I love saunas.
I just don't like living in them. And sometimes during the hot season, it feels like that.
The only escape is a fan, something that will get the air moving and have a slight cooling effect. It was the first item I purchased when I arrived here last April and has served me well.
So when my fan broke down on Thursday afternoon, a repair was urgent.
Now, let me explain that my fan's demise was not immediate. It was a month-long process. It started a few weeks back when sparks started to shoot out of the fan when it was on its higher levels, but it worked perfectly on the low-velocity option. No pasa nada, right?
Well, the fan worked well for a a couple weeks on low velocity, and because I was content to have some air moving, maintenance wasn't urgent. But Thursday, it died.
My friend's brother is an electrician. I figured he would be able to give me some guidance on this quest.
And so began the road to recovery.
Well not quite. When I left my house to take the fan to my friend's, the fan was in one piece. By the time I got there, it had broken into several pieces. I wasn't worried. From what I have learned from reform programs, we break ourselves down before building ourselves back up again. Maybe it's the same for my fan and this was just part of the process.
So I arrived at my friend's temporary house with the blades in one hand and the base and cord in another (I say temporary because recent flooding has forced my friend to evacuate her house and live in a local preschool).
My friend's brother answers the door in a ripped polo short and uncomfortably revealing cut-off jean shorts. I can't actually tell if they were cut-off jean shorts made shorter of cut-off jeans made into cut-off jean shorts (Bio Dome, anyone?). He said that he'll take a look at it.
He took apart my fan on the floor, inspecting the various pieces and trying to explain it in technical Spanish. It kind of went over my head. From what I understood, it was a cheaply build Chinese fan, so it's not surprising that it broke. There must have been a short circuit some where because all of the wires looked like they were burnt. He spent forty minutes correcting this problem and putting the fan back together before realizing that there was a blown fuse.
He looked around the preschool for a fuse but said he didn't know where he put them during the move. I would have to find one and come back in the afternoon. Don't worry, he told me, there are plenty of electronics repair joints in town. You shouldn't have much an issue finding one.
So with the fuse in hand, I went to the store that he said would definitely have it. They said that they don't carry that product but the motorcycle shop down street carries them.
So I went there. They told me that they didn't carry them, but that the hardware store next door should have them.
They didn't. They told me that the audio system store down the street sells them.
They didn't. But the car electronics store around the corner is known to carry that gauge fuse.
They didn't, but they knew who does. There is a guy who lives three blocks away named Don Napoleon, his nickname is Maestro Piojo (Mr. Lice). I finally found his house and asked for Mr. Lice.
He does, they told me. (Finally, my quest had come to an end. It only took me five places but I have finally found what I'm looking for.) Unfortunately, he is in the hospital and won't be out until Monday. They don't know where he keeps.
By now, it was lunch time. I needed to regroup. At this point, I was without a lead or lunch.
After three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I was refreshed and read to continue. I returned to the first hardware store I went to. When I went there earlier, the son was working. Maybe the father would be back and might give me another lead.
The father was in and told me that he had a used fuse I could have, but that it still worked. He sent me to another hardware store on the other side of town that he was confident carried that kind of product.
They didn't. But they told me that a motorcycle repair place a block away would surely stock them.
They didn't. But the auto repair place a couple of blocks away is known to sell the product.
They didn't. But the electronics store three blocks away will definitely carry the fuse.
They didn't. But a place near the market will have it. No doubt.
They didn't. But he tried out the used fuse the other guy had given me and said that, while it's not recommended to use a used a fuse, it could maybe work.
Well, I didn't think there were any other electronic/motorcycle/car repair/obscurely nicknamed electronics repairmen left in town, so I headed by to the electrician with the used fuse.
I dropped it off. He called me an hour later and told me the fan was working. I went to his house and through his open roof I heard the magical humming of the spinning blades.
I brought it home. And as I am writing this, a gentle breeze is flowing through the house, really creating a calm, soothing environment. I'm pretty sure you can feel it through the computer screen.
I dedicated an entire day to getting my fan fixed. I visited twelve different stores in search of a new fuse. Luckily my schedule is flexible and I can take off of work whenever I want. I can't imagine how someone with a 9-5 job would get there fan fixed. Then again, how many people in town have 9-5 jobs?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Condor's Back
Last year, I became a fan of the local soccer team - Club Deportivo Condor. They're not quite the New York Yankees of Ecuadorian soccer. I think the Detroit Lions is a much better comparison.
