Personal Space....

...DOES NOT EXIST in SVG, nor does my bubble.

Let me give you a few examples to support my claim that Personal Space does not exist in SVG.

Firstly, I remember an instance when I was walking down the street in the Capital of SVG when evidently my dress was not zipped up all the way in the back.  Luckily, nothing was showing, however, a stranger stopped me and zipped it up first before even asking or even uttering one word to me.  In fact, the person continued on their way once she finished, muttered something, and then thinking I did not speak English continued on her way.

Obviously, you cannot have personal space if you are crammed 4 or 5 to a row in the mini van-esque mode of public transportation. Add to that babies, small children and people’s personal belongings. Some people carry a lot of load with them: giant boxes, huge 25lb flour sacks full of god knows what.  Where can all this go, you may be wondering? Usually, partly on the lap of the person next to them.  In many cases, strangers will pass their children for others in a more spacious seat to hold for the duration of the trip.  Did I mention that you also have to be a contortionist to ride the public transportation?  Often times you have people’s elbows digging into your ribs and other appendages in awkward places, forcing you to contort into a more comfortable position.  Not to mention, people don’t seem to be concerned if their purses, children and grocery bags are spilling over into your lap.

Just the other day, I myself was in this position.  I was carrying one of those orange sports water coolers back to Town and was riding in the front middle seat.  This seat can be a bit of a challenge in itself, as it’s difficult to keep yourself from spilling over into the lap of the person and driver next to you.  As a result of the driver’s fast driving on the very curvy roads, I needed both my hands to stabilize myself.  I gave the water cooler to the guy sitting in the seat next to me.  He willingly (?, well he did not complain or push out his mouth, so I assume he was ok with it) held it the entire ride.

Next example is the proximity of people when you are speaking to one another.  I would say that in the States, the standard is an arm’s length away.  However, that is evidently too far for SVG, since it is nearly impossible to go an entire conversation without some one touching you in some way.  Frequently, when you greet someone, they will shake your hand, or fondly touch your forearm or shoulder, and NOT let go for the duration of the conversation, this could be upwards of 10 minutes, which feels like an eternity.

As a result of these and other factors, my bubble has all but vanished.  I would say it has significantly shrunk only 10% by choice and 90% by force due to the circumstances and repeated attack.  Nevertheless, not having a bubble has led to a positive change, in being more open, accepting and generally tolerant of those around me. I would say it has caused me to be less guarded and more willing to talk to people, thus developing relationships with neighbors and “strangers” that have been very rewarding.

Letting Go of the Past?

The last time I got my haircut was October of 2010. It was right before I was due to leave for Lesotho, Southern Africa in November of 2010. I figured I better get my hair cut one last time, since it will be a while. Up until then I had always had short hair. I loved my short, straight hair. However, I knew that once I joined the Peace Corps all that would change. I was always accustomed to blow drying and straightening my hair, and living in the cold that was somewhat necessary.  However, moving to a country where you are not guaranteed electricity would kind of hinder that morning process.   Similarly, when I found out that I would be going to the Eastern Caribbean instead, I figured it would not be necessary to blow dry my hair in the constant heat and humidity of the Caribbean, and straightening my hair would be futile.

So here we are in August 2013, nearly three years later.  My hair has since grown probably close to 12 inches (which should be noted that my hair grows really slowly) and I have yet to get my hair cut since leaving for the Peace Corps in January 2011. I have grown quite fond of my long hair.  It’s so much easier to deal with, especially in the heat. I just towel it dry and throw it up in a messy bun and I'm off. My hair is longer than it has ever been in my entire life by a good 3 or 4 inches.

Then I had the opportunity to get my hair cut by a professional! A fellow PCV’s mother who is a hairdresser came to visit and offered to cut anyone who wanted his or her hair cut.  I don’t normally fuss much over my hair and I gave her the authority to do what she wanted with it so long as she kept the length relatively intact. I just wanted to cut off the dead ends.

She gave me some layers, and now my hair seems so short! Even though it is still longer than it’s probably ever been. I can’t believe that I am so upset over it, especially considering everything, but I really grew to like my long hair.

