Saturday, June 19, 2010

Wait... so i'm not supposed to drink this water untreated like i have been for the last month??

Man oh man, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. My apologies for it being such a long break, got lots going on here and I’m trying to get settled into some sort of schedule. I finally have, just in time to move out on my own! This has been a huuuuge reason for my lack of posts and excessive stress. Internet has also been out here in the Mid-Atlas Mountains. I’m not really sure what’s going on since Andy (my site mate) lives only a dowar over and his internet is connecting. Mine, however seems to connect for about 30 minutes everyday and then safi (done). A bit annoying since I was used to being able to get on whenever I wanted before…

The last month has been a lot of looking for a house to live in here in Tidili and its proven to be quite a task. I’m looking for a house with at least one room, a salon (like a living room), kitchen, bathroom (which is really just a room with a Turkish toilet and if I’m lucky a faucet), running water and electricity. So far I have looked at a total of 7 houses, they either have all of the above but cost too much (Peace Corps allots me 600dh (about $73) per month for housing) or don’t have one of the above. I want a house near the main dowar- which is called Souk (yes, also the name for the weekly market, makes it a bit confusing sometimes) since this is where I’ll buy most of my meat, veggies, fruits, etc and also where my sbitar is located. The house that’s looking like its going to be the one (I’m running out of time here- only 12 days til I can move out) is located in a dowar about 2 K away from Souk, but there is not a paved road connecting the two so I have to walk through gardens and bushes to get to Souk. This is going to suck, especially when I’m trying to get all the initial things (like pots, pans, cups, plates, bed, fridge, oven, etc) into the house but it’s really my only option right now. The house has been home to 2 Peace Corps volunteers that were here sometime around 2001, has 4 rooms (HUGE!- I’ll prob only use 2 and lock up the others), a small kitchen, a garden area/courtyard and a small room which a Turkish toilet will soon be added. Other than the distance/location the other downfall to the house is it only had one faucet and its in an area next to the house that’s supposed to house animals (none there now) so I’ll have to carry buckets to wash dishes, cook, bath, brush my teeth, etc. I guess it’s just something I’ll have to get used too. I might be able to connect a long tube from the faucet to the kitchen but we’ll see if that’s more work than its worth. Due to my lack of housing I have also had to cancel my 4th of July party I wanted to have. Realistically I just cant have the house set up in time to have company, since I probably wont even have ponjs (Moroccan couches) for people to sleep on. I’m pretty bummed about that, but next 4th of July I’ll just have to have a BIGGER bash.

Everyday I’m in this country I learn more and more from the people around me. Sometimes I learn things about myself, sometimes about others and sometimes just random crap.

  • I received a package of goodies from my dad a few weeks ago. It ended up being quite the ordeal actually getting the package since the post office in Ourzazate (where our mail goes through) thought they needed to tax the crap out of the boxes and charge me over 1,000dh ($121.00) to pick them up. To give you an idea of how much money that is, I made 1,000Dh the entire month of May! So needless to say, A LOT of money. I went to Ourzazate and with the help of another volunteer whose language is AMAZING got them to drop the total price down to about 700Dh. Everything I do here is an adventure, including our trips to find the proper post office official (who ended up being drunk) to lower the price. The box was worth EVERY CENT as it’s been what’s keeping me from starving between bread, tagine and mushy rice (it was filled with warm clothes for winter and delicious American snacks). Lesson learned? If you want to send me a box (which you probably should) please make sure that you declare it a gift and ensure it is not listed as more then $50.00 value.
  • As stated in a previous post I was trying to get my body adjusted to the water so I wouldn’t have to deal with treating it, however I have since learned the hard way I need to treat it. About 2 weeks ago our water got a little murky, which is because its spring water, so I figured I’d be ok if I just drank a little. Well, about 3 hours later I was in the bitlma (bathroom) throwing up everything I’d eaten in the past few days. Let me tell you, throwing up in a small unsanitary hole is about as fun as having to go to the bathroom there. It was a LOOONG night in the bitlma and a terrible next day. I tried to explain to my family I was sick, but they were so worried about me not eating they kept bringing food and drinks to my room. The brought me cheese and coke (two VERY rare things in my house) and I was so grateful but I just couldn’t eat it. They checked on me every hour that day, they really are amazing people. The next day I was told over and over how I looked yellow, thanks family. Lesson learned? Treat the damn water!
  • In the past few weeks I also learned that my male nurse, Mohammed will be leaving us here in Tidili. I knew he wanted to leave but I was secretly hoping that he wouldn’t be able to since he’s such a great resource, speaking a bit of English and really wanting to run a clean, sanitary clinic (well as clean and sanitary as it can be in the mountains of Africa). However, he learned last week he is indeed leaving. He was gone for a few days while he was learning his new assignment and I was alone at the sbitar with Khadija. Wow, were things different. It’s so difficult to try and explain why you should do certain things (ex. Recapping and disposing of the needles separately- currently I’m trying to get her to throw them into a bottle of bleach until I can learn how to properly dispose of them) with my limited language and her being so used to doing things her way. Lesson learned: I have my work cut out for me, even more than I thought (I didn’t even think that was possible).
Its so hard trying to decide what I want to blog about since every hour here in Morocco is such an experience. I really can’t do it justice with writing and pictures. I am so grateful for this experience I’m having here. There have been so many times I’ve woke up to the roosters outside or the woman singing in the fields and I just can’t believe THIS IS MY LIFE. Sometimes it’s tough, yes. But realistically, I’m living MY DREAM. This is what I’ve wanted my whole life- and I’m doing it. I’m living the dream and I couldn’t be happier.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

