<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:56:35.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From MachuPicchu to Chimney Rock</title><subtitle type='html'>My cousin Merrill and I are journeying from Perú to Alabama via bus, boat, train, and foot starting March 1st.  On $24 a day, I hope to reach Alabama by May 28th, my sister Libby´s birthday.  Anyone is welcome to come join us for whatever leg they desire!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1190433732230099203</id><published>2008-03-19T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:19:28.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Colombia, I will come back!</title><content type='html'>Bogotá, Colombia Wednesday March 19 6:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr6fDHwaI/AAAAAAAABA0/8GTpADX9hFU/s1600-h/DSCN1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr6fDHwaI/AAAAAAAABA0/8GTpADX9hFU/s400/DSCN1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179610067708133794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;This pic is the road leading to the coffee tour I received.  Those are coffee trees and banana trees (for shade-grown coffee).  How exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;Wow, it´s been a while since I blogged.  I don´t have too many crazy stories outside of Merrill and I getting involved in our third landslide.  This one was the worst, in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; fact the worst in four years in Colombia.  The nine hour busride from Bogotá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; to Medellín should have taken 9 hours.  It ended up taking 32.  No problem, just 24 hours ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;tra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;  Let´s just say by the end of it, we had made some friends on the bus!  (Actually a lot happened, but seeing how the last several blogs were about stuff like that, I´m not going to blog about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived in Medellín and went out on the town!  And let me tell you something, Medellín is gorgeous.  The town, the parks, the trees, the river that runs through the ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;ty, and the people.  Everyone is gorgeous!  I´ve never been in a city where every guy, girl, old person, everyone is just beautiful.  Needless to say I enjoyed it.  Merrill and I went there mainly for the nightlife.  We had heard it has one of the best nightlifes in South A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;merica.  I am now of that opinion as well.  You can imagine how much flirting, dancing, and romanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;ing goes on in a city full of hotties with great night clubs and bars.  About three days worth for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;Then I headed to a small town of a couple of thousand called Salento.  I must say, as much as I enjoyed Medellín, my heart lies with Salento.  Salento is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; a coffee town with national parks surrounding it.  Go figure why I love it so much.  I don´t think there is a street in the entire town without a great view of the surrounding mountains.  The air is fresh, there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt; a river at the bottom of the town, it´s a good crisp/cool temperatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;re all year round, plenty of hiking, plenty of cows, and most importantly plenty of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at a hostal which gives free coffee to its t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;enants.  Seeing how much coffee I drank and how much the room cost, $8, I´d say I won.  I´ve ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO"&gt;ver had more fresh coffee in my life.  I mean, there´s no more to say, it was just so fresh, aromatic, stimulating, black, delicious, slightly acidic, and hot.  It was just perfect.  Simply perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went on a tour of an organic coffee farm as well.  The farmer, our guide, was named Don Elias.  I really think that´s a cover up.  I actually think his name is Juan Valdez.  Look at the picture and you can decide.  I think Don actually is just trying to get out of the spotlight, so he made up this alias.  Unfortunately his looks give him away, for he is no Don Juan.  (That is officially the worst joke I´ve made on this blog.  If you can find a worse one, please post it.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr6_DHwbI/AAAAAAAABA8/_VyOFNyYZlo/s1600-h/DSCN1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr6_DHwbI/AAAAAAAABA8/_VyOFNyYZlo/s400/DSCN1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179610076298068402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr7fDHwcI/AAAAAAAABBE/gckoRIAHjHg/s1600-h/DSCN1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr7fDHwcI/AAAAAAAABBE/gckoRIAHjHg/s400/DSCN1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179610084888003010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, ole Don Juan Valdez showed us all around his farm.  I´ve attached some pics for yall´s entertainment.  At the end of the tour he took us to where he washes and dries the beans.  He had some beans ready, been drying for 8 days, so he took them to his cast iron skillet and roasted them for us on the spot.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr8PDHwdI/AAAAAAAABBM/aIpoRAwDIFg/s1600-h/DSCN1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr8PDHwdI/AAAAAAAABBM/aIpoRAwDIFg/s400/DSCN1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179610097772904914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After hand grinding them, I had a cup of the purest and smoothest coffee I´ve ever tasted in my life.  And I´ve had a lot of coffee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr8vDHweI/AAAAAAAABBU/qy5v5cJO368/s1600-h/DSCN1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr8vDHweI/AAAAAAAABBU/qy5v5cJO368/s400/DSCN1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179610106362839522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How much did this tour cost?  $1.50  God I love backpacking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I´m probably not going to blog again until Panamá.  I just arrived in Bogotá and only have like 48 hours here.  So I´m not going to spend it in front of the computer if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;chao,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Blog Point:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-GtL_DHwfI/AAAAAAAABBc/YqlvKKYNo5g/s1600-h/DSCN1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-GtL_DHwfI/AAAAAAAABBc/YqlvKKYNo5g/s400/DSCN1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179611467867472370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Colombia exports tons of flowers.  If you´ve gifted flowers to your sugar-darling they were likely from  Colombia and you didn´t know it.  Here, the flower boquets that you see above cost about a dollar.  So what do you think it takes to make an impression with flowers to a girl?  I mean, do you have to fill her room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1190433732230099203?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1190433732230099203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1190433732230099203' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1190433732230099203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1190433732230099203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-colombia-i-will-come-back.html' title='Dear Colombia, I will come back!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R-Gr6fDHwaI/AAAAAAAABA0/8GTpADX9hFU/s72-c/DSCN1404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-4903117307869997353</id><published>2008-03-12T09:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:41:15.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>44 Hours</title><content type='html'>Quito, Ecuador Wednesday March 12th 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the other day the most time I have ever spent continually traveling was 36 hours.  We took a bus to Colorado, and we had rigged up the back of the bus where we could play the N64 James Bond Goldeneye the whole way there. (Side note, that is still the greatest videogame ever invented.)  Now I must say it is 44 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 am Saturday:  We rise early knowing that we are about to ride two hours out of Chacapoyas in a car.  We are sharing the car with two more people.  One traveler and one guy who decided it would be easier to spend the nite drinking and just leave at 4 am.  This guy was smashed and thankfully sitting next to Merrill, who later in the trip smelt like this guys breath.  I would have puked had I been Merrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 am Saturday:  We arrive in some tiny town and trade cars.  Now we are seven in a station wagon and ride like that for about an hour to Baguas Grandes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am Saturday:  We take another car, this time we are only six to Jaén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am Saturday:  We take a car from Jaén to San Ignacio.  In the process this girl sits next to me and just keeps staring at me.  I´m pretty accustomed to this by now, but this girl was attractive and looked educated, so it caught me by surprise.  I start talking to her, and apparently I´m the fist Gringo she has ever met.  So I told her we are really scary people and made a bugglie wugglie face at her as well as shared my popcorn with her.   I´m not sure if sharing popcorn is a sign of engagement or interest because within like two minutes of meeting her and sharing popcorn with her she immediately asks for my number so we can call each other.  I tell her I don´t have a cell phone, so she decides email would be best.  Whatev, I gave it.  (Sidenote, don´t share your popcorn with someone unless you´re interested in them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am Saturday:  We hop another car to the border town.  Keep in mind none of these roads are paved so now our rears are a bit sore and stomachs are a bit enthused.  On the way we get a flat tire.   Merrill and I really aren´t that surprised seeing how there is more tread on a baby´s bottom.  We are thankful that now we get to ride on the spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm Saturday:  We arrive at the border.  And boy was it small.  A simple bridge a few restaurants and a couple of huts for customs.  We cross the bridge after signing out of Perú and see the migration officers in Ecuador drinking a beer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f5Cw2Fh5I/AAAAAAAABAc/1v6KWUDK5D4/s1600-h/DSCN1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f5Cw2Fh5I/AAAAAAAABAc/1v6KWUDK5D4/s400/DSCN1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176880122552485778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say the next transport up the mountain leaves at 5pm, so we are not working until around 4:30ish.  Sounds good, so we go back to Perú because they have a better restaurant and then back to Ecuador to have a beer with these guys.  Later, around 4:30 I walk into the migration office beer in hand to get my passport stamped.  Yes, that´s right, I entered Ecuador officially while drinking a beer.  I´ll probably never get to do that again in my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f5DQ2Fh6I/AAAAAAAABAk/6EnLlEVOlFo/s1600-h/DSCN1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f5DQ2Fh6I/AAAAAAAABAk/6EnLlEVOlFo/s400/DSCN1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176880131142420386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm Saturday:  We take a two hour ¨chiva¨ ride up the mountain.  This road is super rocky.  We bounced the entire way up the mountain.  At one point my fanny was 8 inches off the seat.  Even my feet were off the floor, totally airborne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 pm Saturday:  We leave Zumba for Loja, Ecuador.  There were no problems on this busride and I slept most of the way.  It was still bumpy as always, but I was dog tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am Sunday:  We arrive in Loja and go to the coffee shop in the bus terminal.  We look ridiculous and tired, but know we still have a ways to go.  The coffee was stale and warm, but it was black and good for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am Sunday:  We leave for Quito.  At last, we are on the final leg of the journey.  It is supposed to take fourteen hours to get to Quito, so that´s all we have left!  Two hours into the trip we get stuck.  Bad stuck in some mud.  The complete back tire is under the mud, so we think we are going nowhere.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f3VQ2Fh2I/AAAAAAAABAE/Rv_kv17f3yA/s1600-h/DSCN1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f3VQ2Fh2I/AAAAAAAABAE/Rv_kv17f3yA/s400/DSCN1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176878241356810082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully a bulldozer was nearby and it literally cut a new wall in the side of the mountain to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f3Vw2Fh3I/AAAAAAAABAM/5-FjMQzNkOw/s1600-h/DSCN1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f3Vw2Fh3I/AAAAAAAABAM/5-FjMQzNkOw/s400/DSCN1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176878249946744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get in front of the bus.  Then it yanked the bus out.  Raw power.  I felt like I needed to pay more for my ticket after seeing this bulldozer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f3Wg2Fh4I/AAAAAAAABAU/qh_FgyNAFhQ/s1600-h/DSCN1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f3Wg2Fh4I/AAAAAAAABAU/qh_FgyNAFhQ/s400/DSCN1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176878262831646594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am Sunday:  We travel for like four hours without any problems and at some point we finally got on a paved road.  First paved road we had traveled on in like five days.  God Bless it!  But it was too good and before we knew it we heard a loud bang from underneath and sure enough we had another flat.  The second in two days.  We stopped for like thirty minutes changing the tire and then headed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm Sunday:  We round the turn on this mountain and notice there is a ton of rocks in the road.  Seeing how our bus was the first bus on the scene, the landslide must have happened like a minute or two before.  These were not rocks actually.  They were boulders, and we had no way to move them.  Now we are thinking, yeah, we´re definitely stuck now.  But no.  Merrill and I got off the bus along with a bunch of other guys and starting moving these rocks.  It took like twenty men using big steel rods as levers to move these boulders.  All of us were passengers.  It was great.  I was also taking thick rocks and hurling them at the boulders like a Highlander in order to split the boulders we we could then move them.  After about an hour of work in the rain we had a passage way and went on.  The whole time Merrill and I are thinking this is great, but is it out of the ordinary?  No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am Monday:  We arrive in Quito at last.  We hit the hostal and were starving, so we went for some late nite schwarma (kinda like a gyro) then hit the bed exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then we´ve been relaxing, catching up with old friends in Quito.  Tomorrow we head to Colombia, so I´m oober oober excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f1fA2Fh1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/qVdGyUR2KZU/s1600-h/DSCN1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f1fA2Fh1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/qVdGyUR2KZU/s400/DSCN1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176876209837279058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-4903117307869997353?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/4903117307869997353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=4903117307869997353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4903117307869997353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4903117307869997353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/03/44-hours.html' title='44 Hours'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9f5Cw2Fh5I/AAAAAAAABAc/1v6KWUDK5D4/s72-c/DSCN1357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-7541522686383564981</id><published>2008-03-07T14:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:07:26.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beetle, Llamas, and Kuélap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgDw2FhxI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uol3JjRI4Tw/s1600-h/DSCN1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgDw2FhxI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uol3JjRI4Tw/s400/DSCN1319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175093433337218834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgFA2FhyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TOSqsEc5u0M/s1600-h/DSCN1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgFA2FhyI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TOSqsEc5u0M/s400/DSCN1336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175093454812055330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgGA2FhzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jj0toL1Nnac/s1600-h/DSCN1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgGA2FhzI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jj0toL1Nnac/s400/DSCN1340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175093471991924530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdkA2FhsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/U1yueL3-CyU/s1600-h/DSCN1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdkA2FhsI/AAAAAAAAA-0/U1yueL3-CyU/s400/DSCN1229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175090688853116610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdlA2FhtI/AAAAAAAAA-8/fv3I6OnhfpE/s1600-h/DSCN1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdlA2FhtI/AAAAAAAAA-8/fv3I6OnhfpE/s400/DSCN1233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175090706032985810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9Gdlw2FhuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/fSEg4tSinT8/s1600-h/DSCN1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9Gdlw2FhuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/fSEg4tSinT8/s400/DSCN1249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175090718917887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdmQ2FhvI/AAAAAAAAA_M/VKVRuqnMVEY/s1600-h/DSCN1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdmQ2FhvI/AAAAAAAAA_M/VKVRuqnMVEY/s400/DSCN1264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175090727507822322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdnA2FhwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dEt-G4aRG_k/s1600-h/DSCN1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GdnA2FhwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dEt-G4aRG_k/s400/DSCN1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175090740392724226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chacapoyas, Perú Friday March 7th noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so I´m updating the blog often because I can, and I have fun stuff to say.  If you haven´t been here in a while, check below as I blogged twice yesterday because I finally got computer access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the nite at a nice hostal in Leimembamba, we took a car (taxi) to Tingo, the town at the base of Kuélap.  There were no trucks to hitchike with, thus the car.  Arriving after a pleasant 2 hour car ride we were in Tingo.  Not 30 seconds after getting out of the car a blue Toyota truck passes, and we thumb it to ride up the mountain.  So lucky!!! I think we had the luck because I had changed my underwear that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hop in the bed of the truck and ride up the mountain.  Well we rode until the road stopped due to another landslide!  This one was huge!  I´m talking boulders in the road!  Look at the pic above.  (Later that nite we heard and saw them using dynamite on the road)  Well we crossed the landslide by foot and then hopped in a taxi on the other side to María.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In María we just chilled and ate well.  We did go to the town square where we saw the local kids playing with BEETLES!  They were big, with bodies the size of large walnuts, and then long legs and wings to accompany.  Well these beetles didn´t sting at all, but they wrestled each other.  The kids had collected probably sixty, and they were all in a big wrestling match.  Royal Rumble or WWF Smackdown couldn´t hold a candle to this match of beetles.  Well then a kid goes to throwing a beetle at another kid, which stuck to his shirt.  This escalated into a full out beetle fight.  Kids throwing them everywhere!  There were no casualties, but I did get hit in the face and had like 5 or 6 stuck to me at one point.  It was hilarious!  Such a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were two reasons we have taken this incredible adventure over the past week.  One is for the adventure.  The second is to see Kuélap.  Kuélap is a huge pre-Incan ruin.  City to 3,500 people back in 500-600 AD, it was conquered by both the Incas and the Spanish.  No one travels there except backpackers because of the difficult route to get there and because all foreigners just go to MachuPicchu to see their ruins.  