New English Library

Hey guys, just wanted to say i Just finished a two day lesson from the "exploring Plays" book i got from you and it went really well. The kids were enthusiastic about it; it was definitely something new. Moreover, just walking around the school kids would stop me and ask me what the books were and would borrow them and look at them with friends. Two girls who want to be actresses in one of my second year classes saw the books and got excited when I said we would be working on the play next week. So, you know, thanks.

Packages from Home

Hey parents,

Both packages did arrive. I'm sorry I didn't let you know sooner, but the internet has been a bit spotty here. The Teopes were really excited by and thankful for their presents and are excited to meet you; they ask about you all the time.

There's a lot of things going on at the school, so I was a little disappointed by the teacher's understated reaction to the books. I know that once they get a chance to look at them though, they'll be as excited as I am. They're really great and perfect for the English curriculum here, which is divided into Narrative, Poetry, Drama, and Essay units. What's more, the language is way more understandable for the students than the flowery prose of Filipinos writers that the students (and I) usually have to muddle through. Could you give me Carol's email address so I can thank her?

Thanks also for the teas, they're perfect. The bike stuff is going to be really useful, especially the lock and that tool.

It's really nice to get packages like this here, so I can't say thanks enough. What else is new with you? I haven't heard much news from the homefront lately aside from a few instant message conversations (though those are great, I feel like sometimes they leave out the marginal stuff). Mom! congratulations on your promotion! Obviously you've deserved it for a long time, but still, that's wonderful.

The end of the school year is fast approaching here, which means that classes are getting less and less productive. We weren't starting from a model of efficiency either. Lots of time is being spent preparing for the town fiesta next week, which should be fun. each municipal agency has to prepare a dance presentation, and we're doing a number to this song complete with traditional Mexican outfits (what?). I also have to work on a dance number for some other event. Anyone who sees musicals and complains that people never spontaneously break out into dance in real life has never been to the Philippines.

Anyways, classtime now, gotta run. More soon and love you.

William

Floods in Narra & Other Matters

January 17, 2011

5:38 AM Dad: Hey William

William: hey!

5:39 AM Dad: Have time to chat?

William: sleep well?

sure

literally

nothing has happened since we last talked

Dad: Yes, sorry I crashed out on you

William: not at all

5:42 AM Dad: I'm trying to convert my life to the morning; in the evening I generally too tired to do much more veg out in front of idiot TV. In the morning I feel like doing something.

5:43 AM William: hey

I have to go eat

be back in like 10/15

Dad: Let's talk photography; but with one caveat - I'm ..... OK

6:18 AM Dad: Finished?

7:42 AM William: hey sorry

I walked out of my room

and there were a dozen marines on our porch hanging out

Dad: No Problem

William: and they coerced Dad to come drink with them

they have automatic rifles

Dad: Ha-ha

William: so I was inclined to say yes

I'm still not really sure why they're there

6:43 AM Dad: Good idea

William: they are here for flood relief?

I think?

what’s up about photography?

though I should go back out in a minute

6:44 AM Dad: Looting probably; ask if you can take their photos and get names and units they'll love it

William: that’s probably true

Dad: Go we ca talk later

William: this morning was an extreme case

everyone looked really sad

but usually Filipinos love pictures

alright

love you

thanks

Dad: I hear you

6:45 AM Love you too

6:55 AM William: and just like that

they're gone

into the night

7:02 AM William: dad?

7:03 AM Dad: I'm here

They may have been there checking on you.

7:04 AM William: I don’t think so

I think one of them is related to the Teopes

7:05 AM Dad: Oh, that makes sense.

7:06 AM So what happens with the school, I imagine you'll be doing clean up for a while.

7:07 AM Any sign of water receding?

William: I don’t know

I haven’t been since this morning

where I am there’s not flooding

my town goes

7:08 AM National Highway

Narra Ave.

Rizal Ave.

are the main roads parallel to the national highway?

and up until Rizal there was flooding this morning

Dad: Back to business; names and approximate ages; so we can get appropriate small gifts.

7:09 AM William: oh

Herman Teope

55

Hermanita (no joke) Teope 50

Dad: That's good

William: Reynante, 13

Carmela 10

7:10 AM Dad: Great, thanks; would they like something with something typical?

