Things that crawl in the night

I'm not sure that I've ever seen a spider whose eyes actually have a reflection when they are looked at with a light. After getting some pictures, I ran down to the kitchen, and grabbed one of those clear plastic glad tupperware tubs (you know, the ones with the blue lids). I was going to trap it against the wall with the tupperware, slide a piece of paper under the spider while it is calmly behaving. Then, transport it somewhere else. Like, anywhere but my room. The tupperware wasn't big enough.

I go to trap the eight legged beast, and it starts running all over the place. Its really fast. I end up having to chase it all over the room trying to herd it with my insufficient Tupperware and a pair of starchy underwear. I eventually corral the spider over towards the screen door and it starts moving up the door jam (I've heard from others that these things jump, far). I could hear its feet tapping on the wall. The spider moved closer towards the screen door and actually tried opening the door. I saw the door move ever so slightly, but it was not able to open the door enough to squeeze out. Maybe if it ate a few more children or a baby carabao it would be strong enough to open a screen door by itself. So naturally, I helped it out. I mean, I am in the Peace Corps doing good things, so why wouldn't I help a spider move out of my room. This really was a large spider I'm still impressed and scared! The next morning it was gone, but my shoes had moves a few inches to the left of where I had put them.

The next creature I wasn't as kind to. A few weeks ago I had just returned from class and I wanted to get out of my long pants, and into something a little more comfortable (like my ice suit). I went to my dresser door and wasn't paying to much attention to what I was doing. Nor did I pay much attention to the small thumping and patting against my chest. I looked down just in time to see a mouse make it's second attempt to tackle me. It leaped out of my dresser and onto my chest and began to run up my body. (I hope you're smiling). It didn't make it that far (only up to my collar bone) up before it fell to the floor and scuttled away to a corner in the room. I went to get Roger (host brother) to see if there was a mouse trap in the house that I could use. His response was that we needed to call the police because there was a trespasser in the house. After we had a little laugh, Roger got a broom for me and we went up stairs to do the dirty work. With a little team work we made the rest history.
A few nights later after feeling pretty comfortable in my room once again. I woke up to something tickling my neck. Bigger than the usual ant. I grabbed my own throat and chucked the unknown creature across the room. I turned on the light and looked for a few minutes to find this tickle bug, but there was no luck. I assumed that I threw it so hard against the wall that it dissipated into nothing. So I went back to sleep. An hour later I felt the same tickling sensation on my leg. After crawling on my leg, the cockroach had settled down against the wall long enough for me to turn on the light, grab my tsinelas (flip-flops) and smash the living existence out of it. I slept much better after that. I woke up 30 minutes later to roosters tuking. That was a longer day than most.
Those are my best animal stories for now. Fortunately, all the creatures were pretty small, but the creep factor is right up there with best of them. For the record the mouse wasn't that bad. More startling than anything. It was a small mouse. The spider was much bigger.

In Waray-Waray, people say hinay-hinay. The direct translation means, slowly-slowly. What they mean is to go carefully on your way and be safe.

So, slowly-slowly and watch out for spiders!
-K

Pambujan, on the Rocks

I've been trying so long to get to the computer and write down another post. But one thing after another keeps coming up. For such a slow pace of life, the day sure gets filled up quickly. I continue to wake up a little before 5 and go running. I've found a great loop that takes me west of town. There is a small road that looks like a driveway that I take to get off the main highway. After I run down the road a ways there is a suspension bridge just big enough for one person. It looks a little sketchy, but I know you would cross it too if you were here. The rest of my run winds through some rural villages, banana trees, coconut, papaya, and mango trees. There are also some huge fields with carabao. The sun is rising as I run along, it's a great way to start the day.

Last week I went to Manila for a conference and to find out where my final resting place is going to be in the Philippines. The conference was fun. We were held up at an amazing hotel with a aviary, hot showers, A/C rooms, great food and a bar. It was a very nice venue. Peace Corps treats us well.