They average 10-15 tourists a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that the mountains surrounding MachuPicchu are far more impressive, but I can honestly say I prefer the ruins of Kuélap to the ruins of MachuPicchu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we wake up in María and start hiking at 6:30 am towards Kuélap.  After a two hour uphill yet easy hike, we arrive atop the mountain only to be greeted by about 15 wild llamas.  Gorgeous creaturs, and different from the planted llamas of MachuPicchu.  These were huge and muscular.  At one point two started scuffling and it was just incredible.  They were beautiful with their different color markings and faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after they got out of our path we headed up to the ruins to find a man who looked like he worked there.  Turns out he was the only one working there that day.  He asked if we wanted a guide and we said yes.  So he left the ticket office, walked to a hill and literally yodeled, ¨Rigoberto!!! Guía!!!¨ like 4 or 5 times.  Eventually Rigoberto, who looked like an ant half a mile down the mountain looks up and waves his arms.  So we got a guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well once Rigoberto arrived he took us on probably the best tour of my life.  All in Spanish, he was an excellent guide.  Kuélap.  The pre-Incan city has hardly been restored.  I feel only pictures can do it justice.  With the trees, tunnels, stones, everything about it made me feel like Indiana Jones.  At one point we pulled a rock out of a wall only to find a chamber full of human bones.  On top of it all, throughout the entire city there were only three people present, Merrill, Rigoberto, and me!  It was surreal.  The ruins are gorgeous and seeing how over half of them have never been touched it just felt so authentic.  Contrasted with the manicured MachuPicchu ruins, these made me feel more like an explorer than a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the ruins, we had two options to get to Chacapoyas.  One, hope a car could carry us from Kuélap or two, hike down the mountain and hitchhike from Tingo.  We saw a mini-bus arrive to Kuélap but it was carrying several backpackers who had rented it.  They still had to tour Kuélap so we decided to hike down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was steep!  And it was hot!  Two and a half hours with a 40 pound pack on you back is no way to go STRAIGHT down a mountain.  But we did it.  Crossing people´s farms, meeting horses along the way, we went to the bottom.  By the time we arrived in Tingo, with my legs feeling like spaghetti, we threw our packs against the wall of a general store and sat down exhuasted leaning against them.  The people outside the general store couldn´t help but notice how hot and sweaty we were, and they simply started laughing since they knew the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there for about an hour until a station wagon passed by and we hopped in the way back with our packs.  Now this was easily the worst car ride I´ve ever taken.  We were so tight back there it hurt.  Coupled with the dirt roads, and the cardboard covering the metal bottom, it was just awful, miserable!  We rode for about an hour, the trip supposed to take and hour and twenty minutes, when the car broke down.  I almost rejoiced seeing how I could now get out of the car.  Who rejoices when a car breaks down?  We tipped the driver and started walking/hitching.  Eventually we see a minibus coming up the mountain and they pull over to let us in.  Who is it?  None other than the same minibus in Kuélap. I laughed myself into stitches when I got on that bus knowing how hard we had worked to get to where they had comfortably rode.  10 minutes later we were relaxing in Chachapoyas.  It was a beautiful day, full of memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7541522686383564981?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7541522686383564981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7541522686383564981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7541522686383564981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7541522686383564981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/03/beetle-llamas-and-kulap.html' title='Beetle, Llamas, and Kuélap'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9GgDw2FhxI/AAAAAAAAA_c/uol3JjRI4Tw/s72-c/DSCN1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-5506090065867922125</id><published>2008-03-06T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:41:46.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Won´t ever do this again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9C5XtmaYgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-ufOTNR-Vt0/s1600-h/DSCN1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9C5XtmaYgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-ufOTNR-Vt0/s400/DSCN1190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174839788877537794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9C5X9maYhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-6tOvOfomM0/s1600-h/DSCN1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9C5X9maYhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-6tOvOfomM0/s400/DSCN1215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174839793172505106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;María, Perú Wednesday March 5th 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check below, as I have blogged twice back to back.  This is because internet is scarce right now.  I would read the one below first.  There´s so much more I want to blog about that I´ve journaled about, but just don´t have time right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Mom I won´t ever do this again.  Don´t worry.  So after we arrived in Balsas we started looking for another truck.  Balsas, home to probably some 400, is certainly not what you call a metropolis.  We asked every single truck that passed if they were going to Leimembamba and not a single one was headed that way.  Well it was about 3 oclock and we finally found a car that would make the 5 hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no highwasy between Balsas and Leimembamba.  I would go to say there is no road, but rather a wide dirt path, note the pic above.  We drove up said path into these mountains for three and a half hours!  I actually don´t think I´ve ever been on a higher mountain in my life, and we drove over it!  Magnificent views that you see above in the picture, but that´s not what I´m writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve bungee jumped off the second highest jump in the world, not as scary as that ride, I´ve jumped out of a plane, not as frightening.  Riding a bull might be the only thing I´ve done as frightening as that ride.  The bull lasted 3.5 seconds, this 3.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we were on the sides of these mountains in a car with cliffs that dropped 300 yards on the other side.  Then we would see an old landslide, those were especially tricky because he would drive over them and we would be on a bit of a tilt!  A tilt!  I don´t even like thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was nervous going up, butterflies and all that, but when we reached about 8,000 feet is when I got freaked.  I didn´t show it, but I had unlocked the door and noticed my hand was on the handle of the car door ready to jump out if the car slipped.  Why?  Because there was fog.  Actually fog is the wrong word, we were in the clouds.  We couldn´t see anything!  I´m talking you could see 10-15 feet in front of the car, but that´s it.  In the dark, in the rain, 12,000 feet up, scary as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m glad to say that when we finished the ascent and started going down the mountain, there were no more clouds.  Thankfully the clouds were rolling up the side we were ascending and then blowing over us on the way down.  Our driver in Spanish said, ¨Phew, thanks goodness the danger is over.  There´s no more fog!¨  Aside from legitimizing the fear, this relieved me because I didn´t want to feel like a wuss, and now I didn´t have to because even he was scared!  We then drove down the hill for an hour and a half and thankfully arrived in Leimembamba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I stayed at the nicest hostel in Celendín.  The picture above is the ring they have in the center of the hostel for gallos?  What are gallos?  That´s right.  The ring is for cock fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  They are currently playing Total Eclipse of the Heart in this internet cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-5506090065867922125?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/5506090065867922125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=5506090065867922125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5506090065867922125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5506090065867922125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/03/wont-ever-do-this-again.html' title='Won´t ever do this again...'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9C5XtmaYgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-ufOTNR-Vt0/s72-c/DSCN1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-6915596724155134585</id><published>2008-03-06T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:12:26.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant Cow?  What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9CybdmaYdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qrMWQ73I-3c/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9CybdmaYdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qrMWQ73I-3c/s400/DSCN1200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174832156720652754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9Cyb9maYeI/AAAAAAAAA-U/2xUJzHirtrI/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9Cyb9maYeI/AAAAAAAAA-U/2xUJzHirtrI/s400/DSCN1210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174832165310587362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leimembamba, Perú Wednesday March 5th 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin in describing yesterday´s adventures?  Well, I guess I could say there is a minibus that travels from Celendín to Balsas to Leimembamba to Chachapoyas on Sundays and Thursdays.  Yesterday was Tuesday.  So we resorted to using the good ole thumb which is available seven days a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the city center where all the trucks and cars pass, asking any truck if they were headed to Leimembamba because it´s easy to find a ride from there to Chacapoyas.  Eventually we found a truck, the size of a dumptruck, that was headed to Balsas.  He said from there we would find a truck to Leimembamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started climbing the side of the truck and looked down inside and noticed hay.  Then I saw what he was transporting.  Looking me in the eye while licking its lips was a huge and very pregnant cow.  I knew then we had chose the right truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drop our luggage in the bottom with the cow and go sit on the top with the 4-5 other passengers.  I´m sitting on a bamboo pole lengthwise in the middle but at the top of the truck, 15 feet.  I´ve got a good stance with my feet though, so it was safe.  Don´t worry Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start the ascent up the mountain and literally the road is more like a gravel path barely wide enough for this truck to fit.  Occasionally there were places that were wider so if trucks met, one could back into one of these places while the other one passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are going up!  Way up!  It was getting cold, but the views were like nothing I´ve ever seen.  The mountains of MachuPicchu were a bit more impressive, but these mountains had huge valleys!  I´ve never seen so much land in my life, never seen such wide and farfetching landscapes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point we are a bit nervous because we are literally on the side of this mountain 12,000 feet high!  Pike´s peak is 14,000 feet high, only we aren´t skiing but riding in a mac truck with a pregnant cow.  So we put on some jackets and just enjoyed the ride.  What else was to be done?  And I´d have to say it is easily in the top three as far as rides go in my lifetime.  The combination of the wind in my face, the bamboo seat, astonishing views, and the smell of cattle, all while knowing that I´m in rural rural Perú was simply breathtaking.  Exactly the kind of travelling I´m looking for.  And though it wasn´t a truck full of chickens, hitchhiking with a pregnant cow has its own merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip took about 4-5 hours and coming down the mountain was interesting.  We started in the gray cloud covered forests in the top of the mountain and descended into a pleasant lush green forest.  Continuing the descent we ended up in desert with cactuses, sand, hot sun, and jack-rabbits.  Just kidding about the jack-rabbits, but don´t think I wasn´t looking for them.  We we finally arrived in Balsas we were back in T-shirts getting sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apparently Collective Soul played in Lima a couple of weeks ago.  The sold out a stadium and had an autograph line 30 BLOCKS LONG!!!  They signed autographs from 2-7 pm!!!  So if you´re dating a peruvian around Christmas, think the Dosage album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-6915596724155134585?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/6915596724155134585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=6915596724155134585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6915596724155134585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6915596724155134585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/03/pregnant-cow-what.html' title='Pregnant Cow?  What?'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R9CybdmaYdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qrMWQ73I-3c/s72-c/DSCN1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-5948619292274630196</id><published>2008-03-03T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:58:28.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chachapoyas or Bust!</title><content type='html'>Cajamarca, Perú Monday March 3rd 11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´d put some pics up, the computer won´t let me right now.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, so I´m sort of forcing a blog here due to time, but it´s because I´m about to embark on an adventure!  We are traveling in rural Perú right now and will probably be without internet for several days.  We are trying to get to Chacapoyas, which is another Inca ruin, but unpopular because it´s very hard to get to and it´s not MachuPicchu.  We are taking a little bus along a dirt road in about an hour for five hours.  We´ll find a town of 10,000 there and stay the night.  Then hopefully we can find a truck that should take us through the Andes for about ten hours to Chacapoyas.  Chacapoyas is a decent sized town and you can get there easily by another route, but we´re adventurous and gonna see what happens.  I´m really excited about this!  If you care to google map us, we´ll be at Celendín, Perú.  Check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. In Iquitos I saw a patient who had an obvious run of the mill virus.  I mean fever for a day, not a big one, aching joints, stuffy nose, cough, but didn´t feel too bad.  Obvious virus, come back in a few days if it persists.  Well I tell her not to worry you only have a virus.  It should be gone in a couple days.  Well she gets white faced with panic.  I´m like, what did I say?  I look at my friend Teresa over there and she quickly starts telling her she doesn´t have a virus but rather just ¨agripe¨ or ¨resfrio¨ which are words for the common cold.  Apparenly the word virus translates to HIV or Hepatitis.  OOPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-5948619292274630196?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/5948619292274630196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=5948619292274630196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5948619292274630196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5948619292274630196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/03/chachapoyas-or-bust.html' title='Chachapoyas or Bust!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-2863210822433870574</id><published>2008-02-29T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:58:46.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn´t like a top ten?</title><content type='html'>Iquitos Perú Friday, February 29th noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I didn´t like blogging my journal entries everyday. A bunch of them are just boring, and no one would be interested in reading them. So instead, I´m going to only post the ones that people might find interesting. So expect blog entries about 2 to 3 times a week. This will make it easier for people to keep up with the blog as well, if they desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of the adventure I might as well come up with a top ten list of things I wish to do. It´ll be interesting to see how this list will stand up to the actual best ten things I do. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Zipline through a rainforest.&lt;br /&gt;9. Watch the sunrise on the Atlantic and set over the Pacific on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;8. Visit the Mayan ruins.&lt;br /&gt;7. Celebrate Cinco de Mayo in Mexico while wearing a sombrero.&lt;br /&gt;6. See a jaguar, panther, or puma in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do more hiking throughout the Andes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a Greyhound bus from Texas to Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to surf.&lt;br /&gt;2. Relax in a Columbian coffee plantation while sipping on their finest.&lt;br /&gt;1. Hitchhike in the back of a truck full of chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they´ll all get done, especially the top 5!  Make sure to vote on which of the top ten you would prefer most!  It´s to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-2863210822433870574?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/2863210822433870574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=2863210822433870574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2863210822433870574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2863210822433870574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-doesnt-like-top-ten.html' title='Who doesn´t like a top ten?'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1098141879420908903</id><published>2008-02-27T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:06:45.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Perú Wednesday February, 27th 3pm</title><content type='html'>3 more days until the adventure! 3 more days.  I just read my first journal entry from January 7th.  I wrote it while on the plane to Lima, somewhere over the Caribbean.  Aside from the horrible writing and penmanship, it discussed my goals for coming down here.  Listed were: learning Spanish, traveling, learning tropical medicine, enjoying this culture, volunteering, eating healthy and getting into shape, journaling, and maybe learning to play a musical instrument.  So far all but two of these have been met.  Learning tropical medicine and playing an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I´ve been volunteering here, but I don´t think I´m learning tropical medicine.  That takes studying, and I don´t wish to do that now.  I´ve decided that I´m very likely not going to live anywhere near here, so what´s the point?  I can scratch that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as learning an instrument...I CANNOT scratch that goal.  In fact, this is currently the only regret I have in life.  I wish I knew how to play an instrument!  I could buy a cheap guitar down here ($50), but I´m not sure about lugging it around.  As far as piano, that´s out of the question.  Maybe harmonica?  I´ve always loved the harmonica and actually bought a harp and book to learn back in high school.  But that was back before I had any discipline.  Who knows?  Maybe I´ll buy one, or else I´ll have to prolong this goal until the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Point:&lt;br /&gt;1.  In case anyone was wondering, post office lines in Perú are just as if not slower than in the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1098141879420908903?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1098141879420908903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1098141879420908903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1098141879420908903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1098141879420908903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-per-wednesday-february-27th-3pm.html' title='Iquitos, Perú Wednesday February, 27th 3pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-5966346785665503734</id><published>2008-02-26T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:14:50.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Perú Tuesday, February 26th 9pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R8TVYsuHSEI/AAAAAAAAA90/6CjntsM_cMw/s1600-h/stew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R8TVYsuHSEI/AAAAAAAAA90/6CjntsM_cMw/s400/stew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171492892426324034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture:  This is just a cool picture, but I definitely look like a drug lord.  