Time flies when you are having fun or doing construction work. In the latter, it seems like a quick-burning fuse attached to a keg of dynamite sometimes...
I met the US Ambassador Kristie Kenney today for lunch. She was in town doing some business and her people called my people. Lunch was good. The fish was overcooked.
There is a new batch of pictures for your personal consumption ONLY on my webshots account. No sharing. If there is one thing I learned in kindergarten, it is that if you share your blocks with little Billy, you will not have blocks anymore. Screw Billy. Just kidding, we all need blocks; but if Billy doesn't give the cool arched one back I am going to call his mom a poo-head.
http://community.webshots.com/album/568247064mFJTVq
Clif notes:
Animal Slaughter
Construction
Beaches
Recycled Handbags (Garbags)
Friends
Funny Signs
A Giant Warthog
Candid shots of the US Ambassador
Friday, October 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Penafrancia Festival, 2008
Some of you may remember my post on Penafrancia last year, but religious fervor comes but once a year. This year's theme is fanaticism!
The local "out-there" sect of Christianity; the Lolas. Everyone who is a member of their highly exclusive club gets a set of clothing printed with the Lola message. I once saw a married couple that had matching denim jackets printed with the good word. So cute.
One religious icon defended to the teeth by the Philippine Army. I don't actually understand what is going on here, mostly because of how unprotected the NEXT few icons were.
Our lady of Penafrancia being carried through the streets by true believers. Touching the icon brings good luck. We, the Peace Corps 265 and 266 Bikol Male Volunteers, are now imbued with local luck after our run on the icon.
The feet of the chosen
I swear, I didn't mean to elbow him in the face. I was just showing him the scar I had from last year's festival.
All these boats are tied together to tow the icon. Religion makes the best boat motor.
The barge carrying "our lady" at the height of the festival's intensity.
Faith still wont keep you from flipping your boat.
We are religious in our ridiculousness.
And, for no apparent reason, a crate of spraypainted baby chickens.
The local "out-there" sect of Christianity; the Lolas. Everyone who is a member of their highly exclusive club gets a set of clothing printed with the Lola message. I once saw a married couple that had matching denim jackets printed with the good word. So cute.
One religious icon defended to the teeth by the Philippine Army. I don't actually understand what is going on here, mostly because of how unprotected the NEXT few icons were.
Our lady of Penafrancia being carried through the streets by true believers. Touching the icon brings good luck. We, the Peace Corps 265 and 266 Bikol Male Volunteers, are now imbued with local luck after our run on the icon.
The feet of the chosen
I swear, I didn't mean to elbow him in the face. I was just showing him the scar I had from last year's festival.
All these boats are tied together to tow the icon. Religion makes the best boat motor.
The barge carrying "our lady" at the height of the festival's intensity.
Faith still wont keep you from flipping your boat.
We are religious in our ridiculousness.
And, for no apparent reason, a crate of spraypainted baby chickens.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Full Circle
The Julia Campbell murder case which was a national sensation in 2007 has finally come to a close.
From the ABS-CBN Article:
Juan Duntugan, the suspect in the murder of US Peace Corps volunteer Julia Campbell last year, was sentenced to life imprisonment Monday after being found guilty of murdering the American.
Life in prison with no chance for parole and millions of pesos in damages. Who knows if the money will ever come considering the murderer's family is rather poor. Regardless of the outcome, it is good to have some closure on something as horrible as this. Julia's family has received an incredible amount of support from Peace Corps, the Filipino Government, the US Embassy and many of Julia's friends and fans across the US.
Thank you all for your caring and support to her family, to myself and to any Peace Corps volunteer you may have worried about over this last year.
From the ABS-CBN Article:
Juan Duntugan, the suspect in the murder of US Peace Corps volunteer Julia Campbell last year, was sentenced to life imprisonment Monday after being found guilty of murdering the American.
Life in prison with no chance for parole and millions of pesos in damages. Who knows if the money will ever come considering the murderer's family is rather poor. Regardless of the outcome, it is good to have some closure on something as horrible as this. Julia's family has received an incredible amount of support from Peace Corps, the Filipino Government, the US Embassy and many of Julia's friends and fans across the US.