In the month and a half that I followed the team, I didn't see them score a single goal. And according to everyone I talked to, that was the team's best season in recent memory.
Well, they're back.
The new season of Condor soccer officially begins next Saturday. And because I'll be accompanying the AREvista sports writers to most of the games this year, I figured I will post a few blogs about the team's progress, my observations of the crowd, critique of how they treat the media, etc.
Should be a good time.
Last year's team actually did pretty well. I just started following them at the wrong time.
At the beginning of the season, the 12 professional teams from the province are divided into the three groups of four. Within these groups of four, each team plays a home-and-home series against the other. The top two teams from each group advance to the hexagonal.
Last year, Condor advanced out of the group-of-four stage into the hexagonal for the first time since the local soccer media can remember. Then they played against five of the top teams in the province.
It was at this point that I started following the team last year. Because they other teams in the province were very good (and Condor wasn't quite at that level), they weren't very competitive in that league. They comfortably finished last.
The top two teams from the hexagonal would then advance into a nationwide tournament against other teams at that level. And the top two teams from that nationwide tournament qualify for the Series B professional league.
I wrote the previous paragraph so that you get a sense of how the system works. It is quite unrealistic to think Condor has any chance to reach that level in the foreseeable (or unforeseeable) future.
If you want to be optimistic about Condor's chances to advance the hexagonal again, it has the same four-team group as last year.
So I guess they have that going for them.
On the other hand, they showed up at their first practice with eight players on the roster. One would typically like to be able to field a full squad of 11. And in a perfect world, you would like to be able to have two lines to play scrimmage-like games in practice. Twenty five is the number the coach was looking for.
Apparently, he finalized his roster earlier this week. But at their first exhibition of the year, they didn't wear jerseys and some guy showed up, begging the coach to let him on the team (even though he hadn't shown up at any of the earlier practices or tryouts).
Condor also has a new coach this year. His predecessor left for more money, so his former assistant took over. As someone who knows very little about soccer, I have no idea how this will effect this will have, except that the fans will be complaining about a different coach this year than last.
The roster should have a lot of familiar names on it - if you knew the names last year, that is. It appears that they return a lot of player's from last year's hexagonal-qualifying team, but it will be difficult to gauge the team's progress until one sees how the other local teams size up.
I have really no idea what to expect out of this year's soccer season - except good times. It would be great for the everyone if the local team can play well. I think it would be great for the community's self-esteem.
In the month and a half that I followed the team, I didn't see them score a single goal. And according to everyone I talked to, that was the team's best season in recent memory.
Well, they're back.
The new season of Condor soccer officially begins next Saturday. And because I'll be accompanying the AREvista sports writers to most of the games this year, I figured I will post a few blogs about the team's progress, my observations of the crowd, critique of how they treat the media, etc.
Should be a good time.
Last year's team actually did pretty well. I just started following them at the wrong time.
At the beginning of the season, the 12 professional teams from the province are divided into the three groups of four. Within these groups of four, each team plays a home-and-home series against the other. The top two teams from each group advance to the hexagonal.
Last year, Condor advanced out of the group-of-four stage into the hexagonal for the first time since the local soccer media can remember. Then they played against five of the top teams in the province.
It was at this point that I started following the team last year. Because they other teams in the province were very good (and Condor wasn't quite at that level), they weren't very competitive in that league. They comfortably finished last.
The top two teams from the hexagonal would then advance into a nationwide tournament against other teams at that level. And the top two teams from that nationwide tournament qualify for the Series B professional league.
I wrote the previous paragraph so that you get a sense of how the system works. It is quite unrealistic to think Condor has any chance to reach that level in the foreseeable (or unforeseeable) future.
If you want to be optimistic about Condor's chances to advance the hexagonal again, it has the same four-team group as last year.
So I guess they have that going for them.
On the other hand, they showed up at their first practice with eight players on the roster. One would typically like to be able to field a full squad of 11. And in a perfect world, you would like to be able to have two lines to play scrimmage-like games in practice. Twenty five is the number the coach was looking for.
