So, this morning, my good friend Kenny Holt and I took a few hours off and set off bright and early, expected only to be home in time for lunch. Kenny very graciously lent me his zoom lens and here are some of the day's spoils.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Nature Calling (1)
Back in July, FT staged a 5-Day Club in the village of San Pedro, some 60km north of Trinidad. Since then, we've been back twice for one-off afternoon visits. However, one thing that cannot escape your notice as you drive the road north is the variety of wildlife on show, particularly the bird life. A shame, then, that we've always been in such a hurry to get to San Pedro and back.
So, this morning, my good friend Kenny Holt and I took a few hours off and set off bright and early, expected only to be home in time for lunch. Kenny very graciously lent me his zoom lens and here are some of the day's spoils.
So, this morning, my good friend Kenny Holt and I took a few hours off and set off bright and early, expected only to be home in time for lunch. Kenny very graciously lent me his zoom lens and here are some of the day's spoils.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Saturday Post -- 06/11/10
We've just returned from our 6-monthly review meeting with the FT board, where we had the chance to discuss our plans for 2011. No messing around, here's a breakdown.
One of my main tasks this year has been to organise and promote the use of FT's library. I started out enthusiastically here, putting the books in order (it was that bad) but time has constrained me from doing more, such as assembling an index and acquiring texts. Therefore, I'll be re-focusing my energies here, as well as promoting titles which may be of use to people at the morning meditations. We have a great wealth of texts but little awareness among the staff of their benefits at the moment.
Additionally, FT's community education ministry, which takes place among local children and those who live with their parents in Trinidad's prisons, is somewhat short-handed at the moment in terms of staff, and so I've been asked to come on board to advise Samy Gutierrez (who regular blog readers will be familiar with) and assist in running the classes, which take place on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons.
Aside from these developments, I'll be pressing on with the website, tweaking the English classes to encourage a greater uptake next year, and continuing with my usual church commitments.
As mentioned last week, Amanda's language classes have just come to an end, freeing up her morning schedule, which she will now primarily devote to administrative tasks in the Health Area, including working on compiling the data for a Beni-wide survey which FT embarked on in 2009. There may also be an opening for her to take on a more hands-on role in FT's audiology work, supporting audiologist Odalis Arce, who could do with a hand at the moment. That possibility will be run by the general assembly later this month.
As Diego mentioned in the meeting, those days when we moaned about not having much to do seem like a long, long time ago now. But we're excited about our new range of tasks and looking forward to what the Lord has in store for us.
Looking forward has been the theme of the week, with a surgical campaña kicking off next week, for a fortnight. Unlike the campaña back in May, this one is a general ENT campaña and a team of surgeons from Spain will be here to support Diego and the staff, including Amanda. With around 6-7 cases per day, and Amanda often required well into the evening in post-surgery, I'm already mapping out my diet of televised sport and war movies for the fortnight. Before that, though, I'm due to preach this Sunday, so please be praying for that.
Prayer
• For patience and flexibility for both of us as we adapt to our new schedule.
• For Craig as he preaches this Sunday from 1 Samuel 22.
• For Amanda as she prepares to work two solid weeks with the surgical campaña.
Praise
• For a productive meeting this afternoon.
• For meeting various administrative end-of-month deadlines this week.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
One of my main tasks this year has been to organise and promote the use of FT's library. I started out enthusiastically here, putting the books in order (it was that bad) but time has constrained me from doing more, such as assembling an index and acquiring texts. Therefore, I'll be re-focusing my energies here, as well as promoting titles which may be of use to people at the morning meditations. We have a great wealth of texts but little awareness among the staff of their benefits at the moment.
Additionally, FT's community education ministry, which takes place among local children and those who live with their parents in Trinidad's prisons, is somewhat short-handed at the moment in terms of staff, and so I've been asked to come on board to advise Samy Gutierrez (who regular blog readers will be familiar with) and assist in running the classes, which take place on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons.
Aside from these developments, I'll be pressing on with the website, tweaking the English classes to encourage a greater uptake next year, and continuing with my usual church commitments.
As mentioned last week, Amanda's language classes have just come to an end, freeing up her morning schedule, which she will now primarily devote to administrative tasks in the Health Area, including working on compiling the data for a Beni-wide survey which FT embarked on in 2009. There may also be an opening for her to take on a more hands-on role in FT's audiology work, supporting audiologist Odalis Arce, who could do with a hand at the moment. That possibility will be run by the general assembly later this month.
As Diego mentioned in the meeting, those days when we moaned about not having much to do seem like a long, long time ago now. But we're excited about our new range of tasks and looking forward to what the Lord has in store for us.
Looking forward has been the theme of the week, with a surgical campaña kicking off next week, for a fortnight. Unlike the campaña back in May, this one is a general ENT campaña and a team of surgeons from Spain will be here to support Diego and the staff, including Amanda. With around 6-7 cases per day, and Amanda often required well into the evening in post-surgery, I'm already mapping out my diet of televised sport and war movies for the fortnight. Before that, though, I'm due to preach this Sunday, so please be praying for that.
Prayer
• For patience and flexibility for both of us as we adapt to our new schedule.
• For Craig as he preaches this Sunday from 1 Samuel 22.
• For Amanda as she prepares to work two solid weeks with the surgical campaña.
Praise
• For a productive meeting this afternoon.
• For meeting various administrative end-of-month deadlines this week.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Saturday Post -- 30/10/10
We were engaged in much merriment yesterday (Friday) as, together with the rest of the Fundación Totaí staff, we marked FT's sixth anniversary. The above picture shows FT staff and various family members at the official climax of the day's festivities. It was a good opportunity to consider how far FT has come and the Lord's provision over the years.
I say official climax as my favourite bit of the afternoon came later on, when about a dozen of the workers got changed and had a game of football out on the field outside our house. Believe it or not, this was my first proper kickabout since we came to Trinidad nine months ago and therefore embraced by yours truly with no little fervour, though admittedly no large flair. Indeed, if you're a secondary English teacher and you're in need of a simple, easy-to-understand definition of irony for your pupils, a simple photograph of me in my Barcelona 'Messi' shirt would be of immense benefit. Forgive me, Lionel, for I have sinned.