Thank you all for your caring and support to her family, to myself and to any Peace Corps volunteer you may have worried about over this last year.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Construction Blog #1
First a little background:
In the Philippines, I am a Water and Sanitation Technician with the US Peace Corps. Over the course of my (sofar) 2 years in country, I have networked with a number of donor agencies that specialize in funding water projects (specifically potable water supply for needy communities).
Over the last year or so, I have been working with a local NGO (Alternative Systems for Community Development, or ASCODE) to develop a design and proposal for a piped water system for barangays Quitinday and Rizal in Jovellar, Albay (on Luzon). These barangays are both EXTREMELY rural. Rizal is a 40 minute drive from my city of Legaspi; Quitinday is another 20 minute jungle trek beyond Rizal. There are about 80 households in Quitinday, but they are spread out throughout the surrounding jungle.
The people of Quitinday have to hike an average of a half-kilometer to get to the nearest source of drinking water. Imagine if there were no faucets in your house, no water pump outside; everyday you would put a stick over your shoulders and carry 6 1-gallon jugs to fill them with just enough water to cook and drink for the day. If you want to do laundry, you have to carry all your dirty clothes through the jungle to where the spring bubbles up from under a rock and do them there, then carry them back to your house, wet.
Barangay Rizal has a piped water system now, but it was installed in the 1960's and has fallen into disrepair. The pipeline is riddled with leaks and illegal taps that reduce the quality of service for everyone else downstream.
Our plan is to construct two separate pipelines to supply water to these two barangays. One pipeline will start at a spring in Quitinday and carry water through 4" diameter pipes to the center of barangay Rizal, where it will be stored in (2) 30,000 liter ferrocement tanks and then piped down to communal faucets in the population center through 2" pipe. The water system for barangay Quitinday is a bit more complex. Water coming out of a spring is captured, piped through a series of Hydraulic Rampumps to a 9000 Liter ferrocement storage tank, and finally piped down to communal faucets near the houses that need the water.
On May 26th, we broke ground on the pipeline for Quitinday and have made some serious headway.
Highly technical engineering drawing of the Quitinday water system
This picture was taken from the construction site. That cellphone tower is the closest bit of infrastructure.
Here is a kid fetching water for his family (cutest thing in the world with his tiny machete)
Taking a break
Daily snacks of rice wrapped in banana leaves
Moving big rocks to clear out one of the springs
Pouring concrete to make the base of one of the spring intake boxes
Tank formwork (Necessity is the mother of invention and we were all out of lumber)
Bending the reinforcement to the will of the people...
First round of plastering
First layer finished, looks good enough to eat
This will be a manhole cover when it grows up
Tank feels naked with her forms pulled off in public (she's still a bit ugly and needs some more plastering to fill in those holes, but the advantage of ferrocement is that it is really easy to repair and doesn't get self-conscious when you talk about it like this)
"Laying some pipe." Get it?
d
Steep section of worksite. OSHA, eat your heart out. (guys were carring 40kg sacks of cement down this on their heads; each step is only about 6" wide)
Did I mention it is BEAUTIFUL up here?
What's wrong with this picture?
That's right, he is holding a hacksaw BLADE in his hand because we didn't have enough handles for all the workers....
No blog is complete without a picture of a giant jungle spider.
More next time as construction continues...
In the Philippines, I am a Water and Sanitation Technician with the US Peace Corps. Over the course of my (sofar) 2 years in country, I have networked with a number of donor agencies that specialize in funding water projects (specifically potable water supply for needy communities).
Over the last year or so, I have been working with a local NGO (Alternative Systems for Community Development, or ASCODE) to develop a design and proposal for a piped water system for barangays Quitinday and Rizal in Jovellar, Albay (on Luzon). These barangays are both EXTREMELY rural. Rizal is a 40 minute drive from my city of Legaspi; Quitinday is another 20 minute jungle trek beyond Rizal. There are about 80 households in Quitinday, but they are spread out throughout the surrounding jungle.
The people of Quitinday have to hike an average of a half-kilometer to get to the nearest source of drinking water. Imagine if there were no faucets in your house, no water pump outside; everyday you would put a stick over your shoulders and carry 6 1-gallon jugs to fill them with just enough water to cook and drink for the day. If you want to do laundry, you have to carry all your dirty clothes through the jungle to where the spring bubbles up from under a rock and do them there, then carry them back to your house, wet.