For the record, I´m not a drug lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown until the adventure begins: 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past couple of days I have been back studying Pediatrics.  Back to the grind, not fully, but studying like 5 hours a day.  And to speak honestly, it has been very refreshing!  I´ve loved it!  I love medicine and cannot wait to get back working hard in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just count this blessing as one that carries much weight.  I love what I do, and that is so fortunate!  I may be cursing these words later, but I´m looking forward to residency.  How fortunate to have a chance to work hard and learn a trade that you love.  Bring on that challenge, it´s not a challenge but an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s been a while since I´ve done actual hard work.  Not that studying pediatrics for 5 hours a day for three days is hard work, or anything close to it, but it has reminded me that I enjoy hard work.  That´s the weirdest thing, but I do enjoy working hard.  It´s part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Point:&lt;br /&gt;1. So that date the other nite?  We went out to eat at a respectable burger joint, as opposed to street burgers which might taste better.  Well my friend Rhett came as well to eat, and as he bought my previous meal, I bought his that nite.  So there were three of us sitting down for burgers, fries, and drinks.  I picked up the whole bill.  It was all of six dollars and a quarter.  God bless the dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. So it´s hard to find bourbon or a good whiskey down here.  When you do it´s normally Grants or something just terrible.  Well I was shell-shocked the otherday when I walked into a cornerstore called Marthita´s.  It´s a little grocery store that if you saw it in the States you would think, DO NOT GO THERE.  Here it´s normal.  Sure enough, Martha sells the nasty normal bourbon as well as Johnny Walker Blue Label!!!  For those that don´t know, it´s like $150 a bottle wholesale!  It blew my mind.  The bottle retailed for $200.  It is probably the most aged whiskey in South America as no one here will ever be able to afford that, much less go to Marthita´s in search of good whiskey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-5966346785665503734?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/5966346785665503734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=5966346785665503734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5966346785665503734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5966346785665503734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-per-tuesday-february-26th-9pm.html' title='Iquitos, Perú Tuesday, February 26th 9pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R8TVYsuHSEI/AAAAAAAAA90/6CjntsM_cMw/s72-c/stew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-7510773345906376517</id><published>2008-02-24T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:00:35.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Perú Sunday February 24th, Noon</title><content type='html'>Am I a bad person for going on dates to practice my Spanish?  No, I´m kidding, but it is funny to me because there is a hint of truth in that comment.  Any couple who speak different languages will tell you the quickest way to learn a language is to date somebody in that language.  I can see how that´s true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days ago I met this girl in a lab next to Eva´s lab.  She is a friends with Eva´s coworkers, and they told me I should ask her out as she wanted to go out with me.  Well me, being the person never to turn down a date, asked her out for Friday nite.  Now we had a great time!  We went out to eat, hung out in the Plaza (central square), and just had a great time.  She´s smart, sexy, fun everything I would want in a girlfriend, but I know it will go nowhere because I leave in six days.  She knows that too, which is obviously important.  But nonetheless we went out again last nite, had a great time, and she wants to go out dancing tonite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course I´m not going to pass up a good nite dancing, especially in South America!  So we are going out again tonite.  And all the while I get to practice my Spanish for 4-5 hours a day when we hang out.  Which begs the original question, Am I a bad person for going on dates to practice my Spanish?  I don´t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one funny/interesting thing to say about our date last nite.  I don´t mean to generalize, but I´m about to.  As I´ve said before, I feel women in Venezuela, Ecuador, and Peru are much more romantic than women in the United States.  Now, by no means am I knocking on women in the U.S., but rather showing a cultural difference.  Here´s what happened yesterday.  We are hanging out in a hammock having as what she described ¨momentos lindos¨, when she looks me in the eyes and starts singing to me.  She has a beautiful voice, and the song was a Shakira song that I recognized.  A romantic but not cheesy song.  Now at the time it was really nice and as she said a ¨beautiful moment¨.  All was well and it made for a great date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But contrast that with America.  If on a second date a girl stopped what she was doing, looked me in the eye, and started singing to me?  ¨Woah babe, you´re trying a little bit too hard.¨ I don´t know, maybe I´m being unfair to American women, but I´ve been on a lot of second dates, never have I been sung to, and I would say I´m thankful for that.  I think the word ¨cheeseball¨ might pop into my head, or maybe just the word ¨trouble¨.  I just thought that was funny and wanted to write about it.  With that said, I would kill to date a girl who has a good folk voice.  So go figure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7510773345906376517?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7510773345906376517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7510773345906376517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7510773345906376517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7510773345906376517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-per-sunday-february-24th-noon.html' title='Iquitos, Perú Sunday February 24th, Noon'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-6963588121494002607</id><published>2008-02-23T13:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:31:46.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Perú Saturday Mom´s Birthday 11am</title><content type='html'>Well last nite my family celebrated my mom´s birthday! They of course went to Pablo´s, which is not only the only restaurant our family goes out to eat to, but also the restaurant we always go to for birthdays.  I´m excited about becoming a regular at their bar when I return. Alcoholic? Just kidding, a regular so I can keep up my Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish I was at the party last nite!  One major reason I took a year off was to find out if I could live apart from Alabama, apart from my family and friends.  I have always had these dreams of living in exotic places.  Whether they are in the United States like Boston, San Diego, Montana, or New York, or international places like Perú, Zambia, India, or China.  I am also at a point in my life where I am going to have to choose if I wish to live in a different city within the US with residency coming soon.  And after residency I will need to choose a place to live whether it be international or stateside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this said, I feel I have traveled more than the average American my age.  I spent a summer (3 months) living in Zambia, South Africa and Rwanda.  I spent two months traveling Europe, and now I have spent six months living in South America.  I have also traveled extensively within the United States, seeing Boston, D.C., Chicago, San Fran, New York, the list goes on and on.  And with that said, I love Alabama!  I have spent 25 years developing an incredible family, more friends than I can handle, and several friends that mean the world to me!  That´s a third of my life! Developing this wonderful life!   Now I know if I moved away I would not be throwing away these relationships, they would always be there for me because they are good people.  But why not enjoy them?  Why not suck every bit of life and goodness out of these relationships?  Is that not what life is about in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was not intending to write all this, but it sort of came out.  I am more and more thankful everyday that I have taken this year off because it has taught me that I need Alabama!  I need my family and friends!  And that, Lord willing, I will live in Alabama in the future.  I can believe I´m even saying this, but it´s the truth!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be in Alabama now celebrating my mom´s birthday!  I guess I´ll restart with my sister´s. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I´m sorry the video didn´t work yesterday.  Truly, it´s amazing.  I´ll show anyone when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Saw some kids the other day.  They were roller blading.  Where?  In the mud.  Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-6963588121494002607?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/6963588121494002607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=6963588121494002607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6963588121494002607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6963588121494002607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-per-saturday-moms-birthday-11am.html' title='Iquitos, Perú Saturday Mom´s Birthday 11am'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-2697266046755444064</id><published>2008-02-22T11:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:56:24.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Peru Thursday February 21st, 7pm</title><content type='html'>I just studied vocabulary for probably two hours and I feel my mind is fried. Anyone who has ever learned another language probably hates to study vocabulary. I know I don´t like it! It´s like the mail, it just never ends. You can never feel like you accomplished a lot when studying vocab. I guess I would never make it as a postal worker. I really have no news for today. I ended up not watching a movie the other nite, so I´m going tonite! Just counting down the days till we leave, which is eight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Point: 1. I have been waiting for an uninteresting journal entry to publish this blog point. It marks not only the first video blog point, but also the blog´s first ever posted video! Very exciting! I´m not going to explain it more than to say this is the greatest firework ever created. 25 feet of Bamboo and fireworks. That´s all it takes. 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Part of that was due to the great teaching session I had this afternoon and another part was due to Tom Sawyer.  The teaching session was about three hours today with a student Marianella.  it´s obvious that she really wants to learn English, so I am glad to teach her.  It´s funny because she works in a lab so she knows words like incubator and centrifuge, but I had to teach her words like ¨also¨.  Couldn´t you just imagine a child learning the word centrifuge before the word also?  I don´t know, but I would think the word ¨also¨ should come around age 4.  If I had a 4 year old throwing around words like ¨malaria strains¨ I would be a bit nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Tom Sawyer passed the day with me today as well.  I´m sad he´s gone because that marks the last of the books in English!  But boy what a good taste he has left.  I simply love Mark Twain and rereading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is kin to watching Forrest Gump.  It´s just goodness and more endearing everytime.  I say it is my last book in English, but I still have The People´s History of the United States on Sundays, and I can always buy others, but having already read 5 books in English this trip, it is time to start the Spanish!  Lord knows my Spanish needs to improve, and books are good for that.  I´m half way done with a translated Twain´s Prince and Pauper, then I´m going to read Robin Hood in Spanish.  Then on to Cien Años en Soledad by Gabriel García Marquez!  I´ve always wished to read that book in English, so the Spanish should only make it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn´t see the eclipse tonite.  It was too cloudy here.  I hear the next one will come in 2010.  I´ll have to see that one!  I´ve seen shooting stars, comet showers, and nearly been struck by lightning (it knocked me down), but I´ve NEVER seen an eclipse!  I guess it will just be all the sweeter when I see one someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7029345936950251936?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7029345936950251936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7029345936950251936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7029345936950251936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7029345936950251936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-peru-wednesday-february-20th.html' title='Iquitos, Peru Wednesday February 20th, 11pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-7020520737454277315</id><published>2008-02-20T15:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:39:59.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Peru Tuesday February 19th 7pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7yOUMuHR_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/hx9awPROEQg/s1600-h/llama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7yOUMuHR_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/hx9awPROEQg/s400/llama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169162949977655282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture: The is me and a llama.  Which in my opinion rocks.  I put this picture up though because it shows my backpack.  Granted it´s not full, but it´s the backpack that I´ve written about below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I´m so ready to start my adventure!  Iquitos is this great city and offers me so much, but all I can think about is what lies ahead.  These next eleven days are probably going to pass slowly.  I just talked with somebody today who spent more than a month in Columbia and just fell in love with the country.  I hear that time and time again about Columbia.  I´m really damn excited to get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my pack today to see if everything would fit.  Worth noting, I am only taking one backpack!  It´s amazing how much ¨stuff¨ we accumulate back home, that we don´t need.  I re-realize this when packing for a three month adventure and all I have is a backpack a little larger than the one I wore to high school.  I do want to note what I am carrying as I imagine I would be inclined to read this later in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5 pairs of underwear     -my chaco´s     -1 pair of jeans     -1 lock and chain&lt;br /&gt;-4 pairs of socks         -my tenis shoes -2 pairs of shorts   -1 travel pillow&lt;br /&gt;-4 t-shirts               -3 books        -1 head lamp         -half a towel&lt;br /&gt;-2 button down shirts     -1 dopp kit     -1 journal           -1 pair of swimtrunks&lt;br /&gt;-1 deck of cards          -1 pullover     -1 Auburn ball cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but most importantly, one hammock!  Granted I am hitching the travel pillow and chaco´s to the outer part of the bag, but I´m still impressed that everything else fits!  It´s not a big backpack!  Anyway, writing about this is only making me more excited!  I´m going to see a movie tonight at the cines, likely in Spanish, surely for a dollar and a quarter!  Let me know if I´ve forgotten anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7020520737454277315?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7020520737454277315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7020520737454277315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7020520737454277315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7020520737454277315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-peru-tuesday-february-19th-7pm.html' title='Iquitos, Peru Tuesday February 19th 7pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7yOUMuHR_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/hx9awPROEQg/s72-c/llama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-7829900956814815450</id><published>2008-02-19T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:01:48.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Peru Monday February 18th, 7pm</title><content type='html'>Today has been pretty chill.  I worked this morning as I do every morning, save Sundays, at the Health Center.  There is a nice doctor, Emerson, that lets me shadow him every morning from 7-11.  It´s nothing exciting, but I do get to listen and speak in Spanish for four hours a day.  And that is what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve also decided to tutor English for the last two weeks that I´m here.  I´m giving lessons to about 4-5 friends/employees of Eva´s lab from 4-8 in the afternoon everyday until I leave.  We just made a schedule and already I´m practically full!  It´s great seeing people wanting to learn English!  So that should be fun and rewarding.  Hopefully I can teach them some good English as well as give them a southern accent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Women here dress differently.  I´m not sure if it´s just the lack of jobs, so when people get a job they dress well, or if women just want to look really sexy all the time.  Two examples.  One, the lady who pumped our gas the other day was sure enough wearing a MINI-MINI skirt. Two, we stopped into a different gas station the other day to buy a drink.  The woman behind the counter running the gas station was really cute and was wearing this 1970´s airline stewardess outfit.  It even included that thing that went around their necks.  Can you imagine that in the States?  I can´t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7829900956814815450?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7829900956814815450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7829900956814815450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7829900956814815450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7829900956814815450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-peru-monday-february-18th-7pm.html' title='Iquitos, Peru Monday February 18th, 7pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1906689171260161853</id><published>2008-02-18T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:52:21.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Peru Sunday February 17th 3pm</title><content type='html'>So it´s Sunday and with Sunday comes The People´s History to The United States, which I read every Sunday.  I wish every single American could read this book as it will open your eyes to a different telling of our nation´s history.  This week I read about The Mexican War.  I was quite ignorant as to the excessive brutality of that war.  Though Mexico drew blood first, we were already stationed on their land provoking war.  It seems the war was only fought to expand our land and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to read the strong feelings of manifest destiny that our country had to help justify the Mexican War.  Many teachers, politicians, and pastors believed in the war to be able to spread the superior white culture.  This was also expressed when we slaughtered the Native Americans and is still expressed today.  I think it is important to see how this idea of a superior culture was embedded in our ancestors and is still with us today.  I have seen time after time where the white Western European or American still believes that their way is the correct way.  It is practiced in business everyday, in medicine, in almost any field.  It is also interesting to think how that was not the case of the Mexicans or Native Americans, as they accepted many or our practices.  Reading about this crusade during the 1840´s seems brutal and vulgar in ways that could never occur today.  Yet today we are still forcing our culture on others, whether through killing or not.  It was just surprising to read how much killing we had done in the past for this cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was more than I could handle!  At 3:30 I was falling asleep in my chair waiting for my burger to come.  Just call me a mamita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1906689171260161853?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1906689171260161853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1906689171260161853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1906689171260161853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1906689171260161853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-peru-sunday-february-17th-3pm.html' title='Iquitos, Peru Sunday February 17th 3pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1879543271415748509</id><published>2008-02-17T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:24:45.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iquitos, Peru February 16th 8pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7iJHmG7RAI/AAAAAAAAA9E/4S6VnhP0L_E/s1600-h/lancha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7iJHmG7RAI/AAAAAAAAA9E/4S6VnhP0L_E/s400/lancha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168031335989330946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture:  I slept here for four days.  