Nevertheless, a great time was had by all, not least the opposition goalie. This week also marked the climax of our Spanish classes with Farid, with Amanda concluding her lessons on Wednesday -- though, of course, the learning has only just begun! Cheesy, that, but true. We're glad that, with a freer morning schedule, Amanda will have more opportunities to learn in practical, everyday situations in the workplace. And we're particularly glad for the relationship we've been able to build with our young teacher over these past months, and will certainly be looking to maintain that friendship in the years to come.
On that subject, I was able to take advantage of our newly-turbo-charged internet speed earlier this week to meet, via Skype, my uni flatmate of two years, Dave Vinton, who like ourselves has recently left familiar shores to serve in a new environment -- though in many ways, it couldn't be any more different than Trinidad. Dave, originally from Bath, is working as assistant pastor at Grace Church in Greenwich, Connecticut or, in his own words 'the Tunbridge Wells of the USA'. Just 30 minutes' drive from New York City, Greenwich is America's unofficial hedge fund capital and home to some of the world's big economic players. Like ourselves, adjustment to the new culture has its ups and downs, but he is relishing this new opportunity. For all that our respective 'fields' are in such contrast with one another, I was intrigued to realise, as I chatted to Dave that, in many ways, we face similar hurdles to the gospel, particularly with regard to the whole concept of salvation by grace and not works (admittedly, something that none of us will ever truly grasp this side of Glory). Here the root of that confusion is centuries of Roman Catholic influence; up there, men and women who have gotten where they are in life by being very, very good at what they do.
I really appreciated getting back in touch with an old friend -- you have no idea of the encouragement that that sort of contact can be to us down here. I heartily commend his ministry to you and direct you to his own website, which details his work.
http://davevinton.blogspot.com/
Prayer
• For both of us, that with our formal language training now at an end, we would not slacken off in our Spanish studies.
• For Amanda, who has taken on further administrative tasks this week as part of her work, that she would keep afloat among the paperwork.
Praise
• For big progress this week on the new FT website, which Craig is developing.
• For some great opportunities to spend time with friends this week, be they work colleagues or old pals from home.
¡Qué Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Friday, October 22, 2010
Saturday Post -- 23/10/10
As you can see from the pictures, above, we've been out and about with a local family this week, spending time on Sunday afternoon with Sammy & Nayara Gutierrez and their family. Way back in the dim and distant past -- or, to be more precise, the '90s -- my parents elected to sponsor a child at La Palmera school in Trinidad, where I was to later on spend my gap year in 2000/1. That child turned out to be Sammy Gutierrez Jr. and he is pictured, from 2003, in the first photograph. Through this sponsorship, our two families became very close, with my parents visiting them on a couple of occasions over the years, and Amanda and I had long been planning to meet with them again.
So we were naturally delighted to accept their invitation for lunch on Sunday past. Only I wasn't mentally prepared to meet the man standing next to me in the second photograph. Sammy is now studying civil engineering at university and is a martial arts specialist. I don't know about Amanda, but with those kind of credentials I'm not planning on calling him 'Junior' any time soon.
It was a real thrill to us to hear of his and the family's progress, with one development towering, Sammy Jr-like, above all else: Sammy and Nayara's coming to a saving faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Nayara was first, accepting her need of a saviour four years ago at a church meeting she'd been invited to. But, typical bloke, Sammy dug his heels in, all the time going further down the road of alcohol abuse, until, about a year ago, he finally gave in. And not a drop has passed his lips in the time since. As turnarounds go, it's positively Rooney-like. Not only that, but he's since joined FT and is working as a teacher as part of the Community ministry here. This helps him in two ways: firstly, he gets the encouragement of working alongside other Christians; and secondly, he's not under the same pressure to do so many gigs with his band on the Trinidad party circuit, where liquid temptations abound.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Amanda's been out and about in the community with the nurses again while I've been back working on the website after meeting Diego to discuss some further updates this week. We were also able to get back out to San Pedro for another follow-up visit, this time with Amanda coming along as part of the health team.
I have to dash now as the Friday English class is starting soon, but I'll close in the usual fashion...
Prayer
• For the construction work required to complete the next phase of FT HQ, required in time for the next surgical campaña in two weeks’ time, in which Amanda will be heavily involved.
• For Craig as he seeks to get the new website live as soon as possible.
Praise
• For the arrival of our newly-fixed computer, which we’d left in La Paz last month for repairs.
• For a great afternoon of catching up and fellowship with the Gutierrez family on Sunday.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday Post -- 16/10/10
When I set out to blog our goings-on on a weekly basis, I opted for the monicker of 'The Saturday Post', despite aiming to write it on a Friday afternoon of every week. Two reasons led me to this point: firstly, the British readers probably wouldn't get the chance to see it till Saturday anyway; and secondly, it gave me breathing-space so that if I forgot about it on the Friday, I could still get it posted on time.
Well, I think I've done rather well in the sense that it's taken me about nine months to completely forget to post our update on the Friday afternoon. However, being a little pressed for time, I'll need to make it a brief one. Work-wise, I managed to prepare materials for the remaining English classes of the year, while Amanda spent a couple of days at the school where health checks have been carried out. They're doubling their efforts now because they want to get the whole school seen to by the end of the year.
Outside of work, things have been fairly quiet, though we've been able to harness the power of the internet to our advantage in our recreational time. Since we came down here, one of the biggest adjustments has been the lack of books we have at our disposal. Even in subsequent deliveries from Scotland, it's been a struggle to get a lot of texts down here as they take up so much space and weight. However, if you have a Mac (as we do) I discovered this week that it's possible to download a 'Kindle for Mac' device from Amazon, meaning you can read on your computer -- no substitute for the real thing, of course, but as good as we'll get here. Not only that, but they have a million or so classics available to download to your device without having to pay a penny. I'm hoping to read Middlemarch in the next few weeks. We'd also been lamenting our lack of board games. Again, we had to resort to the computer, but we've managed to find a couple of pretty decent versions of probably my two all-time favourites, Risk and Monopoly.