How much do you love me?

Angelica Polen
BP9 Inghrom N Ougdal 45253
P. Ourzazate, Morocco

Wish list:
-Conditioner
-Pens/highlighters
-Emergency/Airborne
-Softlips/Burts Bee chapstick
-Nalgene water bottle
-Crystal Light packets (pink lemonade and berry flavors are yummy)
-Hand sanitizer (little bottles to put in my bags when I travel)
-Scotch tape
-Ziploc bags (all sizes)
-Duct tape
-Putty wall stuff and hooks for hanging things in houses
-Baby powder
-Deodorant (clinical strength is better- hey, I live in Africa!)
-Nail Polish (you would be amazed how painting my toes can make a terrible day good again)
-Velveeta cheese (or boxes of Velveeta shells and cheese)
-Ranch (hidden valley, dry packets good too)
-Taco seasoning
-Pictures are ALWAYS fabulous to decorate my house with (photo frames are a PLUS!)
-Music (old or new CDs, anything you think I might like I probably will!)
-Popcorn seasoning (the powdered stuff)
-Candy (M&Ms, Snickers, Reeses)
-Super glue
-Gum
-Other fun things you'd want living in rural Morocco


Tips for sending packages:

  • Please make sure the package is CLEARLY marked as a gift 
  • Make sure the box is listed as UNDER $50.00 IN VALUE. Otherwise I will get charged a crazy amount for taxes when I go to pick up the box 
  • The less packaging the better, as I have to burn/bury my trash. Be creative, I can always use Ziploc bags of all sizes so take things out of boxes and put them in here. If you have a long sleeve or quarter sleeve shirt or ankle length skirt you don’t want wrap gifts in those (or go to arc and pick one out for me), pack things into a nalgene, that sort of thing

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Aubrey Sacco

Recently I was traveling into Ourzazate on the souk bus and I began to think about what an amazing experience I’m having here in Morocco, living among the people, learning the language and being able to participate in a lot of day to day activities I would never be able to experience as a tourist. Not many people get to experience such things as work, family and fear seem to get in the way. I have been very fortunate to have met some AMAZING people along my life, many of whom through Semester at Sea, Peace Corps and other paths in my life. Some of these people I will probably never see again, as our paths may not cross again, but they have all touched my heart somehow.

One always KNOWS when they meet someone in life that is destined for great things. For anyone who knows Aubrey Sacco you know she was one of those people. I only had the pleasure of meeting Aubrey twice in the dorms, as she was a good friend of my suitemate, Kari. She was loud, in your face and crazy, quite honestly she irritated me due to her loudness through the wall. But I remember seeing some of her information on facebook, of her travels and adventures and also hearing about her trips through Kari. Aubrey wasn’t afraid to just GO and do something. She is an inspiration to me and many others in the way she traveled through the world in search of something else.

Aubrey took a bus from Kathmandu to Syabrubesi on April 19th and began a 7-8 day trek in the Himalayas on April 20th. She was following the Lonely Planet Trek Guide and would have returned to Kathmandu April 30th-May1st. Unfortunately, no one has heard from her since she began the trek. She is trekking alone.
The above was take from the Facebook group, please visit and donate if you can to aid in the safe return of Aubrey Sacco and to learn more information about this unfortunate event)

Anyone who has friends or family who has traveled knows this is really a friends/mother/sister/fathers worst nightmare. We also know how difficult the red tape of another country can make it to find someone missing. I'm writing this blog with hopes SOMEONE sees it and knows someone who knows the area, has a friend in the area or plans to travel in the area. Us travelers have to take care of each other, wouldn’t you want the same done for yourself? As a fellow traveler, Aubreys missing really hits close to home. My thoughts are with her, always, until she gets off that plane in DIA to her many friends and family that have been awaiting her return.

“Aubrey has been spreading glitter around the world, touching lives and living her dreams”
Please get home safe Aubrey. Much positive energy from Morocco.