This post is the first installment, just to lay down an introduction
to my trip there; my next post will cover our actual village work.
Stroudwater Christian Church in Portland is very active in
missions work, both in the poverty stricken counties of northern Maine and in
the jungle villages of Central America, especially Guatemala. Angie and I joined the church March 2014; I
didn’t go to Guatemala last year but was very keen to go this year, and it was a great opportunity to stretch myself
beyond the predicable comforts of home.
I really wanted to see a third world country from
a boots-on-the-ground perspective, and contribute to a project that would
effect meaningful change there in a sustainable way. At first I thought about organizing an Agricultural team to
teach gardening and growing food; it’s definitely something needed but a series
of events led me to being drafted into the Medical Center construction team. It
became my primary focus of work in the jungle village of Cuatro Cayos, but I would have opportunities to help out on other teams as well.
But first, there was the little matter of getting there. At 2:30am on Thursday Feb-11 we started gathering at the Portland bus terminal for the 2+ hour ride to Boston Logan to catch our first flight to a connection in Mexico City.
To say that the team was bringing a mountain of luggage is
an understatement; the oversized baggage carts staggered under massive
heaps of suitcases that had to be seen to be believed. But don’t think for a moment that we were
bringing the comforts of home; the majority of checked luggage was dedicated to
the transport of our mission supplies.
Dental equipment, paint brushes, backpacks, shoes and mosquito netting
all took priority in available baggage space.
In one of my two large checked bags I brought almost 40lbs of steel
tools used for working with concrete and cement blocks; my other checked bag
had been stuffed to capacity with school materials and flip flops. To a large degree, personal clothing needed
for the trip was either worn on the plane or stowed as an overhead carry on.
Our second flight touched
down in Guatemala City 6:30pmCST, where we were whisked away to Pastor
David’s church. His church is a hub for many churches
working in Guatemala. By
now our team was more than ready for the hot meal his staff provided (Pastor David at the far end wearing black with our Pastor Bill to his left).
Afterwards,
we and our mountain of luggage were caravanned over to the hostel (4 guys in a
room) where we were introduced to this peculiar looking contraption. If you guessed this looks like a shower head
with a live electric wire running to it, you would be right. You see, there is very little hot water in
the country of Guatemala; high energy and construction costs have forced most
of the nation to dispense with such an unnecessary luxury. The single faucet on nearly any sink you are
lucky enough to find will produce any temperature of water you want, so long as
you want cold. Fortunately, Guatemalan
ingenuity comes to the rescue where showering is concerned. The electric wire powers an element in the
showerhead that heats the water. Well,
more like it warms the water. Actually,
it’s really just a suggestion that it might get warm. Oh, and touching the electrified showerhead
while standing soaking wet under the running water is not recommended…
The
next morning’s breakfast was like every other meal we would have at the hostel,
which is to say magnificent. Great
Guatemalan coffee, fruit, and the world’s best pancakes (no kidding), immediately
followed by morning Devotions up on the open garden terrace roof.
Left to right are Courtney and Jacob (Missionaries living
in Rio Dulce), Dr. Wayne (one of our team dentists), Mike (on the home visitation
team) and Anna (leader for the school and literacy team). We had Devotions daily, occasionally led by
Pastor Bill but more often led by one of our teammates.
Thereafter we said goodbye to the hostel and piled ourselves and our mountain of luggage into vans for the 7 hour ride northeast to the town of Rio Dulce. It was here I began to develop an appreciation for just how hilly and tortuously winding the geography of Guatemala truly is. Unfortunately the ride was rather like being shoehorned into a stuffy,
enclosed,
poorly air conditioned roller coaster for 7 hours, stopping for two potty breaks
along the way. Yes, there were
casualties… but once we shook ourselves
free from the poverty and rubble of Guatemala City, the countryside becomes
strikingly beautiful. It is an unending
ribbon of hills, steep ravines, jungle forest and open fields.
Nonetheless, we were only too happy when we finally made it to the town of Rio Dulce, and pulled into the hotel that would serve as our base of operations from where we would travel into the village every day. It had a swimming pool, outdoor restaurant, and most importantly air conditioned rooms (3 guys to a room). The back of the property offered a very serene view of Lake Isabella;
a walk to the dock afforded some much appreciated solitude because nearly every minute of every day was planned and accounted for with meals, travel to and from the jungle village, our individual village projects, evening devotions, and a team night cap consisting of giant goblets of the most amazing frozen lemonade.
My next post will include pix of the village, the stories of our projects, the people who made them happen and the people we met along the way. Adios - Doug
Thereafter we said goodbye to the hostel and piled ourselves and our mountain of luggage into vans for the 7 hour ride northeast to the town of Rio Dulce. It was here I began to develop an appreciation for just how hilly and tortuously winding the geography of Guatemala truly is. Unfortunately the ride was rather like being shoehorned into a stuffy,
Nonetheless, we were only too happy when we finally made it to the town of Rio Dulce, and pulled into the hotel that would serve as our base of operations from where we would travel into the village every day. It had a swimming pool, outdoor restaurant, and most importantly air conditioned rooms (3 guys to a room). The back of the property offered a very serene view of Lake Isabella;
a walk to the dock afforded some much appreciated solitude because nearly every minute of every day was planned and accounted for with meals, travel to and from the jungle village, our individual village projects, evening devotions, and a team night cap consisting of giant goblets of the most amazing frozen lemonade.
My next post will include pix of the village, the stories of our projects, the people who made them happen and the people we met along the way. Adios - Doug










I can't wait for the next blog post, Doug! Loved the post and the pics, the 'suggestion of warm water' and knowing you were there to offer assistance to those who need it. Un grande abbraccio.
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