Yo Creek Football

Introducing the Yo Creek Football Team

Dennis, Leander, Eucario

Adir, Luis, Michael

Jonathon, Kevin, Pedro

Jose, Eduardo, Gabrielle
Jorge, Alejandro

Due to some crazy rules that say all boys in the annual football championship must be under 13 years old, our team was a bit smaller than we had originally expected. I'd say our best 6 players weren't allowed to play. Some as young as 7, Jorge, made the team. Despite their size, some of our best players are some of the youngest (Alejandro, 9).
I'm supposed to be their assistant coach but as time goes on, it's pretty easy to see that I'm running the show. They practice everyday after school regardless of who shows up to watch. They have great individual skills but have no concept of what playing as a team is.
Our first game was last Friday against San Felipe Village. They were supposed to be 2nd best behind August Pine Ridge and the boys were scared. It was a hard fought game in the first half with the half ending at 2-1. 1 of the SF goals came on a penalty kick so we were right in the game.

Different shots throughout the game. Notice how in a few of them you can count 5 Yo Creek boys in blue but only 2 San Felipe guys. We bunch together like cattle. Hence, the lopsided score. We have work to do.
The second half is when the wheels fell off. We got lazy and ended up losing 6-1. This was my first time really watching them play. I was worried at first because of how little I had ever played soccer before, but I quickly learned that while they are much better than me at the game, I know much more about it than they do. Things like offsides and passing are just as foreign to them as IPAs and apple pies.



Despite getting killed and needing to do a lot of work with the boys, it was great because many people from the village came to the game. We chartered a bus and packed it full. While I still don't know 90% of those on the bus, they know me. I'm the white guy! And I was the only one really pacing up and down the field like I was bothered by losing 6-1. Most people couldn't care less. It was hot and shade was more important than what the score was.
In the past week, the boys still play football with no hope of getting better. I told them I'm willing to coach them into what little I know is a soccer team, but they said they already know. It may take a few more losses for them to figure it out the hard way that asking for help isn't always a bad thing. I know I've learned this lesson far too often, and I hope they do as well.

Tata Dwendeh

This video was made by one of the volunteers in the South. We have a similar bush creature that comes in the night as well and I'm assuming its the same one. Up north, it is referred to as "El Duende."

If you listen closely, you can here some Maya Mopan language from the boys in Rion's village.

Government Lab Rats

When joining the Peace Corps, they make you sign all kinds of papers saying they will give you full medical insurance. It is the best insurance I have ever and probably will ever have in my entire life. Mostly because I don't have to pay for any of it. It's nice being taken care of so well and there is no one better to thank than you. Yes, that's right. You. Mr. and Mrs. John and Jane Q taxpayer in the United States of America.

While that's great and all, it does have its draw backs. It's probably the only section of the government that will believe in preventative care. Why you may ask? Because they are footing the bill. It's quite simple. The government pays for it if I get sick. So, it is in their best interest to keep me healthy.

The problem begins when they start poking us with everything under the sun that anyone in the country you are serving in has ever become sick with. To this day, I am vaccinated against:

  • The Flu
  • H1N1
  • Yellow fever
  • Typhoid fever
  • Hepatitis A
  • Hepatitis B
  • Hepatitis C
  • Meningitis
  • MMR
  • Polio
  • Rabies
  • Tetanus
  • Malaria.

Those are just the ones that I can think of off the top of my head. Most of these every person (or every US citizen) is required to have to enter formal education so its no big deal. I don't mind for the most part, but we also don't get a choice either. Until coming to Belize, I had never had a Flu shot in my life and didn't want one.

Yesterday, I got the H1N1 shot that is required by Washington D.C.. We are not allowed to say no, and despite my objection, I now have a hole in my left arm. Now, I may be a bit out of date, but last I heard the H1N1 vaccine was in experimental stages and hard to get. Most people that want the drug cant get access to it, and the numbers of those who can get it are very few. So why then does the federal government mandate that all Peace Corps Volunteers in the world have this shot?

