TorontoKing Juan 1 of Cumbia and his chicas
Instituto de Serabales “So we´ll meet at 9 outside the school …” said Juan, little did we know that by 10am we would be on our feet in front of our first class. That was it, no teaching expertise, no lesson plans, no teaching guides and no teachers to shadow. Just the merry band of TAPA volunteers and an expectant bunch of Punta Arenan students. And so began my month as an English teacher in Punta Arenas, good job I’d done it before in Bolivia. A quick trip to the shop at lunchtime with my teaching partner Michael (the man with
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