7:11 AM William: whatever

they'll love it

7:12 AM Herman wears that national cathedral hat a lot

7:13 AM Dad: Ok, so no problem with something that is obviously American. Do you need any rain gear?

William: not really

since they're appalled that you would go anywhere when it’s raining anyways

7:14 AM and I have a rain jacket

Dad: Because I have ponchos I could send

William: that's alright

Dad: Ha-ha, American ways are different

William: though I did think of you when the marines all threw on ponchos to leave

7:15 AM true

7:16 AM Dad: Ha-ha, I do have gear coming out my ears!

7:17 AM So tell about language, do you use Tagalog at home?

William: yes

all the time

they don’t do much English

but not much at school

7:18 AM though my co-teachers are easing into more Tagalog

I’m slowly getting better

but need to put in more effort

7:20 AM Dad: Great, you have Rosetta Stone that may help.

William: yeah

I need to start using that again

I keep intending to....

Dad: Also kind in mind language learning is not an even learning curve - you can go for months with no seeming progress and then all of a sudden make great leaps forward.

William: right

same with Spanish

7:21 AM Dad: It is hard to get started, I'm having same problem getting back into French and Spanish.

7:22 AM William: yeah

I would have more incentive

but my Tagalog is serviceable at home

and not needed at school

but since I’m staying with the family

to deepen our relationship I need to get better

7:23 AM Dad: And broaden social contacts!

William: yes

of course

7:24 AM Dad: You will, it takes, you can only work at it and be patient

7:30 AM Dad: I am glad you are staying with the Teopes for the time being; it will be good for language, the Ernie, and you will eat better. And despite lack of privacy you will be less lonely.

7:31 AM William: definitely

less lonely

it makes a lot of sense

I was so ready for my own place less than a month ago

but now I’m in no hurry

I spoke to martin in Nicaragua

he’s in the same boat

7:32 AM Dad: How does he like Nicaragua?

William: I think he likes it

the beginning of teaching for him has been spotty

7:33 AM Dad: Do many people speak Spanish in Narra?

William: no one speaks Spanish in all of the Philippines

contrary to reports that a few people speak it

no one does

Dad: Does he like his posting in Nicaragua?

7:34 AM William: I think so

I haven’t heard much about the place though

I think he was hoping for south America

but is happy

7:35 AM Dad: Yea, I've heard that after a hundred years of American involvement't in the Philippines only the very old speak Spanish.

Are you still glad you are in the Philippines?

7:36 AM William: yeah

I mean

at first

I didn’t love this country

and some times I feel the culture is kind of shallow

7:37 AM but I like it more and more

Palawon is less of a, excuse Dad, but clusterfuck

the people are a bit more with it

Dad: Good to hear.

7:38 AM William: and Filipinos are SO nice

and it is beautiful

so I could’ve done worse

I do often think about the fact that I had a choice between this and eastern Europe

and how different they are

7:39 AM Dad: I understand, Manila is a typical developing world city; dirty and everyone hustling.

William: yeah

it’s crazy

even Zambales was kind of nuts

Olongapo I hated at first

but it grew on Dad a lot

7:41 AM Dad: Ok, explain the places, I thought you were in Subic for training; what was Olongape?

William: Subic is complicated

it’s sort of like los Angeles i.e. la city, county, metro area, etc

there's subic bay

then there's Subic Freeport

7:42 AM which is the old us naval base, now a giant mall sort of

most people think of this when you say Subic

that is attached to Olongapo

a large city

on the other side of the bay is subic town

where I was

much smaller

and we weren't even in the center of the town

but about 2 km away

7:44 AM Dad: And that was Zambales, right? Thanks that clears it up.

William: right

the province is Zambales

Olongapo straddles Zambales and Bataan

as in the Bataan death march

7:45 AM Dad: Ok, some of this I knew but could put it together.

Thanks

Tell me about the food.

7:46 AM William: food is good here

lots of really fresh fish

here

tons of rice of course

occasional meat

Dad: I know a lot of veg. But what kind and how are they prepared?

7:47 AM Much seafood?