Apparently, he finalized his roster earlier this week. But at their first exhibition of the year, they didn't wear jerseys and some guy showed up, begging the coach to let him on the team (even though he hadn't shown up at any of the earlier practices or tryouts).
Condor also has a new coach this year. His predecessor left for more money, so his former assistant took over. As someone who knows very little about soccer, I have no idea how this will effect this will have, except that the fans will be complaining about a different coach this year than last.
The roster should have a lot of familiar names on it - if you knew the names last year, that is. It appears that they return a lot of player's from last year's hexagonal-qualifying team, but it will be difficult to gauge the team's progress until one sees how the other local teams size up.
I have really no idea what to expect out of this year's soccer season - except good times. It would be great for the everyone if the local team can play well. I think it would be great for the community's self-esteem.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Letting go (in stages)
This afternoon, I bid farewell to a dear friend.
We had known each other for about four months and really enjoyed one another's company. I always played host and regularly fed it. It was the longest relationship of this kind that I have ever had. But as with any relationship, there comes a time when one has to move on.
With a heavy heart, I did so. But I know that there is always a chance that it will come back.
I shaved my beard this afternoon.
It was difficult. It was the longest I had ever let me beard grow out. It was a great experience, but it was time.
Now, call me crazy, but after investing five months into growing this glory, I wasn't about to just chop it off without ceremony. That would be not give my furry friend the respect that he deserved.
So I scoured the Internets, searching for creative beard trimming designs and strategies that would allow me to shave it into several patterns before ultimately saying goodbye. I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for (Internet, you disappointed me. Or maybe I was just wasn't searching correctly?).
But I did find some outstanding suggestions along the way. I believe the photos can speak for themselves from here on out.
Joaquin Phoenix
A young, patchy Castro
General, Governor, Senator, and Legend Ambrose Burnsides
Martin Van Buren
(Don't worry. I took another flashing the Van Buren Boys' secret sign)
Simon Bolivar
Now, I know what you're thinking.
Actually, this trimming took less time than it normally takes me to shave my beard. A combination of a new razor and some help from a friend. Maybe I should do this every time?
I wasn't the only one sad to see the beard go. My mirror broke midway through the process. Either, it was so appalled at my Ambrose Burnsides attempt or it was opposed to any facial-hair cutting. I can't decide.
In the beginning of this post, I said that I regularly fed me facial hair. Food often got caught up in that jungle, typically mango (but not exclusively).
We had known each other for about four months and really enjoyed one another's company. I always played host and regularly fed it. It was the longest relationship of this kind that I have ever had. But as with any relationship, there comes a time when one has to move on.
With a heavy heart, I did so. But I know that there is always a chance that it will come back.
I shaved my beard this afternoon.
It was difficult. It was the longest I had ever let me beard grow out. It was a great experience, but it was time.
Now, call me crazy, but after investing five months into growing this glory, I wasn't about to just chop it off without ceremony. That would be not give my furry friend the respect that he deserved.
So I scoured the Internets, searching for creative beard trimming designs and strategies that would allow me to shave it into several patterns before ultimately saying goodbye. I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for (Internet, you disappointed me. Or maybe I was just wasn't searching correctly?).
But I did find some outstanding suggestions along the way. I believe the photos can speak for themselves from here on out.
Joaquin Phoenix
A young, patchy Castro
General, Governor, Senator, and Legend Ambrose Burnsides
Martin Van Buren
(Don't worry. I took another flashing the Van Buren Boys' secret sign)
Simon Bolivar
Now, I know what you're thinking.
Is this how a Peace Corps volunteer spends his weekend? Shouldn't he be, you know, helping out?
Actually, this trimming took less time than it normally takes me to shave my beard. A combination of a new razor and some help from a friend. Maybe I should do this every time?
I wasn't the only one sad to see the beard go. My mirror broke midway through the process. Either, it was so appalled at my Ambrose Burnsides attempt or it was opposed to any facial-hair cutting. I can't decide.
In the beginning of this post, I said that I regularly fed me facial hair. Food often got caught up in that jungle, typically mango (but not exclusively).
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sometimes they confuse the "b" and "v"
In Spanish, the "b" and "v" sounds are very similar.
Sometimes the people here don't just confuse the letters in speech. They also mistake them in writing.