I'd mentioned a couple of weeks ago that we were due to host the Gutierrez family, whom my family have known for some years. Unfortunately they weren't able to come but they insisted that we join them for Sunday lunch this weekend. So we're really looking forward to spending some time with Sammy & Nayara, who only a few years ago came to a saving faith, and their children.
I'm without any preaching or meditations commitments for the next couple of weeks, so I'm hoping to use the slight slackness in the schedule just to get my thinking cap on and pray for wisdom as to the direction of the area of Education at FT. Prayer appreciated.
Prayer
• For Amanda and the team working in the local school, that they may be able to check all children by the year’s end.
• For another visit to San Pedro, site of the five-day club in July, on Tuesday afternoon, for a couple of hours of games and teaching.
Praise
• For a productive week at work for both of us.
• For finding practical solutions to our leisure needs. May seem trivial, but it makes a huge difference in a town that lacks even a library.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Well, I think I've done rather well in the sense that it's taken me about nine months to completely forget to post our update on the Friday afternoon. However, being a little pressed for time, I'll need to make it a brief one. Work-wise, I managed to prepare materials for the remaining English classes of the year, while Amanda spent a couple of days at the school where health checks have been carried out. They're doubling their efforts now because they want to get the whole school seen to by the end of the year.
Outside of work, things have been fairly quiet, though we've been able to harness the power of the internet to our advantage in our recreational time. Since we came down here, one of the biggest adjustments has been the lack of books we have at our disposal. Even in subsequent deliveries from Scotland, it's been a struggle to get a lot of texts down here as they take up so much space and weight. However, if you have a Mac (as we do) I discovered this week that it's possible to download a 'Kindle for Mac' device from Amazon, meaning you can read on your computer -- no substitute for the real thing, of course, but as good as we'll get here. Not only that, but they have a million or so classics available to download to your device without having to pay a penny. I'm hoping to read Middlemarch in the next few weeks. We'd also been lamenting our lack of board games. Again, we had to resort to the computer, but we've managed to find a couple of pretty decent versions of probably my two all-time favourites, Risk and Monopoly.
I'd mentioned a couple of weeks ago that we were due to host the Gutierrez family, whom my family have known for some years. Unfortunately they weren't able to come but they insisted that we join them for Sunday lunch this weekend. So we're really looking forward to spending some time with Sammy & Nayara, who only a few years ago came to a saving faith, and their children.
I'm without any preaching or meditations commitments for the next couple of weeks, so I'm hoping to use the slight slackness in the schedule just to get my thinking cap on and pray for wisdom as to the direction of the area of Education at FT. Prayer appreciated.
Prayer
• For Amanda and the team working in the local school, that they may be able to check all children by the year’s end.
• For another visit to San Pedro, site of the five-day club in July, on Tuesday afternoon, for a couple of hours of games and teaching.
Praise
• For a productive week at work for both of us.
• For finding practical solutions to our leisure needs. May seem trivial, but it makes a huge difference in a town that lacks even a library.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Friday, October 8, 2010
Saturday Post -- 09/10/10
Many thanks for your prayers this week for my time leading the meditations in the mornings at FT. Our focus for the week was the final few verses of chapter 7 or 2 Corinthians, a somewhat complex passage exploring the ins-and-outs of the various politics between Paul and the church in Corinth. However, with the Lord's help I was able to draw out some basic points, such as today when we focused on Paul's joy in being proven correct to Titus with regard to the church, not a joy that came from some sense of personal vindication so much as the joy of being seen to be a man of integrity and the glory that it consequently brought to God. Being someone of integrity is something I've been thinking a lot about recently. Never in my life have I been placed on such a pedestal as I am here, delivering sermons and meditations on a pretty regular basis. With broken homes everywhere we turn, men of integrity are lacking and, therefore, when someone can teach from the Bible, people take notice. But I'm so aware of my shortcomings too -- if the folk who come to our church every week, mostly young people, had a sneak peek into my thought life, for example, I'd be run out of town!
I would hate to stand before the Lord on that Day, telling him about all the ways I pointed my brothers and sisters in the direction of holiness, only to be interrupted as he queries, "Holiness, eh? That's all well and good. But what about that rubbish you allowed yourself to binge on every night on the telly?" or something to that effect. At times this world turns my head in all directions but, if I'm honest with myself, the last thing I wish is to join the Pharisees in the Society of Hypocrites.
One thing integrity means is consistency of character in our relationships, be they with believers or not, and Amanda and I have certainly been encouraged in this regard with a couple called Omar & Lucy, who live just around the corner from us. We got to know Omar & Lucy -- who have two daughters -- through Diego & Jo, with Omar a regular now at fronton every Saturday morning. When we got a call last month out of the blue on Amanda's birthday, asking us if we'd come round for lunch at their place to celebrate, we knew the Lord was establishing a close bond between us. We've been able to use the relationship to witness to them as a couple and, at the same time, they've started coming as a family to the church's Bible studies on a Thursday night. KC came to me today to let me know that she was looking to start a one-on-one Bible study in the book of John with Lucy and she was wondering if I'd be interested in doing something with Omar, given our friendship. So we're hoping to have something up and running, possibly as early as next week. Please be praying for this great opportunity.
As mentioned last week, administration has dominated recent days, however, the English classes have not gone by the wayside and they reached a landmark this week with the first exam for the Wednesday group (the Friday group are a week behind due to local holidays). It appears that all students passed, so some encouragement there to keep pressing on. At the same time, as we're currently planning for 2011, I'm looking to make a few changes to the classes, specifically shorter, more bite-sized modules throughout the year that will, Lord-willing, encourage a higher uptake. Believe it or not, certificates still have great power here -- people love nothing more than to display a fancy bit of paper on their wall. The classes continue until the end of this year, but our cross-cultural lessons show no sign of abating.
Prayer
• For our time with Farid, our language teacher, as he comes to visit us this evening. The other week he was asking Amanda about the Reformation and it’s led to some encouraging conversations.
• For the study with Omar, that the Lord will use it to deepen our friendship and, ultimately, bring Omar to a saving faith.