William: everything grilled

or fried

lots of seafood

and it’s so good

what’s new at home though?

7:48 AM Dad: Sorry I missed the earlier fish reference.

Well let's see, Rob and Vickie had to put Haley down.

7:49 AM They are both taking it very hard.

William: I’m talking to rob now

7:50 AM Dad: Rob is putting in new bathrooms for the Ivory’s.

Good on Facebook?

7:51 AM Nora is in Galway and has started a Blog.

7:52 AM Andrew is busy with work and girlfriend.

January 15,2011

William to Dad

Reynante Teope and me, just now.

Peru - Part I

November 30, 2010

Preface:

William,

I’ve been writing this letter since I left for Peru; I should have sent it in stages. It is still incomplete, and the accompanying photos are not ready yet. I’ll leave this letter at its present state and continue with the narrative in subsequent letters.

In future messages:

The Eagle has Landed or the Mark of the Eagle

Condors – Colca Canyon

Radio Arequipa

Partying at the Farm or What is a Mariachi Band doing in the Farm Land of Arequipa

Food, Food, Food, & Pisco Sours

It sounds like you are doing well. Did you ever get the Kindle? What can we get you for Christmas? We need the address to send you things.

November 16, 2010

William,

Well, I am finally on my way to Peru. In fact, I’m writing on the plane. I am on the first leg of the trip – Miami and then on to Lima from there. I am staying in the Miraflores neighborhood – have you been there: It is supposed to be an artist colony – probably like Georgetown; some galleries, bars, and fancy shops and restaurants.

I have been trying to make this trip since last February – it is being paid for by a grant which if I do not use by the end of the year the money for the trip disappears. Actually that is a bit misleading, while it is true that the funds are restricted to 2010; I am sure that the fund will pay for at least one trip to South or Central America a year. The fund is reserved for work in Latin America.

I want the fund to pay for a trip to the Pan American Association of Ophthalmologist Meeting (PAAO) in Buenos Aires in June 2011, so I did not want to miss either of the trips. Hopefully there will not be a conflict with the trip to Vietnam/Cambodia as there was with the Berlin/Australian trip last June.

This trip should be more interesting a more relaxed than the trip to Australia or the Chicago trip – both of which were bears – very productive bears but too busy to be anything other than work.

I am spending 2 full days in Lima; not much pressure of this part of the trip – mostly meet and greet, show the flag and make sure that as many people remember us as possible. I do have a dinner meeting on Thursday night with the Clinton Foundation representatives for Peru. It should be interesting they are dedicating big money to Peru and rumor has it that they are frustrated with the lack of progress – loads of dedicated money not being spent – everything too slow. I can help them spent the money.

After Lima I’m off to Arequipa, Arequipa is the main event of the trip. I am giving a lecture on technological procurement to health ministry officials, local ophthalmologist and the heads of a couple of Hospitals. I have known the main players in Arequipa the longest; some of them have become friends. It was the group from/Arequipa that were behind making me an honorary member of the Peruvian Ophthalmological Society.

I am hand carrying about 6 thousand dollars in technology for the Arequipa group. Hand carrying is a NGO way of saying smuggling. The duties are so onerous in the developing world that you practically have no choice; unless you are either willing to pay a bribe or get a Certificate of Donation processed. These countries are trying to protect the local business men; the problem is their mark-up can easily double the price and that is after customs are paid. The most notorious country is Egypt – they require the NGOs to purchase all items from in-country vendors regardless of where it is manufacture red – it’s outrageous – this is free equipment, paid for my the NGO. So we use the euphemism ‘hand carry’ to cover suitcase technology. It has never been a problem; US customs once in Miami gave me a lecture 3 or 4 years ago, but that has been the only time it was ever an issue.

After Arequipa I go to Piura for a couple of days – it is in the far north, desert country as you know. It is so far north that the inhabitants refer to themselves as Piurians not Peruvians. Finally back to Lima and then home. I will miss Thanksgiving by a day.

