Sunday, May 24, 2009

Food of the Philippines

Since the main Philippines post was rather technical, and it wouldn't be one of my travel reviews without talking about what I ate, here's a brief recap.

Dinner from the first night involved walking across the street to the fish market full of fishy smells and buzzing flies to pick out the catch of the day to hand to the cooks at the restaurant. About 15 minutes later, the following spread was put in front of us. Lots of garlic. Yum.



My preconceived image of the Philippines involved lots of fresh fruits. I was rather shocked to not eat any. The only fruit I saw for sale were whole watermelons on the side of the road. I did enjoy a fruit shake from the AIDFI coffee shop. Melon, banana, sweet potato and avocado mixed with milk and ice. Interesting, yet refreshing.



Possibly the most refreshing thing I ate the whole trip was the homemade peanut flavored ice cream bar purchased off the back of a motorbike near Mt. Kanlaon. Amazing. How these people live without ice and frozen confections in such a hot climate is a mystery to me. Bad picture, great popsicle.


At other meal times, a general rule of the more disgusting it looks, the better it tastes seemed to hold true. One example was a raw fish coated in vinegar entree I ate for one lunch, and the grey matter-esque banana flower salad I had at lunch the following day (see annoyingly sideways photo below).



Due to the hot, humid weather I was not as hungry as I usually am in milder conditions. But by my last night there, I think I had adjusted because when my dinner arrived, I was too ravenous to take a picture first. So what you see is the what was left of my chicken inasal (local specialty) and garlic rice. For someone who doesn't particulary enjoy eating meat off the bone, I think I did a pretty good job!



To further enhance the flavor of the chicken, we made a dipping sauce of soy sauce, juice from a small citrus and sawsawan. Sawsawan is a vinegar based, garlic, chili, ginger tonic. Everyone has their own recipe, often served in old liquor bottles. If I had any time to souvenir shop, I would have liked to have found a bottle to bring back. Delicious!!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Golden Week '09--Philippines

[Author's note: The following is a piece I wrote up for Green Empowerment, the group that was originally sponsoring the group trip. As you may or may not know, when the time came to book a ticket and actually put down some money, everyone in the group but me disappeared. Rather than pay $500 to cancel my ticket and sit in my apartment for Golden Week, I decided to go on my own. A gutsy move, which thankfully turned out really well. I feel so lucky. If you are inspired by the following, please visit Green Empowerment's website and make a donation!]



Alternative Indigenous Development Foundation Incorporated (AIDFI) was a wonderful host for my five days in the Negros Occidental region of the Philippines. From the moment they met me at the airport to the very comprehensive schedule they prepared for me, I could not have asked for a better experience. During my time with them, I got to see first hand the many components of their organization in action.

DAY 1. Visiting ram pump sites
After Liloy and Roy picked me up from my hotel, we headed east out of Bacolod City to check on two existing ram pump projects. After driving for almost 2 hours on muddy dirt roads, swerving around overloaded tricycles, we reached our first stop. We were greeted by half a dozen members of the water association standing under the corrugated metal awning that served as the association hall. Roy explained to me that out of the dozens of projects AIDFI has implemented in Negros, this is the only community to build an association hall. Not surprisingly, the ram pump project in this community is well maintained; the result of a strong community leader and real sense of ownership among its members. After a brief conversation, we went to look at the pump. From the center of the community where we parked the car, it was about a 15 minute walk. The last 200 meters were a bit of challenge, weaving through trees on a steep, forested slope. We found the pump clanging away, providing the 45 members of the association with clean water for drinking and washing, 24 hours a day. After almost slipping twice en route to the pump site, it was easy to see what a difference having access to water close to home makes for the association members.

[Near the first stop. Many people in this area support themselves by raising roosters for cock fights. Apparently, buyers from Manila will come all the way out here to buy the best! I had never seen a cock farm before.]

We got back in the car and headed to stop two, a slightly bigger installation that serves 150 people who live along a four kilometer span of road. When we arrived at the leader’s house, there was no one standing out front to greet us. Closer inspection revealed there was no one home; my guides explained that everyone had gone into town to shop at the Sunday market. The walk down to the pump here was less treacherous than the first stop’s, but we did have to walk daintily around some large cattle that were also using the path. Since there was still one more stop on the agenda, we couldn’t wait for the association leader to return. As we drove back towards the main road, we passed several families walking back home from the market with huge sacks of rice and sugar across their backs.

