The weekend
was spent settling into our houses and the town with the help of the national
volunteers. Unfortunately, we had our
first bout of illness in the group as well.
Not fun, but an inevitable part of the experience at some point. Thankfully everyone is well now.
On Monday, we took our first trip up to the
community that is to be the base for our project – La Azomada. The journey is about 40 mins from where we
live. The first section of road out of
Gracias was a pleasant surprise, then we reach the turn-off for La Azomada. Not so much a turn-off as a turn-up. A turn up a very bumpy, very steep, very
rocky and very twisty track. Every
bruise to the glutes is worth it though, for the views. Oh, the views! On our first morning we stopped at the radio
hut, met a community leader and scrambled up a hill to see the radio tower, a
water tank and…the views!

After a little further exploration of the
village, we headed home. Our street was
randomly fumigated for bugs, with no warning.
By no warning, I mean “They’re fumigating the house. You have to get out right now and stay out
for twenty minutes”. Great. For several
hours after said fumigation, dying insects wobbled out from every crevice of
the house and were met with the sole of my flip flop. That night, just as we were drifting off, we
felt a tremor that apparently lasted 30 seconds. This tremor was a result of the 7.4 earthquake
that had occurred in the Pacific Ocean. Not
the first I’ve felt, but still unnerving!
Tuesday and Wednesday were dedicated to drama
workshops which built up to our performance at a festival in La Azomada on
Thursday. We played microorganisms. Yup, microorganisms. The idea was basically that we were happy
microorganisms doing our thing in the soil until humans came along and started
throwing rubbish everywhere (litter is a massive problem here) and spraying
harmful chemicals on their crops (also a big issue for the communities). This obviously made us sad, sick microorganisms
that could no longer help the farmers by decomposing organic matter. The sketch had a happy ending though; the
farmers changed their ways, cleared the rubbish, ditched the chemicals and
replenished the natural material that we lived in. And of course, we helped them in return by
restoring soil fertility. Volunteering
certainly leads you places that you never thought you’d go…

The festival on Thursday was titled “Semillas
del Futuro” (Seeds of the Future) and was hosted by Red COMAL. In addition to our muddy contribution, there
were local musicians playing songs about the issues affecting the local
communities, local producers displaying their crops and a forum with academics
and producers that focussed on the value of traditional knowledge and passing
it on to future generations. It was a
good, if exhausting, day and a great way to raise our profile in the community
during our first week.

On Friday, we were back in La Azomada for a
radio workshop, because we have a radio show.
In Spanish. This part of the
project is going to be veeery interesting!
Our weekly programme will be split into four segments – I will be sharing
the research and presentation of “Natural Medicine and Health” with Antoinette
and two of the Honduran volunteers (Salomon and Ilda). I am really looking forward to researching it
every week…the presentation side, not so much.
I’ve already been told off for laughing, which will not come as a surprise
to those of you who have performed with me in the past!
In other news, I have switched with one of
the girls, so am now in the smaller house with the boys and Lola. It hasn’t really changed anything, but there
is less squealing and running between houses at night due to insect sightings,
which was the reason for the swap.
Antoinette and I are settling into our roles as the Monitoring and
Evaluation volunteers and have sent off our first report. I am getting back into the swing of Spanish -
am not quite in dual language mode yet, but that will come. That’s about it. Another busy week planned, so I will be back
next weekend with updates. Que se vayan
bien.
Ellen xx