Serious Ting

Serious Ting is a publication by and for the Peace Corps Eastern Caribbean community, including Peace Corps Volunteers, Peace Corps Staff, Returned Peace Corps Volunteers, and host-country nationals.  Serious Ting is dedicated to publishing submissions that are productive in nature, enhance communication within the Peace Corps community, represent the diversity of our experiences and/or reflect a spirit of creativity. 

Serious Ting relies on contributions from Peace Corps Eastern Caribbean Volunteers, Staff and host-country nationals.  Articles can be on any topic, creative, journalistic or informative.  Below is the article that I submitted for the next issue of Serious Ting discussing my involvement with the St. Vincent and the Grenadines Rugby Union Football Club.

I was always very active; I swam competitively, I cycled, and I played rugby.  So when I found out I was going to be serving in the Caribbean, I figured I would get back into swimming.  However, those dreams were dashed when I learned I would be living in the interior, in a rural farming village in the Marriaqua Valley, making it rather difficult to get to the sea to swim. I knew I wouldn’t be able to continue cycling, for various reasons, most notably I would not have a bike and the roads are narrow and dangerous.  And I certainly didn’t think I would be playing rugby.  So I continued my service for about a year without doing much activity.  That was until a chance meeting and a fleeting conversation between a fellow volunteer and the girlfriend of a rugby player. 

This serendipitous meeting has led me to form some of the greatest relationships, mold my fondest (and one of the most unforgettable!) memories, provide the opportunity to experience many new adventures and help to make a positive impact in the lives of many kids.  What initially started as something to occupy my time and get back into shape has quickly evolved into one of my proudest achievements and the reason I have extended my service in St. Vincent and the Grenadines.

When I first came on the scene to the SVG Rugby Union Football Club (SVGRUFC) it was nothing more than a few (approximately 5 guys and one or two women) gathering around to pass the ball and play a pick up game of touch rugby.  Over the course of the past year, a committed group of both players and non-players have been meeting regularly to re-direct SVGRUFC.  This group facilitated the election of the new Executive Board, which is dedicated and focused on re-establishing rugby in St. Vincent as the force it once was.  This includes focusing on increasing awareness and interest in rugby and in particular, in the youth.  The executive has been working feverishly to restore rugby in St. Vincent to its former glory and has thus far significantly boosted attendance at training sessions, raised funds for a school rugby programme which has attracted many new youth players, conducted monthly community outreach programmes aimed at increasing exposure of the SVGRUFC while positively contributing to the betterment of society and promoting environmentalism and volunteerism, as well as organized a summer youth rugby camp to be held during the month of August 2013.

Over the years, the idea that rugby is a white man’s sport has been all but nearly shattered. What started as a chiefly expat group of rugby enthusiasts has evolved into an almost exclusively Vincentian group of men and women interested in the sport of rugby and all that it stands for.  Since its inception in 1998, the SVGRUFC has celebrated many successes in the regional and international levels.  This includes victories in prominent tournaments beating teams such as St. Lucia, Barbados and Trinidad.  These accomplishments were shared by the men’s, women’s and U19 teams at the time.  Unfortunately, the last few years have seen a decrease in interest and prominence of the SVGRUFC; the SVGRUFC was all but lost and forgotten.

Aside from all the stressful but necessary administrative duties of writing grants, proposals, and reports and trying to make the necessary contacts at various national organizations that I have been involved with since joining the Executive team, I have also had the opportunity to be involved in so many new and wonderful experiences.  My fondest memories from joining SVGRUFC are not playing rugby, but rather our many fundraising and community outreach events.  Fortunately, through our countless themed-dinner (I have now learned how to make sushi) fundraisers, I will now have a career in waitressing to fallback should my engineering degree not work out. Organizing and executing a dinner fundraiser is a lot of work, it’s tiring and stressful, but seeing the many new supporters of SVGRUFC enjoying their food and raising much appreciated money to fund our youth programme and summer camp is well worth it.  We even manage to have a little fun along the way.

Our most successful endeavor in rebranding SVGRUFC has been our monthly community outreach events.  These include beach clean ups in communities throughout St. Vincent and donations and visits to the Nursing and Community Home and the Mental Health Institute.  These events help to increase awareness of the SVGRUFC through the positive media attention these events create, while contributing to the ever-important promotion of environmentalism and volunteerism among our team and the greater community.  The beach clean ups are particularly fun.  While our primary goal is to clean the beach and/or community, it is always followed by a cook up to which every one contributes something to the pot, a beach rugby game, and bathing in the sea.

