "Nucleus". Usually what she does is play games for an hour with the kids who are hanging about the market selling or whatever. This just gives them a bit of fun and laughter, a change from sitting behind a stall selling oranges for example. In this time she builds relationships with the kids who come back each week to meet her where they play andshe can tell them about Mosoj Yan. However, this time when we went to the usual place to play ther were no kids. So Gladys let me come with her walking around the cancha talking to people. If she say a girl manning a stall on her own she went over and started talking to her and telling her when and where we usual play games and also about this place called Mosoj Yan where she can come to spend her days. On that Wednesday she was chatting to one girl at a stall and was writing down the phone number etc. of Mosoj Yan. Meanwhile I noticed a man selling shampo and deodourant out of his wheelbarrow pull up and stop nearby. I thought this could be the girl's dad and he was going to tell Gladys where to go. Lots of kids can't come to Mosoj Yan or even to play for one hour because their parents don't let them leave their stalls. La Cancha is a scary place too, I would love to take some pictures to show everybody but I daren't even carry my camera with me nevermind take it out and get snap happy. Anyway, Gladys finished talking to the girl and the man called her (eek!). He actually turned out to be the loveliest man ever. Just looking at him while he spoke to Gladys was heart-breaking. He was quite old and had obviously had a very hard life. He'd overheard Gladys talking about this Mosoj Yan place and he wanted to find out more about it. He said he has daughters himself and was very interested. It turned out that his children were too old for Trabajadoras at Mosoj Yan but Gladys was able to give him the name and number of another similar organisation in the city. After their chat he brought Gladys over to another woman and told the woman to listen to what Gladys had to say. The woman had a 5-6 yr old daughter by her side as she sold some horrible brown juice. As Gladys told her about Mosoj Yan it touched me just how much hurt and longing was in this woman's eyes. She listened to Gladys and she looked at her daughter and it was clear that she didn't wish the life that she had had on her own daughter as well. We continued aruond la cancha for an hour, stopping to talk to any young girl venders or woman with children. Gladys does this four times each week and every Thursday night she does the same thing (playing games and promoting Mosoj Yan) but in the main plaza in the city, not la cancha. I'm hoping to go down with her next Thursday. The first Wednesday that I went down with Gladys was possibly the best day of work I've had here. It opened my eyes to so much and I had a miracukous injection of the Spanish language that enabled me to learn more about Nuclues, Cochabamba, and get to know Gladys.

When my Tearfund contract ends on 7th August, Hannah Woods and I will hopefully try to get more involved in the Nucleus project. We've now confirmed we will be leaving Bolivia on 23rd August. Staying the extra couple of weeks independently. Woohoo!!

Now and again when we arrive at the centre at 9am we see the girls' mums dropping them off. We don't ever talk to them or anything, but yesterday the mother of two very sweet (but they know it and use it to their advantage) girls was there. She was sitting with Emily, her youngest daughter, and I walked past and said hello. Then Emily ran at me with a hug and kisses - score! I look good in front of their mother!haha Then her mum called me over and asked did I speak English. Then she shoved this phone to my ear and asked me to translate what it said. It was ringing for ages and went onto a voicemail answer service. So I told her what that meant. I thought this was a good opportunity to chat and I was feeling a little more brave that morning so, without knowing what to say, I sat beside her. She started telling me that that was the father of her daughters she was trying to phone. He's been working in the States for 5 years as a mechanic. He always said he would return to them but he hasn't. She tries to call him all the time but he never answers her. What do you say do that? This hurting woman, mother of two girls who are in a centre for working street girls and whose father has taken himself off to the States and won't take her calls. I don't even know the right response to that in English. I sat and had a really good conversation with her for a good while, whilst playing with her girls. It was nice. I'd quite like it if I got to see her again.

