Paraguay 2012

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Sunday, 29 January 2012

First Sunday in Paraguay

Today I attended my first Spanish-language church service.  It was attended 5 minutes late as a localised power outage made my ride get stuck a while a few blocks away behind an electricity-run gate.

But getting there I found that I understood about 32% of the songs, 7% of the sermon, and 100% of the reason why they have 2 major air conditioning units blasting the congregation from North and South.  Even with the air conditioning there was no true climate control, it was only climate wrestling and we were on the valiant but losing side.  The service was attended by Hannes, a Swiss SIM worker who uses his mechanical skills to help people in Paraguay.  Him being from the north of Switzerland -a place of high snows and cold weather- similar at times to Edinburgh, I expected him to be feeling like an ice cube in a microwave, but Hannes came in wearing a black jacket, darkjeans, and dark socks (3 things I will never even think of wearing here).  He was dressed for a mild British winter despite it being 35C outside.
‘It gets freezing in here,’ he said, so he dresses accordingly.  However, even the Paraguayans didn’t attire themselves in such a manner but wore roughly the same few things as me: t-shirt, shorts, flip-flops.  After much interrogation from me regarding dealing with high heat I got to spend the day with Hannes and the American family, and 2 Taiwanese kids for my last day of getting used to the surroundings before work really starts.

We played football with a square football (I won’t explain), got beaten up by a laughing small girl named Romy, had lunch, then went to a huge park in northern Asuncion called Botanica, a park filled with trees and a zoo which is never open at the right times.  It was still 35C and the park had thousands of people all staying under the shade of the trees.  Even the couple of football pitches in the expansive grounds were played upon in only the shaded corners.

We drank tereré under one of the biggest and therefore most shaded and cool trees.

Hannes (now dressed for summer) and Romy in the tree.
This is the park on the map.

I am now on a bus to Yuty, a nice air-conditioned, uncramped bus, the kind of bus that is highly favoured unlike the daytime buses which are stuffed full of people and chickens like a hellish kitchen.  You don’t want to be on a daytime bus, I was told.  You’d stew.  The worst time for travel is 10am to 3pm when the sun is hottest.  I’m glad I’m on the night bus instead.  Well, I was glad, and I was meant to be on that bus, but the plan changed and now, due to a series of unfortunate events, I am leaving at 8am tomorrow morning on the 5 hour journey which nicely fits inside the (closed) window of the furnace hours I had hoped to avoid.  The Christian life isn’t always the comfortable one.  However, as Hannes and I parted ways earlier, he shared how when he first came here and was learning Spanish, he couldn’t communicate and nobody knew his native German so he felt very alone, but it was ultimately a positive experience in the hands of God because He made it a time for Hannes to become closer to the One who could understand the German language, and being alone: Jesus.

Before I go out to the countryside, here are a few pictures of my base in Asuncion:

Down my street is this awesome car.

A little off the main street (Santisimo Sacramento) I found a crew of chickens roaming around.

Along the street I walk often is a gaping hole in the sidewalk that goes over a river.

There are a bunch of dogs that hang in the SIM garden, including this cute puppy.

Mosquitos!

Twilight: this is the time that mosquitos come out so doors are closed, windows shut, and small warps in the frames are fret over and stuffed with available objects.  Somehow this doesn’t stop the tiny blood-sucking insects getting in.  Every day I have awoken with a new bite.  15 seems to be the total by day 5, which is 3 a night.  As each bite lasts about 5 days and itches like undiluted mad, the doers of this have become the enemy.  2 nights ago I was awoken by the itch at around 3am and I started scratching myself like a cartoon character: fingers splayed and clawed, with pure fury and determination etched on my face; a sort of non-blinking madness.  The problem is that giving the bites a good scratch only makes them worse and the more you want to scratch; a vicious circle.  The internet told me of various soothing aids for mozzie bites at 3:30am, and I went all out in experimentation: vinegar, salt paste, mint toothpaste and dry soap.  The toothpaste worked the best, and soon I was plastered in the blue-green stuff.

My unfortunate arm with bites highlighted.

With forms of relief discovered, yesterday I looked into preventative measures.  One is DEET, a truly vile chemical spray that must be sprayed over the entire body at night.  After a liberal applying of it last night I felt that I was both living inside an oil tanker’s exhaust funnel, and highly flammable.  It worked, but I felt it was the extreme option.  Today I went in search of the natural alternative: Lemongrass Oil (or aceite hierba de limon) as I had to say to the pharmacist.  She gave me an alternative, Eucalyptus Oil.  It smells nice.  I put it on my arms, neck, and lower legs and promptly got bitten further up my shorts in Untreated Leg Territory which suggests it is good at driving them into different realms.

Countries that don’t have the flying peril are truly blessed.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Tereré


As a typically comfortable Westerner with an Apple Mac, courier bag, and interesting multi-colour scarf, I often find myself going to the fashionable coffee house Starbucks the way a person dressed like a cowboy would find himself attracted to a 1850's saloon and John Wayne's fist.  So attached to the franchise I have become that I took my Starbucks reward card to Paraguay in the hope of loitering with clear intent to sup (I even brought my branded thermos for discounted top-ups), only to discover Starbucks doesn't exist in this country.  :O !!!!!!

And for a few hours I was secretly depressed.