In the Spanish, "botar" means "to throw (typically into the street or some other public space that isn't a garbage can)." "Votar" means "to vote."
So this sign would mean "it's prohibited to vote for garbage." You would expect that there would be very little opposition to this message. But if you were to see what people do with any candy wrapper or plastic bottle after using it, you would think that using garbage cans is a minority position.
Sometimes the people here don't just confuse the letters in speech. They also mistake them in writing.
In the Spanish, "botar" means "to throw (typically into the street or some other public space that isn't a garbage can)." "Votar" means "to vote."
So this sign would mean "it's prohibited to vote for garbage." You would expect that there would be very little opposition to this message. But if you were to see what people do with any candy wrapper or plastic bottle after using it, you would think that using garbage cans is a minority position.
Monday, March 08, 2010
I guess it's a possible diagnosis
About a month ago, one of the kids on our newspaper staff said he would attend our newspaper day camp.
But the two-week camp came and went with no sign of the kid.
He is very motivated to work on the newspaper, and his mom has been very supportive of the project. So his absence was a bit weird.
Well, my friend ran into his mom the other day.
Now, the spirit of death isn't death. The main difference being that the spirit of death doesn't kill you. The main symptoms, from what I gather, are sadness, depression, not talking very much, and just generally being out of it. Apparently, Jefferson is suffering through bad case of this.
He hasn't been himself for over a month now. His family has taken him to doctors and specialists, but no one has been able to cure him. They are considering taking him to see a shaman to rid him of the evil spirit. When someone goes to a shaman around here, the typical treatment is the shaman spitting something in your face.
Even though that would be an expensive treatment, Jefferson needs to get better before the school year starts next month. And his mom says he is no condition to go to school.
Now I'm no doctor or shaman, so I don't know very much about the spirit of death. But from what I know of this kid, he was pretty shy to begin with. He was pretty quiet. Now, if you add the death of a family member to the situation and I'm thinking the kid might just be sad about the death.
Or he might have been overcome by the spirit of death and needs to go to a shaman.
But the two-week camp came and went with no sign of the kid.
He is very motivated to work on the newspaper, and his mom has been very supportive of the project. So his absence was a bit weird.
Well, my friend ran into his mom the other day.
Ian's friend: Where has Jefferson been?
Jefferson's mom: He has been sick for over a month now.
Ian's friend: Oh no. What's wrong?
Jefferson's mom: The spirit of death has hit him, and we can't get it out of him.
Ian's friend: What?
Jefferson's mom: Well, a couple of months ago, a family member died. Jefferson spent too much time around the dead body during the wake. So he has contracted the spirit of death.
Now, the spirit of death isn't death. The main difference being that the spirit of death doesn't kill you. The main symptoms, from what I gather, are sadness, depression, not talking very much, and just generally being out of it. Apparently, Jefferson is suffering through bad case of this.
He hasn't been himself for over a month now. His family has taken him to doctors and specialists, but no one has been able to cure him. They are considering taking him to see a shaman to rid him of the evil spirit. When someone goes to a shaman around here, the typical treatment is the shaman spitting something in your face.
Even though that would be an expensive treatment, Jefferson needs to get better before the school year starts next month. And his mom says he is no condition to go to school.
Now I'm no doctor or shaman, so I don't know very much about the spirit of death. But from what I know of this kid, he was pretty shy to begin with. He was pretty quiet. Now, if you add the death of a family member to the situation and I'm thinking the kid might just be sad about the death.
Or he might have been overcome by the spirit of death and needs to go to a shaman.
Friday, March 05, 2010
Rehydration
It was a scorcher Friday.
We are in the heart of the hot season, and it might have been the hottest day yet.
It was the last day of the day camp we organized, and we were treating the kids to a day at the pool at the army base. But we had to walk to the army base, which was on the other side of town.
(I know it's far, but think of how refreshing a cold pool is on a hot summer day)
When we got to the base, we bought two big, cold bags of water to give the kids (water comes in bags here, related blog post upcoming).
Who wouldn't have killed for a cold glass of water in this heat wave?
Our kids, that is.
I didn't even know what to say to that ... and still don't.
We are in the heart of the hot season, and it might have been the hottest day yet.
