Tuesday, March 10, 2009

You're what?... Tin roof, (un)rusted!


So I've been working on building my house for the last few weeks, and it's not quite done, but almost there. I'm hoping to be able to move into the house in about 2 weeks. The house should end up being about 17x14 with a 10 foot ceiling. It may be small by American standards, but here in Panamá that's pretty big. Many families with 3 or 4 kids live in similar size houses. The total bill should run about $400 which is alot on my salary, but once it's built I won't have any rent. I'm definitely looking forward to living on my own. I've missed the privacy and independence of cooking my own meals. Below are some pictures I've taken during construction.

You may wonder how to build a house in the jungle. I believe my fellow volunteer Alan has described the process best.

So I know the burning question in a lot of people's minds is;
How do you build a sweet house in the jungle?
For this I've made a simple easy to use guide for everyone who would like to build their own.

Step 1) Find a community of highly skilled indigenous people, and tell them you'll take pictures of them building a sweet house.

Step 2) Sit back and watch.


Yup, that's basically it. I just saw where they tell me to saw, and hammer where they tell me to hammer.
Putting in the posts to elevate the floor.

Laying out the floor plan.

Jesus, my host father, contemplating what to do next.
Not bad for a day's work.


Putting up the frame for the walls.

The iguana. People couldn't stop laughing the first time I called it a "sawhorse." Apparently, that word doesn't translate well directly.


Riding the iguana.


OSHA?!? Who are they? Panamanian do everything with their machetes, including planing wood. So far no fingers have been lost in the construction of my house.

The two pictures are NOT related, but it wouldn't be a work day without the chicha fuerte.


Frames up, and as usual the sky provides a dramatic backdrop.

Prepping for the roof. Total cost for the roof $280.88.

My new neighbor Gregorio and his son.


Ready for the floor.


Floors almost done.




Each board has to be planed to fit before it can be put down.

And that's the status so far. Roofs on, floors 3/4 done, and we're waiting on the wood for the walls and more nails (which I bought today.)

Hopefully, my next post will be the house fully finished.

Culecos, Tipico, Polleras, and Samba


After a breakfast of sancocho (Panamanian chicken soup,) we'd head out to the culecos. The culecos were nothing more than a large tanker truck filled with water of questionable origin that was sprayed continuously over the crowd while the crowd danced to music from a nearby stage. Most of these culecos were sponsored by local and national politicians. The culeco that you attended revealed your political leanings.

Our group. My wise and mature regional leader is on the far left.


A Panamanian dancer in a tradition pollera.


The Cucuá dancers from San Miguel Centro (near my site.) I may get a chance to see them perform again this weekend.




One of the queens of the samba parade.






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Betcha didn't know that Penonomé is the Geographic Center of Panamá. Well it is. This stone says so. We will ignore the fact that they are currently in the process of moving the geographic center of Panamá 3 miles down the road. In our hearts this will always be the geographic center of Panamá.

Friday, January 16, 2009

More Pics


Oriel eating frech-picked oranges.



One of the neighbors who's name escapes me.



My water source. This is the well (pozo) that I'm getting my water from.



In front of one of the waterfalls.


Pilar and Nita.


The next two are because wet dogs are cute.



Another of Oriel in the tree.