That same day, feeling now even more brave, I made a big effort to talk to Luidmila, the Argentinian volunteer. She's hard to understand because of her strong accent. We were doing a British evening that night so we talked about that. Then I did it. I made that universal connection that bonds woman everywhere. I mentioned boys. Haha. I mentioned the rather "guapo" young man who was at the centre two days previous and that opened up a good old girlie gossip and totally changed the atmosphere between us I think. She's such a lovely girl, only 18, and I think that if she spoke English or I spoke Spanish we would probably be quite good friends. Which is a pity because there is the huge language barrier.

Other Projects

I've mentioned before about meeting people and hearing of their own work here in Cochabamba. Finally in the past few weeks I got the chance to visit a couple of them.

Gwen and Marcus are a lovely couple who I think I've told you about before - about how they met. He was the Youth Pastor at Calama, she was 18-19 on a missions trip similar to mine, they fell in love, got married and lived happily ever after. Well, they've bought a big empty house on quite a large site and are in the process of turning it into a community centre. Gwen showed me, Emma and Dave Barbon around one Saturday and I got goosebumps of excitement about the place! She pointed out bare rooms which will be the offices, the medical attention room, dentist room, gym, and upstairs the childcare centre. It's got huge painting of Noah and the ark and a rainbow taking over one whole wall. It's class, and we painted a red wall in one of the rooms adjacent and the other rooms will have one wall painted one colour from the rainbow too. We also sanded the bannister in the morning that we were there. I hope to get the time to helo out a bit more with any painting or cleaning needing done before I leave. They hope to open in November, the childcare bit anyway cause they want it to be open in time for the school year to start.

There's a man called Peter, from Australia who comes to Calama. He runs an orphanage with his wife Dehlia. They've been here for 10 years but only in November they bought their property and have been developing it since. The inside is pretty much finished except the kitchen needs torn apart and re-done as it's a big space but not well used it's not very practically designed. I had to be repetitive but I got goosebumps of excitment here too. Perhaps even more so! There is a huge garden with a multipurpose playing court, a half finished swimming pool and an animal coop with ducks and rabbits, and Peter wants to have goats too. The grounds are a mess. The builders he had were really untidy and left loads of dirt just piled at the bottom of the garden and everything. Peter says that there is no steady income to the orphanage and they can't afford to do anything more at the minute. They rely on donations and volunteers. He had some fantastic stories for us I can't tell you them all, maybe when I'm home you can ask for more! For example.. The swimming pool was sitting useless for months it wasn't in a useable state but they couldnt afford to do anything. Then a 65yr old woman from Canada came to volunteer who happened to have been an interior designer in her youth and she knew how to tile. So she actually just bought all the tiles they needed and started last week to work on tiling around the pool. Another one.. Peter's minibus broke down and he couldn't get it fixed. About a week later he got a phonecall from one of a group of volunteers who had been with him a while ago saying that they still had some money and was there anything he needed. So he was able to buy a new minibus. Two weeks ago a man was passing by Cochabamba and visited Peter's orphanage for a day. After being there he really wanted to help in some way. This man happened to be an Optician and so he offered free eye tests to Peter for all the kids and free glasses and any treatment they needed. So last Monday some of the kids got their glasses and that was all free. I really could go on and on with these kinds of amazing stories.
There are about 25 kids at the home at the minute. Most of them are referred to Peter from the Government. There are, however, some exceptional cases. One heartbreaking story is of a boy who was abandoned on the steps of the church. A woman found him and brought him up to Peter and asked could he take this boy. So Peter did. The boy didn't know his name or his age. After some research over a period of a few months they finally found out that this mother was a prostitute and had another young baby as well. She would often leave her children behind while she went away with her clients sometimes for a few days. When Peter brought the nameless boy home he asked the other kids what they should call him. They suggested 'Peter Pan' because they'd watched the film the night before, haha, but then they settled for 'Jack'.
Adoption is tricky here and not very popular. So the turnover rate of the home is very slow. Most of the kids there at the minute have been with Peter for about 6 years. He's adopted 3 himself. He ecnourages the kids to learn English. There are no classes at the home but Peter and Dehlia speak to them in English and bring them to the English service at Calama. It's really paying off because the kids are actually speaking fantastic English just from being around it so much, watching English films etc as well. There are no jobs in Bolivia anyway, but if you know English, especially starting from such a young age, you can go far.
The kids are fantastic I love them. A couple of boys in particular have stolen my heart I want to bring them home with me! Don't worry mum, I won't, but I´m definately going to try to spend some more time at the home before I leave too. There just isn't enough time to do everything I want to do here. I'm not ready to leave yet :-( I don't want to say goodbye..