Barangay Rizal has a piped water system now, but it was installed in the 1960's and has fallen into disrepair. The pipeline is riddled with leaks and illegal taps that reduce the quality of service for everyone else downstream.
Our plan is to construct two separate pipelines to supply water to these two barangays. One pipeline will start at a spring in Quitinday and carry water through 4" diameter pipes to the center of barangay Rizal, where it will be stored in (2) 30,000 liter ferrocement tanks and then piped down to communal faucets in the population center through 2" pipe. The water system for barangay Quitinday is a bit more complex. Water coming out of a spring is captured, piped through a series of Hydraulic Rampumps to a 9000 Liter ferrocement storage tank, and finally piped down to communal faucets near the houses that need the water.
On May 26th, we broke ground on the pipeline for Quitinday and have made some serious headway.
Highly technical engineering drawing of the Quitinday water system
This picture was taken from the construction site. That cellphone tower is the closest bit of infrastructure.
Here is a kid fetching water for his family (cutest thing in the world with his tiny machete)
Taking a break
Daily snacks of rice wrapped in banana leaves
Moving big rocks to clear out one of the springs
Pouring concrete to make the base of one of the spring intake boxes
Tank formwork (Necessity is the mother of invention and we were all out of lumber)
Bending the reinforcement to the will of the people...
First round of plastering
First layer finished, looks good enough to eat
This will be a manhole cover when it grows up
Tank feels naked with her forms pulled off in public (she's still a bit ugly and needs some more plastering to fill in those holes, but the advantage of ferrocement is that it is really easy to repair and doesn't get self-conscious when you talk about it like this)
"Laying some pipe." Get it?
dSteep section of worksite. OSHA, eat your heart out. (guys were carring 40kg sacks of cement down this on their heads; each step is only about 6" wide)
Did I mention it is BEAUTIFUL up here?
What's wrong with this picture?
That's right, he is holding a hacksaw BLADE in his hand because we didn't have enough handles for all the workers....
No blog is complete without a picture of a giant jungle spider.
More next time as construction continues...
Thursday, May 01, 2008
"The Clap"
Sometimes there are moments in Peace Corps that make you sit back, smile and remember why you love this job.
The community of Jovellar, Albay is extremely rural and is one of the poorest in the province. Over the last 6-12 months (depending on how you look at it) I have been working with a number of local NGOs and government agencies to develop the plans to construct (2) piped water systems for barangays Rizal and Quitinday in Jovellar.
Just last week, my counterpart and I met with the barangay council of Quitinday to spell out the division of labor for pipeline and tank construction. We needed the council to offer, as the community's counterpart, local labor to haul all construction materials 2km into the jungle to the site where we will lay the pipe and build the water tanks. The total cost estimate, using local daily wages, came to about 25000 pesos. It is hard to understand how difficult it is to ask for donations from people who struggle to buy a kilogram of rice for their families everyday (even with the world rice crisis, 1kg of rice runs about $0.75 a kilogram).
They all speak a rural, upland dialect of Bikol that I can only partially understand, so I had only a vague idea of what they were debating. After an hour of raised-voice deliberation over how the materials would be moved into the woods, all 15 council members leaned back in their chairs at the same time, clapped once and said "iyan" (translates as "like that"). They had decided to have the council buy food for all the workers and families of the workers who will carry materials to the site.
Bikol is, for the most part, a contextual language; sentences are not too complicated and you can usually understand what someone is talking about just based on what they are doing at the time. To have a group of people who don't all necessarily agree with one another have one communal moment of clarity and come together with a clap and a "iyan" was an amazing sight to see.
From the volunteers I have spoken to, and my own personal experience, the best feeling a volunteer can get isn't building a pipeline or planting a tree but when someone UNDERSTANDS you. If a local takes what you tell them, interprets it and acts on it in the way that you intended the information to be used, there is this almost giddy sense of success that I can't really put into words (though clearly I am trying to).
Not too many people will admit to having "the clap" as their best memory of Peace Corps, but I know I will.
The community of Jovellar, Albay is extremely rural and is one of the poorest in the province. Over the last 6-12 months (depending on how you look at it) I have been working with a number of local NGOs and government agencies to develop the plans to construct (2) piped water systems for barangays Rizal and Quitinday in Jovellar.