Andrew is having one of the Mike’s over for dinner and Rob and Vickie are coming, so the house will still be full. I am sure it is not decided yet and won’t be until the day before Thanksgiving but Mom and Andrew are playing with the idea of not having turkey and the usual fixing. I can’t say I blame her – it is a ton of work; but for me it just wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without the usual traditions. Mind you the usual traditions usually do not involve much on my part – Mom would say that I have a tradition of not doing any work that day so my opinion is not relevant.

On the way to the Metro (Metro sucks by the way – the last Metro scandal involves the escalators – it seems they bought the model that has the worse service record – are you surprised?) this morning Andrew said he had chatted with you very shortly on Facebook the other night and that you had arrived at you work site in Palawon. So how is it? I know it early but that is the time for the most interesting observations. One question I would appreciate if you would answer – what will you be doing? Teaching in an elementary school, high school, working with English teachers, what? Mom and I would find that answer extremely interesting.

It is time for a break, we are dropping into Miami and my ears are hurting – better go and tap my bladder – more later.

Miami to Lima - Several hours later

I just finished dinner; it’s a good thing I’m from Pittsburgh and don’t have a discriminating palette, despite the questionable cuisine, I like dining on a plane; I eat slowly (no where to go) and listen to music and every once in a while I have a glass of wine to smooth out the trip.

The trip from Miami to Lima is a little over 5 hours – not so bad. I have music and the Kindle, and writing to you to keep me busy. The one thing about these trips that burn my ass is putting the seat back. Most airlines make people bring the seat back to the upright position at least for meals – not the case tonight. The only saving grace is aisle seats; I’d have a hard time if I was locked into one of those casket-like experiences.

In some ways I am a little glad not to be home for Thanksgiving – I always fixed Mike a plate, I’ll miss that, it was special for him. Of course, that was before he took over the kitchen with rotating chefs – now if you want to talk about a discriminating palette. Mike in his old age acted like a diva New York food critic, and your Mother made it a daily act of mercy to read his mind and prepare just the right meal to satisfy Mike ‘The Dog.’ This bizarre behavior must have something to do with latent Catholicism.

I just flew over Panama - another trip across the equator. I’m getting a little tired of typing on a ‘V’ shaped computer screen and keyboards. One last thing before I leave for the evening – I finally got a blackberry smart phone. The advantage is that it has international ‘push’ email and international chat; also international calling, but too expensive to answer the phone except in an emergency. Speaking of technology, I’m glad to hear you ordered a new Kindle – it will prove essential particularly in your circumstances – I hope you got a case; to my mind just an important. If I neglected to mention it last time, that’s on Mom and me also, so if you did not order it, get it – it might help saving you from the heartbreak of technological disaster. More later!

November 18, 2010

It’s 6:00 am and I’ve been in Peru for about 32 hours. I made a big mistake talking to you about the ‘hand carry’ practice; I cursed myself – I got caught on my entry into Peru. I was carrying about 6,000 USD of equipment and either by pure chance, my suspicious mug (I cut my hair down to about a quarter of an inch – I now match some profile), or x-ray screening they pulled me over upon arrival to do a hand inspection of my bags – one bag actually. They found the big item I was carrying; they retrieved the paperwork I signed declaring that I had nothing to declare and marched me off to the security area – I guess the whole area is a security area.

You probably remember the area, you go through immigration, then claim your bags and then you go to the declaration station; they collect your declaration forms and then you go through a portal and press a green button – if it lights green you move forward, if red you get inspected.

Before I left I asked my contact about the customs situation – his response, ‘press the green button with confidence.’ It did not work. I do not think they actually have the detection technology built into these portals; rather, I think they follow the thinking of the traffic police that set-up blow up cops in patrol cars on the side of the road to make you think they are checking for speeding – bottom line I think it is random. Without getting into too much detail, after opening the bag and discovering the big item they did not look any further and moved on to the interrogation phase – no hot lights or rubber hoses. They were actually pretty polite. All the time I trying to decide the best mixture and truth and lies to use that would be most effect in getting me out of this mess as cheaply as possible.

After two hours of selective lying and the luck that they couldn’t find a value of the instrument online they accepted the value I gave them added a few hundred dollars and told me I would have to pay taxes on that amount, I should not forget the stern lecture on respecting the laws of Peru. I did not get fined or ‘frog walked’ out of the terminal – it cost me a little over a hundred dollars – in cash, no credit cards accepted, I was freed and nothing was confiscated.