New blog entry below ugly party photos!

Hola,
There is a new blog entry underneath the ugly party photos..! I started that one before I put on the photos so the date is earlier and I can't figure out how to change the order of my posts so this is just to let you know to check it out below..! thanks! haha
x

Fiesta Fea (photos)

UGLY PARTY PHOTOS - at last!!! (They didn't upload in the right order so are a bit mixed up sorry!)


This is Bruno the 'ugly nun' haha.
There was a catwalk competition at the end of the night!
The pastor of the Portuguese service at Calama!
Bart here won the best costume prize
All 5 of us with some new friends :o)
(slippers do not count as dressing ugly!tut tut)
Us all again with Bart, our hero. Can't believe he's now gone!! :-(

Katie and HannahSR before we left

Emma, HannahSR, me, HannahW

My fav photo of my entire 3 months to date, honestly!!

These are 3 of my favourite people in the world. L-R.. Renato, Jonathon and William

Love this guy soo much. Jonathon. He's the funniest guy here!

More 'ugly' Brasilians..

So there you have it.. When I said a fiesta fea, I really meant it! Awesome, awesome night!!!!!

Holiday and Kids Camp

Hola!

Well well well..so much to write. Firstly though.. I can't believe how many complaints I get about a non-updated blog considering none of you ever comment on it. For all I know I´m writing to myself. Well, not just myself.. (hi andy). And Kasim! Yes, you! Hannah's told me what you said. Haha!! Funny..


I´m pretty much just home from 2 weeks holiday and I'm off on Monday - it´'s a tough life this. Seriously though I am working. The second week of 'holiday' was with work so it doesn't really count cause I definately do not feel rested after it, but more about that later. I´ll start with the real holiday..



We left last Saturday night on our main holiday of the trip (we get 2 weeks off in the 4 month trip). We´'d had a pretty bad week previous of sickness, exhaustion and there was a strong sense of nobody wants to go away this week, but we needed to cross the border for our visas sake so had no choice. We got the overnight bus (7 hrs) to the Bolivian capital La Paz which got us in at around 6am to the terminal. In Bolivia you can't book any travelling tickets in advance, only on the day of travel. So arriving in La Paz we booked tickets on an 8.30am bus to Copacabana so we went and had hot choc in a cafe in the bus station to wait. Long story short, HannahW's rucksac got stolen. Luckily her passport was in her handbag but she lost all her clothes, wash stuff, some money, camera (with awesome pics), and just everything you'd take on a weeks holiday! It was terrible. Her and HannahSR had to go report it etc so we had to cancel our tickets and buy later ones for Copacabana. HannahW handled the situation soo well, she was a star. She actually commented that 'the guy who took it obviously needs the stuff more than me' and she proceeded to pray for him later in our team time - how awesome is this chick?!


In Copacabana we booked into a hotel. It was nice enough but we got ripped off big time by the price. Though of course it was the first time we'd booked a hotel so we didn´t know any better at this stage. We stayed here 2 nights. My first impression was 'I dont like this place I wanna go home'. This mindset quickly changed and now I´d honestly saw I love it! I´d go back for sure. It´s very small and very touristy. I hardly saw 10 locals the wholoe time, it´s full of gringo backpackers and hippies selling jewellery. Lots of cafes and funky restaurants. One place pretty much became our home we ate there so much but we just loved it. One night we met 2 guys who were travelling and had just in fact met each other that day so we had a good laugh with them over dinner. It was great to meet strangers and hear their experiences and stories from their travels. Pete, one of the guys reminded me sooo much of you! He looked like you, had a similar sense of humour and just the way he talked and everything. You didn't come across an Aussie named Grassie on your trip??haha Oh and since I'm addressing you, Pete.. I have a photo of us Harrisons at Colin n Shaz's wedding party in my bible and the girls at my old centre saw it and they all loved you!lol