Literally people six inches to both sides of me and people sleeping on the floor below me.  It was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I´ll try out my journal entry from yesterday.  The journal entries should get more interesting once I leave Iquitos in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of sentiment.  It started off by Trey, my brother, being online for a gchat.  We chatted for about an hour, and it was just great catching up with him.  He is one who my admiration runs incredibly high, so anyone who knows me, knows that was a great way to start my day.  Then Eva told me I could find a phone at her office where I could call the U.S. for free!  So with my mom´s bday being only a week away, I called my folks for about twenty minutes!  It´s always good to hear their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I sat with three students who are trying to learn English.  We practiced my conversational Spanish for about an hour and then I helped them with their basic English for about an hour and a half.  They are very polite and definitely want to learn English so it is a good co-op.  I´m looking forward to doing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going out!  I´m excited because it should be more than I can handle.  Dancing down here is completely different than the States.  Full sweats, not the pants, but sweating, and such good rythym.  It should a damn good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1879543271415748509?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1879543271415748509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1879543271415748509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1879543271415748509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1879543271415748509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/iquitos-peru-february-16th-8pm.html' title='Iquitos, Peru February 16th 8pm'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7iJHmG7RAI/AAAAAAAAA9E/4S6VnhP0L_E/s72-c/lancha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-8327057206149172523</id><published>2008-02-16T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:49:16.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7cTz2G7Q_I/AAAAAAAAA80/kW0XxL_fxHc/s1600-h/spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7cTz2G7Q_I/AAAAAAAAA80/kW0XxL_fxHc/s400/spoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167620878849754098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have some exciting news!  I was debating on waiting two weeks before posting it, but I´ve decided to go ahead and do it.  My cousin Merrill, who lived with me last semester in Quito, is coming to Peru in two weeks.  I like to say that he is coming to pick me up to go back to Alabama.  Only catch is that we are headed back to Alabama by land!  Traveling through 11 countries in what I hope to be 13 weeks, we are traveling by bus, boat, train, and foot until we get to Alabama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see the blog has changed a lot already.  What I think I´m planning on doing, or at least I´m going to start out doing, is just publishing my journal entries.  I´ve been keeping a journal ever since I left in January 7th, and I´ve written in it everyday but one.  This should be easier for me and more informative for whoever wants to keep up with the journey!  If there isn´t a computer around, I´m just going to type my journal entries from days past in the blog whenever time allows.  I´m excited about this.  We will see how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I might try to add a picture or two everyday.  Just random pics to make this blog more exciting.  Oh, and the blog points won´t go anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my journeys to Pantoja, Peru and traveling by boat from Pantoja to Iquitos, yall will just have to get those stories over a beer.  They´d be better over a beer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is from the boat.  They didn´t tell us we needed to bring silverware so I widdled that spoon and used it for four days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apparently Rey Misterio is very popular here.  Or at least the baseball caps express that opinion.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I´m sitting next to a friend whose name is Odelio Perfecto.  No lie.  Kid is bound to succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-8327057206149172523?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/8327057206149172523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=8327057206149172523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/8327057206149172523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/8327057206149172523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-blog.html' title='The New Blog!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R7cTz2G7Q_I/AAAAAAAAA80/kW0XxL_fxHc/s72-c/spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-445430965098488831</id><published>2008-02-14T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:26:48.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfermedades</title><content type='html'>So I´m not sure what kind of immune system I´ve got.  Good?  Bad?  Militant?  Prankful?  Just not sure.  Obviously it is a mix of my mom´s and dad´s, but I really just can´t figure out why it does what it does.  I know that sounds kind of funny to open a blog up with, but see I´ve been sick for the past five days.  And for that reason, I haven´t blogged like I said I was going to.  For four of those days I had fever of about 100.5-101.5.  Not like part of the day either, but for 96 hours straight.  I did not feel good.  I checked my email and such, but if I had written something I feel only Sylvia Plath may have enjoyed reading it before she sticking her head in the oven, or was that the Wolfe girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I´m feeling much better.  This whole day I have felt back in my usual spirits.  So I decided to go to work this morning with a doctor that I´ve been introduced to here in Iquitos, Peru.  Well we are seeing patients and all and one comes in complaining of headache, muscle cramps, fever, abdominal pain, lack of energy, and paleness since Saturday.  Now I am almost laughing out loud because those were all my symptoms!  Then the doctor says to her, you probably have Dengue Fever.  Now that thought had definitely crossed my mind because it is endemic here, but it is still rare.  I was looking at the charts and it was like 5-10 people each week get it at this clinic that sees, what? over 1000 patients a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take the girl to the lab and she starts testing for Dengue.  The test for Dengue is they put a blood pressure cuff on your arm, inflate it to more than half of your average blood pressure, then they keep it there for five minutes to build pressure, and then they take it off, if you have more than 20 petechiae (little bits of blood under your skin) you have Dengue.  While we are waiting I ask the nurse about this test because we don´t see Dengue in The States.  The nurse tells me that it´s an excellent test but you have to be between days 5 and 7 of the illness.  And I´m thinking, ¨My fever started Saturday making this 1,2,3,4, dangit the 5th day.  But I´m all right now, I feel good, can´t have Dengue.¨ Well she does it and her test turns out negative.  I then tell the nurse what happened to me thinking it was funny it was the same as this patient, and she tells me to sit down cause we´re checking for it.  (Apparently they have a Dengue study going on and need all the samples they can it.)  Well so they inflate the cuff and after what seemed like an eon but turned out to be 35 seconds, my hand was fast asleep, and after what seemed like forever but turned out to be five minutes, she took off the cuff.  I look down and see what could have been an army of at least 50 petechiae!  Diagnosis: ¨+¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now what I said about my immune system earlier being a prankster is because I feel this is all a joke.  Here I am in my last year of medical school learning about these rare infections of sorts but treating all the common colds, bugs, and diarrheas of the world.  I am a healthy person.  At one point I went seven years without throwing up.  Yes all of high school and three years of college without throwing up one time!  Sometimes during that stretch I wanted to throw up just to remember what it felt like.  (Probably on the list of worst desires ever.)  I never get the commmon cold, I never take ¨sick days.¨  It just doesn´t happen unless something rare happens.  I got a Urinary Tract Infection my senior year of college.  Sounds simple right?  Wrong, UTIs in 20 year old healthy males are almost unheard of.  I´ve had four since starting medical school.  What else have I had?  Shingles.  The same shingles you get if you are over 65 or have late HIV.  So weird.  What else since medical school started?  Malaria.  (Which I might add hear that Dengue is like a 10k compared to Brad Denney and I´s Malaria marathon.)  And now Dengue Fever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the med students who read this post will enjoy it more, maybe you enjoyed it, but it was on my mind, and I felt I needed to explain why I hadn´t written in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new plan for the blog that I´m excited about!  I´ll show yall tomorrow or the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Riding down the river that we spent nearly 6 days on boats riding down, we passed what looked like a hotel on a boat. Someone pretty witty must have painted the name of it´s front, as it read ¨Floatel¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I called home a few weeks ago to talk with the folks, and when I dialed the number I dialed the following 0012059675859.  (Now that is my mom and dad´s number.  No Prank Calls!)  After dialing the 001 a light popped up saying United States, and I thought, wow what a smart phone.  After dialing 205 another word popped up.  Was it Alabama?  No.  Apparently phones can spell well or are a bit confused on geography because it came up as United States: Alejandria.  Though Alejandria does have a good ring to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  This is good.  I saw a brand of children´s underwear the other day.  They were wrapped and packaged about like you would see Fruit of the Loom or Hanes in the States.  There was a picture of this kid, a little bit chubby, probably 12 years old, wearing nothing but his briefs on the front of the package.  What was the name of this underwear brand?  I think Poot of the Doom or Stains, anything would have been cuter than what it was.  The brandname was Stripper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-445430965098488831?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/445430965098488831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=445430965098488831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/445430965098488831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/445430965098488831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/enfermedades.html' title='Enfermedades'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1328554635736456392</id><published>2008-02-08T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:50:47.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo Rocafuerte</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just have so much to tell, and I simply cannot do it in one&lt;br /&gt;blog entry.  The reason I haven´t blogged in a while is because for&lt;br /&gt;the past two weeks I have been in a place where there has not been any&lt;br /&gt;internet.  In the middle of the rainforest.  How I got there and more&lt;br /&gt;importantly how I got here, Iquitos Peru, has simply been one of the&lt;br /&gt;best adventures of my life.  So I´m planning on blogging like three or&lt;br /&gt;four times this week in hopes to catch up.  We will have a blog about&lt;br /&gt;Nuevo Rocafuerte, Pantoja, the boat ride, and finally Iquitos, so&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I guess four blogs in four or five days.  Pictures are to come&lt;br /&gt;soon, maybe later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so we went all through Ecuador to a town called Coca, where I&lt;br /&gt;blogged last.  Then from Coca we took a 12 hour boat ride (a simple&lt;br /&gt;skip down the river in comparison to later) to a town called Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Rocafuerte.  I had been planning on working in Nuevo Rocafuerte for&lt;br /&gt;like a month, as I had a contact in the little hospital they have&lt;br /&gt;there.  The town is a lot like Mayberry on first impression.  There&lt;br /&gt;are about 300 people that live there, one restaurant, one bar, one&lt;br /&gt;police station, one health center, and about 300 canoes.  In&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland I think the people get issued a knife when they turn 16 or&lt;br /&gt;something like that.  In Nuevo Rocafuerte they probably have a similar&lt;br /&gt;tradition except with canoes made out of trees.  There are no cars, as&lt;br /&gt;there is nowhere to drive, but plenty of canoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would liken Nuevo Rocafuerte to the American Frontier back in the&lt;br /&gt;day.  Now I know I wasn´t around for the 1849 gold rush, but I have&lt;br /&gt;seen the movie Lonesome Dove, Dances with Wolves, and more importantly&lt;br /&gt;put in countless hours into the legendary game, Oregon Trail.  The&lt;br /&gt;family I lived with had a farm that grew bananas and rice.  In their&lt;br /&gt;backyard they had tons of chickens, ducks, hogs, banana trees, mango&lt;br /&gt;trees, coconut trees, papaya trees, and a dog.  I mean, they really&lt;br /&gt;lived off the land.  The father, Cesar, also had a tool shed about&lt;br /&gt;back where I am sure the hospital probably does its neurosurgery.  If&lt;br /&gt;your motor to your canoe breaks down, it´s not like you can take it to&lt;br /&gt;the shop, you´ve gotta fix it.  Also, you can´t just go to the grocery&lt;br /&gt;store or the market, because there isn´t one.  I mean this place was&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got there and after five days of working in the hospital I&lt;br /&gt;realized we were averaging like five or six patients a day.  There&lt;br /&gt;just wasn´t a lot going on in the hospital.  I asked if this was&lt;br /&gt;normal and found out that they are just a really slow hospital.  Now&lt;br /&gt;six people a day in the hospital would be a dream come true if I was&lt;br /&gt;on call at Children´s in Birmingham. But here where I need to practice&lt;br /&gt;my Spanish (learn my medical Spanish), it is just unacceptable for me.&lt;br /&gt; That coupled with it being painstakingly boring in that town led me&lt;br /&gt;to go ahead and go to Iquitos, Peru where I knew I could see many&lt;br /&gt;patients.  (In fact my first day is tomorrow and I think I´m seeing&lt;br /&gt;like 20 some odd in the morning.)  I thought the trip to Iquitos would&lt;br /&gt;take something like four days.  I was wrong.  More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While in route to Nuevo Rocafuerte this person stops at a house in&lt;br /&gt;the middle of nowhere and takes his luggage off the boat with him.&lt;br /&gt;Two suitcases, one he is carrying, the other on his back.  He sets the&lt;br /&gt;first one down and unzips it after he gets off and a puppies head&lt;br /&gt;sticks out of the bag.  It was oh so cute.  Well it climbs out, then&lt;br /&gt;another, then another, then another.  I can´t remember, but I think&lt;br /&gt;six puppies crawl out of that suitcase.  So, if you are planning on&lt;br /&gt;taking your dog with you to South America, no need buying a crate.&lt;br /&gt;Just put it in your suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While working in the hospital, I worked with this one girl who&lt;br /&gt;added ¨ita¨ and ¨ito¨ to every single word she said.  Adding ito and&lt;br /&gt;ita to the ends of words is a way to make a word smaller and more&lt;br /&gt;affectionate.  Instead of saying Hola amigo (hey friend) you might say&lt;br /&gt;Hola amigito (Hey friend (younger or smaller) and buddy).  It´s&lt;br /&gt;endearing and I love that aspect of the language.  But the other day&lt;br /&gt;we were talking with this mother and infant.  Well she says Por favor,&lt;br /&gt;saque la rop¨ita¨ de el.  Please take off his ¨little cute clothes¨.&lt;br /&gt;Then keeps saying it and then we get to his diarrhea, well she says&lt;br /&gt;Como es su cacita?  That is basically like saying What is his little&lt;br /&gt;cute poopoo like?  No.  Nothing affectionate about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The other day my friend Bjorn was taking a bus and had his luggage&lt;br /&gt;underneath the bus.  When he arrived at his destination he feels like&lt;br /&gt;his luggage smells a bit.  When he questions the driver, it turns out&lt;br /&gt;that a pig peed on it while both the pig and bag were riding under the&lt;br /&gt;bus.  Only in South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1328554635736456392?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1328554635736456392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1328554635736456392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1328554635736456392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1328554635736456392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/02/nuevo-rocafuerte.html' title='Nuevo Rocafuerte'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1282346836427870616</id><published>2008-01-22T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:07:37.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepeltura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esh6s5fdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/UuuNV91qyFs/s1600-h/Fauviano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esh6s5fdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/UuuNV91qyFs/s400/Fauviano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158781596869426642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esh6s5feI/AAAAAAAAA64/_R1AnFR1n5s/s1600-h/Gas+Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esh6s5feI/AAAAAAAAA64/_R1AnFR1n5s/s400/Gas+Station.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158781596869426658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esias5ffI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HVHRZvni5Oc/s1600-h/Ba%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esias5ffI/AAAAAAAAA7A/HVHRZvni5Oc/s400/Ba%C3%B1os.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158781605459361266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esiqs5fgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/dp2ReV2fvNI/s1600-h/Casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esiqs5fgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/dp2ReV2fvNI/s400/Casa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158781609754328578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not sure how to put pictures in places yet, so the following pics will explain themselves below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious a lot has passed since I last wrote.  I went to the desert in Lima and stayed a night, went to a Peruvian beach called Mancora, crossed the border into Ecuador in the craziest town I have ever seen, passed probably 45-50 hours in buses, spent a couple of nights in a very colonial town, Cuenca, Ecuador.  My friend Eva had her passport stolen, so we have been in Quito getting her a new one, and honestly I have not had any time to rest.  Nonetheless, it has been great.  Everyday is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you about this one afternoon evening that happened.  We have stayed in hostals in MachuPicchu, family houses in Peru, bed and breakfasts in Cuenca, and huge colonial buildings in Quito, but nothing compares to where we stayed in Agua Verdes, Peru.  In my opinion, the following is what traveling is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am traveling with a friend, Eva, and a friend of hers from the United States, Amy. Eva works with malaria in Iquitos, Peru and has a bunch of Peruvian friends.  So we were also traveling with them.  Well, one of them, Juan Carlos, a doctor that works in the jungle says that instead of staying at the beach in Mancora, he has a friend we could all stay with just north of here in Aguas Verde.  We stay that is cool and head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now "just north of here" really translated to more than an hour car rides away.  So I figure in my head that this must be some place to stay to drive out of the way for so long.  We finally get to Aguas Verdes and pull over in this gas station when Juan Carlos tells us to get our bags out because we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am thinking, well thats nice, his friend is going to pick us up at this gas station.  Meanwhile Juan Carlos starts heading for the baños (bathrooms), which makes good sense only he is still carrying his luggage.  Well, I thought that makes sense too because you never want to leave your luggage lying around, especially in South America where it will get stolen.  Only by now he has turned his head around and beckoned for us to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head with him only to find out that his friend Koya works at the gas station and lives behind it, and so we have reached where we are going to stay.  