** It’s a long post, get ready. This was supposed to go out a month ago. But I went on vacation and was too busy but still think it’s worth sending out. **
It all started on Sunday, when I called the driver of the van to see what time he was heading out to Colcamar, the town where I have been working. He said that at 4:00 p.m. he would leave. So I gathered my tubes, accessories, and clothes required to head out and visit the town and install this chlorine application equipment. Imagine a tall gringo walking through the plaza with a 20 foot tube. I always get looks as I walk down the street, this particular day I was really turning heads! I arrive to the bus station, the driver and van are not there. I start asking around and people say there won’t be a van to Colcamar tonight.
I call the mayor and ask him if he knows another way to get out to the town. He says that there is a van that will leave tonight at 6:00. So at 5:30 I grab my stuff and head to the bus station. Again I really receive a lot of looks as I make my second pass through the center of town. One can only imagine what they were thinking. Two blocks from the bus station I get a call, it is the mayor and he says that there are not enough people so they are not going to leave tonight. For the second time I head back to my house with my 20 foot tube. Not discouraged but I definitely got Perúed!
Getting Perúed is kinda like when a bird shits on your brand new black pea coat. It sucks… but there’s nothing you can do about it!
Not because I am upset that I can’t go there but because this is yet another day that the people in Colcamar won’t have chlorinated water. Another delay, another manaña another más tarde. Along the way back to my house, I run into a few friends a French woman and a German woman who are teaching English in Chachapoyas. We sit in the plaza for an hour talking. I laugh and explain how I have tried to make it out to my work site twice now and failed both times. Moreover, I still haven’t made it yet. With foreigners you can talk frankly about how many times you try so hard to make something happen in Perú and it’s almost as if everything is against you. And they understand it! We talk about how the only way to survive and thrive down here is simply take a step back acknowledge that whatever it is that you are trying to do probably won’t happen today, nor tomorrow but maybe if you’re lucky next week. Attitude has never before had such a significant influence in my success and well being.
We talk about how the Peruvians really do have a good outlook on life and take everything day by day. The positive aspect to their culture is that they are incredibly hospitable and in general happy people. But fuck the system is so incompetent when it comes to actually getting something done. We also discussed, how we from the U.S. and Europe should take a step back and slow down a little. Sure, in Perú things kind of function, it’ll happen… eventually. However, the people are not so stressed out. There are two sides to everything.
Monday morning I wake up. Do my normal routine and then head to the bus station. The van always leaves at 10:00. So I show up at 9:30 and the driver says to me that they won’t leave till 11:00. I show up again at 10:50 and wait until 12:00 and we finally leave. It takes 1.5 hours to get there and I arrive around 1:30pm. Literally 24 hours after I first tried to get out to Colcamar I arrive.
I am extremely fortunate in finding the water operator Don Humberto. We head up to the water system and immediately start working. We remove the old water system that we installed because it was not functioning properly. The old one was good, but not good enough for the girls I go out with. So we purchased and installed a new one. I through-ally enjoy working with these guys because they are so laid back and happy. And we don’t have a lot of resources or tools, we are forced to think of alternatives. This is the part of Peace Corps that I enjoy most.
It feels good to build something, above is the final product.
As I walk down from the water treatment plant with the water operators I feel good. The sun is setting and we accomplished something concrete!

While in Colcamar I stay with a few nuns. They are really generous people. Two are from Argentina, and the other is from the Philippians.
These rural towns don’t really have a lot going on, there is no internet, no movies, just houses and well people. Really humble and generous people.
I am not a very religious person, my philosophy is to more or less take in and appreciate the lessons and stories that come with the religions. I think that there is an incredible amount of truth and wisdom when interpreted in the right way that has been passed down through many years.
I digress, we (myself and the nuns) head to the church where we meet the rest of the people. We have a short prayer and then with candles and singing prayers head to one of the community members’ houses.
We are all seated in a circle shoulder to shoulder in a very small room with a dirt floor. Everyone has a candle and is silent. One of the nuns begins explaining about the scripture or something like that I really don’t know the technical term. But she explains how many times in life there are two doors, one is wide and the other is very skinny. It’s a metaphor for life and the choices we make. Many times we choose to take the wide door because it’s easy. Other times we take the skinny door knowing that perhaps the effort it takes to pass through it will be worth it in the end.
So there I sit with a bunch of really old Peruvian men and women. I am easily the youngest one there by 20 years. As I look around I see some people who have had really hard lives, you can see it on their faces. How they are wrinkled and droopy. How the years of working the land has taken a toll on their bodies. When I look at their feet I see how they have walked thousands of miles through mud, how they are cracked by the cold and dampness. And how their backs are hunched from carrying loads of wood and potatoes from their fields.
Exhausted we return to the house of the nuns. We drink Nescafé and eat bread. And then off to bed, too tired to think or reflect on the strangeness of the day.
Tuesday morning, I wake up feeling really refreshed and head off to meet the water operator. We start testing the water equipment that we installed the previous day. The kindergarten teachers for some reason decide to bring their kids for a demonstration on the water system. So the water operator and I explain how the water system works to the little kids. The water operator was extremely proud to explain to the children how important treating the water was. I could see it really hit home for him as he explain it to the children. He saw that his work was important and how much value it brought to his community.
During the afternoon, we finally get the equipment working properly.

I stay Wednesday and Thursday to ensure that the equipment is functioning properly and then return to Chachapoyas.
This week (end of August) I was working with the municipality to purchase more chlorine for the system. Part of what I am trying to do here is get them to know how to do everything because before long I will be back in the states. I gave them a list of what they needed to purchase. They did a really great job with the coordination of payment and shipment. Everything comes from Lima 24 hours away. We expected the chlorine to arrive this week. I ran into the municipality’s accountant in a restaurant last night. He told me that the chlorine wasn’t going to make it to Chachapoyas because the Peruvian government prohibited the shipping of the product. Turns out chlorine is used to manufacture cocaine. And I live in one of the biggest cocaine production regions in the entire country. Peru is one of the largest producers of cocaine in the world! As a result the government doesn’t allow the shipment of large quantities of chlorine to this region. Not sure yet how we’re going to get the chlorine to Amazonas…
Truth is that the chlorine shipment is kind of like the van out to my site that I explained earlier. This is a common occurrence here in Perú. If anything it has taught me to be persistent and constantly search for new options.




