[Stop 2--Wendy and a waterfall. And the top of a ram pump. That small blue cylinder makes a big difference!]
After a lunch break, we made our way to the last community of the day. We took the car as far as it would go on another narrow, uneven dirt road, then got out and walked almost a kilometer to reach the house that would host that afternoon’s organizational meeting. Since it was raining, everyone tried to fit into the small, dim living room, but once the rain stopped, the group, which was mostly women, went outside to better accommodate everyone. I couldn’t understand much of the content, but their excitement and enthusiasm was easy to recognize. After electing the officers for the new association, everyone signed their names onto a list, agreeing to help with the installation and maintenance of the ram pump, and verifying their understanding of the monthly dues. Dues would be around 20 pesos a month, or less than US$0.50.

DAY 2-3. Staying overnight in Mambugsay
The next morning, I met Toto, an expert in organic farming and composting, who accompanied me on the three hour journey to Mambugsay, south of Bacolod City. The community we visited is not only home to a ram pump project, but also has an organic lemon grass oil industry. Each member of the association has a small plot of land (usually under one acre) which they use to grow lemon grass. At harvest time, lemon grass from different growers is combined in the communal distiller to produce oil, which is then packaged and sold at the AIDFI office. On the afternoon I arrived, preparations were underway for processing a batch of lemon grass the next morning. These included removing the remains of the last batch from the distiller and chopping a few hundred kilograms of grass into short pieces so that it would fit into the distiller without being too bulky.

[Chopping. A few of the locals were afraid I would lose a finger, as was I until I got the hang of it.]


Next on the afternoon agenda was checking up on the composting program Toto had started the last time he was in Mambugsay. The existing piles were home to some disgusting looking white grubs, which meant they were progressing well and full of nutrients. The next step was to start a pile for another member of the association. Half a dozen people worked together to gather materials from nearby. We used dead lemon grass, green and brown banana leaves, chicken manure, and sticks and leaves from a cacao plant to form a cone. The outside layer was protected by fresh banana leaves. Toto said the pile should sit for 45 days, then be turned and left for another 15. At the end of two months, the compost would be ready to use. Using compost made of local materials is more economical and much healthier than spraying pesticides, and insures that the oil produced in the community can be sold with an organic label.

The next morning was spent back at the oil distiller. There was still a sizable mountain of lemon grass to be chopped, and the chopped pieces needed to be scooped into bags and weighed before they could be put into the distiller. All together, this batch of oil used about 200 kilograms of grass. The grass was poured into the top of the distiller. A fire was built underneath. As the grass heated up, it produced steam that was diverted into a separator. Once the steam cooled, it would condense and separate into water and the desired oil. Since water is denser than oil, it left the separator out of a spigot at the bottom, while the oil dripped out from one at the top. The whole process took about 3 hours, and at the end there was 1.2 liters of oil to take back with us to the AIDFI office.

[Sucess!!]



DAY 4. AIDFI Office and TechnoPark
After seeing a few projects in person, I was looking forward to seeing the place where they started from, the AIDFI office. The office is located on a main road leading out of Bacolod City. Downstairs is a coffee shop and a garage where the technicians work hard manufacturing different components for the ram pumps and other technologies. Upstairs there are desks and computers where the director, community organizers and human resources department work. Out back is the TechnoPark, where several AIDFI technologies have been installed.

[Nifty map in the office of all the ram pump projects in Negros. On an adjoining wall, there was a map of the Philippines proper as well as a world map with similar pin points. Pretty amazing!]


[The TechoPark with AIDFI office in the back.]




On the day I visited, AIDFI staff led two groups of local college students through the park, explaining how each project worked and could be used to benefit communities in sustainable ways. After the tour groups left, I spent the afternoon working with Toto; feeding the pigs that produced the methane used for cooking in the coffee shop, sifting the substrate from the worm culture pen, and tidying up the grass and small vegetable garden. In addition to serving as an outdoor classroom for interested members of the general community, the TechnoPark allows the technicians to test their products right on site! Overall, I was really amazed by the efficiency of the whole operation. The TechnoPark wasn’t much bigger than a football field, but contained about a dozen different, yet complimentary technologies.


[I admit, this picture doesn't look like much, but it shows how much vertical lift one ram pump can provide with water falling from a height of only 1 meter.]



