doo, doo, doo looking out my back door...

 September 10, 2010

I suppose it is time I introduce you to more of my “friends.” These guys don’t have names; I just don’t like them enough. In fact I very close to hate them. Each time I hear them I just think more and more about how much they are not my friends.  These ones are used for cockfighting. It is a big deal here, which makes sense since they fight spiders as kids. Grow up and use a bigger, meaner, louder, not as bright (mentally) animal.

(No joke, taken from my window)

(Three more of the dozen in my backyard.)

This is the one underneath my window. He is the ringleader. He’ll wake up early and do his half effort crow in the early hours of the morning (the roosters cock-a-doodle with no doo, in fact they are lucky if they make it through the doodle before petering out {perhaps it is too hot for them to give 100%}). If a rooster replies he’s good for an hour so. If not then it is every 10 seconds. Sometimes the replies come from one of the other ten in the back yard.

Sometimes the replies come from roosters far away, and the whole town is crowing until it finally makes it back to our yard. Then an hour or so later the same thing happens again. And again and again and again. Then once the sun is up and shining it still happens but the internal clock has been shut off. So it is randomly annoying throughout my life. And they sound so desperate, and stupid, and unoriginal.

Oh also while studying a chicken flew in the front door (unlike the roosters they are not tethered), bounced off my foot, and hid under the TV. The nephew saw this whole thing, calmly put his bag down and shewed her out the door like this was normal.

I may come back certifiable.

time warp

my body is way confused time wise, hence the blogging at 5 in the morning.
also since i have not blogged since i got here let us start at the beginning.
last week at this time i was still a peace corps nominee, and getting very sick to my stomach about it. i was a nervous wreck. it came to climax on wednesday morning when we had to wake up early and drive to evanston. there we waited, then drove to salt lake, ate, waited, and went to the airport. that was the climax of the oh-my-wordness. then actually once on the plane the dread subsided above nebraska somewhere. going to admit, that it did flow a bit during the landing.
then the actual philadelphia was very good, and it was very good to know everyone else felt the same as me to a degree. we even took a group to the bell, liberty bell. as well as just exploring down town philadelphia for a couple hours.
then my life changed forever. we woke up at 4:30 to check out (which to my body was 2:30), got on one of three buses, drove to new york city, through the actual city on a huge bus, and then on to jfk. we got through security rather painlessly and arrived in the terminal just in time for all the places to stop serving breakfast (and yet it was still 7:30 my time). then we waited all day to board the plane. it took forever to leave then the chaos began.
we travelled west, so the sun never set and the plane just kept going. i've lost a day or gained a day or something all i know is i am confused. and they just kept feeding us and feeding us. also the movies were suppose to be good, but they were messed up and sucked. hahah then we got to tokyo at who knows what time where. there we sampled wasabi, green tea, and soy sauce kit-kats (and by we i mean people who like american kit-kats, so not me). then we got back on a plane and came to manila. there we were shuttled around, and got visas stamped and got on buses to come to this lovely island resort.
it really is lovely, but sadly very boring. up to now we've been eating at the same outdoor place, and then sitting in the same ballroom from 8:30-5:00.
that part is very overwhelming. we are getting briefed on info but there are tons of us and i think some don't realize it is just a briefing and are getting freaked out. which starts the very specific questions which is fine but we are still very generalized. i won't find out where i am going until i am basically going.
the jet lag is intense. it sets in about 6 and from there it is a power struggle between me and the sleep. they told us to stay up until 9:00 and that has been the hardest rule so far. we've been in bed waiting for the clock to turn each night. on the flip side the whole troupe is up between 3 and 5. self included (i may come back a morning person!) but at that time the internet is also the best.
the adventure has started, but just waiting to get of the compound!