So we walk in and I notice it has two rooms and two double beds, everything else is concrete.  Before I could count how many people were there, Koya asks me if I want to go get some food with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I´m hailing a mototaxi with Koya. A mototaxi is a motorcycle that has been rigged to have four wheels total, with the back two wheels carrying a cart in which Koya and I are going to ride. I look over at Koya, and think if the mototaxi is the best idea becuase he is HUGE.  I´m not sure what the guy does at the gas station, but it probably has something to do with lifting engines with his hands.  We hop in and ride to the restaurant and thankfully don´t tip over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to the station with the food and eat.  I meet Koya´s son, Fauviano, who is climbing our mountain of luggage and playing with his pet turtle.  Then Koya turns on the television, and puts on a DVD.  I´m hoping for the latest Johnny Depp or maybe Shrek 4 in English, but it turns out to be a music DVD of none other than Def Leppard. And its loud. So now as we are ¨pouring some sugar¨ Koya pops open the Cristál. Yes Perú has a beer named Cristál. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve known for a while now that it is very rude to turn down in gift in South America.  Especially food or drink.  What I learned that night is that it is Peruvian tradition to keep passing a liter sized beer around until it is finished.  Then you get another one.  Then another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this is going on Koya keeps playing different music for us to enjoy.  Starting with Def Leppard we then went to White Snake, and Nirvana.  Then we go on to AC/DC and Judas Priest.  Next it was Iron Maiden and Motorhead.  And I swear Koya, whose email address is Koyametal@something.com (no joke), and Juan Carlos are just in Heaven listening to this.  Meanwhile I´m sitting next to them with a turtle crawling all over me just mesmerized that they know all this music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep drinking more beer when Koya puts on this last DVD and tells me I will like it.  Well I really haven´t liked any of these bands minus Nirvana, but I´ve had an incredible time watching them, so I tell him I´m excited.  Now this is the first band of the night I hadn´t heard of, if any of you have, may God have mercy on your soul.  The band is called Sepeltura and they are from Brasil but sing in English.  We listened to one of their best songs, which might have one of the better song titles of all time.  Sorry Mom, but the song was called The Orgasmatron.  Watching Sepeltura play The Orgasmatron I was thinking that at any minute that Devil from Guitar Hero was going to jump out the television and rock me until I became dust.  Thankfully that didn´t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it was time for bed and I counted eight people.  Remember two double beds.  But also remember the Cristál.  The concrete floor treated me nice that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this said, I don´t think Koya and his wife Mercedes could have been better hosts.  They paid for all the food and beer, and I hope someday to return there and enjoy some more time with that family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are in El Coca, Ecuador.  I just bought some tickets to Nuevo Rocafuerte that leaves in the morning.  12 hours of canoe-boat tomorrow, then a couple nights there, then a few more nights in boats until we get to Iquitos, Peru.  We are officially in the rain forest, so after we leave El Coca, I won´t have any internet for a while.  So don´t expect updates until February.  The reason we are taking boats for the next several nights is because there are no roads.  That´s a reality check.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stewdog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1282346836427870616?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1282346836427870616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1282346836427870616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1282346836427870616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1282346836427870616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/01/sepeltura.html' title='Sepeltura'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5esh6s5fdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/UuuNV91qyFs/s72-c/Fauviano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-6854288897975129212</id><published>2008-01-19T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:26:04.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MachuPicchu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_xczoviI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bbbyJ3j4nlg/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_xczoviI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bbbyJ3j4nlg/s320/Nueva+imagen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254642071551522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_xszovjI/AAAAAAAAA44/dvwetI_o7XA/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_xszovjI/AAAAAAAAA44/dvwetI_o7XA/s320/Nueva+imagen2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254646366518834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_yMzovkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/X4pRdKW-Sow/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_yMzovkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/X4pRdKW-Sow/s320/Nueva+imagen3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254654956453442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_yszovlI/AAAAAAAAA5I/h_pSgAEAzuo/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_yszovlI/AAAAAAAAA5I/h_pSgAEAzuo/s320/Nueva+imagen4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254663546388050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all.  I´m sorry for not blogging, but I just didn´t really care to blog in the United States.  I figured yall probably wouldn´t have wanted to read it.  I should have though because by me not blogging, yall couldn´t follow Gonzo Wilson´s blog, as his is dependent on mine.  Jason, how do you feel being my dependent?  Una Mamita!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also go to my pictures as I have uploaded a bunch. I haven´t labeled them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have ALWAYS wanted to go to MachuPicchu.  So I did.  This past week!!!  It was awesome? beautiful? awe inspiring? breath taking? thought provoking?  I´m not really sure how to describe it.  You need to go.  I got to Cusco and found a tour with a bunch of people from Argentina, Chile, Brasil, Peru, Canada, The United States.  It was a 3 night four day trip with one day of mountain biking, two days hiking along the Inca Trail, and one day at MachuPicchu.  Food and all for $190!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could go on forever about all these adventures, but I don´t have the time nor do yall probably have the patience.  I´m recording everything everyday in a journal, so if you need more info, holla.  So instead, I´ll just talk about the Andes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve lived in the Andes all last semester, but no mountain last semester was like these mountains.  Imagine just these huge mountains, thousands of feet tall, all completely green.  It doesn´t matter if there was a 100 yard rock wall, it was covered in green.  And not just one type of green, hundreds of shades of green.  I mean an artist could take months painting a painting of one of these mountains and still not mix enough greens to do it justice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that you couldn´t help but notice is how small you felt.  These mountains were huge, and we hiked on trails that were not but a few feet wide with thousands of feet of mountain to fall below you and thousands of feet above you as well.  You could see farmers some half a mile away on a different mountain and they just looked like ants.  Seeing how small they looked in addition with being in a place with so much beauty just made you realize the power of our Creator.  I mean I´m sure he´s interested in us and all, but he´s got other things going on as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a saying here, well not a saying but a toast.  Your first few sips of beer have to be poured on the ground and dedicated to Mama Pacha (Mother Earth).  At first I thought it was fun but silly.  After hiking and seeing how small you are in comparison to Nature, I take the toast more seriously now.  I mean it´s still fun and all, but there´s a real hint of truth in it.  I guess I could explain my thoughts like this.  In America I feel like everything is for me or my friends.  For people.  I mean day to day it´s all about education, working, movies, music, reading, playing sports, yada yada yada.   But those days in the Andes, it wasn´t like I was trying to think about Nature, I was forced to.  There was no avoiding it, and it was such a separate entity than myself that I was practically praising nature. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as MachuPicchu goes, it was amazing.  I didn´t realize until I got there that it sits on top of a grand mountain in the midst of some many more.  All I can say is go.  And hike there.  Don´t do the whole touristy go to Aguas Calientes and then take the bus up and all.  Hike it.  Something interesting though, was as amazing as MachuPicchu was, I kept looking away from MachuPicchu towards all the mountains.  As if the mountains were far more beautiful and interesting than the ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny having a bit of a serious Blog.  But it´s not like MachuPicchu is funny.  I do have some great stories from the trip though, but I won´t go into them now.  I´ll blog again in a couple of more days.  That blog will be dedicated to Robby Brumberg, and if you don´t know Robby, expect a blog that is as random as it is funny.  And now for some Blog Points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I´ve been traveling with this doctor who must be popular because of all the calls he receives.  I may be bias in saying this being in medical school, but would you be surprised if his ringtone for a day was hardcore Metallica?  Because I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keeping with music, when I was getting off the plane in Lima I had to wait for everyone to get their luggage as I was in the back.  So some overhead came on.  What would be normal would be to play some traditional Latina music, or some soft jazz, maybe even some stuff from Los Estados Unidos.  But no, it was definitely some loud Italian Catholic Hymns probably recorded in St. Peters in the Vatican.  Only in S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The ice cream brands continue to amaze me.  In Venezuela it was Uncle Rico, in Ecuador it was Penguin.  Here they have ice cream carts that they pedal like bicycles with the cart in the front.  But what brand is this ice cream and what sticker is on the side of these bicycle carts?  Lamborgini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No one has change in South America. Maybe it´s different in some place like Argentina, but in Venezuela, Ecuador and Peru, you just can´t find it.  I bought a coffee on a train and it cost 3 soles (1 dollar).  She had this cart she was pushing to sell stuff.  I give her a 5 sol coin and she says, sorry, don´t have change.  I go to big restaurants and try to by a coke with the equivalent of $7 bill and they say, sorry don´t have change.  BUT NOW I KNOW WHERE TO FIND CHANGE.  The homeless.  This guy tried to sell me a pack of gum and I didn´t have a single sol on me.  After going to the ATM I run into this same guy trying to sell me a pack a gum or some cigarettes.  I say I would love a pack of gum, but I only have this 50 sol bill ($17)  He says no problem and whips out a WAD of cash and gives me 48 soles of change.  So you travelers out there, if you need to make change, look to the street pedalers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later,&lt;br /&gt;stewdog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-6854288897975129212?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/6854288897975129212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=6854288897975129212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6854288897975129212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6854288897975129212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2008/01/machupicchu.html' title='MachuPicchu'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/R5I_xczoviI/AAAAAAAAA4w/bbbyJ3j4nlg/s72-c/Nueva+imagen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-434626161784326197</id><published>2007-11-14T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:14:06.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bummin</title><content type='html'>Well, haven't blogged in a while.  That's almost becoming routine, but this time I had a reason!  I was being a beach bum.  Now, truth be told I did nothing this past week besides play the boardgame Risk, sit on a towel in the sun, sit in an loungechair in the sun, lie in a hammock in the sun, play chess, read various books, and spoke a lot of Spanish.  It was perfect.  I mean, after I was there for a week, I asked myself why would I not want this life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped a man with his ear problem while I was there.  I obviously was just helping, I didn't expect anything in return.  But nonetheless, how did he repay me?  He brought me two lobsters he had just caught in the ocean.  He had a bucket full of them.  Gave me two.  So I had lobster for breakfast for free.  I had been paying five dollars a night for my beach side cabana, and probably five dollars a day for good food (shrimp and stuff) and I thought, why not move down here?  I mean how crazy must I be to not live down here?  Anyhow, the thought is still there.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll just move to Gulf Shores and live down there and still be a beach bum. Work eight hours a day and fish and eat shrimp the other sixteen hours a day.  I could have a guest house for anyone wanting to come stay a week, month, or year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so beach bumming is a great life.  I only did it for a week, but I caught a good glimpse of it by the owners of our hostal.  As much as I want to say they run a good business and work hard (which they do, I highly recommend them) really they are just bumming it on the beach at heart.  I mean this guy Franz, between playing risk with his customers or chess or monopoly, just reads and surfs.  It's so amazing.  He built his hostal, (which is incredibly nice, six bedrooms with private baths and a few rooms with dorms with shared baths with his house on the third floor) on a half acre of absolutely beachfront property (like the floor of the common ground of this place is sand) for around sixty thousand dollars.  Hell, I'll be double that in debt in a year.  How easy would it be to just do that?  And enjoy life and the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasn't really planning on blogging on beach bumming but it sort of happened.  Well I'm headed back stateside real soon.  To tell the truth, I'm really excited because I miss everyone over there.  I'm sure I'll be equally excited to return to South America in January.  So see yall real soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was asking someone how to say kleats the other day.  Like for your feet.  Because, how cool is this?  they call them tacos in Venezuela.  Well they told me zapatos de futbol.  I was like, yeah I know they are for soccer, but what do they call them, for like other sports.  Then it dawned on me.  They don't play baseball or football here.  Only soccer requires kleats, so the name works.  Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Merrill met this girl on the way to the beach.  She was nothing more than loco for him.  So we get off this bus, he tells her he will call her and not five minutes later she is calling him.  Merrill, who is making strides with his Spanish, was now having a conversation over the phone.  Meanwhile we are on a boat taxi crossing this bay.  Now Spanish over the phone is a lot harder than Spanish in person.  I know this sounds silly, but it's the truth.  Well she asks him how the boat ride is going, and he says, "Pues, estamos en el barco, y el barco esta sobre el agua."  He was just trying to make coherent sentences, and was doing a good job.  Turns out he said, well, we're on the boat, and the boat is on the water.  HA!  Real Don Juan right?  We got a good laugh out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Franz applied for a land-line for a phone to his hostal.  But there are only so many lines coming into the small beach town of Canoa.  So when do you ask did he actually apply for that land line?  A week?  A MONTH?  Nope.  Apparently land lines here are like tickets to the Master's.  People have to die to get them.  He applied two years ago for his land line!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  So, I saw a truck the other day.  It was a chevy.  If you couldn't tell from that backwards bowtie on the tailgate, you could tell from any of the dozen chevy stickers posted on it.  I mean this guy would probably throw up on himself if he ever got in a Ford.  One of those guys.  Anyhow, one sticker kinda stuck out.  I don't think he really understood it's significance.  But sure enough on the back of his truck he had a Calvin sticker peeing on a chevrolet symbol.  S.A. never disappoints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-434626161784326197?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/434626161784326197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=434626161784326197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/434626161784326197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/434626161784326197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/11/beach-bummin.html' title='Beach Bummin'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-3766340986761240524</id><published>2007-11-04T19:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:35:59.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Roker</title><content type='html'>So Al Roker is a good guy.  How might you ask do I know this?  Well because I met him about three hours ago.  NBC is doing this big special from all around the world.  Turns out they are broadcasting from a rain forest where I spent this past weekend.  My cousin Merrill and I are going to hang around one more day in hopes to get on the Today Show tomorrow.  So if you read this early tomorrow morning or tonite, make sure to watch the NBC Today Show between 9 and 10 in the morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-3766340986761240524?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/3766340986761240524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=3766340986761240524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/3766340986761240524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/3766340986761240524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/11/al-roker.html' title='Al Roker'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-390899559058061251</id><published>2007-10-29T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:07:09.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Average Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZWUOyON2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/2fYQtkqBk58/s1600-h/DSCN0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZWUOyON2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/2fYQtkqBk58/s320/DSCN0439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126880131374004066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZV8uyON1I/AAAAAAAAAns/ExHQsmUk95w/s1600-h/DSCN0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZV8uyON1I/AAAAAAAAAns/ExHQsmUk95w/s320/DSCN0436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126879727647078226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZV8uyON1I/AAAAAAAAAns/ExHQsmUk95w/s1600-h/DSCN0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZV8uyON1I/AAAAAAAAAns/ExHQsmUk95w/s320/DSCN0436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126879727647078226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZVnuyON0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ApxW2L18Uds/s1600-h/DSCN0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZVnuyON0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ApxW2L18Uds/s320/DSCN0393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126879366869825346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZVb-yONzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/bsjCvC2tiLQ/s1600-h/DSCN0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZVb-yONzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/bsjCvC2tiLQ/s320/DSCN0382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126879165006362418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yall like the pictures above?  If you do, head to My Pictures link on the right.  It´s under Useful Links.  Two of those were taken not five minutes from where I live and work.  Two were taken in Baños, Ecuador.  The city, not the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don´t have much to talk about, hence the reason I haven´t blogged this week.  But then I realized the reason for that is that I´m sort of getting accustomed to living down here.  My life now is routine, which is weird, but by no means bad.  So I figured I´d just tell yall about my normal day, followed of course by blog points.  