DAY 5. Mt. Kanlaon Area Projects

[Sugar cane fields and Mt. Kanlaon.]

Each day of my itinerary with AIDFI involved something different from the previous day, and the last day was no exception. Today’s agenda took us to three communities in the scenic area near the base of Mt. Kanlaon Volcano. From our approach on a rocky, narrow dirt road, the first community looked just like any of the other ones I had visited. But a short walk from where we left the car revealed something entirely unique—a community managed swimming pool! I was so surprised to climb up the stairs and almost fall into its clear blue waters. Clearly, quantity of water was not an issue here, although like so many other small villages, accessing the water involves a climb over steep, wooded slopes. This community already has a few ramp pumps which provide water for irrigation, so the purpose of today’s visit was to talk with the leaders about the installation of a small hydropower generator. While Liloy, Roy and Carl talked about the specifics of the project with community members, I jealously watched the younger residents enjoy the pool. The pool is a wonderful asset in the hot climate, and has the capacity to be enjoyed by members of neighboring communities, but the bad conditions of the roads in the area leave the pool under utilized.

[Young bathers, very curious about the random white person standing in the shade.]



Our next stop was at the home of a farmer, who like almost all of farmers in the Negros region grows sugar for giant corporations. This farmer though, has been specially recognized for his high yield crops. The secret to his success---growing organic! While we were there, we also got to sample some of his organically grown coffee. This farmer’s commitment to not using chemical pesticides and fertilizers has paid off with contracts with foreign companies. From what I understood, he was currently seeking organic certification with a distributor based in Germany. These contracts help diversify his income, helping to protect his livelihood if one crop fails.

[Coffee and chit-chat with the award winning sugar farmer.]


[A rare section of pavement. Where they were paved, roads were much too useful to be used solely for drying. Here you can see rice drying; in other places they served as basketball courts.]



The last stop of the day was to visit members of the AIDFI team who are currently living in a community and preparing the parts of a ram pump to be installed there. The community had loaned the technicians the use of an empty house to sleep and work in. Since there is no electricity, they were using a generator made out of an old motorbike engine to power the tools needed to manufacture the pipe connections. This is the kind of thing I would never think about, since I have always lived in place where electricity is available at the flick of a switch. This stop exemplified the commitment of the AIDFI staff to their work. The technicians had been working away from their families for a few weeks, and when AIDFI does projects in other parts of the Philippines, the technicians are sometimes away from home for more than month.


With AIDFI’s busy schedule, I feel very honored to have been able to spend a week with them. Reading about the projects before I went to the Philippines, it was easy to come to the conclusion that the work they are doing is important. But to actually visit the projects they have completed and see the enthusiasm in the communities were the work is just starting gave me a much deeper appreciation for what they are able to accomplish. The ram pump technology may be simple, and consist of door hinges and old tires, but it so much more than just the sum of its parts, freeing up precious time that used to be spent collecting water for other economic pursuits, family time and leisure.

[And to finish, a cliche sunset picture.]

Thursday, April 30, 2009

National Living Treasure

Yesterday Jamie and I met one of the "National Living Treasures" of Japan! His name is Manji Inoue, and he is a porcelain master. His larger pieces sell for just under $20,000!

You can look at some of his masterpieces here.


We met him at his studio/showroom in Arita, Saga-ken while we were out with Naoko sensei and Nakano san for a long over due "Girls Day." He was standing out front when we approached and asked me where I was from. When I said "Arizona," he commented on the hot weather and the large size of the airport in Phoenix. He then told us he has made some 18 trips to New Mexico to give special lectures, and often has to change planes in Los Angeles and Phoenix. Just as he was about to disappear into the backroom, we snagged him for a photo.
As Naoko sensei would say, it was "amazing" that we got a chance to meet him!

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Matzoh ballin' aka My First Passover Seder

I forget exactly how he brought it up, but around the end of April, Dave asked me if I wanted to come over on a Saturday night and help him make matzoh balls to feed 16 people. After the fun we had making strawberry jam (speaking in hick accents, pretending like we lived in a "little house on the prarrie," see photo below) I decided this offer was too good to pass up.


And true enough, stirring together chicken fat, matzoh ball mix and water was outrageous fun. This time, the hick accents were replaced by a plethora of "ball" themed jokes. Apparently, we are no more mature than the junior high school students we teach. The best and worst part of the evening was "quality control." I think the best part is fairly self explanitory, the worst part was limiting the quality control to only one or two matzoh balls each. Patience, patience!