Just last week, my counterpart and I met with the barangay council of Quitinday to spell out the division of labor for pipeline and tank construction. We needed the council to offer, as the community's counterpart, local labor to haul all construction materials 2km into the jungle to the site where we will lay the pipe and build the water tanks. The total cost estimate, using local daily wages, came to about 25000 pesos. It is hard to understand how difficult it is to ask for donations from people who struggle to buy a kilogram of rice for their families everyday (even with the world rice crisis, 1kg of rice runs about $0.75 a kilogram).
They all speak a rural, upland dialect of Bikol that I can only partially understand, so I had only a vague idea of what they were debating. After an hour of raised-voice deliberation over how the materials would be moved into the woods, all 15 council members leaned back in their chairs at the same time, clapped once and said "iyan" (translates as "like that"). They had decided to have the council buy food for all the workers and families of the workers who will carry materials to the site.
Bikol is, for the most part, a contextual language; sentences are not too complicated and you can usually understand what someone is talking about just based on what they are doing at the time. To have a group of people who don't all necessarily agree with one another have one communal moment of clarity and come together with a clap and a "iyan" was an amazing sight to see.
From the volunteers I have spoken to, and my own personal experience, the best feeling a volunteer can get isn't building a pipeline or planting a tree but when someone UNDERSTANDS you. If a local takes what you tell them, interprets it and acts on it in the way that you intended the information to be used, there is this almost giddy sense of success that I can't really put into words (though clearly I am trying to).
Not too many people will admit to having "the clap" as their best memory of Peace Corps, but I know I will.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Donating my body to culinary science
A few hypothetical questions for all the vegans out there:
Let's assume I get in a horrible car accident which results in both my legs being amputated. I would immediately have the legs put on ice and saved for my next memorial day party. This doesn't sound like much fun, but let's look at the silver lining: there would be a few pounds of morally neutral meat available for the eating.
Would YOU, as a fellow enjoyer-of-barbeque, ever eat human meat if it was presented to you in this way?
Do the tenets of veganism (no violence against another creature) imply that cannibalism like this is not allowed? If I consciously offer my own meat, does that remove any moral qualms about where the meat came from?
Can I invite my vegan friend to the party without him/her getting offended?
How would you want the meat prepared?
If this question is too strange for you, ask yourself what about cannibalism makes it wrong or at least undesirable?
It may be human meat, but we are just animals with very similar biochemistry to monkeys, whether you think Darwin was a douche or not. If you would eat monkey, why wouldn't you eat me.... if I offered?
The Twilight Zone - To Serve Man
Let's assume I get in a horrible car accident which results in both my legs being amputated. I would immediately have the legs put on ice and saved for my next memorial day party. This doesn't sound like much fun, but let's look at the silver lining: there would be a few pounds of morally neutral meat available for the eating.
Would YOU, as a fellow enjoyer-of-barbeque, ever eat human meat if it was presented to you in this way?
Do the tenets of veganism (no violence against another creature) imply that cannibalism like this is not allowed? If I consciously offer my own meat, does that remove any moral qualms about where the meat came from?
Can I invite my vegan friend to the party without him/her getting offended?
How would you want the meat prepared?
If this question is too strange for you, ask yourself what about cannibalism makes it wrong or at least undesirable?
It may be human meat, but we are just animals with very similar biochemistry to monkeys, whether you think Darwin was a douche or not. If you would eat monkey, why wouldn't you eat me.... if I offered?
The Twilight Zone - To Serve Man
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Disaster season 2008
I just made it through my third typhoon season in the Philippines and even though the damage caused was nothing compared to the season of 2006 (remember typhoons Reming and Milenyo), Bikol is still an uncertain and volatile place to live. This year, the typhoons were mild and the winds were weak but there have been heavy rains extending 2 months into what is now supposed to be the dry season. The Philippines can be brutally hot when the time is right, but honestly I have been looking forward to a break from the overcast sky and intermittent downpour.
The rains fall with such intensity that the water cannot runoff fast enough, the result of which is widespread flooding and landslides.
Aquinas University (called Aquarium behind its back) is adjacent to the largest river in the province, the Yawa, which is tempermental and likes to flood and cancel classes on a regular basis. After typhoon Reming's reaming of the province, the school planners wised up and built all classrooms at least a meter above the floodplain so the school would be more resillient to disasters, but that has only worked so well.