It’s been six years that I’ve been doing the ‘hand carry’ thing and the first time I’ve been caught with the exception of the incident at US customs in Miami.

So far, the trip has been productive, the highlight has been we had a meeting with the COO of the Clinton Initiative in a Ramada at the airport – money let’s them do things that we wouldn’t even think consider – they rented a conference room for the meeting – we’d have just pushed a couple of chairs together in the lobby. The meeting went well enough that John and I were invited for a visit to their headquarters in Harlem for follow-up discussions. I doubt if we will get any direct funding but they have developed IT and patient outreach tools that could be very useful. Their goal in Peru is to sponsor 50,000 cataract surgeries in 4 years.

The hotel we are staying at is a modest one, more than adequate, clean and with free wireless internet – they only other luxury I could wish for would be a coffee pot in the room. When I first arrived and they took me to my room we got off the elevator and everything was dark – they have motion sensors on the lights and the hall lights come on as you walk down the hall and turn off as you pass. A few years ago I would have thought of this was typical developing world energy conservation, now I think of it in terms of things to come in the US.

Today is fairly light, I have to attend a few meetings this morning, and a dinner this evening but otherwise I am free – I have general maintenance work to do on my Program but nothing critical – catch up work. Your Mother for the first time asked me to bring her something back from Peru – she wanted me to find her some opals. This is significant since she never asks for anything, so maybe today I will go on an opal search. I would feel extremely bad if unsuccessful, not because she would be upset if I fail but because in all the years we have been married she has asked for so little – nothing really; the things I have gotten her have generally been too lame to mention.

Tomorrow I am off to Arequipa, the Hospital I am visiting has set up a welcoming reception for Friday night or Saturday It is it a Social Clinic – not sure what the next few days hold for me; I do not have a formal schedule.

November 19, 2010

I have just found my seat on the plane to Arequipa, the altitude is higher – the taxis driver to the airport from my Hotel in Miraflores told me to make sure I chew on some coca leaves as soon as I arrive otherwise I will get a headache. He said they sell the coca leaves in any ‘Botica’ (small 7-Eleven type shops).

My second day in Lima was a bit more disorganized. I spoke to my contact in Arequipa about 7:00 am – his wife recommended that I try and find the opals (opalo) in Lima – she thought the price would be better. I had a few meeting to attend and I wanted to make a visit to the ‘Clinica Divino Niño de Jesus.’ It is on the grounds of the Children’s City (Cuidad del Niños); the Clinica is on a large parcel of land shared with an orphanage and home for unwed mothers and victims of domestic violence The land and orphanage is owned by the catholic Church the Clinic rents space on the land – it reality, the Clinic is part and parcel of the Church- most of the support come from the congregations in Lima – technically it is an independent entity but the Founder and President of the Clinic is very – I am now the proud own of a stature of El Divino Niño de Jesus’ – not to mention a extensive assortment of holy cards and Catholic brochures. I joke but this woman is very impressive – she is in her mid sixties, he husband is an ophthalmologist in private practice and she decided to start an eye clinic for ‘los pobres.’ In four years she has raised the money for 4 ophthalmologist, surgical suites, optical shop, pharmacy, and cafeteria, not to mention exam rooms, special testing, and electronic medical records – they do about 6 thousand surgeries a year and growing rapidly.

This is where I come in, they need cheap consumables; a friend is putting together a consortium of VOSH (optometrist charity & Rotovision (Rotary Club Eye Charity) to make the donation – it’s my job to get the consumables and equipment and get it to the Clinic.

Well, enough of that, after I visited the Clinic I meet with a doctor I know that lives in Lima – she is a pediatric ophthalmologist; works for free – and has for many years – how she does it I haven’t a clue – she is not wealthy. Anyways, she offered to help take me to a place that I could find opals – it was a very large Indian Market – literally hundreds of stalls – and yes I did get lusted.

