Friday, June 10, 2011

TongaOngaShongaOngaHonga.

HELLO, WORLD! And when i say world, I mean, yes, I did travel it, and yes, I did have many adventures, and yes, I did live to tell the tale! Here it is!

Two weeks ago I took off from Salt Lake with ALL of these BAGS! 1 personal item full of books, 1 carry on with my clothes, a bag with 50 pounds of polypropylene sheets of plastic, and another bag with 50 pounds of plaster of paris. I got elected to take the extra bag becuase I could get it for free.

I airport hopped (and when i say hopped, i mean dragged along with 18 bags) from Salt Lake to LA to Hawaii then eventually to Guam!! My first out of the country experience. Guam! Who even knows where that is!? I sure didn't!

But it was a cool place (and by that I mean DYING HOT) and I walked around and saw the sights.


Then it was onto Fiji! There I met up with, as Dad has so notoriously identified them, THE TEAM.

Dave, the founder, Kent, his little brother, and Kim, arguably the most glorious part about this whole adventure.


We bopped around Fiji during our layover...

...toured a cool Hindu temple....

...visited the market...

...and relaxed on the beach after a game of ocean frisbee. Salty. But fun. Up to that point in my life, easily the best layover I've ever experience becuase it had nothing to do with sitting in an airport missing flight after flight after flight.


Unfortunately, upon our return to the aiport, we encountered a little problem. Remember that 50 oound bag I was elected to carry since I could get it for free? Well, yeah, free, everywhere except from Fiji to Tonga. The only problem with that is, it's not like you can just distribute 24x24 sheets of polypropylene or handfuls of plaster to other people's bags, which, by the way, are already cutting the kg limit close.


But, distribute it we did! I do not know how the security people so lightly considered a bag full of white powder in the middle of the airport being sneakily passed out to various people's bags and pockets, but we finally made it through after some good shniking and crazy looks from the Fijians.

haha and then we were in TONGA!


(The following are in no particular order and are a mere recounting of the adventures)



We did baptisms at the temple! (in Tongan!)



We saw many beautiful sunsets!


We toured their elaborately decorated cemeteries, which are everywhere!

We got caught in a torrential, real live, honest to goodness, i was soaking wet, the potholes turned to puddles which turned to lakes, monsoon!

We worked with many, many, many amputees.

We ate curry for lunch everyday!

We stayed in a mansion until the owner thereof who previously offered us free boarding wanted $1200 a week so we left him in a heartbeat!

And moved instead to the guest dorms at Liahona High School. They were great!

We explored exotic beaches and forests with vines and rocks and vegetation like you can't imagine!

We climbed palm trees!

(Ok, so just baby ones, but Dave really could climb them and we met a cool little guy who just climbed up with his machete in his mouth and chopped us down a billion coconuts!)


He was so cool!

He also invited us to play volleyball at the church down the road (because there is an LDS church down every road and at every church there is an outdoor basketball/volleyball/tennis court)

I was definitely the only girl, the only person weighing less than 200 pounds, and the only palangi. (aka white person) (aka, it was awesome!)


And lest you believe all we did was galavant, we really did work in the hospital at least 7 hours a day setting up and working in our newly founded prosthetic clinic. The hospital is a nasty place with piles of junk everywhere, but it made for easy scavenging for whatever supplies we needed. It was amazing to work with the amputees and train the physical therapist, Sione (John), and it was cool to actually really truly set up a clinic there!

Also, I'll remind you that Kim is the girl who convinced me to buy a tarantula, so you better believe that the instant we saw an octopus hanging on the side of the road, we bargained for 2 for 5 bucks, ended up getting all 4, and ate one for dinner. AN OCTOPUS! We bought and ate an octopus in Tonga!

It was great!


Also, the place in the hosptial where we set up the clinic also happened to be next to none other than the psych unit. We made friends with this lady becuase every day we would walk by and she would say, "HI! WHERE FROM!? WHERE GOING!?"

