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Back at Camoh! Ace times.
I managed to avoid having to hablar with most of the maintenance staff, which ordinarilay I don´t mind, but there was a lot to talk about and explain why Lizzie wasn´t here yet and I was absolutely knackered and I had trouble telling the bus driver where to stop as tiredness = mal español. I made it to the cabana to find that it was, quite frankly, a bit of a poo tip. There was stuff all over the floor, bits of paper and things, our little desk was in the middle of the room with some strange smelling bottle which had been used as a candle holder judging by the wax all over it, and chewing gum stuck to the edge of the table. The shower was manky, the loo hadn´t been flushed, the sink looked like someone was halfway through washing their hands after mud wrestling, someone had nicked Lizzies blankets and pillow, and there were ANTS EATING COCKROACHES!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. So, after attacking my little insect friends with the brush (more kept appearing throughout the evening) I unpacked and looked for my bucket to start washing my absolutely filthy clothes. No bucket. Alguien ha robado mi cubeta! MI cubeta! De NUESTRA cabana!!!!!!! No Manches!!!!!!! I was not impressed. So, after running over to the cocina for some water, I bumped into Gerado, one of the becarios juveniles turned consejero, and asked him if he had seen it in the bodega or anywhere, (oh, and chatted about the vacaciones tambien). Whilst we were looking, Andrés and Rocendio, the keraazy paramedic guy wandered in, and there was much hugging and kissing and how are you´s etc. Andrés, after discovering that I was bastante enojada about my bucket, made it his personal mission to find it for me, and we went over to the pool where he had seen a purple bucket like mine earlier in the week. We bumped into Uncle Urbano on the way, and again, there was much questioning about the hols and where lizzie was and stuff, and I had to tell him too about my bucket and my traumatic police experience. After searching the pool and not finding it, Andrés and I went to the Salon Social to set up for the Noche de Talentos that the group was going to do that evening, and my bucket was THERE! Era muy feliz. Very happy indeed. The talent night was hilarious. Well, the bit leading up to it was, watching Andrés and Urbano and Gerado trying to replace the strip lights with ultraviolet ones was not for the faint hearted, and I was more scared about them falling off the dodgy chairs balanced on the even dodgier tables onto my head than I was when they did impressions of being electricuted. The talent show was okay, and I was given the job of taking photos with Andrés´posh camera. Most of them were rubbish though, because I couldn´t actually see what I was taking a photo of in the dark. Some impressive dance routines and human pyramids though.
In the morning, I got up too late to have breakfast, and then Andrés dragged me out of the cabana, away from my washing, to climb the guarda, like a big hill thing with a rock on the top, with the juveniles in the group that was staying at the camp. It was very hot, really slippy cos of all of the leaves, and I was at the back carrying the first aid kit. Nice. Fortunately though, on this occasion, my shortness wasn´t an issue scrambling up all the rocks, because all Mexican guys, even tiny little niños, help girls do everything remotely challenging. So I had some greasy 14yr old lad drag me up several tricky rocks. Although to be honest, I think it was harder concentrating on holding onto his hand than if I had been left to do it myself. But refusing doesn´t seem to be an option acá.
We went past a really funky old tree and some magic rocks and stuff, and Andrés talked all about them, as well as how to survive without food and water and stuff, and how its muy mal to graffiti the trees and rocks and stuff, and that it´s better to take a photo, and how they shouldn´t start fires or kill insects and there´s a plant that will give you a nasty rash etc. We eventually reached the top (it was an effort, I tell you) and then we climbed up this rock face thing to the top to see the view. It was really chido. You could see loads. I think we´re climbing it again on Sunday dead early in the morning to see the sun rise. Should be exhausting. Anyway, after I slid my way back down the rock, nearly landing on Andrés who was halfway down, I had to help all the kids climb the last little bit. Of course, the lads didn´t want any help, and most of them scraped the skin off their legs because of it. Ha!
I also discovered, after the kids asked Andrés if I understood spanish after he was talking to me about something, that they didn´t realise I could speak spanish. Andrés told them to ask me what my name was, so they did, and I answered, and I got the how old are you, where are you from? questions too. After that, I had a very intersting conversation about Emos in England (clearly not something I know very much about) and what they eat, and the music they listen to, with one of the girls. It was hilarious watching her falling down the hill being caught by one of the bigger lads whilst she was babbling about fringe length and skinny jeans.
Then, I did my washing, and about 5ish, I watched some Hilarious attempts by the juveniles at putting a tyre onto a 6m high pole. There were many squashed faces and sore shoulders by the end of it. I sat on a log with Rocendio, paramedextrodanaire, who made amusing observations, and refused to help because he was ´supervising to make sure no one died´.
Later in the evening, there was a gala dinner thing, where I ended up sitting on my own :( and then, a good old mexican disco! I spent an hour with the other consejeros, Fani and Paula and Gerado, lobbing balloons into a volleyball net strung from the ceiling, and then watched in amusement at all the mexican dancing. They have all the proper cheesey songs where everyone knows the moves, like Saturday Night, and Music Man and stuff, but different obviously. I was dragged into one where they all stand in a circle and shuffle backwards then boogie on abajo till they´re all crouching down, and another one where they start off stepping backwards and forwards and sideways line dancing style, before the music picks up and all hell lets loose and everyone gallops into each other in different directions.
And somehow, I managed to find myself dancing in the middle of a circle of juveniles with two 14 yr old lads either side of me (argh), and at the front of a konga line, and also dancing the mexican partner hopping from foot to foot forever thing with a different 14yr old lad. Loco. After that, I think I danced with all the tiny girls and the consejeras. Más chido.
And today, I have to work! :( Although Andrés has nicked my playera de consejera as he was chucked in a pool yesterday evening and got very wet and dripped all over my cabana when he came to ask to borrow my shorts and shirt. grrr.
But it´s another sunny day in tepoztlán and Lizzie is due to return, so all is well!
Hasta la proxima!
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