The following night was the actual Seder dinner at the lovely Naoko sensei's house. When I arrived, the table was set beautifully and I couldn't wait to eat! Dinner could wait however, as we had an hour of history, symbolic nibbling and badly pronounced prayer to get through first. If you want to learn more about what we said or munched on, I suggest speaking to your closest Jewish friend or a Google search, since it can't really be summed up in a just a few sentences.

Washing our hands like one big happy family. It really was nice to be surrounded by gaijin and Nihonjin alike to take part in an ancient non-Japanese ritual.


And finally the feast!!


I was literally full for about 2 days after we had the Seder. I am sad I won't be around for next year's.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Spring Break '09

Spring Break 2009---Cherry Blossoms and English Camp. I am sure I had interesting things to write about both of these things, but since it's now December 2009, less is more.

Cherry blossoms in Kurume were amazing this year. I sort of saw what all the fuss was about.






English Camp with high school students who actually enjoy and study English. What fun!

The High School Musical Skit. I was the teacher---shocker!



Haikingu!


Hawaiian culture!



Arizona culture aka Line dancing!



Group Jump shot!


2nd Annual Ichigo Gorging

It seems only fitting that a post about strawberries should be short and sweet. This one will certainly fit the first description, and you the reader can decide whether or not it fulfills the second.

The Sunday after graduation, Jamie, Vanessa and I left the jutaku at the seemingly un-godly hour of 10 AM to catch the bus south to Hirokawa Town. Shortly getting off, we saw this descriptive man hole cover. We were in the right place.


The all you can pick/eat in 60 minutes strawberry "patch" was a decent 30 minute walk on some narrow streets from the bus stop, but aside from the cars coming within inches of us, it was rather pleasant and the appetite we worked up came in handy among the rows and rows of fruit.
After we paid our 1200 yen, we were outfitted with small baskets, a small pair of scissors and the all important VIP "Hungry Strawberry Eater" badge. We were then let loose in the greenhouse where the temperature was around 26 C. Heaven!!
Jamie and Vanessa show off the all access passes.

Rows and rows of strawberries, some not quite ripe like the neato "ha-fu" ones below, but we had no trouble eating ourselves almost sick in just under an hour.


The aftermath.

The long walk back to the bus aided in the digestion process, allowing Jamie and me to jugde this year's fest as a big improvement over the coma of last year. "Berry" nice work!!

Tears of Joy?

Alarmingly fast, mid-March rolled around for the second time, which means it was time for the 9th (and 6th) graders to graduate. The ceremony was similar to last year's, so it included a copious amount of tears and sobbing, but I think (and most of the teacher's agreed with me) that the speeches were better, and this year's class would be sorely missed.

Following the ceremony, everyone gathers in the courtyard in the front of school for final goodbyes, yearbook signing and a marathon of picture taking. This year happened to be freezing, overcast, and windy with a small bit of stinging precipitation, but luckily this didn't seem to put a damper on the more festive part of graduation.

Below are some of the kids I miss already:

Without Kosei, who will inspire the soccer team to ask me all the inappropriate, yet grammatically correct questions?

Teeny Anna and taller Mako were not afraid to speak to me in English.

The class president, Yuki. His speech left all the girls and many of the boys sobbing into their hand towels. Most of the these kids have been together since 1st grade and are parting for the first time. Awwwwww.

Some of the "high tension" girls.
I thought that I might be among the crying masses this year, but the only thing that almost made me cry was when the 9th grade homeroom teachers said that I couldn't pass out the candy grams I made for all 150 students since they broke the "no candy at school" rule. I was not a happy camper, which I guess showed, since one of them did appologize and said it would be okay after the ceremony (I had no intention of giving them something to suck on/litter on the ground before the ceremony. I may be young and foreign, but I have common sense!!) but it hurt that they were so adamant about adhering to stupid rules on a once a year special occasion. I really wanted to pack up and leave Japan right then and there. Attending graduation for the second time definitely made it feel like I have been here a long time.

Before graduation, there was some uncertainty about whether I would be returning to one of my favorite elementary schools in the new school year. It turns out I will go back, but it won't be the same without the 6th graders. I really appreciated their enthusiasm for English class!
Thank you and good luck in junior high!