As if that weren't hilariuos and exciting enough to associate with crazy Tongan people, Kim and I also had the wonderful opportunity to befriend this little guy named Dee. We could never understand what he was saying (and not just because he was speaking Tongan) but he just roamed around and we finally asked someone about his situation, and they revealed to us that he was indeed a patient in the psych ward, there because he killed his brother!!!


Somehow he sought us out when we were taking pictures and he wanted a picture with us....

I don't know if you can tell, but that is a scream on my face, not a smile. AAAAAAAAAA!!!!


We worked. This is THE TEAM. Dave the founder, Kent his little brother (affectionately called Kentl or Kentathlon), Peta (a mix between Michael Shields and who knows who else), Kim my dear soul, Sione the physical therapist and huge Tongan rugby player, me, Matt Bracken the prosthetist, and his wife Nylene.

We played on the beach and snorkeled.

And we had a picnic at the disease ridden hospital after we very sadly missed our ferry to one of the outer islands :(

Pigs. Everywhere. Even in the ocean.

For Elise.

Tonga was AMAZING! It went by way too fast, but I sure did have a great time helping with the clinic, tracking finances, keeping records of amputees, and employing my wily rhetoric at every possible chance. Other adventures not pictured here include fire dancing, kayaking, shark witnessing, bargaining at the market, running through the jungle, talking to the natives, singing Tongan hymns, going to Tongan church, watching rugby, riding taxis, climbing trees, buying out the entire hardware store, and amazing, amazing blowholes along the coast.


Then I was off. Across miles, and miles, and miles of ocean. There is SO MUCH WATER IN THIS WORLD!

And where do you end up when you cross it all?

Japan of course!


And when I say Japan, I mean real live, honest to goodness

Bamboo plants along the road

Bidets at every toilet

Kimonos

Strange toilets (how do you suppose they use these?)

Japanese architecture (that stuff you see in the movies? That is not just a hollywood depiction. That is a real scene that really exists in all its glory on the other side of the world. Amazing!)

This is a huge temple in Narita that is surrounded by lots of other little temples and it was so cool! I peeked inside one of them and there was a real huge drum with a real little Japanese man who was gonging with a real fire burning incense and real chanting in slanty tones and real Asians all kneeling barefoot beneath real golded dangly adornments from the ceiling. It was so real and I was there!


There were also real live Japanese gardens with bridges and bushes and huge goldfish.

Japan was definitely a highlight. I wish I had had more time, but the point is, there were thousands of Japanese, and I have never been in such a state of cluelessness as I have no understanding of the Japanese language and it's not even like I could look at the words and somehow link them to their Latin roots because it's all a bunch of characters. But it was SO AMAZING and a great way to top off a wonderful trip.


And when I say top off, I mean, of course, that it is good to be back at the top of the vast expanses of the world in home sweet Colorado Springs.

Next time I would love it if you all came with me!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I'm in Guam.

But first I was in Provo, then Salt Lake, then Los Angeles, then Honolulu, THEN Guam. Crazy. 

It is HOT here. Hotter than any place I've ever been, and if I'm right, it is autumn here. Yikes. But I have  never been to such a nice beach (becuase yes, I did go to the beach), and I have never been to such a nice USO. 

Before I go any further, CONGRATULATIONS SUMMER!!! Way to finish up the home stretch of home life, and I can't wait for you to come join me in mine. Maybe we can even have an adventure like the one I am having at this moment (I sure wish you were with me now. It probably would make mom feel better too haha!)

An anecdote for all of you to illustrate the crazy limbo of my current state of existence:

Last night (last night? yesterday afternoon? tomorrow morning? who knows) I flew into Guam and got set up in a nice hotel. It was odd being awake at 9 pm and feeling like I had SO much energy becuase it was actually noon. Well, imagine the odd feeling of being awake at 3am and not even being able to sleep because my whole world was upside down and no timing was right. What a relief when 6 rolled around and I felt like i was justified in waking up and getting going. 