But the same person who killed the mermaid later introduced me to the Paraguayan alternative.  Actually, it's not an alternative, because the word alternative suggests something similar, but this isn't even in the same league as Starbucks; it puts Starbucks into the 3th Division.  The drink is tereré.  I had been in Paraguay just 15 hours when first offered the reason to never drink coffee again.  Kelly is a missionary/mom here and a couple of us joined her family for a meal followed by the social event that is drinking tereré.

So you have what I can only describe as a simplistic trumpet-shaped mug called a guampa which has a dangerous-looking metal straw inside with a strainer on the bottom.  You put some herbs in the guampa till it's about half full, then you put the smallest amount of freezing cold water into it (roughly double the amount of water you could hold in a traditional non-curly straw), and then grip the metal straw with your lips and suck like you want to hold a table tennis ball to the end of the straw (that is to say fiercely), and after a few seconds of no dice you begin to get the payback of icy water flavoured with whatever the herbs are (mine was minty).  This lasts about 7 seconds (any more and your eyes would pop out from effort).  Never has such a small amount of liquid brought such cooling to my whole body!  Yum!

Once done you pass it back to the server who splashes another small amount in and passes it on to somebody else.  You share the straw, and risk drawing backwash, and it's not hygienically sound, but it doesn't really matter as it tastes so good and minty.  Minty minty minty.

Today I have noticed everybody at the SIM offices has tereré and its necessary accoutrements (guampa, straw, and 2 litre container of very cold water).

Danny, native to Paraguay, took me shopping and showed me an aisle of tereré.  I think I will loiter there with intent in the future.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Arrived in Paraguay!


After spending approximately forever on various modes of transport over the course of 2 days (2 cars, 2 buses, 3 trains, 3 planes), I arrived in Paraguay a few minutes after midnight.  Despite being night it was very warm, a sort of 1pm mid-summer in Scotland heat (those rare days).  Driving to the SIM HQ I couldn't help but compare Paraguay to the Philippines, just with less signs of extreme poverty.

I'm not sure why I found the journey a toil, especially when now I consider how 100 years ago it would have taken half a year rather than 36 hours.  I have read accounts of missionaries who got very ill en-route to their destinations on the other side of the world, and some lost family members.  The only time of real discomfort for me was of no comparison, just 8 hours overnight in the cold Heathrow bus terminal on an uncomfortable metal seat which produced only 3 minutes of sleep.

The highlight of the journey was flying over Madrid: the sky was totally clear and it made the city look so amazing.  I remember vowing to never go to Spain after Elisabeth forced the FM students to endure a Spanish 'classic' film at college which left us hugely underwhelmed, but now I'd like to see it again (Spain, not Elisabeth's film).  I remember also vowing to never learn Spanish.  When in Japan I vowed to never go back to Edinburgh as I hated it, but God took me back to it and over 3 years made me appreciate it much.  I think the message God is constantly telling me is don't reject any of His creation.

There, 3 tangents and no conclusion!  Tired.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Training Week

Training week is almost done.  It has had a strong African flavour to it as most of the missionaries training here are going there.  I am the only one going in the westerly direction.  We are made up of British, German, and Nigerian.  As one of the singles I get the riotous experience of sharing the Hobbit-like, low-slung converted attic room of the SIM manor house with 2 Brits.  Here is a picture of the much-loved room:

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Tripod Babel

SIM training week.  I learned I was a plant, amongst other things.  Dandelion huh?  Plant as in a character type in a team.  A plant is the imaginative one with ideas but head in the clouds.  We each had to answer loads of questions and compile our results which would then reveal what team character we naturally are.  Our results were tested with various team-work activities.  One group activity was to take 75 thin, 1ft long wooden sticks, 3 large paperclips, some string, thread, and selotape and with these raw materials construct a tower in 30 minutes which could not only sustain the weight of a big bag of Minstrels, but also winch the bag to the top of the tower.  The team who achieved the greatest winched height became the winners of everybody else's Minstrels, so there was a lot at stake.

As Plant I imagined a 12ft tall skyscraper that touched the ceiling, built in the form of a tripod.  Very head in the clouds.  As there are certain scientific laws that Plants don't consider much, it turned out the vision had to be scaled back somewhat to live in science's constraints.  It ended up a feeble 5ft high which could only scrape a low-flying chin rather than the clouds.  It still won and the team won the Minstrels!  My tongue now hurts from sugar-overdose.

Friday, 6 January 2012

The Other Side of the World

So today I learned something new.  
Over the past year I was looking for some way to serve God and the Japanese people in the country I was saved in back in 2008, and God makes Paraguay available instead.  Turns out Paraguay is an antipode country to Japan: that is if you stood in Paraguay and dug straight down you’d come out in Okinawa, the islands furthest south in Japan.  So the place I’m going couldn’t physically be further away in the world from where I originally asked God to take me!  Shows how much I know about determining God's will! ^-^

The main land is lower South America, and the names are Asia.  The orange pointer is Paraguay.  'Naha' is a main Okinawa island, and the dots between Taiwan and Naha are more of the Okinawan string of islands.


This is a close up of Paraguay and Asia.  Taiwan is also an antipode to Paraguay as nearly all the island fits into Paraguay.  The island of Naha is just over the border into Brazil, but the string of islands between are 'in' Paraguay.

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