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My last visit was to the Southern section of the country. I also had a new translator join me this week so it was nice to have a new perspective. He only recently joined CEPAD after working with medical missions for many years. While he has not been to the US he had better conversational English and a greater understanding of the culture/way of life so we were able to have many interesting conversations. The first village we visited was El Nispero. This town has no electricity. So some of the women, if they are lucky, have a basic solar panel and battery. Depending on how much sunlight they get it is enough to turn on the lights at night, charge phones, and maybe a small TV in the summer. Greta: She is a single mom ... read more
Juanita  and her Daughter Sell Second Hand Clothes
Fabiola's Bakery Case
Fabiola's Store


I have yet ANOTHER random adventure to relate. Yesterday I decided to take a walk by myself for a few hours and get to know Nueva Guinea´s back streets, as I only have a few days left here. My boss had asked me to take some pictures of "cultivos" (crops), for an article about Nueva Guinea that will be appearing in a local bulletin/magazine next month. So I used that as an excuse to take the afternoon off work and go exploring. I managed to find a few fields of crops in the part of Nueva Guinea called "Linda Vista" (Pretty View), which (strangely enough) is right in the MIDDLE of the city, yet is pretty much untouched forest and wildlife. After taking a few pics, I decided to head back to the University-- as the ... read more
the bull
The pic of corn crops that I almost lost my life for!
the little stream: dividing line btw me and the bull!


Something that has been an ongoing preoccupation/interest to me is the FOOD here. Or, more precisely, the UNPROCESSED food-stuffs. I mean, we never get to see what our food looks like before it arrives pre-packaged on our grocery store shelves: pre-cooked beans, corn, and peas are to us available in tins, ready-to-eat; vanilla comes in liquid-form in a pretty little bottle, ready to be used in various baking recipies; our coffee is already roasted and ground; our rice shucked and bagged-- even "instant" if we so desire. But what did these products look like BEFORE all of the processing, I have often wondered? Does anyone even KNOW how pineapples and papyas grow (hanging from trees? on a vine on the ground, like a pumpkin?); or what black pepper looks like before it is conveniently ground and ... read more
vanilla
bananas
Aloe Vera


The past few days I have had some pretty cool experinces: possibly some of my favourite since I arrived! It began on Saturday, when I accompanied a neighbour of mine to her organic farm, and learned how to make organic fertilizer. There is a lot more to it than just composting and putting cow manure on the plants-- it is in fact a very time consuming and elaborate process to ensure that the fertilizer is JUST RIGHT for the plants (Not to acidic, not too wet or dry). Yet this was no ordinary organic farm (that in and of itself sounds odd-- organic farms are basically unheard of, so a "normal" organic farm is pretty much an oxy-moron in the first place!)-- this farm is actually part of a larger project of empowering women farmers (campesinas). ... read more
Seeta the Nicaraguense folk dancer!
Seeta the organic farmer


I have had some interesting expereinces at the various Churches of Nueva Guinea. Nueva Guinea was founded by a Baptist pastor in the 1970´s, so it has highly Evangelical roots-- apparently one of the only cities in the country that is predominantly Evangelical, as opposed to Catholic. Although I have noted the predominance of the Evangelical church in the Nicaraguan culture here in general; as opposed to the highly Catholicized society of Mexico, where the Catholic Church reigns supreme. I shall begin by describing my trips to the Evangelical Churches... I have attended two different Evangelical churches: the Baptist church, and "La Profecía" (apparently a version of Baptist). La profecía can best be described as "HIGHLY Evangelical". The first service I attended was complete with a teenage boy jumping around and screaming nonsense,crashing into ppl and ... read more
raucous prayer in "family groups"
The Catholic Church, Nueva Guinea
Me & Elisa at Church


Unfortunately I haven´t been able to write recently, due to a combination of the fact that I have (for once!) been extremely busy with work, and the fact that the power keeps going out! Blackouts here are an ever-present problem. This issue lends itself to an interesting debate over the privatization of formerly public services, such as power (privatized) and water (soon to be privatized, if the Neoliberals get their way). In theory privatization means that as "consumers" we can chose between companies, and use our buisness as a means of leverage to encourage inter-company competition and to secure the best prices. In practice, however, the industry is dominated by a single company, and if you don´t like it then too bad. And since it is no longer a public service, people´s democratic voices as citizens ... read more
The (glowing?) Bride & Groom
baby cow
Random fruit!


Well, today is officially the ONE MONTH mark of my arrival in Nicaragua. Things have started to normalize a bit for me, so that I no longer feel the need to write a blog every 2 seconds about all of the "new and exciting" things that are happening. "New and exciting" has given way to "regular and routine", which I have to admit I prefer! Looking back, I can see that each week here has corresponded with a phase of "culture shock", as taught to me before I left for Mexico last year. Week 1 was the "honeymoon phase", where everything was different, exciting, (and scary). Week 2 was the "hostility phase", when things started to get to me and really bother me. The unknown bugs and noises, irregular schedule, language issues, and terrible telenovelas all ... read more
Me, in the back of the truck!
MOO!
cloud-capped mountains


After recieveing a request from a friend for more information about what I´m actually DOING here in Nicaragua, I thought I´d fill in some details. Somehow that (seemingly obvious) detail of mentioning why I´m here in the first place managed to escape me, what with the culture shock, roaches, etc! So...what AM I doing here?! The past little while, I have been asking myself that very question. You see, in theory I am working in the "Centre for information on Multiethnic Women" (CEIMM) in URACCAN, an autonomus University in the small town (or city, depending on how you look at it!) of Nueva Ginea. However, I use the term "working" very loosely: I get the distinct impression that I am the one mainly benefitting from this interaction. In fact, I kinda think they´re getting the short ... read more


Since the last journal entry concerning Puerto Cabesas, we then proceeded to travel to a small town called El Ayote. Actually, I don´t even know that Ayote should qualify as a "town": it´s a tiny, hole-in-the-wall, out-of-the-way place in the middle of the mountains in Nicaragua´s Southern Atlantic Region (RAAS). It consists of a few muddy roads, lined with sagging little buildings that look like they can barely support their own weight, let alone the weight of the heavy rain that purpetually pounds down on them, turning the "streets" into muddy cess pools. It´s the kind of place that if you blink twice, you would miss it. Thus, you can understand my shock when I was informed that El Ayote has recently been classified as an "urban" area by the Nicaraguan government. "It´s a city," I ... read more
the muddy streets of El Ayote
a kitchen in El Ayote
me & Sandinista posters!


So much has happened in the past week that I´m really at a loss as to what to say. Last Wednesday I was feeling sick, so Juliana made me stay home and rest. I think it was a good idea. because after (a lot!) of sleep I felt much better. I decided to go outside and wait on the front porch until Juliana got home from the University, as we were to travel by bus to Managua later that evening. As I sat outside reading, the little girl who lives next door (Marie) strolled past. She seemed surprised when I greeted her. A few minutes later, I looked up from my book to see her peering at me cautiously from the porch gate. I smiled, and invited her to sit with me. I then invited her ... read more
the local boys, posing
me, overwhelmed by small children!
local boys




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