So, Copacabana is on the Bolivia side of Lake Titicaca. We went out one afternoon in little pedal swan boats (not unlike those at Bangor's pickie park!). It was awesome. There was a moment of realisation that 'wow..I´m on a pedal swan having a great laugh with HannahW in the middle of lake Titicaca just before sunset'.. pure bliss, it was such a feeling of happiness and how lucky I am to have the opportunity to be here. We took a boat trip out to La Isla del Sol which is a beautiful island in the lake. We spent a night there. Emma was quite sick my this stage and she spent most of the time here in bed, poor girl, and Heather had spent a whole day sick in bed in Copacabana. We saw the most spectacular views on isla del sol. It was just beautiful - we saw a sunset over the lake, then got up for sunrise the next morning - fantastic. But the most amazing sight was the stars. I'm really not very into star gazing or anything, I mean I always like looking at stars but I don't get overly excited or know any constalations or anything, but when I looked up and saw what I saw on Isla del Sol it literallt took my breath away. I was speechless! The sky was crystal clear and covered with millions of stars all over, I actually saw my first every shooting star here. I'll never forget that sight. It was phenominal.


Trout is a very big dish around the lake, so in Copacabana and Isla del Sol we all enjoyed lots of trout dinners! It was really good.


Without being able to book things in advance we only had a rough schedule we were trying to follow for the weeks holiday. We had planned to spend a night or 2 in La Paz but none of us had any desire whatsoever to spend more time there than absolutely necessary - perhaps just because of the bad first impression of arrving in the early hours and having the bag stolen. It seemed strange that we didn't like it cause everyone keeps telling us how lovely it is etc. I guess we didn't see very much of it, maybe there is a better side to it. But anyway, so we decided to not spend any nights in La Paz and instead we went back to Copacabana for another night! There's an excellent restaurant that has a movie room. It's free to use you just have to buy food so we watched Evan Almighty and ordered pizzas!

We left the next morning for Puno, Peru. We didn't really want to go to Peru but we needed to leave Bolivia and return to get a tourist visa on the way back in. I hated Puno. We all did really! Karen McCoy what were you thinking!? lol She told me how pretty and lovely it was.. mentirosa!haha we'll have fun talking Spanish when I get home muhaha! Anyway yeh we spent a night in Puno. It wasn't bad we found a nice cheap hostel and a good place where we got to try Alpaca for dinner. Then we slept and left. We thankfully did get tourist visas on the way back into Bolivia no problem but only 30day ones and we wanted 90days! So we went to the immigration office in La Paz and got them extended for free, no problems. So that's me sorted with my visa for my extension as well which is good. One less thing to worry about!


It was an eventful holiday. I really enjoyed it, lots, but it had it's dramas, sicknesses and stresses. It felt good to be home on the Friday night and it meant we had the whole weekend to rest. Which was needed!


Saturday was spent shoppig with HannahW to replace her lost belongings. We had a lovley day. Nice lunch, and found some nice shops - which is super hard here - all the shops are like Quiz only worse!! Dave Barbon (the name's growing on me) invited us all round for a BBQ at his house in the evening. We chatted, ate and watched a movie. On Sunday we went to the English service, stayed for th Spanish music then had lunch in a lovely Chinese restaurant. We went back to the Portuguese service in th evening which was the funniest time ever..those Brasilians are hilarious, crazy. But that's a story for when I come home. I dunno who reads this blog!lol As usual we went to the Cine Center after for food. It was Bart's last night. He's gone now it's so sad. He's not coming back either, he's just left and is going to continue studying in Brasil! So we saw a movie with him and said our goodbyes while holding the tears back. Bart is a fantasic guy. Kind, friendly, supportive, funny, really looked our for us and was like our big brother while he was here. He will be greatly missed.