I´ve been teaching now for three weeks and will continue for two more weeks before I come home to work and celebrate the holidays with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my normal day is waking up in the morning and taking breakfast with the Ecuatorian family I´m living with.  It´s pretty great, normally some fresh bread, coffee, fruit, juice, and some form of egg.  Nothing excessive, but a great way to start the day.  Then I help with religion classes from 8-11:00.  In those classes, I´m a teacher´s aid.  From 11:00-12:00 I have my own class, which is soooooooooo much better.  I love doing what I wish and seeing these kids´ knowledge grow.  From 12 to 1:30 I have a break where I either study and eat out or return to the house and eat again with my family.  Then I tutor everday from 1:30 to 4:00.  This is easily my favorite part of the day.  I work with four different students all of which need different instruction.  This is where I feel like I´m contributing.  I try to teach practical stuff as well as life lessons.  I will only be with these kids for five weeks, so I figure life lessons will probably go a longer way than sums and subtractions.  I try to teach them why it´s important to learn how to read, why it´s important to know how to add, and then we read books and do sums.  Then from 4-7 I do my own studying, Spanish and Pediatrics, head back to the house and have a good meal.  I get to read for an hour or two before I hit the sack.  I hope that blog wasn´t dry, but I figured I´d share what I´m doing.  I know my mom will enjoy it at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. So buses are terribly common here!  I mean they are everywhere, but unlike buses in the states, they don´t have bathrooms.  So according to what I saw the other day, it´s totally cool to open the window and let your four year old pee in the wind when they need to go.  Don´t worry about the open windows down bus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The other day I heard this funky song, it was like a clubbing song with a good rythym.  Well sometimes in songs like these you may expect to hear the electronic voice in the background say something to the effect of, oh yeah, or oh baby, or yeah yeah yeah, or go.  You know what I´m talking about.  Well this song had GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL  mixed in it a hundred times.  Ruined the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Saw a guy walking down a crowded sidewalk the other day.  Was a bit surprised that he was leading five geese in front of him!  Was more surprised that no one else on the sidewalk found this odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Loved this kid...Remember LA Lights?  If you never had them, you probably dreamed of winning them on Double Dare or Finders Keepers.  Well for those that don´t know them, everytime a kid steps the heel lights up.  Pretty cool.  Well Latin America took this to an entirely new level.  This kid was wearing LA Squeaks!  No joke, everytime he took a step, the shoes had a speaker that let out this loud squeak! Poor parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I passed by this store that was incredibly crowded.  Whenever there´s a crowd I generally look to see what odd thing is going on.  I wasn´t dissappointed this time either.  Turns out it was a clothes store, and they were having a big sale.  What kind of sale you might ask?  A before Christmas sale?  A soon to be after Thankgiving sale? No no, it was an ¨Invierno Venta¨  A Winter Sale!!!  Give me a break!  You´re on the Equator!  What the hell? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.  I´m putting out feelers for anyone who is willing to teach me how to ride a motorcycle over Christmas break.  If you know how and have a bike, please be in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-390899559058061251?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/390899559058061251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=390899559058061251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/390899559058061251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/390899559058061251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/10/average-day.html' title='An Average Day'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RyZWUOyON2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/2fYQtkqBk58/s72-c/DSCN0439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-7475663670099431876</id><published>2007-10-23T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:52:31.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latinas, Latinas, Latinas!</title><content type='html'>So, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t flirted, danced, and kissed Latinas while I’ve been down here.  For those that know me, yall probably think that every time I’ve talked to a Latina I’ve probably flirted with her.  That may or may not be true, but that aside, I had my first “date” this past Sunday, and a few funny things happened, enough funny things to blog about it at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she tells me that we should go to “el jardin”.  I’m like, sure, sounds good to me.  It sounds good to me because el jardin translates to “the garden”.   I have no idea what the el jardin is, but it’s gotta be a bit romantic right?  After all it’s called the garden.  So I catch a bus there, knowing what street it’s on.  I was actually a bit surprised because on the front of the bus it also said “el jardin.”  So I ask someone on the bus if they know where “el jardin” is located, and if they could tell me when we arrive there so I could hop off the bus.  He agrees, and five minutes later points to the garden.  I look out the window and see a supermall as big as any in Birmingham!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I meet her at the entrance, and we stroll all through the garden (mall) just like we were in eighth grade.  I wish I had told the bus driver, “Thanks mom, could you pick me up in three hours a couple hundred yards down the street?”  Sure enough we pass by a Sunglasses Hut and an Abercrombie and Fitch.  If only I had fully endorsed this and went and tried on sunglasses.  Fortunately we saw a Baskin Robbins, which was awesome since they are fading out rapidly in America.  I got a mint chocolate chip cone just like when I was eight years old.  It was delicious.  What was weird about the Baskin Robbins?  She paid without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we’ve trolled through a mall, and she’s paid for our ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide that we should go to the park across the street.  She agrees quickly, so I imagine she doesn’t want to troll the mall either.  We get there and there is this magician doing a show for a bunch of kids and parents.  There’s probably a hundred people all laughing when we approach.  As soon as I show up the magician stops his show and gets a free joke out of me.  He says, “Hablas Spanish?”  That’s the equivalent of saying, “Do you speak Espanol?”  I say of course and so then in Spanish in front of everyone he asks me where I’m from.  I say the United States, and he then grabs his hat walks over to me and then says, well then I’m charging you three dollars for admission.  Everyone laughed including me.  It was in good humor.  (I didn’t pay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’ve trolled the mall, had a girl pay for my ice cream, and had over a hundred people laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we watch for several minutes, she decides that we should go sit down in the shade under a tree.  Sounds good to me, I mean hell some people pay six dollars an hour for conversational Spanish.  I’ll get get a good couple hours of conversational Spanish for free, and she’ll throw in free Baskin Robbins.  Anyway, we sit down for about ten seconds when a soccer ball drills her in the side.  I’m talking Valderrama from the nineties might not have been able to kick a ball this hard.  I realize quickly that no one is sitting in this shade because it is directly behind the make shift goal that these six guys had setup to play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have trolled through a mall, had a girl pay for my ice cream, been laughed at by 100+ people, and now have a date on the verge of tears from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, she must have been thinking “Now I’ve had to walk through a mall with this guy, buy his ice cream, had a hundred people laugh at us, and now I get hit by a soccer ball!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she must not have been too discouraged by everything because she wants to go snuggle up under a different tree.  I obviously don’t discourage the idea, but do find it odd because within probably a thirty-meter radius, there are probably ten or twelve couples snuggling under ten or twelve different trees.  This park was huge.  On one sign I saw a water area, a bmx bike area, a basketball area, a soccer area, but funny that I didn’t notice the “public display of affection” area.  I guess it doesn’t translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a couple of hours she has to go back to where she’s from.  (She’s catching a bus to Guayquil later that afternoon.)  So we wait for her bus to take her to her other bus.  When we see it in the distance she looks me in the eyes and says, “Estas bien conmigo?”  Literally translates to “Are you fine with me?”  I mean in the land of ambiguous questions, this has to be the Reina!!!  You know?  I mean what the hell?  She’s about to hop on her bus, I don’t have time for her to explain what that means, so I say Si.  What else can I say?  I mean I’m caught between an espada (sword) and a pared (wall).  If you think about it, this question could mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I trolled a mall, had a girl buy me my ice cream, got laughed at by 100+ people, and could possibly be “dating” this girl that I’ll probably only see one more time in my life without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, it was a great time, and she’s a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things for those still reading.  I’m not going to add blog points.  I have a few saved up, but I’ll just add them next time.  I want to start writing more so you’ll have them in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I need to shout out to a couple of blogs.  First, my friend Rob McDonald’s blog.  I’m not sure how I didn’t post the link to his blog on my website yet.  He was a big inspiration why I’m blogging.  Check out his sight, it’s on the right side.  Second, to Jason Wilson.  His blog is much more well written than mine, and I’m sure he’s going to have a heyday after he reads this.  Lastly, my cousin Merrill is blogging.  Check it out at merrillstewart.blogspot.com.  He lives with me in Ecuador obviously.  (How typical, the only two Alabamians in Ecuador, and they are cousins living together, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’ve also posted more pics.  So go to the link above and to the right to see them.  They are actually beautiful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7475663670099431876?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7475663670099431876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7475663670099431876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7475663670099431876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7475663670099431876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/10/latinas-latinas-latinas.html' title='Latinas, Latinas, Latinas!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-697665968967754198</id><published>2007-10-16T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:55:02.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Centro de Muchacho Trabajador</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It’s been a while.  Okay, so as has been my life for the past two months, things continue to change.  I finished my training at the Red Cross, and at the end they give us all a test that we have to make an 80% on.  By “all” I mean about 22 Ecuadorians and 1 gringo (me).  I look at the test, thinking and hoping it would be multiple choice, and see nothing but questions and lines.  Lots of lines.  Turns out every question had to be answered with three to four sentences, and there were like twenty questions!!!  So needless to say, I was the ADHD kid who stayed much later finishing the exam than everyone else.  I passed, and then went to get my schedule for volunteering, and it turns out I could only work like 5 to 10 hours a week at the Red Cross.  Before I did the training they told me I could work a full schedule there after training.  I’m not sure why all that happened but it did, and so I changed jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since last Monday morning, I’ve been a schoolteacher/tutor.  Turns out that a place close to my house needs volunteers for teaching street kids (kids that have to work to bring in money for their family generally selling candy or polishing shoes).  I told them I’d be in Quito for five more weeks, and they said that would be great.  Everything is in Spanish and so difficult!  Not because of the Spanish, but because teaching has to be the hardest job on the planet.  Really, we should all call our old teachers and thank them.  Anyway, I have a class in the mornings on Tuesday/Thursday/Friday, I help with classes in the mornings on Monday/Wednesday, but my favorite part is the tutoring every afternoon.  I work with a teacher for a class of about six.  Turns out these six are the “special” class.  Special meaning they’ve never had education.  They range from 9 to 12 years in age.  Let me give you an example of what I taught yesterday.  This one child Derio, age 12, can add very well.  I was quite impressed, seeing how I’m teaching the rest to add.  So I try to teach him to add bigger numbers like 167 + 573.  I find out he can add them after I teach him to carry tens and all, but he can’t name them.  So then I tell him to write the numbers from 0 to 100 in order and he can’t do it.  This kid has learned to add because he has been on the street selling candy, but no one taught him how to count.  It was shocking.  I mean how foreign must addition be if you don’t know that the numbers go in order.  Talk about doing blindly what you’re told.  Anyway, it’s been great.  I’m mainly teaching reading, writing, addition and subtraction.  I have to throw this plug in, my hat is off to my sister who teaches special education and somehow loves it.  I mean I enjoy what I’m doing, but I know there is no way I would have the patience to do this full time.  Not a chance.  I always realized how smart teachers had to be, in the sense of being able to see where all their students were, and somehow getting them all to the same level.  But I never realized until now how enthusiastic and patient teachers have to be.  God Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to a crazy Latino rock concert the other night.  There were mosh pits with people swinging, but the best part was the drummer, who was the same drummer from the Tenacious D movie but without horns.  He was bald but with a long mullet, sported a Motorhead shirt for five minutes until he took it off, sweet MegaDeath leather pants, and ran and jumped off the stage swinging at his fans during one of the moshes.  No joke.&lt;br /&gt;2. So my friend Naomi broke her arm.  She was in a village at the time, and there were no doctors, so thankfully this guy saw her and offered to set her arm until she went to the hospital.  In retrospect, the doctor said it was a good job.  So two questions…what did he use to set the arm?  And how much did he charge?  Popsicle sticks and $3.&lt;br /&gt;3. The trolley that I use on a daily basis, plays Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-697665968967754198?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/697665968967754198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=697665968967754198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/697665968967754198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/697665968967754198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-centro-de-muchacho-trabajador.html' title='El Centro de Muchacho Trabajador'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-2527910690649103086</id><published>2007-09-30T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:32:57.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deportivo Quito contra Barcelona</title><content type='html'>So it's been way too long since I've blogged.  I'm sorry about that, especially for those of you who read this blog in hopes to procrastinate working for a little while longer.  Anyway, maybe today this will knock off three more minutes of your workday.  Also, if you want to knock off more time, I've added more photos.  Look at the links to the right and click on the one for my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the latest updates are that I took my first test in Spanish yesterday.  I have to make an eighty percent on the test to be certified to volunteer with the Red Cross.  I won't find out if I passed until Tuesday.  I also started working with a pediatrician in the mornings here, and apparently I'm supposed to teach an anatomy and physiology class for an hour and half on Monday afternoons for the next eight weeks.  Thankfully the class is in English.  Needless to say, Life in Ecuador is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to a soccer match the other day.  TOTAL MAYHEM!!! First, it was Deportive Quito versus Barcelona.  Against what you might think, it was between two of the biggest teams in Ecuador (not from Spain).  Anyway, there's this kid that lives with our family who bleeds Deportivo Quito, so of course I bought a $5 jersey and went to the game with a few friends.   Let me tell you a few things that went down at the match.  &lt;br /&gt;1. When we entered it was so crowded that we couldn't see the game.  Then we see these folks scaling what turns out to be a wall to watch the game from a ledge.  We decide it's a good idea and do it.  Turns out we had to enter the girls bathroom climb a ledge there then crawl through a broken "window" (metal bars) to get on the ledge for the game.  Could you imagine that happening in Jordan-Hare?  Anyway, we had a great view up there.  &lt;br /&gt;2. I also saw about four fist fights in the crowd during the game.&lt;br /&gt;3. They sell many more tickets than people can actually watch the game, so at one point during the game we hear this huge BOOM below us, then saw a flood of people enter and push and shove until I thought someone was going to die in the mob.  Turns out the people BROKE DOWN A METAL DOOR in order to enter the stadium!  Total madness.  Thankfully no one got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, towards the end of the game it was pretty cold.  I could tell others were cold, but there was really nothing to do about it I thought.  Then I looked to my left and saw a big ass fire!!!  Turns out the team that was losing was burning all the flags of the winning team.  I mean it was in the stands, and it was BIG.  I mean probably ten feet by ten feet and five feet high.  Which in the middle of the crowded stadium is pretty substantial.  I waited for the police or whoever to come put it out, but they didn't.  Apparently, it's totally normal to have bonfires out of opponents garments during a game.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though the fans are MUCH crazier than at an SEC football game, the game is not nearly as exciting, but it just isn't loud at all.  I mean there are fanatics that do some crazy stuff like that guy from South Korea that lit himself on fire, but the atmosphere is not near as loud as Jordan-Hare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I promise the car ride story from Venezuela soon.  I've just been real busy.  I've enjoyed yall's comments!  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hearing the Talking Heads blasting Psychokiller out of a car was pretty fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;2. My red cross volunteering class ordered lunch to go the other day.  So with the lunch came a drink, pineapple juice.  Besides being delicious, it was served in a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a moderately sized store at the corner of my street.  It sells bananas.  It doesn't sell anything else.&lt;br /&gt;4. My family made burritos the other day.  I was pretty amazed, this being the first time I had anything resembling Mexican food since I arrived in South America.  So when we sat down, no one knew how to eat them except for Isabela who made them, and even she wasn't too sure.  I had to teach a South American family how to eat a burrito.  So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall check out the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-2527910690649103086?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/2527910690649103086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=2527910690649103086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2527910690649103086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2527910690649103086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/09/deportivo-quito-contra-barcelona.html' title='Deportivo Quito contra Barcelona'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-3049307973319522612</id><published>2007-09-20T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:10:06.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quito...making Denver feel ashamed</title><content type='html'>So I’m long overdue for a blog.  Especially considering how much has changed in my life.  So last I spoke to yall I was getting frisked by the FARC.  In reality it wasn’t the FARC, it was really just the Bogota airport security.  