I spend about 2 hours trying to get the best deals on a string of opals for Mom. As it turns out opals come in many shapes, color – it is all dependent on the location in Peru from where they are mined. Finally, I picked a type that I thought mom would like, and began the negotiation process between two vendors – I got them down about 30 USD, but not quite where I thought I could get; but they would go not further.

November 26, 2010 – Thanksgiving in Piura or There-abouts

It’ is 1:20 am; exactly, 1 hour and twenty minutes after Thanksgiving. This is the first time I have been away from home for a major holiday since your mother and I were married; but not your first time – I believe it was Santiago. I’ve been thinking of you all day. I guess because we are both away from home on a Holiday. Not a big deal for me, I’ll be home in a few hours, but for you I imagine this was one of the hard days.

I’m on the flight from Lima to Miami – the 11:55 PM to 5:30 AM flight, and then on to Washington National (since your mother is going to read this I’ll call it Washington National rather than Washington Reagan – I know you understand). I arrive in the District around 10:30 AM. The guys writing for the flight magazine says the people in the know – the 'cool kids’ say that ‘Washington’ and ‘DC’ are out, only to be used by Washingtonians un-initiated into the hip culture of the ‘District.’ I, of course get it, how could I not I’ve read about it in the bible of the District hipster – ‘AmericanWay’ the American Airlines Flight Magazine.

Christopher Walken said (original or quoted I’m not sure), ‘That just because it happened to you does not make it interesting’ I think for the rest of this letter I’m going and try of forget that little pearl of wisdom.

Let’s work our way backwards – at least from the order of the day’s perspective.

I awoke at about 5 AM – a bit late for me. Dr. Socola (my host in Piura) was scheduled to pick me up sssssssssmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkksssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmml[]\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ dozed off with my fingers on the keyboard – I think I’ll set this aside for the moment..

I’m back, and now on the flight from Miami to Washington National. I usually have a hard time sleeping on a plane. It’s usually too uncomfortable to sleep and Ambien gives me nervous leg syndrome. However, last night I tried a combination of Xanax and Ambien – and wouldn’t you know, it worked – for the first time I slept for more that a few minutes – my traveling pharmacy comes to the rescue. I awoke refreshed, although a little stressed by the chaos of waking just as we were about to land – all my things were all over the place and I haven’t completed my custom declaration form.

I felt like Carol Tanek on a flight with the boys at 10 and

Caitlin at 3 – a nightmare enough to send chills down my spine.

As much as I would rather have been at home, my day turned out to be interesting. I was pick-up at 7; had coffee and was off to the rotating eye clinic sponsored by Dole on a large banana cooperative. It took about two hours to get there, about half of the distance on dirt roads. Although Dole does not own the banana plantation - it’s a cooperative; they do provide medical care for the workers and their families. After the first 3 or 4 patients I get the gist of the set-up so I was off exploring. It was hot, dry, sun without shade, and dusty. The farmers village was almost barren of plants – the ones that did exist looked more like scrub desert plants than real plant – in some cases no more that a stick and a dusty leaf. The farmers and their families were friendly and curious - no hostility or shyness, I guess they like the Clinic. It covers different specialties each day. It is interesting though they almost to a man and woman refuse to have cataract surgery. I do not know what’s behind it and not for not asking, but they are clearly afraid.

Dogs, horses, donkeys, goats, kids, and chickens all share the communal space. The dogs made me a little nervous – even the ones that look half dead lying in he hot sun of the afternoon will jump and start barking at you if you come too close to the house. I had a donkey on my tail for about half an hour – I thought the damn thing was going to bite my butt. I did get a gentle love tap from a goat – it did not respect my artistic choices, I think it felt that I was spending too much time taking photos of the donkey – animal jealousy has been ignored by academia too long.

While the village looks barren, the banana groves are lush – jungle like in fact they have a very sophisticated irrigation system. Despite the fact that the area gets little or no rain for major parts of the year, water does not seem to be a problem.

Nobody seemed to mind me roaming around.

To Be Continued….

Love Dad

Resort in Manila

Aug 22, 2010

Hello from Manila!

Just wanted to let you guys know I got here OK. I've been here for a day or so, but internet has been very spotty. Sat through long info sessions, but then played soccer in the afternoon. We're at this resort, and I'm not complaining.

Love you all,

William