2. I got to the bus stop a little later than usual last Friday morning. Several buses passed me by signaling they were full. When one finally stopped there was only room in the front seat which is a scary ride no matter who is driving, but I was tired of waiting so I decided to hop on and close my eyes for a fearless ride. And hop on is exactly what I tried to do - unfortunately falling to the ground before making contact with the seat. No one offered to help, just looked at the clumsy blonde Peace Corps and waited for me to pull it together and try again.
Me on this glorious day halfway from my house to the Marriott |
Same walk, about a mile later, covered in litter, a major threat to the ecosystem. |
The end of the walk, taken from the restaurant at the Marriott. |
4. Last week, we were told a meeting had been scheduled with the Permanent Secretary (PS) of our Ministry for Tuesday morning at 10. I was looking forward to the opportunity to discuss my service goals and had prepared several project outlines to share before walking across the street to Government headquarters with the other staff members from my office. Once we arrived, we waited in the hallway for the assistant to call us into the meeting. 30 minutes later, still waiting, the assistant appeared and told us we should return to our offices and wait there for the PS. It's Monday morning, 4 work days later, and I'm still waiting.
5. The Director of Youth (my counterpart) is also a wedding planner and an embalmer.
6. On one of my beach walks, I came across Dr. Brown and his amazing Aquaculture Fish Farm. It is a research farm which he has been operating (self-funded) for some 16 years. Dr. Brown told me he cultivates the Jamaican Red Snapper, a salt water version of the fresh water Tilapia. He has four ponds on his property, all fed with water from the sea. He also has an invention he calls a Sexual Reassignment machine and a process he said he developed to do just that, thereby reducing the number of female fish and increasing his profits. (Apparently each female can produce 1500 babies - far more than he needs to feed, grow and sell.) The contraption is located near the "maternity ward" and looks much like a trio of laundry tubs with tubes extending in several directions. By taking the newly spawned females, putting them in this machine, and feeding them a special food laced with testosterone, he said he can influence their gender and control the number of females he cultivates. He said he only needs 5 females to cultivate the entire farm. "Besides," he explained, "females eat too much and are a distraction to the males." Where have I heard that before?
Dr. Brown's Aquaculture Center.
Dr. Brown explaining his fish farm.
The maternity ward.
7. Everyday on the way home, the bus passes the St. Kitts dump, a site that has been used to deposit trash and other waste for the past 15 years. About 5 weeks ago a huge pile of tires caught fire and sent dense billows of black smoke into the air. The toxic fumes continue to poison the atmosphere as the fire burns from below the earth. There are no plans to contain it.
8. Kittitian women have a habit of patting the tops of their heads. I've asked several people about this gesture - wondering if it was culture specific or had a lingual context. One person told me it was a way of scratching the head where too tight plaits contributed to an itchy scalp. That made sense until I saw a woman without plaits doing the same thing - patting rhythmically on a spot closer to her forehead. "It means everything is good," she told me. That worked too, but it seemed to be a rather painful way of showing happiness. Finally, after observing schoolchildren doing the same thing, usually after being reprimanded by an adult, I decided it must be nervousness, not unlike nail biting or foot tapping.
9. Calvin Klein don't bother to send your perfumes to St. Kitts! I've been curious why so many Kittitian school girls have white necks. Since I'm not living in a culture that practices body markings to denote tribal or familial affiliations, I decided it was time to ask the question. A young high school student, similarly marked, got off at the same bus stop that I did and we walked together for awhile. When I asked her about the markings she explained that it was baby powder, and that all the girls used it because it "makes you smell sweet and keeps you fresh all day." Are you listening Johnson and Johnson?
10. I've been going to the gym for 4 weeks now, working out with weights, trying to tone my neglected muscles. The trainer on the floor, a lovely and very muscular woman named Shirley, told me the first day she met me that I was the weakest person she had ever worked with. She didn't mean it to be disrespectful, just stating the facts. She told me she didn't think I would ever be able to build any muscle, but she didn't give up on me and I didn't give up on me. Today she told me I was getting stronger. Yea, me!
And so it goes on Valentine's Day 2011.
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