So for the next two years I will be living in Pambujan, Samar. Samar is the island north of Leyte (which is where I am now). The town is pretty small. Maybe 15-20 thousand people. There are 4-5 paved roads, the rest are sand. The only vehicles in the town are motorcycles. There are vans and jeepnees that leave the town to go other places. My next host families house is only 2 blocks from the beach. The beach itself is very nice. Its wide open, not many trees. The water is clean and so is the sand once you get away from the main spot where everyone hangs out. It's beautiful.

Near Pambujan, there are small islands near by that host white beaches, coral reefs, fruit bats, snakes, and other good stuff. There are also other Peace Corps volunteers near by. Which is nice. They spend time together having dinner parties, going scuba diving, spelunking, and organizing workshops for the community.

While I was visiting Pambujan, I woke up to go for a run and the host family insisted that my host brother be my kasama (a person who looks after you, a chaperon). They were very adamant about this. They want to make sure that I stay safe. He ended up just turning around a little ways in, and went to the basketball court. Don't blame him. Running is hot and exhausting over here, even at 5 in the morning.

On my way back into town I saw a small group of boys waving a large pole up near a power line. My first thought was "Good God, it's Franklin reincarnated, I've found the diamond in the rough" as I got closer I noticed that they were trying to get something out of a tree. As I ran by I saw the boys wiping their arms and hands in a peculiar way. They weren't panicked, but it looked like they were trying to get something off of them. So I stopped and walked back to see what they were doing. Turns out they had accosted a herd of spiders. The spiders were about quarter size, quick moving and crawling all over the boys, and a small twig they cut down from the tree.

As I stood there and looked at them, the spiders continued to crawl all over their arms, neck and chest. They didn't seem too concerned about the arachnids. They were focusing more on the large two legged creature that stood in front of them. We exchanged names and had a small conversation in Waray, and then I was on my way. I never did figure out what they were doing with the spiders. It was very entertaining though. Its good to see what kids do to keep themselves occupied when there is no T.V. I met another boy training a dove that he caught. He said he would teach me how to train a dove when I come back. So more on that soon.

I had an interesting day yesterday. Our language group went to Tacloban (biggest city in Layte and Samar. 40 minutes away) to practice language skills amongst the locals. We were to go on a scavenger hunt to find certain places and information using the Waray dialect. We were on our way to the post office.

Now you should know this first. There are two lanes on the roads in the Philippines, but all three of them are used. People drive in the middle of the road while other vehicles are still on the left and right of them. It took a while to get used to this Grande Theft Auto style of driving. While the cars are driving around with reckless abandon, people and dogs and old men are crossing the street whenever they choose. Usually causing the drivers to slam on their brakes or swerve. Its very manic. It's amazing that I never hear anyone swear or look frustrated.

So back to the story. Apparently we picked the only "No Jay Walking" zone in the Philippines when we decided to cross the road. Two people with whistles and a backstage pass came running after us and cited us for jay walking. We had two options, we could pay 200 pesos or volunteer 1 hours of community service (I thought that was the funny part) So we decided to do the volunteer service (is that double dipping? Do I get something extra for that?)

We were escorted to the social justice building and were sat down. Now the funny part. Holly (age 65), Alex (age 24 and cute) and me (just me) were sat down. Holly was let off because she is a senior citizen, and Alex wasn't written up either. I'm not sure why, and neither is she. But I've got a sneaky suspension. So it was just me that got the fine. I guess being cute and white doesn't get me much in the Philippines :)

Our supervisor was with us at this point, and she was talking with "the man" trying to point out the obvious that we were serving their country, volunteering for 2 years, saving children, ending world hunger, and stopping whale abuse. But they didn't care. Justice must be served! So we ended up paying the p200. The best part of the whole thing was that the office was air conditioned. That was the highlight of my day yesterday. Being bit on the neck by a cockroach in my sleep last night was not the highlight of my day.

There are more stories to come. But I've got to head off to school and save children. Thanks for reading and posting comments. It makes my day every time I read a new comment. It's good to hear about what's going on back home. Love ya 'all!

Hinay hinay!

Kelly