Praise
• For a real sense this week of friendships being strengthened – it’s been a great encouragement.
• For the Lord’s guidance this past week as I preached on Sunday and shared in the mornings.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
I would hate to stand before the Lord on that Day, telling him about all the ways I pointed my brothers and sisters in the direction of holiness, only to be interrupted as he queries, "Holiness, eh? That's all well and good. But what about that rubbish you allowed yourself to binge on every night on the telly?" or something to that effect. At times this world turns my head in all directions but, if I'm honest with myself, the last thing I wish is to join the Pharisees in the Society of Hypocrites.
One thing integrity means is consistency of character in our relationships, be they with believers or not, and Amanda and I have certainly been encouraged in this regard with a couple called Omar & Lucy, who live just around the corner from us. We got to know Omar & Lucy -- who have two daughters -- through Diego & Jo, with Omar a regular now at fronton every Saturday morning. When we got a call last month out of the blue on Amanda's birthday, asking us if we'd come round for lunch at their place to celebrate, we knew the Lord was establishing a close bond between us. We've been able to use the relationship to witness to them as a couple and, at the same time, they've started coming as a family to the church's Bible studies on a Thursday night. KC came to me today to let me know that she was looking to start a one-on-one Bible study in the book of John with Lucy and she was wondering if I'd be interested in doing something with Omar, given our friendship. So we're hoping to have something up and running, possibly as early as next week. Please be praying for this great opportunity.
As mentioned last week, administration has dominated recent days, however, the English classes have not gone by the wayside and they reached a landmark this week with the first exam for the Wednesday group (the Friday group are a week behind due to local holidays). It appears that all students passed, so some encouragement there to keep pressing on. At the same time, as we're currently planning for 2011, I'm looking to make a few changes to the classes, specifically shorter, more bite-sized modules throughout the year that will, Lord-willing, encourage a higher uptake. Believe it or not, certificates still have great power here -- people love nothing more than to display a fancy bit of paper on their wall. The classes continue until the end of this year, but our cross-cultural lessons show no sign of abating.
Prayer
• For our time with Farid, our language teacher, as he comes to visit us this evening. The other week he was asking Amanda about the Reformation and it’s led to some encouraging conversations.
• For the study with Omar, that the Lord will use it to deepen our friendship and, ultimately, bring Omar to a saving faith.
Praise
• For a real sense this week of friendships being strengthened – it’s been a great encouragement.
• For the Lord’s guidance this past week as I preached on Sunday and shared in the mornings.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Friday, October 1, 2010
Saturday Post -- 02/10/10
"Administration. Administration. Administration." With apologies to Tony Blair, that has been the theme of the working week. In October of each year, the initial budgets for the forthcoming calendar year are prepared, so I've spent a good chunk of the week trying to plan for the Education division of FT next year. While hours spent in front of Microsoft Excel ain't exactly my cup of tea, it's provided a good opportunity to think about what direction the Lord is leading us in as a division. Excel is par for the course for Amanda, of course, and she's been supporting the nursing staff with that side of things this week.
Still, it's not all been spreadsheets. On Tuesday, a group of FT workers, including myself, headed back to San Pedro, where July's five-day club had been held, to spend another afternoon with the local children. We had no idea what to expect (despite our advanced warnings they had no idea we were coming) and we were met by only a handful at first, but as the afternoon wore on, a steady trickle of local kids got wind of the activity and, in the end, some 60 young people turned up -- as many as, if not more than, the group that came regularly in July. I led some singing, the Sports division led some games and Kenny gave 'em the gospel!
It was no easy afternoon, mind you, given the weather of the past week or so. Unfortunately, the smoke has reared its ugly head yet again and Trinidad remains smothered in the stuff. This, added to some unseasonably warm weather (spring only began about 10 days ago) combined to send temperatures into the high-30s for a good week or so. At times it was just about unbearable, creating that vicious cycle whereby the heat drains any energy you have, yet the nights are so stuffy that sleep is a major challenge. However, we have to remind ourselves that we, at least, have the benefit of fans in our home, something which most families around here simply cannot afford.
And speaking of family, I had the chance to speak to mine yesterday, 'face-to-face', via Skype. Hardly newsworthy in the developed world, but a recent hike in internet speeds has made a big difference of late and it was a thrill to be able to add vision to the sound. So, if there are any Skype users out there who fancy a chin-wag some time, our screenname is slybacon75. Look forward to it!
A fair few prayer points this week...
Prayer
• For lunchtime on Sunday afternoon, when we’re inviting over Samy & Nayara Gutierrez and their family, old friends of ours and recently-born again Christians.
• For Paris, not the city (though I’m not stopping you) but a physio at FT (pictured, top) with whom Craig has been sharing his faith recently.
• For Craig and his fairly hefty teaching load – preaching on Sunday and leading the morning meditations this week.
• For the morning meditations, not just this week but all weeks. A good number of FT workers aren’t believers and this is, for most, the only regular Christian input they receive. Pray that they would come to understand the reason for our work here and come to know Jesus as their personal saviour.
• For both of us as we trawl through the end-of-year administration.
Praise
• For the recent opening with Paris (see above).
• For a south wind which has decreased temperatures significantly from the furnace-like heights of earlier in the week.
• For being able to chat with the family this week.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday Post Travel-Log Special -- 25/09/10
While on our trip, I spent about half an hour each evening scribbling down the events of the day, for the benefit of my generally useless memory. I wrote to no other audience but myself, so I'm not sure how interesting the following will prove to the casual reader, but I reckoned it would at least make for a slightly different Saturday Post this week. Just edited highlights here. I'll try to post some more pictures, too, over the next few days.
As for prayer this week, give thanks for the refreshing time we had while away and pray for energy and renewed vision as we adjust back to the working day here in Trinidad.
Saturday, 11th of September
• Arrive in La Paz around 2:30pm. Stepping off the plane is like walking into a fridge with the light left on. Wonderful.
• After a short hunt, locate our base for the majority of the week: Hotel Fuentes on Calle Linares, a street in the heart of the touristy (and hilly!) San Francisco district of town. The woman at the hotel tells us a room with a double bed is available for only one evening. I explain that she’d told me otherwise on the phone. Sure enough, we get the room for three nights. I’m reminded that we may be in a very different city, but we’re still in Bolivia.