Nonetheless, they were armed with serious looking automatic rifles, so the rush was still there.  Thankfully they didn’t find my box of Cuban cigars.  Just kidding.  It’s great because you can fly around here having no problems with Cuban cigars.  Now returning to America with them should be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so here are my plans in case you are interested.  I have been working at a hostel for room and board this past week.  It’s been great because I haven’t had to pay anything, and I have gotten to know the city.  I found an excellent apartment that I should be moving into on Sunday.  It’s right in the area of town I want to live, next to the Red Cross (which I’ll explain later), cheap, real nice, and the family that runs it is Ecuadorian, so I’ll be spending a lot of time with them.  So now, if you want to come to Ecuador, I’ve got a place for you to stay!  Anyway, my cousin Merrill is moving down here in a couple of weeks, so we are going to share the apartment.  It’s for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as volunteering my plans have changed.  I am going to volunteer with the Red Cross of Ecuador.  I think I have learned sufficient Spanish to work with them.  I had a 30-minute interview with them, and passed, so I guess I know enough Spanish.  I have to go to training this Saturday and Sunday and next Saturday and Sunday.  After that, I should be riding in ambulances all over Ecuador.  Needless to say, I’m incredibly excited.  I’ve been reading this medical book they gave me for the training.  It’s like 200 pages.  I know all the medicine in the book, but the problem is the Spanish.  Trying to read a 200 page technical book in Spanish in less than a week in a half is difficult.  But it’s perfect because it is teaching me medical Spanish and that is a major reason I came here.  So with that said, Jeff I would be careful.  I imagine the points are about to start raining when I’m riding ambulances all across Quito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s enough for now.  I don’t want to bore yall, so here are the blog points.  By the responses and emails I’ve received, it seems these are everyone’s favorite part of the blog.  Oh and next week I’m going to blog about my taxi ride in Venezuela.  One of the greatest things that has ever happened to me, so be ready…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. I needed to buy a flash drive, so I went to a place in an affluent part of town called the “Center of Commerce”.  All these stores were like six feet by six feet.  My favorite store was displaying nothing random, only a brand new PlayStation 3, jewelry, cameras, and blenders.&lt;br /&gt;2. I found another store, not in the Center of Commerce, which was real nice and real big.  What did it sell?  Nothing out of the ordinary either…only refrigerators, washing machines, and sweet ass motorcycles.  I think I saw a coupon for a free oil change with the purchase of a Maytag dryer.&lt;br /&gt;3. This guy Christian, who I’ve become friends with, works on the corner selling kabobs cooked on a grill.  And believe me they are delicious and only 60 cents.  So the other day a lot of people came at once, so he needed to speed up the cooking process to ensure their business.  So what did he do?  Only pulled out a Vidal-Sassoon hair dryer and started blow-drying them.  They were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, I heard a great song on the radio the other day.  I’m curious to know when was the last time you heard this band?  Or better yet, when was the last time you thought of them?  What band and song?  Nothing but the classic Two Princes by The Electric Spin Doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-3049307973319522612?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/3049307973319522612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=3049307973319522612' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/3049307973319522612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/3049307973319522612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/09/quitomaking-denver-feel-ashamed.html' title='Quito...making Denver feel ashamed'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-6222174802939034368</id><published>2007-09-14T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:20:15.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogota</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is just too good a blog to pass up. I cannot type much becuase I do not have much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False:  I am currently blogging in Bogota, Columbia after getting frisked by someone who is probably in the FARC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past four hours of my life have been pretty damn hectic.  When I arrived in Caracas from Maracaibo, I literally ran from the domestic gate to the international gate.  When I got there he told me my flight was closed.  The reason I was late was because of the friggin Venezuelan Airline that does not take e-tickets, but somehow sells them.  Anyway, I had to plead with the man and tell him that I was a volunteer doctor and that they were waiting on me in Ecuador.  (half-true)  Anyway, they guy said, well do you have fifty bucks, then I said, that the reason I was late was because your airline took forever getting here, yada yada yada.  It was the first time I had to speak heated in Spanish.  Anyway, it was awesome.  He eventually let me in without having to pay the extra fifty bucks.  Then I ran all through the airport and made it to my flight.  Anyway, I gotta go now because I think my flight to Quito is about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG POINT:  I just got frisked by the FARC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The blog is dedicated to my dad.  It turns out that we are our parents after all.  I know my dad taught me sweet talking and hard talking, and that is the reason I made my connection.  I am one hundred percent sure he would have made that connection as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-6222174802939034368?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/6222174802939034368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=6222174802939034368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6222174802939034368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/6222174802939034368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/09/bogota.html' title='Bogota'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-4438354504849170955</id><published>2007-09-12T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:37:07.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Ecuador?</title><content type='html'>So, I have some news.  It turns out the man I was working with and I did not get along.  It is kind of difficult for me to comprehend, seeing how if you know me, you probably don´t know a single person that I don´t get along with.  In fact, even I can´t think of a person until now.  And even now, I´m not entirely sure why we cannot work together.  Anyway, for his sake I´m not going to go into any details.  What I do know is that I got evicted the other day.  Which is pretty lame, but it´s also strangly cool to say that I got evicted in Venezuela.  I have a friend who was deported from Ireland once.  I must say, being deported is way better than being evicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that aside, I think this is all for the better. I have prayed about it for days, and I have a great peace as to what happened.  I am now headed to Quito, Ecuador.  I am going to work with the program CENIT.  Check out www.cenitecuador.org.  I´m really excited about it, and heck, I get to live in Quito! (which I´ve heard is amazing)  Also, since Quito is more pricy than rural Venezuela, I´m coming home for Thanksgiving and am planning on working in America until the week after Christmas.  I gotta make some grub, then back to Quito for five more months.  So, if anyone want to travel and visit me in Quito, yall bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited,&lt;br /&gt;Stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-4438354504849170955?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/4438354504849170955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=4438354504849170955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4438354504849170955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4438354504849170955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/09/ecuador.html' title='¿Ecuador?'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-5360270792069663987</id><published>2007-09-10T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:01:54.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RuWGd2TqFMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jE383SjbLkU/s1600-h/DSCN0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RuWGd2TqFMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jE383SjbLkU/s320/DSCN0270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108637199673988290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just finished watching the Auburn game.  Literally, like 5 minutes ago.  I was planning on blogging, but I think I will wait until tomorrow now.  Anyhow, I have some new pictures, so check out the picassa webpage. http://picasaweb.google.com/stewhill  I have attached a link to it from this website now.  Plus Cooper put up new pics, so check out his blog and picassa page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Apparently there is this brand name Tío Rico.  We aren´t sure what it exactly a brand name for, but it translates to Uncle Rico.  Lord knows, I hope it it for Tupperware.  If not, then camcorders and footballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cooper ordered a hamburger the other day.  The guy then looked him in the eye and said with chicken or beef.  It was awesome.  So was the hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So the internet is real slow obviously, so I have become good at minesweeper and hearts (buscaminas and corazones).  I play them while the pages are loading.  Anyway, the default player names in hearts are like Maria, Jose, and Jesús.  I´m not sure about you, but I feel weird beating Jesus at hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Every kid in town now knows Cooper´s nickname and continues to holler out ¨Take it do da hoooooooop Cooooooop!!!¨  It never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apparently Body Glove T-shirts are ¨in¨ this year down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-5360270792069663987?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/5360270792069663987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=5360270792069663987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5360270792069663987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/5360270792069663987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/RuWGd2TqFMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jE383SjbLkU/s72-c/DSCN0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-4290989552582385949</id><published>2007-09-06T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:59:37.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On farming and other things</title><content type='html'>So, I haven’t updated our status on San Pedro in a while.  We have needed to talk with the community council, and the leader of the community council has been very sick lately.  Thankfully she should back in good health next week.  We are planning on meeting with her next week, so I should have an update next week.  I know I have said that I will have an update about San Pedro a couple of times, but things just take forever here.  I thought I was patient when I came here, but that proved to be wrong.  This country is teaching me patience to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with it being slow I have been able to farm several days.  This town produces acres and acres of crops all farmed by hand.  Lettuce, cabbage, zucchini, potatoes, cilantro, corn, and tons of other crops are farmed here and I think they only use three tools.  At least, I’ve done some farming and only seen three tools.  Literally, ONLY THREE TOOLS.  The first is a fumigator, basically like a backpack that you wear as you walk through the fields spraying pesticides.  The second is an esgardilla.  What is an esgardilla you might ask?  Is it a tractor?  Is it some machine that tills the soil?  Or plants the seeds?  No.  It is just Spanish for a hoe.  To get a good image of the third tool you need to go to my mom’s house where she still keeps the Encyclopedia Britannica on the shelf.  Grab the “XYZ” volume and look up the word Yolk.  Odds are you will see a picture of two oxen strapped together by a yolk.  I mean really, that’s all they use to produce acres of some of the most beautiful crops I’ve ever seen.  It’s amazing.  Anyway, after farming several days, I do have to say one thing.  Farming is probably the hardest job on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Points:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cooper and I went to La Puerta to see if we could get mail delivered to the post office because we don’t have a mailbox.  Turns out the lady in charge of that is out of town for a month.  So I don’t mean to read into things, but does that mean no one can get mail for a month?&lt;br /&gt;2. If anyone ever offers you a Malta in South America, Just Say No!&lt;br /&gt;3. I met this girl last night who is 21 years old.  My friend who is friends with her told me she used to be skinny and now she is fat.  True enough she was the fattest one of her friends.  Well her nickname down here is gorda.  What does gorda mean in English?  Fat.  So they kept calling her Fat last night, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with that.  Could you imagine that in the US?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-4290989552582385949?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/4290989552582385949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=4290989552582385949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4290989552582385949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4290989552582385949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-farming-and-other-things.html' title='On farming and other things'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-1555799442613863837</id><published>2007-08-31T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:31:27.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auburn Football</title><content type='html'>We have great news!!!  Through CSTV we can watch live video feed of Auburn Football.  As the Internet Cafe that is fast in Valera is not open when the games are on, Coop and I are going to come early Monday morning to watch the games.  So, we will not check email or anything from when the game starts Saturday night, until Monday morning.  Hopefully on Monday we can watch the game ¨live¨ for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, War Eagle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to my cousin Merrill, who helped up sign up for the service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-1555799442613863837?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/1555799442613863837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=1555799442613863837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1555799442613863837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/1555799442613863837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/auburn-football.html' title='Auburn Football'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-858919092587683705</id><published>2007-08-31T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:52:47.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures at Last!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/Rtgi0mTqFJI/AAAAAAAAALg/XoNvKKxmHqU/s1600-h/DSCN0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/Rtgi0mTqFJI/AAAAAAAAALg/XoNvKKxmHqU/s320/DSCN0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104868464655996050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper and I traveled an hour this morning to the big town Valera.  We are currently using really fast internet, like really fast internet, and it´s freakin awesome!!!!  So I put a ton of pictures on picassa on Google. Just go to this website to view them.  http://picasaweb.google.com/stewhill.  Oh and Cooper has pictures up too.  So go to http://picasaweb.google.com/cooperbennett also.  Anyway, not really going to say much today, just put up pictures.  Now that I know I can put them up in the future I´m planning on taking a lot more pics.  Hopefully I can come here every two weeks or so and put pics up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care,&lt;br /&gt;stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-858919092587683705?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/858919092587683705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=858919092587683705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/858919092587683705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/858919092587683705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/pictures-at-last.html' title='Pictures at Last!!!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GhoQ_wKtJTY/Rtgi0mTqFJI/AAAAAAAAALg/XoNvKKxmHqU/s72-c/DSCN0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-4358933976861387425</id><published>2007-08-27T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:48:49.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Points</title><content type='html'>So when you are in a place that is very different than the place you are accustomed to, little things can happen that seem very funny to you.  These little things may be totally normal for the people who are accustomed to them, but being an outsider these things may be hilarious.  For example, when more “cultured” people from up north come to the Supper Club (a redneck bar in Auburn) and see the shot bus, they think it’s comical.  (For those that don’t know, the shot bus was the old bus that would give people from the bar a ride home in the seventies if they were too drunk.  One day the bus broke down and as a good redneck Alabama bar should, the Supper Club left the bus in the backyard of the bar and converted it into a place where people can now go take shots.)  Well people from different places may look at this bus and their jaw will drop open and they make take pictures.  This is especially true for people not accustomed to seeing vehicles in yards.  Anyway, people from Auburn just know it as the shot bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true for my encounters in Venezuela.  Seeing how this country couldn’t be more different than what I was used to, my jaw seems to drop open nearly everyday here in Venezuela.  Cooper and I have deemed these moments “blog points”.  They just happen, and we look at each other and just wish to tell everyone at home about these occurrences.  Also included in blog points are things that are funny to Cooper and I and could only happen here.  So, I hope to start adding a couple of “blog points” to the end of all of my blogs.  But for this one, I’ll just write about several of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bought a 2-liter coke the other day from the store in the town.  The very nice man, Juan, grabs the coke out of the refrigerator then places it on the counter.  He then proceeds to twist the cap only a little bit as to release a bit of gas and show me that it is very fresh.  He looks at me as if in need of approval.  I nod my head to reassure him and want to say, “yes, this wine is fine.”&lt;br /&gt;2. So obviously I am not good at Spanish yet.  The people here are very helpful in trying to teach me because they are very compassionate and because they want to talk to me.  Anyway, if you ask a question in Spanish and it is not correct they will help me reword it for the conversation.  But sometimes I can ask a question and it’s very incorrect, and they will tell me to just try again, or just look at me and say huh?  And then there are silent questions.  Silent questions are when I ask a question out loud in a crowd and no one responds.  My theory on silent questions and that I am so incorrect in my Spanish that they think I am talking English out loud to myself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being taller than everyone is nothing but awesome.  I feel like my really tall brother pretty much all the time down here.  I think I’ve seen like three people taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ve noticed it’s real easy to be funny down here as well.  All you need to do is be white and make complete sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. The other day I was on the computer and saw an ad that caught my eye.  It was one of those real flashy ads on the side of the screen that in America may say, teenage girls want to talk to you now!  But only it said in flashing green letters, “50,000 people will win a lifetime green card to the USA!!!”&lt;br /&gt;6. I think people love mayonnaise down here.  The other day I was eating later than everyone else so I was heating up my spaghetti and the sauce when Julianna gave me the mayonnaise jar with no expression on her face.  To her, it seemed obvious that I knew what I was supposed to do with the mayonnaise jar.  I just stood there aghast, until she laughed and told me to put it on my noodles.  I did.  I should have been on better guard because a few days earlier I noticed that in this Chinese grocery store, where you can literally buy any grocery you need, half of one of their only ten rows (five aisles) was stocked with mayonnaise.