During a particularly torrential rainstorm, students and teachers (and Peace Corps Volunteers) flee the flooding.
To escape the rising floodwaters without getting your feet wet, improvise a bridge!
The canteen, underwater
When weak, clayey soil becomes saturated with water, it becomes more prone to fail. Due to the soil in Albay, as well as the steep hills, makes the danger of landslides a very real one. There is no local budget for any kind of preventative measures besides relocating families to some where flatter, so the earth reshapes itself on a regular basis.
They just never let up
A minor slope failure in an area where I work regularly. You can see the failure plane around the rim of this area
A landslide diverted a river from its natural course and through the yard of this house
More drowned vehicles
The shoulder of the road has been totally scoured by the new river
These were semi-trucks at one point...
Manmade Disasters
On a morning much like any other, I walked out of my house full of caffeine and oatmeal, headed for parts unknown. As I passed a jeep parked on my street, I noticed some Filipinos running around and yelling at each other. Things are generally quiet and calm in my neighborhood so I went to investigate and found that a jeep parked on my street had a trickle of flame coming from the gas tank.
People ran back and forth throwing wet towels and sand bags at the flames, to no avail. Within 30 seconds of my watching the car, the car was a fireball with a tower of black smoke covering the nearby houses.
The towering inferno
"Oh shit, I hope I didn't leave my wallet in there!!"
Thinking like an American, I turned to the man next to me:
"Do you have a phone? We should call the fire department or someone with some water!"
"Oye, sorry sir. Walang load." (He didn't have enough prepaid credits on his phone to call anyone who might be able to help.)
At this point, he turned away from me and went back to watching the fire begin to spread to other vehicles and nearby houses.
The crowd that has gathered to stare dumbly and not do anything about the flaming car
Instead of lecturing people on the need to help others around you and passing out cards with the local emergency number (117) on them, I picked up my phone and called the local fire department.
I'll be honest, I didn't have much faith in the fire department here at first, but that has changed. Using the stopwatch on my phone, I marked them at a 4 minute response time; better than most places in the states. Luckily for us, it is national fire prevention month in Albay, so the firemen were on top of their game.
If it is going to be an official awareness month of any kind, you HAVE to have a banner
Only in the Philippines would you see a fireman wearing shorts and tsinelas (flip-flops)
Local reporters arrived moments after the fire department
As the fire died down, the crowd moved in until everyone was huddled around the burnt hull of this poor guys jeep
Videoke: A true natural disaster
Hanging out on the fresh lava flow from Mt. Mayon
Soon-to-be-cooked pig
Oh the sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun
The rains fall with such intensity that the water cannot runoff fast enough, the result of which is widespread flooding and landslides.
Aquinas University (called Aquarium behind its back) is adjacent to the largest river in the province, the Yawa, which is tempermental and likes to flood and cancel classes on a regular basis. After typhoon Reming's reaming of the province, the school planners wised up and built all classrooms at least a meter above the floodplain so the school would be more resillient to disasters, but that has only worked so well.
During a particularly torrential rainstorm, students and teachers (and Peace Corps Volunteers) flee the flooding.
To escape the rising floodwaters without getting your feet wet, improvise a bridge!
The canteen, underwater
When weak, clayey soil becomes saturated with water, it becomes more prone to fail. Due to the soil in Albay, as well as the steep hills, makes the danger of landslides a very real one. There is no local budget for any kind of preventative measures besides relocating families to some where flatter, so the earth reshapes itself on a regular basis.
They just never let up
A minor slope failure in an area where I work regularly. You can see the failure plane around the rim of this area
A landslide diverted a river from its natural course and through the yard of this house
More drowned vehicles
The shoulder of the road has been totally scoured by the new river
These were semi-trucks at one point...
Manmade Disasters
On a morning much like any other, I walked out of my house full of caffeine and oatmeal, headed for parts unknown. As I passed a jeep parked on my street, I noticed some Filipinos running around and yelling at each other. Things are generally quiet and calm in my neighborhood so I went to investigate and found that a jeep parked on my street had a trickle of flame coming from the gas tank.
People ran back and forth throwing wet towels and sand bags at the flames, to no avail. Within 30 seconds of my watching the car, the car was a fireball with a tower of black smoke covering the nearby houses.
The towering inferno
"Oh shit, I hope I didn't leave my wallet in there!!"