On Monday it was all change. Emma swapped centres with Heather and HannahW swapped with me. So, Heather and I had our first day at Trabajadoras. It was great. Very different to the houses we'd worked at up until now as it's working with younger kids - the children of women working on the street. It's more a preventative thing I think, cause if the kids weren't at this centre they would likely be out with their mums on the street.It's school holidays here at the moment so there were no structured activities. We just played with the girls all day, chatting to them, getting to know them a bit. As a grand finale to the schoool holiday programme Mosoj Yan took the girls on a gran campamento! A camp to Chipare. Heather and I had only been at the centre a few hours when the staff asked us to come along on the campamento! Honeslty I didn't want to at first - I don't know the kids, I don't know the staff and I've never been camping before. It was a recipe for a horrible few days surely. But I came around to the idea and decided it would be a good opportunity to overcome all those reasons I just mentioned. Afteral, I jumped on a plane to Bolivia for 4 months out of the blue.. why not take a group of 60 Spanish speaking kids I don't know to camp in the Bolivian jungle?



So we arrived at the centre at the usual time and it was a very laid back - holiday atmosphere. The kids were very chatty and friendly and happily came to talk to us which made me feel better. They like me.. phew! haha The staff, too, are lovely but they were busy getting prepared and so we didn't speak to them much. There are 2 other volunteers at Trabajadoras at the minute. A German guy called Cristoph and an Argentinian girl called Luidmila. They don't speak English but can understandn it and I think Cristoph knows more than he lets on. The first day they didn't seem very friendly toward us but we chatted a bit more this time. They're nice. Although they don't seem to understand that we don't know much Spanish cos they talk so fast to us and it's difficcult to carry a conversation. Then there's Julie. She's been here for just 2 weeks, from North America. She'll be helping at Albergue, my old centre, but she came to help out on camp too. I really like her she's cool. She hopes to work with Galdys, the psychologist at Albergue to introduce music therapy with the girls and also more exercie things such as aerobics etc. I was glad she came on camp it meant that we had a translator if needed! She speaks good Spanish. When they arrived, Luidmila told us about an injection she'd got to protecft against these bugs that bite you and lay eggs under your skin! So yeh straight away Julie, Heather and I went to the nearest pharmacy to get the jab before we left!!lol I hope it worked cos my legs are covered with bites from the camp..! They were actually terrible. I had to go to the chemist and get cream for them yesterday cause they were still itchy and sore. When I tell people they just say 'yea.. that's Chipare!' haha


We hired a bus to take us on the 5 hour journey. It was about a 40 seater bus I reckon with over 60 people on it. The kids were 3 to two seats and volunteers stood or sat in the aisle. It was boiling hot and the kids were hyper - add in a rather crazy bus driver and that was quite a journey! After about 2-3 hours some kids squished tp to give me a seat. But by this time I was tired, sweaty and hungry and so understanding all the kids around me talking to me was difficult!



This trip lasted from Tuesday to Friday. The best way to describe it would be challenging and moulding. I say moulding because it really was a life changing time. No spectacular moments of change but I mean I did feel pushed to my limits at times. And I came through it all. I'll not go into the details of it now but i faced challenges and overcame them, I was well proud of myself. Generally I'm a quitter. Just ask my mum! But I perservered through a lot of stuff and came out the better for it. One tough thing about this centre is that I understand more Spanish than Heather and so I put myself under pressure, maybe unnecessarily, to understand for the both of us what the staff and kids are saying. It's good though, I like the pressure and responsibility.



I think going on this campemento was a really good boost for my Spanish. There was a moment of realisation of how far I've come when walking back from the lake one day. I was walking with Heather and a girl came along and grabbed my arm to walk with her. So I ended up walking with this girl for at least 15mins and had a good conversation the whole time. It's encouraging to think that when I arrived here I knew 'hola' and now Im having long conversations with 12 yr old Bolivian street girls. She says when she's older she wants to work with street girls because she loves Mosoj Yan and how they've helped her. Isn't that incredible?!