It was the last day of the day camp we organized, and we were treating the kids to a day at the pool at the army base. But we had to walk to the army base, which was on the other side of town.
(I know it's far, but think of how refreshing a cold pool is on a hot summer day)
When we got to the base, we bought two big, cold bags of water to give the kids (water comes in bags here, related blog post upcoming).
Who wouldn't have killed for a cold glass of water in this heat wave?
Our kids, that is.
Ian: Water?
Kid: No thanks.
Ian: Why? It's important to drink water on a hot day.
Kid: No thanks. It makes me sweat.
I didn't even know what to say to that ... and still don't.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Hey, Sideburns
For fifty cents, you can get a cup of the freshest goat milk in town from this herd that roams the streets every day.
(Click on the image to get a better shot of these not-so-lonely goats)
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Usage guide: No pasa nada
No pasa nada
It's just three words. Ten letters.
But around here it is a philosophy.
In English, it best translates to "don't worry about it" or "nothing's going to happen."
It is typically said to allay fears in obviously dangerous situations or when something is clearly wrong but someone doesn't want to put the time into fixing it.
The best way to explain its correct usage is to give you a few case studies in proper "no pasa nada" application.
The kids at the newspaper camp are going to do a ropes course at the local army base.
The kids' safety depends on the soldiers being attentive as they pass through the elevated course and at least six soldiers need to pay attention for things to go well. This rarely happened. The soldiers had to remind the soldiers to focus on the kids. With this, you also meet the second condition for proper "no pasa nada" usage, people not wanting to put the energy into correcting the situation.
But the soldiers were right. No pasó nada. (Nothing happened)
I was walking with the kids from our newspaper day camp.
Also, if the ants were crawling around my bag, it didn’t hurt anybody. These weren't the kind that bite.
Furthermore, the kids laughed, which means that they appreciated my attempts to integrate into society.
(This situation clearly reflects the need for me to clean out my backpack, as well.)
Saturday morning, I heard that there was an 8.8 magnitude earthquake off the Chilean coast. I didn't know whether or not we are at risk of a tsunami here because even though I don't live on the seashore, I am not that far away or that high above sea level. Nobody really knew what was going on.
We are ready to go visit the bees during the beekeeping conference. I check my mask and realize that it isn't completely sealed.
I went to go get this checked out with the trainers. They said that my mask was faulty and that I needed to get a new one.
(This one was sent in from a fellow Peace Corps volunteer)
The kids at the school in town are outside for recess. Some kids start climbing on the soccer net. The school director, seeing possible danger in this situation, wants to put a stop to it.
This was well-applied. Notice how there is obvious danger. The kids are climbing on the nets and could fall down and get seriously hurt. But to allay the fears of the school director, the kids just told him that nothing will happen. That was all the director had to hear, and the kids continued playing.
It's raining outside. I'm not home. I decide to walk home.
They were concerned, believing that I am walking into certain danger. I calm their fears and tell them that nothing will happen.
During last week's bull incident, I called my coworker, who was up the road, to tell her what was going on. Keep in mind there are 30 kids walking with me.
It is important to know the limits of the "no pasa nada" because if you apply "no pasa nada" to a situation in which "si pasa algo" (something happens), that hampers your "no pasa nada" permanent record (and less importantly people might actually get hurt). The most important thing in these situations is correct usage. Safety takes a backseat.
In most situations that have a high probability of ending in people getting gored, no pasa nada shouldn’t apply.
I am walking through the eco reserve with my coworker. There is a tower that the military once used as a guard post when the reserve was an exclusively military zone. There are no obvious safety measures in place and the tower doesn't look to sturdy.
Now the most important thing, as I mentioned, is proper usage. If you drop the phrase and something goes wrong, you're going to have to live with that guilt.
This blog post is meant to demonstrate proper application of "no pasa nada" into your life. It's not a black and white science. There is plenty of grey area.
It's just three words. Ten letters.
But around here it is a philosophy.
In English, it best translates to "don't worry about it" or "nothing's going to happen."
It is typically said to allay fears in obviously dangerous situations or when something is clearly wrong but someone doesn't want to put the time into fixing it.
The best way to explain its correct usage is to give you a few case studies in proper "no pasa nada" application.
The kids at the newspaper camp are going to do a ropes course at the local army base.