• We take a micro [La Paz’s main form of transport, mini-vans which struggle up and down the hills] to Wagamama – not that one, but an independent Japanese restaurant in town. It’s our first taste of Eastern cuisine since arriving in Bolivia and well worth the wait – subtle flavours I’d forgotten even existed take an extremely powerful hold.
The street just outside our hotel. Chocos abound.
Sunday, 12th of September
• A patchy night’s sleep, to be expected as part of the adjustment to high altitude.
• At breakfast in the hotel, I take my first cup of coca leaf tea this holiday, and Amanda her first ever. It’s a tad bitter, but a tried and tested guard against altitude sickness, though of course, it has been known to have other uses.
• A marathon of a service at El Jireh church in the city [home to Pastor Juan Antonio Maldonado, old friend of FT and the church’s namesake here in Trinidad]. The Lord’s Supper takes up the first 90 minutes, though with a markedly different feel to what I’m used to. Worship songs are repeated over and over, with a very lively, quasi-Hebrew feel to things. Later, I’m invited to address the church on behalf of the church in Trinidad. As in Trinidad, the children come up to the front to sing before heading to their Sunday school, only here they also fight for the microphone to recite huge chunks of Scripture – as in, full Psalms/chapters. It is truly inspiring stuff. We leave at around 12:45pm, some four hours after arriving.
• After fevered anticipation, we head straight to ‘Burger King’ on the Prado. But it takes only a few bites for the excitement to dissipate as we contemplate the poor quality grub at non-Third World-adjusted prices.
• After a post-lunch siesta, we take a micro down the hill [up is the only other direction in La Paz] to catch the 5pm showing of ‘Inception’ at a recently-opened multiplex. We’d heard snatches of information about it beforehand but nothing could have prepared us for the reality (or is it?!). Mesmerising, the best film we’ve seen in a very long time.
Monday, 13th of September
• This morning we aim to get our sole FT-related business out of the way and we make tracks for the Bible Societies shop round the corner from our hotel. There, we spend the morning picking out tracts for FT and the church, with the bargain prices (around 10p per tract) meaning we only just make it out before lunchtime closing.
• My watch stopped working a few months ago and had been planning on getting a new one here for some time, so we wander down the Prado to a watch shop recommended by the hotel manager. Inevitably, genuine models are thin on the ground (‘Rolexes’ come at missionary-friendly prices), though at least here, the woman has the decency to declare her forgeries (not usually the case back in Trinidad). I pick up a nice Casio (never let me down) which comes with a guarantee. When I ask for the guarantee, I’m told it’s etched into the reverse of the watchface. Sense any further effort may be in vain.
• We get a taxi to a street market (again recommended by our hotel manager, whose Super Mario-like appearance betrays a genuine affability and desire to please). Amanda picks up a set of kitchen scales and a vegetable steamer – like decent watches, these are, again, impossible to find in Trinidad. [trust readers are getting a sense of just how exciting the ‘little things’ have become to us over the last year]
• Pop into a restaurant next door to the hotel. It’s quiet, but serves a good, traditional set menu, which results in my first llama steak of the holiday.
• Super-sized jugos (fruity, South American milkshakes) nearly cause us to keel over, so we take another much-needed stroll down the Prado, browsing the various fake DVD stands and shoe shops. On way back to hotel, we nip into ‘Oliver’s Travels’, La Paz’s token British bar, though I’m the only British customer. Nonetheless, we enjoy the closing games of the US Open final while bantering with staff (both Brits) about all things La Paz.
Tuesday, 14th of September
• Both showered and changed by 7:15am. We check out and catch a micro heading to the cemetery, where buses leave for Copacabana.
• The four-hour bus journey is as spectacular as usual, though desperation to urinate [my bladder shrunk considerably at high altitude] dampens the excitement somewhat. With hindsight, a gigantic lake perhaps not the most comforting scenery.
• We arrive in Copacabana at the back of noon [there was a toilet stop an hour earlier, thankfully]. A bit of a hike to our hotel but we are duly rewarded for our effort. A specatacular lake view is afforded from the gardens. We swing in the hammocks for a while before lunch.
• We toddle up and down the streets [funny how high altitude is never flat] of Copacabana, reminded of just what a far-out place it can be. Hippy-inclined chocos abound.
• Amanda suggests we rent a pedalos. We mess around in the boat for half an hour and I get some good pictures of reed boats [Titicaca’s signature vessel] in the process. We spend the remainder of the afternoon sourcing ice cream and visiting Copacabana’s striking cathedral.
• Amanda takes pictures of Copacabana’s ‘Museum of the Poncho’ for the benefit of her sister, Jessica (who hates ponchos).
• As ever, I’m up for a climb, with Cerro Calvario [one of the twin hills which book-end the town] positively calling my name. Amanda suggests we wait until sunset and it proves a stellar call. The walk up the hill is, once again, breathtaking, if only in a medical sense. But the end justifies the means, with the best view I can remember in a long time. I get a fair few sunset shots.
The two of us on Isla del Sol.
Wednesday, 15th of September
• Get down to beach in time to catch our boat to Isla del Sol. We manage to get seats on the upper deck and, naturally, I take a sackload of pictures.
• We arrive at northern port of the island, Challapampa. With time fairly short, we’re keen to set off alone but we’ve been ambushed by a local tour guide who won’t let us buy tickets for the island’s Inca sites until we’ve listened to him describe his (pricey) tour to us.
• We manage to sneak away and, while walking, meet a couple of French-Canadian chaps, one of whom expresses an interest in coming to Trinidad to volunteer at FT. We stop at the island’s main Inca site before walking another 15 minutes to the summit of the hill at the north-west point of the island. There are stunning views all around – well worth the effort.
• Next stop on the boat is Yumani and the island’s Inca Stairwell. We rest here for 30 minutes and are reunited with our Québécoises friends.