I have had the pleasure of meeting people in many capacities throughout St. Vincent, all as a result of joining SVGRUFC, several of which have become close friends. I can check off “sailing” from my bucket list, after the team traveled to St. Lucia by sailboat to play a “friendly” game.  And that “unforgettable” memory I referenced earlier: that would be spending an evening in the emergency room having my lip stitched back together, after an unfortunate collision with the biggest and strongest man on the team.  I will be forever grateful for that chance meeting that has ultimately given me the opportunity to continue my service, forge forever friendships, travel and experience many new adventures and give back to St. Vincent in an unlikely and unexpected way.

So This One Time..

I haven’t really updated my blog in a while, and until I can properly sit down (Between attending various shows and activities for Carnival and writing proposals and sponsorship letters) I just wanted to share some stories about some encounters I have had.  But be sure to check back after Vincy Mas (July 9^th) because I will have a lot to say (carnival rundown and many new updates!)!

I think for the most part, most people know that I abhor nearly all bugs, especially spiders, centipedes, cockroaches, and the various new creepy crawly things I have encountered here that I have given names (ex: spawn of satan) because I am unsure of their proper name, not that it matters, because chances are you wouldn't know what it was anyways.

This story pertains exclusively to cockroaches.

A little while back, I had taken a break from rugby.  Therefore my cleats (known here as Studs) sat unused for a few weeks in my spare bedroom.  When I finally returned to rugby, I put the cleats in a plastic bag, put them in my bag and off I went.  When I reached the playing field, I took out my cleats and thought nothing other than putting them on to get ready to play.  So I'm sitting down and I put my right shoe on.  It felt a little funny, my small toe was all squished, but I thought since they were new (I had only worn them a few times) that they still needed to be broken in. I got up and tried walking over from the bleachers to the playing field. But after only a little while it was too uncomfortable, so I went back to figure out what was poking my toe.  When I took my shoe off a cockroach came flying out! And it was still alive! I screamed, naturally, and made a fool of myself in front of a bunch of the rugby guys.  From now on, I always shake out my shoes and clothes before I put anything on.

As if that wasn’t bad enough.  Not too long ago, I was sleeping.  I have a bug net, but sometimes I leave one corner tied up so that it’s easy to get in and out, since the bugs usually aren’t too bothersome. Well this particular night I was sleeping and was rudely awoken around 3am by something ramming into my shoulder.  By what, you ask? None other than a ginormous FLYING cockroach.  Did you even know that they fly?  Yes some do.  The big ones.  So I spent the next 20 minutes trying to get this flying cockroach out of my bug net.  It’s always really difficult to get bugs that get trapped inside the net, out. Especially when you are screaming and trying to hit them from 5 feet away.  They get stuck in the folds in the net and in the corners. It took a long while to get back to sleep after that.

I honestly don’t know what I would do without my bug net.  Some volunteers don’t hang theirs up.  Though, a lot of volunteers don’t live in the bush like I do, so I don’t think they have as many bug issues.  My house is completely surrounded by tall bush and various fruit trees. My bug net is like my security blanket.  I wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. Between the beetles, crickets, cockroaches, and other random bugs, who knows what would happen.

Updates (coming soon...)

I have so many new and exciting things to share with you, but no time to sit down and write all my thoughts down.  However, I promise to give you some updates by the end of the week :-)

for now:

 rugby beach clean

 rugby girls

me at my good friend's baby's christening

 at black point

 sarah and i, enjoying a night out in vincy!

we mashin up the place; but really we were posing for like 10 minutes until we realized the camera was recording video haha

 :-)

 enjoying some pre carnival activities

 not sure exactly if this is Kiss Me Falls or Hells Gate.  either way we had to climb through some thick bush to find it.

 the water was so cold and clear.

 on top the falls

enjoying the falls (there were three waterfalls in a row) and it was a perfect day

 near Rabacca, country side.

 St. Vincent, land so beautiful

picturesque