Adventures of a First Year Teacher in a Third World Country
By Don Hayes
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Don Hayes
For the past dozen years I have enjoyed writing and have written several short stories and a math book. I lived in Bolivia for a year, teaching high school science. This book is about my experiences. I have lived on four continents and have always enjoyed travel. I was driven to write this book was because of my father. He was with the Flying Tigers in China during the Second World War and had dozens of fascinating anecdotes about his experiences there. He died before he was able to give me more than a few stories. Although my experiences are not as significant as his, I didn’t want to have this information lost. I live in northwest Arkansas with my wife of 28 years. I am a retired physics and calculus teacher and relax by reading, travel, and playing computer games.
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Adventures of a First Year Teacher in a Third World Country - Don Hayes
Adventures of a First Year
Teacher in a Third World
Country
DON HAYES
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Bloomington
Adventures of a First Year Teacher in a Third World Country
Copyright © 2010 by Don Hayes
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iUniverse rev. date: 11/19/2010
Contents
Preface
WELCOME TO BOLIVIA
SANTA CRUZ
GOLPE!
WE REALLY NEED TO
DESTROY THIS SODIUM
BEYOND THE FOURTH RING
THE TIENDA
TEACHING AT SCCS
DINING IN SANTA CRUZ
BUSHMASTERS, WHEEL BUGS,
AND OTHER TERRORS
THE SQUARE
CHICHA AND SAPO
BACKPACKING THROUGH
SOUTH AMERICA
THE GREAT REFRIGERATOR CAPER
SAMAIPATA
WALKING HOME FROM
DOWNTOWN AT NIGHT
SHOOT ME IF YOU CAN
THE PERFECT DAY
THE 220-VOLT SHOWER
DANCING WITH THE BROOM
GOING HOME
Preface
glyph.jpgIt has been almost thirty years since I lived in Bolivia. Santa Cruz has quadrupled in size since then, and the house where I lived (if it still exists), instead of being on the edge of the Amazon jungle, is actually closer to the center of town than the jungle! The city did not continue to expand in concentric rings, the fourth ring being the outermost. Bolivia is now a democracy and I’m sure it’s standard of living is much higher, but it’s real wealth is its people, and I’m sure they are still as friendly as ever.
I would like to thank Kate Lacy for all of her help in making me a better writer. I would also like to thank my wife Linda for proofreading my work and encouraging me.
Fayetteville, Arkansas D.H.
July 2010
To my friends and family,
I hope you find this entertaining.
WELCOME TO BOLIVIA
glyph.jpgAs the airplane banked, I could see the city of La Paz in the bowl-shaped valley below. Although the sun would soon be up, lights could still be seen twinkling in the city. I was filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as we descended onto the runway of El Alto
, the highest commercial airport in the world.
Walking down the steps and onto the airport tarmac, I began to feel lightheaded, and it was not from the excitement or lack of sleep. At over 3900 meters, El Alto
is more than twice as high as Denver and has about one half the available oxygen as New York or San Francisco. While I was standing in the brisk morning air, I saw an amazing sight in the distance. It was a massive, snow-covered mountain, a sentinel rising thousands of meters above the surrounding plains. Its name: Illimani. I’ve seen the Rockies and the Alps, but I have never seen anything to compare with the grandeur of the Andes.
We walked over to a table that had been set up on the asphalt near the terminal building, and the armed guards began to check our passports. Those of us who were going on to Santa Cruz would stay out here and board another airplane. They asked for my baggage claim tickets so they could make sure my bags would be safely transferred to the Santa Cruz plane. Little did I know that I was never to see those ticket stubs again. We stood in the chilly morning air waiting for our plane. Except for the airport buildings and the aircraft parked on the flight line, there wasn’t much to see. After about thirty minutes, we boarded our plane and had an uneventful flight to the tropical lowlands of Santa Cruz.
Santa Cruz is as different from La Paz as Miami is from Minneapolis. The cool, crisp air of the Altiplano was replaced by the hot, humid air of the tropics. The lush vegetation that surrounded the airport was punctuated with tall palm trees. As we walked from the airplane to the terminal building, I could feel the oppressive heat, even though it was only nine in the morning.
Once inside, I looked for the people who were supposed to meet me, but there was no one holding a sign with my name on it. In fact, there wasn’t even anyone there that looked like a North American. I was able to get checked through customs, but since I didn’t have my baggage claim tickets, they wouldn’t let me have my bags.
I sat on a bench in the airport terminal staring through the terminal entrance with a mixture of anger and disappointment. I couldn’t believe that they did this to me. They gave me a job, asked me to fly down to Bolivia, said that they’d meet me at the airport, and then didn’t show up. Now I’m in a foreign country, can hardly speak the language, don’t know anybody, and to top it all off, can’t even get my baggage.
Outside, I could see the long, naked trunks of the palm trees. They cast little shadow from the high tropical sun. The tree tops formed pools of shade around the base of each tree. The avenue leading from the airport was lined with flowering shrubs, and the grass was closely clipped. It was a picture postcard.
A movement pulled my gaze into the terminal. A stocky Indian in dingy clothes was loaded down with suitcases and packages. Behind him, at a proper distance, were the owners of those packages. They were a well-dressed couple from their neat hair to their polished shoes. There was a little girl to my right, her tiny fist clenching her mother’s dress, staring at me. She had large, dark eyes and a runny nose. Across the room, stood a soldier in a dark green uniform. The red loops on the shoulder straps were held in place with brass buttons, and a gold and red braid looped down from his right shoulder. His garrison cap had a highly polished black visor pulled down low over his eyes. A sub-machine gun hung from a leather strap on his back. There was no doubt who was in control of this building.
There was no air conditioning, so the doors to the outside were open. The air was thick with smells – grease from the café upstairs, sweat from the people around me, the kerosene smell of the jet fuel that wafted in from the flight line. My North American nose, used to air that has been filtered, dehumidified, sanitized, and