Thinking like an American, I turned to the man next to me:
"Do you have a phone? We should call the fire department or someone with some water!"
"Oye, sorry sir. Walang load." (He didn't have enough prepaid credits on his phone to call anyone who might be able to help.)
At this point, he turned away from me and went back to watching the fire begin to spread to other vehicles and nearby houses.
The crowd that has gathered to stare dumbly and not do anything about the flaming car
Instead of lecturing people on the need to help others around you and passing out cards with the local emergency number (117) on them, I picked up my phone and called the local fire department.
I'll be honest, I didn't have much faith in the fire department here at first, but that has changed. Using the stopwatch on my phone, I marked them at a 4 minute response time; better than most places in the states. Luckily for us, it is national fire prevention month in Albay, so the firemen were on top of their game.
If it is going to be an official awareness month of any kind, you HAVE to have a banner
Only in the Philippines would you see a fireman wearing shorts and tsinelas (flip-flops)
Local reporters arrived moments after the fire department
As the fire died down, the crowd moved in until everyone was huddled around the burnt hull of this poor guys jeep
Videoke: A true natural disaster
Hanging out on the fresh lava flow from Mt. Mayon
Soon-to-be-cooked pig
Oh the sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Conspicuous Foreigners
It is now that magical time of year in the Philippines, as the rainy season comes to an intense, floow-prone conclusion, when the white people come out in force. All over Bikol there are sightings of Peace Corps volunteers participating in civic activities and generally helping out their fellow Bikolanos.
Three weeks ago, anyone wandering by the Shell station on Magsaysay avenue at 5:30 AM would have seen several Americans doing their duty by getting up before dawn to ride their bicycles 100km. Senator Pia Cayetano has put on what is called the Bike for Hope every year for the last 6. This year the ride was from Naga to Legaspi City.
Becky, Aaron, Francis (a local TV talk show host) and I joined in the fun and took our sweet-ass time getting all the way down to Legaspi. This trip was Francis' first bike ride over 1 or 2 km so a trip of ~50x that was a new thing for him. We all ended up with sore butts, but hanging out with a senator was worth every painful day for the next week or so.
Plus, for the Php300 entry fee we got a delicious lunch and free bike jerseys and a gift pack.
What is in a bike ride gift pack, you ask? Not what you would expect, but useful nonetheless.
(1) Package of high-calcium powdered milk (with pictures of ole people on the front)
(1) Can of generic energy drink
(3) Packs of shrimp-flavored cheetos knock-offs
(1) Blue plastic bracelet signifying something
(1) Package of ramen noodles
(1) Tube of pain-relief cream
(3) Cans of vienna sausages
Makes sense to me...
Getting pumped the night before
The senator making us dirty Americans look better
Ready to go
The Route!
Francis on his last legs
The heroes taking their victory lunch
Official website of the ride:
http://www.cayetanofoundation.com/bfh/newslist.php?cmd=reset
Three weeks ago, anyone wandering by the Shell station on Magsaysay avenue at 5:30 AM would have seen several Americans doing their duty by getting up before dawn to ride their bicycles 100km. Senator Pia Cayetano has put on what is called the Bike for Hope every year for the last 6. This year the ride was from Naga to Legaspi City.
Becky, Aaron, Francis (a local TV talk show host) and I joined in the fun and took our sweet-ass time getting all the way down to Legaspi. This trip was Francis' first bike ride over 1 or 2 km so a trip of ~50x that was a new thing for him. We all ended up with sore butts, but hanging out with a senator was worth every painful day for the next week or so.
Plus, for the Php300 entry fee we got a delicious lunch and free bike jerseys and a gift pack.
What is in a bike ride gift pack, you ask? Not what you would expect, but useful nonetheless.
(1) Package of high-calcium powdered milk (with pictures of ole people on the front)
(1) Can of generic energy drink
(3) Packs of shrimp-flavored cheetos knock-offs
(1) Blue plastic bracelet signifying something
(1) Package of ramen noodles
(1) Tube of pain-relief cream
(3) Cans of vienna sausages
Makes sense to me...
Getting pumped the night before
The senator making us dirty Americans look better
Ready to go
The Route!
Francis on his last legs
The heroes taking their victory lunch
Official website of the ride:
http://www.cayetanofoundation.com/bfh/newslist.php?cmd=reset
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