What kind of sense does it make to give experimental drugs to people who don't want it when the people that do want it cant get it? I guess this is just another reason why the health care reform bill did so poorly. It would be horrible if everyone were given the medical health care that I receive, without my permission, in order to keep them from getting sick no matter how strong their immune system is. Just another example of all the lovely privilege I am lucky enough to complain about.

My Daily Routine

This is the story of my life...

Brr... It's Cold!

As I'm sure many of you stateside have seen, its been a bit cold on the southern part of the country lately. Oranges and Tomatoes in Florida are freezing and it has even snowed in Texas. While this sounds crazy, it has even become cold in Belize.

While most of the time I sit around complaining about how hot it is here, it has been uncharacteristically cold the past week. I even had to break out a blanket that Peace Corps gave me (they weren't supposed to, but I happened to be one of the lucky ones). I haven't had to close my windows yet because I love waking up in a cocoon of warmth every morning. Showering has ceased. I like cold showers now, but the idea of a polar bear plunge every day is not something I look forward to.

School is back in now and the students have thrown their uniforms out the window. There is no need to look the same when the clothes you usually wear to school don't keep you warm. Instead of keeping the air conditioning on at school, I opt to keep the door open and I think its colder than it would be if I had the AC on.

Some people say that its dropped as low as 50 here and as low as 45 in other parts of the country. This may sound like nothing, but you must remember that people here aren't used to these kinds of temperatures. One of the elders in Yo Creek (who's family says he is 82, but he swears he is 55... sounds like grandpa) says this is the coldest its been since the winter of '74. When its put that way, it sounds like someone is talking about the flood of '37 in Cincinnati. Everyone remembers how much of an impact it had on their lives.

I know in a month I will be complaining again how hot it is and this weather hasn't really effected me that much. I still wear shorts around, but usually opt for one of my long sleeve shirts. The same shirts that a month ago I put into a pile of "why did I bring this if I'm never going to wear it." Well, I'm wearing it now. Good job me. The problem is much bigger than me and how I enjoy waking up in a cocoon of warmth.

The problem begins when people's lives start getting ruined. Crops may be ruined. Cane may not yield as high of a price. Farmers may not be able to pay the bills. Most people don't have blankets or sweaters to keep themselves warm. My host sister told me on Saturday night they had the entire family in bed with them to keep warm. They all had on long pants, sweaters, socks, and socks on their hands (they don't have gloves/mittens) under blankets and they were still cold.

In the north of Mexico, it is snowing. People are dying of the cold. We thought this would be an isolated incident until 2 people died in Sarteneja over the weekend. Its only about 30 miles from me. It is on the coast and there were high winds with these low temperatures and some families couldn't keep warm enough to survive.

The only good that will come of this for Belizeans is that some of the oranges in Florida will be ruined and therefore the price of oranges here will rise, but that is one small benefit that doesn't come close to outweighing all the hardships that are caused by this cold.

No houses are made with heat, most people's windows consist of wood shutters that let air pass through them freely. The culture is simply not prepared to deal with the elements they face maybe once every 40 years.

I know it gets so much colder in other parts of the world. It drops below freezing and people survive all the time. But here, people aren't that lucky. Things like shelters rarely exist, and items like blankets or coats are not thick enough to keep an entire family warm.

In a few weeks it will all be over, it will be horrible and hot again. I will have something to complain about instead of smiling when people ask me if I'm crazy for wearing so little clothes on such a "cold" night. In a few weeks it will all change when I complain of the heat, and they laugh at me for sweating so much. The only difference is, I wont die from the heat. People here might not be that lucky when the coin is flipped onto the other side.