• At 3.30pm, we start heading home, stopping off at the final ruin on the island on the way, where I take a photo of a llama and am then promptly charged one Boliviano for the privilege – after our tour guide experience and now this, I find it sad that such a striking wilderness is increasingly bearing the hallmarks of a tourist trap.
• On the boat back to Copacabana, we chat with a young couple from London who have been travelling in South America since January. Midway through a footballing conversation, the guy’s backpack slides off the top of the boat and into the water! Our driver turns back and we manage to salvage it. The contents dry quickly in the high-altitude sun. Mercifully, no important documents were contained therein.
Thursday, 16th of September
• This is the travel log entry that very nearly didn’t happen, as sure enough, my traditional disaster-moment of the holiday reared its ugly head.
• We’d showered and packed and while Amanda was getting ready, I stepped outside into the hotel garden to drink in Lake Titicaca one last time.
• After breakfast in the hotel we headed, with bags, to Copacabana’s main bus stop. We locate a reasonably comfortable micro due to leave at 9am. We pay and board.
• Amanda makes a reference to last night and my thoughts turn to my travel log entry. I suddenly realise the notebook is still in the hotel, with only five minutes until our departure. Amanda suggests we try to get a refund and take a 10am bus. Inevitably, and despite the crowds looking to travel to La Paz that day, the driver isn’t interested [the customer is never right in Bolivia].
• The driver, therefore, gives me five minutes to get to the hotel and back. The hotel’s a mere five minute stroll from the plaza, so it should technically not be a problem. I sprint and get there within two minutes, but the altitude takes its toll. I somehow get back to the bus on time but am severely winded for the best part of an hour!
• When we get back to our La Paz base, everything is in order and our suitcase is ready to be claimed from safe storage. We’re a floor higher this time (such insignificant details take on a whole new meaning at this altitude).
• We walk to bookshop ‘Los Amigos del Libro’, which, according to our guidebook, stocks the biggest range of English-language texts in the city. That ‘range’, it turns out, consists of two dusty old boxes of self-help manuals. I figure the Atkins diet can wait a few years yet.
• We catch a trufi [a regular-sized car, like a taxi, but picking up multiple passengers] to take us (and four others!) to La Paz’s much-heralded ‘Megacenter’ shopping mall. Our hope is to spend some of Amanda’s birthday money before catching a film later. Alas, the prices are stratospheric, the whole experience only serves to remind us that Bolivia has no middle-class.
• Our film, ‘Salt’ is utter nonsense, yet engagingly twisty throughout, complete with a sequel-ready climax.
• We get back to San Francisco and scale the hill back to our hotel. The climb has definitely gotten a lot easier since leaving Copacabana.
Friday, 17th of September
• The plan had been to go to Tiwanaku today [a major Inca site just outside La Paz] but as soon as we got back from Copacabana yesterday, the thought of sitting on a minibus for another couple of hours completely lost its appeal. Therefore, with added urgency after last night’s ‘Megacenter’ disappointment, today was designated ‘shopping day’. Amanda duly obliges.
• We head to Mercado Buenos Aires, which covers 30 square blocks and appears to have no end. Need I say, it goes up a big hill?
• We dump the morning’s spoils in the hotel room and then proceed to ‘Oliver’s Travels’ for lunch, where I become the first customer ever to purchase Irn-Bru!
A view over Valle de la Luna looking towards 'The Devil's Molar'.
Saturday, 18th of September.
• A typical last day of the holiday. That strange mixture of longing for things not to end countered by the sense of impending closure. Nonetheless, we make the most of it.
• After breakfast, we return to the cemetery to catch a micro heading in the direction of Copacabana – on Tuesday, I’d noticed the photographic potential of the view as we ascended La Paz’s canyon, with some stunning views of the city with the snow-drenched peak of Illimani in the background. Unfortunately, the view today is severely obscured due to mist. We take some pictures nevertheless. It’s more than a little unnerving being so high, mind you.
• Finally we land our sole English-language book of the trip, Amanda finding a 1956 [the year my Dad was born – talk about old!] edition of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘The Scapegoat’ in the market for 15 Bolivianos [should explain here that Bolivianos is the currency – we’re not in the business of slave-trading].
• After lunch (over Sunderland v Arsenal in the ‘teatime kickoff’) we make tracks for Valle de la Luna, a journey which takes 50 minutes or so on a big, hulking, snail-like bus (formerly used to transport schoolchildren in Virginia, it appears). But we’re well rewarded when we get there – a truly spectacular sight. We take endless photos, the late-afternoon Light adding to the beauty. From viewpoints over the craters, I can’t help but notice a sliver of green in the distance: La Paz golf club, the world’s highest, so they say.
• We dither over going to see the golf club for ourselves (rumours are it’s ultra-exclusive) but in true last-day-of-holiday spirit, we reckon, “why not?” and find a taxi driver who can at least take us to the gate.
• We manage not only that, but receive a guided tour of the clubhouse from a helpful young woman. I manage to sneak a few shots of the 1st/18th. Looks a great course in a spectacular backdrop. I make a casual inquiry re. membership, expecting to be rebuffed. A lifetime membership will cost you $4000, steep here but a bargain compared to many inferior courses back home. We take a bus back to the city to enjoy our last La Paz meal and pack our bags for our Sunday morning flight home.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
As for prayer this week, give thanks for the refreshing time we had while away and pray for energy and renewed vision as we adjust back to the working day here in Trinidad.
Saturday, 11th of September
• Arrive in La Paz around 2:30pm. Stepping off the plane is like walking into a fridge with the light left on. Wonderful.
• After a short hunt, locate our base for the majority of the week: Hotel Fuentes on Calle Linares, a street in the heart of the touristy (and hilly!) San Francisco district of town. The woman at the hotel tells us a room with a double bed is available for only one evening. I explain that she’d told me otherwise on the phone. Sure enough, we get the room for three nights. I’m reminded that we may be in a very different city, but we’re still in Bolivia.
• We take a micro [La Paz’s main form of transport, mini-vans which struggle up and down the hills] to Wagamama – not that one, but an independent Japanese restaurant in town. It’s our first taste of Eastern cuisine since arriving in Bolivia and well worth the wait – subtle flavours I’d forgotten even existed take an extremely powerful hold.
