Day 2 - Casa Del Rooster

11:00PM, 1:00 AM, 3:00 AM, 5AM, and every hour and minute in between. All times the neighboring rooster deemed appropriate for a blood-curdling wake-up call. This rooster must have immigrated from a different time zone because there is absolutely no way the sun is up at 1:00 AM. After the entirety of the boys' room had finished issuing threats of drugging the rooster and other more extreme alternatives, we lugged ourselves out of bed and into the showers. The shower lures you in with that knob affixed with a little red dot that has become the universal sign for “hot relaxing water.” It delivers on that promise for about 30 seconds until to your utter dismay, the shower you once viewed as your ally stabs you in the back viciously, delivering a payload of freezing water that would make a Polar Bear squeal.

Today was our first day at the Baha'i school, to which we delivered 10 computers. The computers were delivered by pickup, but the majority of us were transported by taxis, which judging by the speed of the drivers, were modified to include jet engines. The errant Ferrari sticker on the back of my cab was a warning that went unheeded. Stop signs were stoptional, yield meant right of way, and hills and hairpins were seen only as an opportunity to show off the F1 handling of the taxis. The main job for today was to customizing the operating systems which involved checking and un-checking a lot of Spanish options that gave me no sort of clues as to what I was doing to the poor computer. It was a long and grueling process that proved rather frustrating at times, but yielded the rewarding result of well-running computers for the Baha'i School.

Before we installed our computers, we found a computer running at 8 MHz (if you pressed “Turbo” it ran at 33, but we were afraid the computer would detonate), the ones we brought run at 2300+ MHz. Upon our return, we ventured into the market, the land of bartering and bustling. Our interaction with the Ecuadorian group staying at Radio Baha'i has increased exponentially, especially in games. Jenga is a popular pastime, but our guys really don't lay off. I mean, if someone came to visit my country and then left my Jenga tower on three single bricks within the first turn, I would consider it an insult to my nation. Things have become a lot easier since we settled in, but soccer and outdoor games continue to be a battle against the thin air. I hope that the altitude pills and time will eradicate the problem of gasping for breath after juggling the ball.

Until tomorrow, Johannes