On thursday afternoon was the highlight of the trip. Chipare is famous for monkeys. That's all the kids talked about - monos, monos, monos. There are lots of animal parks in Chipare that have lots of monkeys. We'd been told by anyone who's been that it's fantastic and they climb on you and everything! The park we went to was tiny and to be honest I was a little disappointed. To be fair though I think we just went to the cheapest park - 60 kids to pay for is a lot. I've no doubt thqat all I've heard is true but I didn't get to see that being with the group of kids! When we arrived at the park we got stripped of everything - bags, jewellery, camera etc.. I soon saw why when a little cheeky chimp sneaked up on Luidmiola and snatched her ice lolly right outv of her hand and then went and sat on a car roof tov eat uit only a few metres away! lol it was sooo funny. The kids loved it. Apart from that the monkeys didn't interact too much and we only saw a few. A couple were actually tied to trees on very short ropes so that they could always be seen. There was a parrot place and in their tiny cages the parrots were also tied to their perches. The most shocking, however, was that there were 2 men with a brown bear. It was on a lead and was obviously veryheavily sedated or something. They sort of dragged it around the park by the lead.

The other afternoon was spent at the lake. In the mornings Christoph and Luidmila led team games. There were 3 teams of mixed ages from 6-18yrs. It was nice, and surprising, to see how well the age groups mixed together and got on. The older girls looked after the youngers and the youngers really lookedc up to their peers. I imagine in a similar group of British kids they would create a divide in ages straight away and not mix with the others. It's maybe like this here because of the huge emphasis on family and that multiple generations remain very close. It was really good to introduce the older girls to responsibilty as well. The teams would lose points if any of them were late for breakfast etc so the older girls would help the younger ones get ready, making sure they brushed their teeth etc..

Thankfully we didn't sleep in tents. The place we stayed was as basic as it gets though. It's the property of a Quechuen Christian couple which also has a church being built on it. No beds, no furniture, nothing. There were 3 sections of the big room cordoned off into rooms for the 3 teams of kids. The staff and volunteers had to sleep on the concrete landing outside the rooms. It was freeeeezing at night time. Roasting during the day, almost unbearable. The building was open with some walls missing here and there which didn't help the temperature at night. The toilets were the most disgusting I've ever used, literally. They were squats outside. I can't even tell you any more about them I just don't want to remember them. All I'll say is that they were too close to the outdoor food perperation area. It was horrible. The flies and eugh no more. Moving on..

On Thrusday night the volunteers ( Christoph, Luidmila, Julie, Heather and I) did a mime. You all know how much I don'tv like acting and dramas but I absolutely loved doing this one. I originally volunteered myself to be the ticking clock in this story but then I got so into it that I wanted a bigger role and so swapped! I surprised myself by how much I got into it and enjoyed myself.

So yeah, this week I pushed past so many struggles and brick walls and gave everything my best shot and I feel all the better for it. I love this experience! It was a great way to introduce myself and get to know the girls.

A couple of extra musings from camp..
I think I saw an eagle soaring while on the bus on the way, so Andy if you coupld check that out for me, are there eagles in south america?? haha I dunno. Might have been a big bird but it was pretty incredible whatever it was! Also, I saw soo many log trucks! Going in both directions! Passing each other!! haha just for all you Brian Regan fans.. Another one.. at my old centre where I worked with HannahSR there is a toddler called Nicole who is 2 and a half yrs. HannahSR cut her finger and Nic saw it and brought her over beside a tree where she ripped off some leaves and wrapped them around it! She actually instinctly thought - get some leeeaves! No joke. It was hilarioous and I tried to explain this to HannahSR but Brian Regan was lost on her. I think I'd have needed Goo (or sorry is it Graham now?) to help me with the impression!

Sorry for the time taken for this post to be posted, I've been writing it for literally 2 weeks! Just didn't have time to finish it so kept returning to it.

Thanks for reading.. now you can comment :o)
Chao x