The street just outside our hotel. Chocos abound.
Sunday, 12th of September
• A patchy night’s sleep, to be expected as part of the adjustment to high altitude.
• At breakfast in the hotel, I take my first cup of coca leaf tea this holiday, and Amanda her first ever. It’s a tad bitter, but a tried and tested guard against altitude sickness, though of course, it has been known to have other uses.
• A marathon of a service at El Jireh church in the city [home to Pastor Juan Antonio Maldonado, old friend of FT and the church’s namesake here in Trinidad]. The Lord’s Supper takes up the first 90 minutes, though with a markedly different feel to what I’m used to. Worship songs are repeated over and over, with a very lively, quasi-Hebrew feel to things. Later, I’m invited to address the church on behalf of the church in Trinidad. As in Trinidad, the children come up to the front to sing before heading to their Sunday school, only here they also fight for the microphone to recite huge chunks of Scripture – as in, full Psalms/chapters. It is truly inspiring stuff. We leave at around 12:45pm, some four hours after arriving.
• After fevered anticipation, we head straight to ‘Burger King’ on the Prado. But it takes only a few bites for the excitement to dissipate as we contemplate the poor quality grub at non-Third World-adjusted prices.
• After a post-lunch siesta, we take a micro down the hill [up is the only other direction in La Paz] to catch the 5pm showing of ‘Inception’ at a recently-opened multiplex. We’d heard snatches of information about it beforehand but nothing could have prepared us for the reality (or is it?!). Mesmerising, the best film we’ve seen in a very long time.
Monday, 13th of September
• This morning we aim to get our sole FT-related business out of the way and we make tracks for the Bible Societies shop round the corner from our hotel. There, we spend the morning picking out tracts for FT and the church, with the bargain prices (around 10p per tract) meaning we only just make it out before lunchtime closing.
• My watch stopped working a few months ago and had been planning on getting a new one here for some time, so we wander down the Prado to a watch shop recommended by the hotel manager. Inevitably, genuine models are thin on the ground (‘Rolexes’ come at missionary-friendly prices), though at least here, the woman has the decency to declare her forgeries (not usually the case back in Trinidad). I pick up a nice Casio (never let me down) which comes with a guarantee. When I ask for the guarantee, I’m told it’s etched into the reverse of the watchface. Sense any further effort may be in vain.
• We get a taxi to a street market (again recommended by our hotel manager, whose Super Mario-like appearance betrays a genuine affability and desire to please). Amanda picks up a set of kitchen scales and a vegetable steamer – like decent watches, these are, again, impossible to find in Trinidad. [trust readers are getting a sense of just how exciting the ‘little things’ have become to us over the last year]
• Pop into a restaurant next door to the hotel. It’s quiet, but serves a good, traditional set menu, which results in my first llama steak of the holiday.
• Super-sized jugos (fruity, South American milkshakes) nearly cause us to keel over, so we take another much-needed stroll down the Prado, browsing the various fake DVD stands and shoe shops. On way back to hotel, we nip into ‘Oliver’s Travels’, La Paz’s token British bar, though I’m the only British customer. Nonetheless, we enjoy the closing games of the US Open final while bantering with staff (both Brits) about all things La Paz.
Tuesday, 14th of September
• Both showered and changed by 7:15am. We check out and catch a micro heading to the cemetery, where buses leave for Copacabana.
• The four-hour bus journey is as spectacular as usual, though desperation to urinate [my bladder shrunk considerably at high altitude] dampens the excitement somewhat. With hindsight, a gigantic lake perhaps not the most comforting scenery.
• We arrive in Copacabana at the back of noon [there was a toilet stop an hour earlier, thankfully]. A bit of a hike to our hotel but we are duly rewarded for our effort. A specatacular lake view is afforded from the gardens. We swing in the hammocks for a while before lunch.
• We toddle up and down the streets [funny how high altitude is never flat] of Copacabana, reminded of just what a far-out place it can be. Hippy-inclined chocos abound.
• Amanda suggests we rent a pedalos. We mess around in the boat for half an hour and I get some good pictures of reed boats [Titicaca’s signature vessel] in the process. We spend the remainder of the afternoon sourcing ice cream and visiting Copacabana’s striking cathedral.
• Amanda takes pictures of Copacabana’s ‘Museum of the Poncho’ for the benefit of her sister, Jessica (who hates ponchos).
• As ever, I’m up for a climb, with Cerro Calvario [one of the twin hills which book-end the town] positively calling my name. Amanda suggests we wait until sunset and it proves a stellar call. The walk up the hill is, once again, breathtaking, if only in a medical sense. But the end justifies the means, with the best view I can remember in a long time. I get a fair few sunset shots.
The two of us on Isla del Sol.
Wednesday, 15th of September
• Get down to beach in time to catch our boat to Isla del Sol. We manage to get seats on the upper deck and, naturally, I take a sackload of pictures.
• We arrive at northern port of the island, Challapampa. With time fairly short, we’re keen to set off alone but we’ve been ambushed by a local tour guide who won’t let us buy tickets for the island’s Inca sites until we’ve listened to him describe his (pricey) tour to us.
• We manage to sneak away and, while walking, meet a couple of French-Canadian chaps, one of whom expresses an interest in coming to Trinidad to volunteer at FT. We stop at the island’s main Inca site before walking another 15 minutes to the summit of the hill at the north-west point of the island. There are stunning views all around – well worth the effort.
• Next stop on the boat is Yumani and the island’s Inca Stairwell. We rest here for 30 minutes and are reunited with our Québécoises friends.
• At 3.30pm, we start heading home, stopping off at the final ruin on the island on the way, where I take a photo of a llama and am then promptly charged one Boliviano for the privilege – after our tour guide experience and now this, I find it sad that such a striking wilderness is increasingly bearing the hallmarks of a tourist trap.
• On the boat back to Copacabana, we chat with a young couple from London who have been travelling in South America since January. Midway through a footballing conversation, the guy’s backpack slides off the top of the boat and into the water! Our driver turns back and we manage to salvage it. The contents dry quickly in the high-altitude sun. Mercifully, no important documents were contained therein.