So I got going. Running. HOLY HOT! Such sweat! This is the weird thing. I ran past a bank that had one of those signs out in the front that tells you the information and this is what it said:
6:30 am
82 F
5-27.

Whoa. That's weird becuase my biological clock was telling me
8:30 p.m.
40 F
5-26

I'm telling you, everything is crazy here! But I am in GUAM and I enjoyed a lovely run and some Mythbusters and two free donuts and some substantial sightseeing in the DFS (I guess it's like Rodeo Rd of LA? Or Waikiki of Hawaii? I don't know, it's just free place I could get a shuttle to) and after some free lunch at the USO, I'm headed to the beach again. 

All I can say is, you guys should be excited. I can testify from personal experience that tomorrow is a great day. 

Tonga here I come!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Many Faces of Jimmy

Attention all: The Willis family now has a real table! That equates to real permission to visit them and be treated to solid meals, messy fun, theme park amusement (or is it amusement park themes?), and one or two great games of Mario Kart on the game cube!

I can vouch that you will receive all this and more with just a quick, al-day flight over to Richmond!

But if you are going to accept this offer, be prepared to barely make the flight out of Salt Lake on the last available seat. Enjoy the only good thing about the Chicago O'Hare airport (Ok, so there's two: the lighted walkway and the painted benches) before suffering in the gall of bitterness of 2-hour delay on the runway. Oh, and make sure that since you are going to endure the delay, you cut it as close as possible to the gun time of the race for which you are flying to Virginia anyway.

As close as possible. Like, change into your running clothes in the 3 x3 bathroom in the air (Oh, but don't bring your tennis shoes so when you walk out, the man waiting in line sees you in running clothes and your church shoes... ridiculously horrible), literally sprint out of the terminal, meet with your bro-in-law ("No time for a hug!") and speed to the race place, only to discover that you are 10 minutes late and your sister also forgot her photo id. Never fear, they start the race in waves and you can still make yours if you run. (Isn't that why we came?)

It was a race all in itself to get to the race! But once we were there, Char and I took off into the wilderness of Virginia (who knew there was such a thing!?). We scrambled across rocks, we splashed through mud puddles, we waded the James, we descended 12 flights of spiral stairs, we balanced across a rickety bridge, and we anticipated the mess at the end.

There was a huge mud puddle right before the finish, and they had put a net over it so we were forced to crawl through. It was crazy!

Those are mine and Char's butts if you look close.

It was crazy!!

We tried to use the conveniently located but of course flawed wash stations and eventually just gave up and went in the river. It was cold but awesome! Char ran like a hooligan half-marathoner and we had a blast! Jimmy was a good sport and we all enjoyed the culture shock that is tatooed, beer drinking, cussing, obesing, scantily clad, we're not in Provo anymore Virginian runners.

The next day we went to KING'S DOMINION!!!

It was SO FUN and also exposed the real goodness of the Willises (none of this wig-wearing shyness 10 days after initiation into the family)
They are fine people.

Except when Charina takes after mom and is a godzilla-sumo dumpsquatter. Did Jimmy know about that?


Maybe not, seeing as he is just a precious, gentle fairy boy.

Joke! Joke! He is really actually an indian boy!


OK, that's not exactly true either. The real Jimmy face came out on one roller coaster notorious for its accelarated start and amazing, fear inspiring speed. Not for Jimmy- he's all business.


His friend on the other side, however....In the end, Jimmy loves a good roller coaster as much as the next person, and I loved every moment of my weekend in Virginia!


Thanks Willises!

You can and should all go! You will see that I speak nothing but the truth, and you can see that truth in the many faces of Jimmy!

100!

Family, friends, and other random readers, thanks for sticking around. This is officially my 100th blog post since its origin in September of 2009. Heaven knows you have read at least 100,000 words of mine, so here instead are simply 100 pictures, worth 1000 words each, gathered from the last 3 years. Enjoy!






































































































Now off to Tonga!