Kids: We are all going to fall, get hurt., and die.The army gave us 17 soldiers to manage the 35 kids on the obstacle course. There are no harnesses, all of the elements are at least two meters off the ground, and only four kids can be on the course at any time. So you meet the first condition for the presence of obvious danger.
Army soldiers: No pasa nada.
The kids' safety depends on the soldiers being attentive as they pass through the elevated course and at least six soldiers need to pay attention for things to go well. This rarely happened. The soldiers had to remind the soldiers to focus on the kids. With this, you also meet the second condition for proper "no pasa nada" usage, people not wanting to put the energy into correcting the situation.
But the soldiers were right. No pasó nada. (Nothing happened)
I was walking with the kids from our newspaper day camp.
Kids: Ian, there are ants crawling out of your backpack.This was correctly applied. First, having the ants crawl in and out of my backpack had no effect on the kids. So clearly, nothing would happen to the kids.
Ian: No pasa nada.
Kids: (Laughing)
Also, if the ants were crawling around my bag, it didn’t hurt anybody. These weren't the kind that bite.
Furthermore, the kids laughed, which means that they appreciated my attempts to integrate into society.
(This situation clearly reflects the need for me to clean out my backpack, as well.)
Saturday morning, I heard that there was an 8.8 magnitude earthquake off the Chilean coast. I didn't know whether or not we are at risk of a tsunami here because even though I don't live on the seashore, I am not that far away or that high above sea level. Nobody really knew what was going on.
Ian: There was a massive, massive earthquake off the Chilean coast. There might be tsunami waves that hit Ecuador.Incorrect usage. This was said in total seriousness. And well, after what happened in Asia a few years back and the strength of the Chilean earthquake, you can't just brush off tsunamis as no pasa nada. Luckily, the tsunami wave wasn't very bad after this quake.
Coworker: No pasa nada.
We are ready to go visit the bees during the beekeeping conference. I check my mask and realize that it isn't completely sealed.
Ian: Is this something I should be worried about?We’re used to ignoring obvious danger.
Other volunteer: No pasa nada. You'll be fine.
I went to go get this checked out with the trainers. They said that my mask was faulty and that I needed to get a new one.
(This one was sent in from a fellow Peace Corps volunteer)
The kids at the school in town are outside for recess. Some kids start climbing on the soccer net. The school director, seeing possible danger in this situation, wants to put a stop to it.
School director: Get down from there before someone gets hurt.And the kids continue climbing on the net.
Kids: (screaming back to the director) No pasa nada
This was well-applied. Notice how there is obvious danger. The kids are climbing on the nets and could fall down and get seriously hurt. But to allay the fears of the school director, the kids just told him that nothing will happen. That was all the director had to hear, and the kids continued playing.
It's raining outside. I'm not home. I decide to walk home.
Ecuadorian: Ian, don't walk home in the rain. You will get the flu.The common notion in Ecuador is that if you walk outside during the rain you will catch the flu. I don't believe this. So I walk anyway.
Ian: No pasa nada.
They were concerned, believing that I am walking into certain danger. I calm their fears and tell them that nothing will happen.
During last week's bull incident, I called my coworker, who was up the road, to tell her what was going on. Keep in mind there are 30 kids walking with me.
Ian: Look out there is an angry bull running down the street.Incorrect usage of no pasa nada.
Coworker: No pasa nada.
It is important to know the limits of the "no pasa nada" because if you apply "no pasa nada" to a situation in which "si pasa algo" (something happens), that hampers your "no pasa nada" permanent record (and less importantly people might actually get hurt). The most important thing in these situations is correct usage. Safety takes a backseat.
In most situations that have a high probability of ending in people getting gored, no pasa nada shouldn’t apply.
I am walking through the eco reserve with my coworker. There is a tower that the military once used as a guard post when the reserve was an exclusively military zone. There are no obvious safety measures in place and the tower doesn't look to sturdy.
Ian: Are you sure you want to go up there?Brushing off obvious danger. An acceptable application.
Coworker: No pasa nada.
Now the most important thing, as I mentioned, is proper usage. If you drop the phrase and something goes wrong, you're going to have to live with that guilt.
This blog post is meant to demonstrate proper application of "no pasa nada" into your life. It's not a black and white science. There is plenty of grey area.
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