Thursday, 16th of September
• This is the travel log entry that very nearly didn’t happen, as sure enough, my traditional disaster-moment of the holiday reared its ugly head.
• We’d showered and packed and while Amanda was getting ready, I stepped outside into the hotel garden to drink in Lake Titicaca one last time.
• After breakfast in the hotel we headed, with bags, to Copacabana’s main bus stop. We locate a reasonably comfortable micro due to leave at 9am. We pay and board.
• Amanda makes a reference to last night and my thoughts turn to my travel log entry. I suddenly realise the notebook is still in the hotel, with only five minutes until our departure. Amanda suggests we try to get a refund and take a 10am bus. Inevitably, and despite the crowds looking to travel to La Paz that day, the driver isn’t interested [the customer is never right in Bolivia].
• The driver, therefore, gives me five minutes to get to the hotel and back. The hotel’s a mere five minute stroll from the plaza, so it should technically not be a problem. I sprint and get there within two minutes, but the altitude takes its toll. I somehow get back to the bus on time but am severely winded for the best part of an hour!
• When we get back to our La Paz base, everything is in order and our suitcase is ready to be claimed from safe storage. We’re a floor higher this time (such insignificant details take on a whole new meaning at this altitude).
• We walk to bookshop ‘Los Amigos del Libro’, which, according to our guidebook, stocks the biggest range of English-language texts in the city. That ‘range’, it turns out, consists of two dusty old boxes of self-help manuals. I figure the Atkins diet can wait a few years yet.
• We catch a trufi [a regular-sized car, like a taxi, but picking up multiple passengers] to take us (and four others!) to La Paz’s much-heralded ‘Megacenter’ shopping mall. Our hope is to spend some of Amanda’s birthday money before catching a film later. Alas, the prices are stratospheric, the whole experience only serves to remind us that Bolivia has no middle-class.
• Our film, ‘Salt’ is utter nonsense, yet engagingly twisty throughout, complete with a sequel-ready climax.
• We get back to San Francisco and scale the hill back to our hotel. The climb has definitely gotten a lot easier since leaving Copacabana.
Friday, 17th of September
• The plan had been to go to Tiwanaku today [a major Inca site just outside La Paz] but as soon as we got back from Copacabana yesterday, the thought of sitting on a minibus for another couple of hours completely lost its appeal. Therefore, with added urgency after last night’s ‘Megacenter’ disappointment, today was designated ‘shopping day’. Amanda duly obliges.
• We head to Mercado Buenos Aires, which covers 30 square blocks and appears to have no end. Need I say, it goes up a big hill?
• We dump the morning’s spoils in the hotel room and then proceed to ‘Oliver’s Travels’ for lunch, where I become the first customer ever to purchase Irn-Bru!
A view over Valle de la Luna looking towards 'The Devil's Molar'.
Saturday, 18th of September.
• A typical last day of the holiday. That strange mixture of longing for things not to end countered by the sense of impending closure. Nonetheless, we make the most of it.
• After breakfast, we return to the cemetery to catch a micro heading in the direction of Copacabana – on Tuesday, I’d noticed the photographic potential of the view as we ascended La Paz’s canyon, with some stunning views of the city with the snow-drenched peak of Illimani in the background. Unfortunately, the view today is severely obscured due to mist. We take some pictures nevertheless. It’s more than a little unnerving being so high, mind you.
• Finally we land our sole English-language book of the trip, Amanda finding a 1956 [the year my Dad was born – talk about old!] edition of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘The Scapegoat’ in the market for 15 Bolivianos [should explain here that Bolivianos is the currency – we’re not in the business of slave-trading].
• After lunch (over Sunderland v Arsenal in the ‘teatime kickoff’) we make tracks for Valle de la Luna, a journey which takes 50 minutes or so on a big, hulking, snail-like bus (formerly used to transport schoolchildren in Virginia, it appears). But we’re well rewarded when we get there – a truly spectacular sight. We take endless photos, the late-afternoon Light adding to the beauty. From viewpoints over the craters, I can’t help but notice a sliver of green in the distance: La Paz golf club, the world’s highest, so they say.
• We dither over going to see the golf club for ourselves (rumours are it’s ultra-exclusive) but in true last-day-of-holiday spirit, we reckon, “why not?” and find a taxi driver who can at least take us to the gate.
• We manage not only that, but receive a guided tour of the clubhouse from a helpful young woman. I manage to sneak a few shots of the 1st/18th. Looks a great course in a spectacular backdrop. I make a casual inquiry re. membership, expecting to be rebuffed. A lifetime membership will cost you $4000, steep here but a bargain compared to many inferior courses back home. We take a bus back to the city to enjoy our last La Paz meal and pack our bags for our Sunday morning flight home.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda
Thursday, September 23, 2010
More pics
This is the last batch of pictures I'll be posting here. If you have Facebook, I'm in the process of arranging a more complete album there. Thanks.
Fellow travellers on the road back to La Paz from the Lake.
A view of the city from our hotel.
San Francisco market, just round the corner from our hotel, known as 'gringo alley' for its abundance of Bolivian arts & crafts and the tourists that flock to buy them. Guilty as charged, before you ask.
Fellow travellers on the road back to La Paz from the Lake.
A view of the city from our hotel.
San Francisco market, just round the corner from our hotel, known as 'gringo alley' for its abundance of Bolivian arts & crafts and the tourists that flock to buy them. Guilty as charged, before you ask.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Photo finish (3)
Started uploading these just as pre-boarding was announced. Home now in Trinidad, as I post. More to come later this week, though sadly the internet speeds here (nor our blogging account size) will allow us to do photographic justice to a great trip.
On the two-hour boat ride to Lake Titicaca's Isla del Sol.
An Inca settlement overlooks the lake (that's Peru in the background).
The view over the lake from the northernmost peak on the island. Can you spot the mountains in the distance?
On the two-hour boat ride to Lake Titicaca's Isla del Sol.
An Inca settlement overlooks the lake (that's Peru in the background).
The view over the lake from the northernmost peak on the island. Can you spot the mountains in the distance?
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