Random Pictures

My first "Belizean" meal. It only took me 9 hours to cook the beans but everyone said it was delicious.
I did it, Im sorry. I had McDonalds. And Im even more sorry to say, it was delicious and just as unsatisfying as I would have expected

In my next life, I want to be either a spider monkey, a flying squirrel, or an ant. The former two are easy to see why, but an ant may strike you as odd. They are amazing creatures and I have a lot of time to sit and watch them. I was sweeping this day when I saw a huge line of ants and decided to investigate what they were doing. They were carrying out a dead catepillar and a beetle. Who needs to sweep when these little guys will do all the work for you? They are an inpiration to all those hard workers around the world. Do Better!


Need I say more? This is what is wrong with organized religion.

Yes it is, yes it is
Check this house out! This is not just on the horizon, its literally in the middle of the ocean all by itself. What a life. Im assuming they have a boat. I have no idea how else they'd get there.

Peace Corps salary wasnt cutting it, so I opened my own shop. Or someone did for me. When I asked for the Kevin discount, they didnt think I was funny or serious.

There are some amazing things about Mexico. This is one of them.
What else could a girl ever ask for? An entire aisle of Mexican beer, tequila and tampons. This is why she is the meatball to my spaghetti.

There are no words for this. I cant explain it, I dont want to. Greg (the former vegan) doesnt get it either.
This is a 70 year old woman walking in Belize City. The shirt reads, "It's not a beer belly, it's a fuel tank for a sex machine." Fight on lady, fight on.
"That's my boat" - Forrest Gump
Thirsty? I got just the thing! WAATA! Much better than Water. Close to what they drink in Jersey: wooder.

Class Parties

The last day of school consisted of many of the things I would have expected before a 3 week break: a class party. This really came in handy when I technically don’t have a class, but I have all of them. Because of this, I was invited into every classroom and gorged until I felt like he fat kid that I know I can be.
Infant I & II class parties
The day was filled with little games and songs. Standard 3 decided to dance most of the day away. Although they are only 9 years old or so, it was the typical junior high dance situation. All the girls on one side, all the boy on the other. Refusing to cross “the line.” When Teacher Damian asked the boys to find a girl to dance with, they all vehemently refused. It was as if the girls were the plague. Then the table turned and the girls were supposed to find a boy. All the girls knew who they wanted to dance with and went after their man. The boys just refused to dance despite the girls teaming up to drag several of them onto what had become the dance floor.
The main difference I saw here was how the boys and the girls acted. Usually in the US, the girls are completely ok dancing alone and the boys waste all their time trying to get the girls to dance with them. I think this is usually due to the fact that 90% of American men cant dance. I don’t care if you think you can, you probably cant. Well in Belize, the boys can dance. It’s almost as if they would rather dance with by themselves or with the other boys than dance with the girls. The girls didn’t seem to care, as long as they were dancing.


Notice the separation between boys and girls


This was followed by the practice of hymns and Christmas carols that the kids were forced to sing the next day in front of the priest. It was obvious none of the kids were really into this activity but it was right before the food, and they did what they had to do. I cant say I blame them.

Singing was the last thing they wanted to do
The day ended with most classes doing things like limbo competitions, listening to music, or going home early. Damian had a different idea for his class. He sent them all home, to no avail, to change into something they could get dirty. We filled about 200 water balloons and realized this might last 3 minutes but it would be fun to watch anyway. As you can guess, only like 2 of the kids went home and changed, but they were at least told to do so.
The water balloon fight lasted maybe 90 seconds before all the balloons were gone. This is where the fun actually began. Since the fight happened in the same location, a mud pit was created. This started a mud fight. Yet another time when I knew for sure that I was in Belize. Never back home would teachers stand by watching kids wrestle in the mud and throw mud balls at each other as hard as they could and laugh. It was awesome. Kids were sliding, tackling one another and going back to the pipe to get more water in a bucket to throw it on their friends.
“Clean up” was just as much fun as all the kids stood in a line to clean themselves off. I snapped some before and after pictures but they simply don’t express how filthy these boys were. Had they been from the US, the clothes would have been thrown out, but Belizean women have mastered the art of laundry without companies like Maytag and Whirlpool.
He had fun



Zion before and after

Damian throwing water on the kids to clean the mud off