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  (For those that know JD Lloyd, he probably would have thrown up on the spot.)&lt;br /&gt;7. I got duped by a five year old the other day.  You know when you have trash in your hand, and you want to give it to someone else to throw away, so you quickly say “hold on to this,” and then they are stuck with it.  Well this kid took his time.  I couldn’t understand him, but I could understand he wanted me to straighten my arm.  So I did.  Then he put trash in the elbow and bent my arm.  I was stuck with the trash, and all the older people around laughed.  Point being, never trust a five year old Venezuelan, even if you think the child has innocence.&lt;br /&gt;8. A ten year old put on a DVD of a cock fight the other day for me to watch.  It was pretty terrible.&lt;br /&gt;9. Apparently being a man and wearing a hot pink poncho villa blanket with your collar popped and wearing ray-bans is in style down here.  I forgot to pack mine.&lt;br /&gt;10. I saw an eight-year-old today galloping on a horse down the street.  A good trivia question would be, “Was he on a Western or and English saddle?”  Neither.  All he had was a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.  Sorry this blog was so long.  Expect more blogs very soon!  Thanks for reading them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-4358933976861387425?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/4358933976861387425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=4358933976861387425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4358933976861387425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/4358933976861387425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-points.html' title='Blog Points'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-7696294055124678446</id><published>2007-08-21T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:02:05.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Pedro Clinic</title><content type='html'>So I tried to upload a picture and it just didn´t work.  It was real close, and I thought it was going to work, but it didn´t.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to describe the differences between what I experienced at Friday’s clinic in San Pedro and what I know to be a clinic at UAB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start, in Birmingham I hop in my Toyota Tacoma, put on some Lucero, Drive by Truckers, or some other band and casually breeze down 280 into UAB.  I park in a designated parking spot and walk to the Kirklin Clinic, probably wearing some nice pants, button down shirt with tie, and my white coat.  On the contrary, on Friday I walk to the street carrying a trunk full of medicine.  It is slightly raining when the transport vehicle shows up.  I talk with him in Spanish, and he decides to strap the trunk full of medicine to the front bumper of his Toyota Landcruiser Jeep.  That way he can still fit 8 people in the back to carry down the mountain.  On the way down he has to use four wheel drive because the rain has picked up and the roads are muddy.  I’m wearing my boots, jeans, Oskar’s t-shirt, and my Auburn hat turned backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving to the Kirklin clinic I find my way to the clinic I am supposed to be at and pick up a patient’s chart that I need to talk with.  The clinic is full of doctors, nurses, receptionists, private rooms, beds to lay the patient on, computers, an in house pharmacy, everything you could dream about.  When I arrive in San Pedro, I go to what we would say is a shack, but is actually a “nice” house in this slum.  (Keep in mind that it is not nice for Venezuela, only for this slum.)  The house is made up of two rooms with a curtain separating them.  We get stationed in the kitchen, which is about 12 feet by 10 feet.  There is Mary Alison there to translate, a student from South Carolina that is living with us for the year, a trunk full of medicine, me, a fourth year medical student, and as many kitchen supplies as you would ever need in a doctor’s office.  No charts, no doctors, no private rooms.  Just one crowded kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then whether I am in Birmingham or San Pedro, I get to sit down with the patient, talk about what is going wrong, do a physical exam and diagnose the problem.  That is about the only thing that is similar between the two different clinics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finish with a patient in Birmingham, I may have a couple of minutes or so to myself before I head into the next patient room because there are private doors.  In San Pedro as soon as one patient stands up, another one sits down in the chair across from me.  This is because there are like ten people in the kitchen, people waiting outside the kitchen, and no appointments.  The clinic ran non-stop from 3:00 to 8:00.  I just can’t describe how much I enjoyed it.  The good news is that we are now planning on having clinics there every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at the same time.  The reason we do it in the afternoon/evening is so people can come after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.  In Birmingham, I walk back to my Tacoma and drive home feeling good about a day’s work.  However, here my friend Catirre came and picked Mary Alison and I up in another Toyota Landcruiser, only this one had the back end similar to a jeep not a wagon.  There are only two seats, so obviously Catirre and Mary Alison got the seats.  I got to stand in the back, holding on the bar that rises over the top of the jeep, looking out over the front of the jeep.  It was slightly misty, as we drove back to the house.  The wind coupled with the mist hitting my face felt perfect, while smelling that developing country smell that you know if you’ve ever been to one.  Smells like gasoline but is somehow refreshing.  All the while we are climbing a mountain in the Andes and I can look below and see the city of La Puerta and look above and see thousands of stars.  Then I felt the stethoscope around my neck and just thought of how different this was than the States, but something about it was just so right.  That drive was easily my favorite moment thus far in Venezuela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-7696294055124678446?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/7696294055124678446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=7696294055124678446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7696294055124678446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/7696294055124678446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/san-pedro-clinic.html' title='San Pedro Clinic'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-2834055764689936498</id><published>2007-08-16T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:20:25.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo siento, todovía no fotas</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven’t written in several days.  I was hoping to wait until my friend Cooper got here and then use his flash drive to upload pictures.  Anyhow, that didn’t work because the Internet here is slower than me running a 60 yard touchdown at John Carroll in the ninth grade.  (Contact Mike Baker if you want to see the video.)  Anyhow, Adonys, a nurse that lives with us, is supposedly the web guru of the house and is going to show me the best way to upload pictures.  So next time, I promise some pictures!!!  Anyway, I just wanted to share a few things that have happened to me over the past couple of days that just bring a smile to my face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I felt very international because I was reading the French Les Miserables in English while smoking a Cuban cigar in Venezuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a taxi the other day driving the wrong way on a one way for like four blocks, meanwhile, the Ghost soundtrack is blaring in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Cooper and I went to an Internet café in the tourist town of La Puerta at the base of our mountain.  We spent 17 minutes on the Internet, and Cooper got to the Google homepage.  I didn’t get to a webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played baseball in the clouds with some of my local friends here.  Keep in mind I live 30 minutes from Johann Santanna’s hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing a five year old try to sing the words to Lil’ John’s Get Low in a thick Spanish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven’t worked in San Pedro yet.  We were supposed to have a clinic there today, but it didn’t work out.  We are hoping to have one tomorrow or the next day.  Then hopefully we will have a clinic in San Pedro three-four times a week after that.  We spoke to a local of San Pedro today, and they seemed very welcoming and offered their ramshackle house to hold the clinic.  So that’s exciting.  It’s weird not having a doctor above me to support my decisions.  I’m a little nervous about it, but it’s better than them having nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry no pics, but I promise there will be a picture (hopefully many) on this website by Monday!  So come back Tuesday morning.  Oh, and I really appreciate all the comments.  Really, they mean a lot, and are funny.  Keep them coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-2834055764689936498?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/2834055764689936498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=2834055764689936498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2834055764689936498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2834055764689936498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/lo-siento-todova-no-fotas.html' title='Lo siento, todovía no fotas'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-8490414890403621231</id><published>2007-08-11T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:34:14.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezuela at Last!</title><content type='html'>So I have arrived in Venezuela, and all is well.  In fact, I do not believe things can be much better.  Last night we celebrated a family member´s therteenth birthday, and it almost brought tears to my eyes.  After we had finished supper, all the lights were turned off except for the sole candle lighting Andres´s birthday cake.  Our family was crowded around him and everyone sand the Spanish version of Happy Birthday.  The song had many verses and then closed in verses with a similar tune of the Happy Birthday song we all know.  I looked around and Francisco(the head of the house) and Andres´s mother had shed a couple of tears, as well as Andres himself.  I believe the song showed everyone in the room how much family means to each other.  Maybe I am reading into this too much, but I have never seen anyone cry before while singing Happy Birthday.  It was pretty damn moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the sappy stuff...I was excited today because I got to see my first three patients!!!  One patient had carpal tunnel syndrome, and I gave her a brace that should alleviate the problem.  Another patient came in with her 5 month old baby, which I believe has the beginning of croup.  It was exciting to giver her advice about when to go to the hospital, and why the child was coughing.  The mom also has a history of anemia and has been extremely tired recently, so I got to order all the blood work needed to diagnose what type of anemia she may or may not have.  She is coming back in a week or two to discuss the test results, and hopefully I will not have to use a translator when she returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see what I am going to be working with for the next year.  There is a slum at the base of the mountain called San Pedro.  We are not yet sure what the needs of the town are, but we know the families have poor medical care and terrible sanitation.  The slum has a manageable population.  We walked around the area, and I estimate there are probably 100'200 families that live in San Pedro.  Being the eternal optimist, i believe the sky is the limit with respect to what we can accomplish.  HOpefully we can raise enough funds to buiild a medical clinic and setup a primary health care program.  There is a very sturdy barn in San Pddro that could easily be converted into a medical clinic, pharmacy, school, and whatever else we need.  It is very large, but would need a lot of work.  Hopefully we can setup a good medical clinic by the end of the year, and if it sees enough patients, the government will hire a doctor to run the clinic permanently.  All these are dreams right now, but Francisco and I both believe the dreams are attainable.  He has worked for twenty years with the poor in Venezuela, so if he thinks the dreams are achievable, then I should not doubt him.  We are not going to make any plans for the San Pedro Project until Cooper, my friend from Birmingham, arrives in Carorita on Tuesday.  Then hopefully we can start the planning.  Anyway, I am very excited because Francisco and I are going to hold a clinic in San Pedro on Thursday.  I am sure I will have much to write about on Friday concerning San Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, this blog is long enough right now.  I must say, I apologize for not putting pictures on the blog yet!!!  I swear an Apple IIgs could produce faster Internet than the computer I am using.  After Cooper brings a flash drive, pictures will come.  So wait until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close with something funny, I was out last night with my friend and roomate Emilio, and I went to meet some of his friends.  We had a great time last night, but at one point he introduced me to one of his friends, and his friend said his name pretty fast, and I didn´t quite catch it.  I tried repeating what he said in order to learn his name, but apparently instead of repeating his name, I said the a word for the female genitalia.  All the boys starting laughing, and Emilio told me what I had done.  It was pretty darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. In case you have not gone to Jason´s blog, I recommend it.  Gonzowilson.blogspot.com  It is also pretty darn funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-8490414890403621231?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/8490414890403621231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=8490414890403621231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/8490414890403621231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/8490414890403621231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/venezuela-at-last.html' title='Venezuela at Last!'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-3669783733972235127</id><published>2007-08-08T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:46:19.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birmingham International Airport</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at the Birmingham Airport about to get on my flight to Houston.  From Houston I fly to Panama, not PCB, then to Maracaibo Venezuela. Needless to say, having the plane tickets in my back pocket gives me that same traveler's high that I always enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how much this past week meant to me.  After finishing my board exams I got to hang out with a bunch of med school friends, then I went to Scott Crawford's wedding where we celebrated Courtney and Scott. Scott and I were listening for the best "line" of the weekend, and I believe the award goes to Nikki, Scott's mom.  At one point all the groomsmen were booty dancing around Nikki. She had like five or six guys grinding up on her, just having a hell of a time.  Later in the night, I spoke to Nikki about the dance and she said, "No offense to Steven (her husband), but I haven't been that excited in years!"  It was a gas!!! (I feel older for just using that word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday night my sister and great friends Libby, Andrew, Craig, and JD put together a surprise going away party at my house. It was so thoughtful for all of yall to come! It just really meant a lot! I had such a great time, and I know yall did as well because Charlie (Andrew's dog looking thing) was there. Bert cooked his legendary Boston Butt BBQ which of course hit the spot. I'll always remember that party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday night we went Davenport's and Trivia with Reed. After JD finished an entire large pizza, Blake and I played darts, where he beat me with a double bulls eye on the final throw. We of course lost because we didn't have Conor, our Dark Lord of Trivia.  It was fun as always, and I got an apron that preaches my motto "Never cook bacon naked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after an always delicious meal at Judy's Pumphouse Diner, Trey, my brother, and Billy, my cousin hung out and went to watch The Bourne Ultimatum.  Bad Ass.  I mean, go see that movie if you haven't.  It was so great to see Billy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason I bring all this up is to say that I have so much in Birmingham. One significant reason I'm off for a year is to see what it is like living away from friends and family.  I want to see if I could work abroad for years at a time, if I could leave friends and family for that amount of time.  Last week certainly showed me what I would be leaving. I am so fortunate to call each one of yall my friends. Yall are great and I love yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have to get on the plane in a few minutes, so I'd better run. Can't wait to get to Venezuela!!!  I'll post a bunch of pictures next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I believe you can subscribe to this blog if you want.  I believe what happens is that when I edit the blog it notifies you through your bookmark or through your google or yahoo homepage.  I don't yet know a way to get on a listserv or anything if I put new stuff on the blog.  Anyhow, just letting yall know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-3669783733972235127?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/3669783733972235127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=3669783733972235127' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/3669783733972235127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/3669783733972235127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/08/birmingham-international-airport.html' title='Birmingham International Airport'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781834195956589648.post-2390445142448745016</id><published>2007-07-13T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:08:37.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is kinda fun</title><content type='html'>This feels weird.  I'm about to write something having no clue what it is going to be about, and yall are going to read it (well, all 3 of you reading this...)  I don't watch television really, but I feel this is a bit like reality tv.  Yall sitting there just reading what I write. Right now it doesn't seem that different to me than people just watching whatever it is Paris Hilton is doing?  I mean the whole world can read this blog.  This feels weird.  Is it appropriate to mention Paris Hilton in your first ever blog?  In the first paragraph?  I didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so as you see I have my first ever blog!  I'm very excited about it.  I have to say it was Abby Maddox who inspired me to do this.  I have been reading her blog for a while, and she is this amazing writer.  I would put her web address right here, but I'm not yet sure if that is kosher.  More so, I don't have a clue how to hyperlink.  Anyway, I on the other hand was not blessed as a writer.  In fact the MCAT (a test you take to get into grad school) went on to say my writing skills were in the 11th-12th percentile.  Considering that probably 10-20% of people that wrote essays in English that day don't speak English as there primary language, that percentile does not bode well for this blog.  But, you are here, and I thank you for it!!!  I hope you come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my plan.  Over the past couple of months my family and friends have told me they want to know all about what I am doing in Venezuela.  They have expressed wishes for me to keep in touch and tell stories about what is going on.  So on stewarthill.blogspot.com (mom, that's this page) I plan to share all my stories and photos.  IN ADDITION, I am going to try to blog on many different matters as the year goes.  For example, why college football is the greatest sport in the world, why we must help impoverished nations, or what are my top ten favorite U2 songs.  I have probably said enough for now.  Next time I will have a serious blog or will I?  Who knows, maybe I'll just take another cheap shot at my mom?  I guess you'll just have to come back and see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781834195956589648-2390445142448745016?l=stewarthill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/feeds/2390445142448745016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781834195956589648&amp;postID=2390445142448745016' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2390445142448745016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781834195956589648/posts/default/2390445142448745016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewarthill.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-kinda-fun.html' title='this is kinda fun'/><author><name>stewdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05716807084458770435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
