So, as you might have gathered from previous posts, Colin’s trip did not quite turn out as we had expected. You’ve heard his version, now here’s mine:
11:30 am – Land in Managua after taking the red-eye from Seattle. Head to the PC office.
2:00 pm – Go to bus station to go back to my site. I get robbed. Get off the bus.
3:00 pm – Back to the PC office to fill out paperwork and spend the night.
8:00 pm – Colin eats no less than 8 tacos, chips, guacamole, and two drinks for dinner.
7:00 am – Try to get Colin out of bed. It’s surfing day!
8:00 am – Give up on the buses and hire a taxi to take us out to the beach.
10:00 am – Arrive at the beach. Meet my fellow PCV friend Sam. Drink fresh juice in our beachfront cabana.
11:00 am – Colin tries his hand at surfing, thanks to Sam. I awkwardly try to float around on my borrowed board and watch the activities.
11:30 ish – I have a funny feeling that something has happened and get out of the water. Go check my cell phone. Three calls and four text messages inform me that there has been a 6.4 earthquake three miles south of us and we are to evacuate ASAP.
11:45 am – After using an air horn and jumping up and down to get Colin and Sam’s attention and get them out of the water, we load into hitched rides in church group vans and drive a few miles inland to a higher spot of land.
12:15 pm – Receive word that the small tsunami has hit and all is well. We get packed and head out.
Afternoon – Head back to my site to rest and settle in. Buy fritanga for dinner and watch Spanish TV with my host family.
Colin meets my English group, plays soccer with my friends, comes to classes with me, watches some movies and tears through some reading. Peace Corps life = a good amount of downtime.
3:00 am – Colin wakes up screaming about his head hurting and needing to pee. I tell him to go to the bathroom and get a glass of water. Done.
6:00 am – My alarm goes off. I get up and prep to travel about three hours to another PCV’s rural site to meet their counterparts and take part in a training activity.
6:15 am – I get the brother up. He comes stumbling down the metal stairs in my apartment saying he doesn’t feel well and thinks he might have a fever. I put my hand to his forehead and pull it away immediately after feeling burnt. Literally.
6:17 am – A disposable thermometer (thanks PC med kit!) shows that Colin has a 104 degree fever. Yikes.
6:20 am – After dosing Colin up with drugs and cold rags, I head out, leaving my cell and instructions with my host sister, as well as asking my site mate to go check on him at some point in the morning.
9:30 am – After getting to Managua and spending an hour trying to flag down buses, I give up and go back the hour and a half to site…Colin is asleep, fever still raging.
2:00 pm – I take a sample of Colin’s to the local lab, then head to class in one of my rural sites.
5:00 pm – Return to the lab to get the results. He has a bacteria infection.
5:30 pm – After getting the correct meds and walking home, I find Colin exactly where I left him:
All day: Colin lays in the exact same spot, after sleeping in the exact same spot. Besides getting up to use the bathroom, this is where he stays. He watches a record 10 movies in 48 hours. I spend the day teaching and on the phone with my dad in the States figuring out alternative travel plans for the sickie.
9:00 pm – After a cold shower, more cold rags, and almost 40 hours of the highest dose of Tylenol one can have, his fever breaks. Color this big sister relieved.
7:00 am – Wake and up take Colin’s temperature for the bazillionth time. Still running a small fever. Ask Dad to call to talk travel plans.
8:00 am – Colin’s noon flight ticket is now cancelled and moved to the following day. I start to feel sick.
9:00 am – Colin and I pack up and go to Managua. I need a break and a hot shower after dealing with diarrhea man for two days!
1:00 pm – I see the doctor because I’m feeling sick. Go to the lab.
8:00 am – I go the bank headquarters to get my new bank card. Sweet relief.
10:00 am – Colin and I go to the airport.
11:00 am – Colin is checked-in, lectured by his sister, hugged goodbye, and through security. I find a bathroom.
12:00 pm – I am back in bed at the hotel. Lab results show I got Colin’s infection. Thanks, bro.
11:00 pm – I’m still in bed. Start meds. Get word that Colin made it back safely. Thank goodness.
So needless to say, this week was not all peaches and cream. But Colin and I still had fun. It was pretty cool and kind of strange to show him a bit of my life here, and it opened up some interesting conversation. I’ll leave you with a few quotes straight from his mouth, observations on Nica life:
“This country is really pretty” (said while standing in one of the dirtiest part of downtown Managua)
“Your host mom is really nice”
There’s something floating in my water” (his own backwash)
“Your apartment is very….basic.”
“Wait, there was another earthquake this morning?”
“They have horses here? I’ll them an Asian can ride a horse!”