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- "La Gringa en Honduras" has become "A Gringa No Brasil". All of my posts about Peace Corps and Central America are still here, but I've changed the name and design for my new locale - Rio de Janeiro!
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The other day a fireman started fumigating my house. While I was still in it. Naked. Awkward.
The rate of dengue has gone up like crazy this year. I recently got an email from Peace Corps reporting that in 2009 there were 3,475 total cases versus 13,351 cases so far in 2010. However, most of them are in Tegucigalpa, and the rate amongst volunteers is the same so I'm not too worried. In order to combat the dengue, the firemen in my town have been going around and fumigating all of the houses and buildings, which leads me to my story. Funny to recount, but pretty embarrassing at the time...
The other day, I had put off going to work until the afternoon so that I could clean the house and do some laundry. Around mid-morning I had finished up so I decided to shower and maybe chill out with a book. I had just gotten clean when I heard someone knocking at my door, but I chose to ignore it since I wasn't dressed yet and figured they'd come back later. As it turns out, it was Alex, a fireman and friend of mine, who had just fumigated the other houses on my street and now it was my turn. Since I didn't answer the door, my landlord (and neighbor) assumed I was at work and let Alex in with his spare key.
The machine they use for fumigating is super loud - kind of like a leaf blower. So when I heard that noise in my hallway, I had no idea what was going on. Luckily, I had closed my bedroom door so Alex didn't see me as he walked past to start fumigating at the back of the house. Because of the noise, though, he also didn't hear me when I yelled at him to get out. I peaked my head out of the door and he saw me as he headed back down the hallway, apologized and left. I threw some clothes on and ran out of the house to the surprise of all of my neighbors who were sitting on their front stoops, waiting for the fumes to clear. Apparently they had all heard about the fumigating schedule by word of mouth, but no one had filled me in. Thanks a lot.
The fumigating was a three-day process so they covered every neighborhood and building three times. Alex made sure to text me the following two days before he headed over to my street.
The rate of dengue has gone up like crazy this year. I recently got an email from Peace Corps reporting that in 2009 there were 3,475 total cases versus 13,351 cases so far in 2010. However, most of them are in Tegucigalpa, and the rate amongst volunteers is the same so I'm not too worried. In order to combat the dengue, the firemen in my town have been going around and fumigating all of the houses and buildings, which leads me to my story. Funny to recount, but pretty embarrassing at the time...
The other day, I had put off going to work until the afternoon so that I could clean the house and do some laundry. Around mid-morning I had finished up so I decided to shower and maybe chill out with a book. I had just gotten clean when I heard someone knocking at my door, but I chose to ignore it since I wasn't dressed yet and figured they'd come back later. As it turns out, it was Alex, a fireman and friend of mine, who had just fumigated the other houses on my street and now it was my turn. Since I didn't answer the door, my landlord (and neighbor) assumed I was at work and let Alex in with his spare key.
The machine they use for fumigating is super loud - kind of like a leaf blower. So when I heard that noise in my hallway, I had no idea what was going on. Luckily, I had closed my bedroom door so Alex didn't see me as he walked past to start fumigating at the back of the house. Because of the noise, though, he also didn't hear me when I yelled at him to get out. I peaked my head out of the door and he saw me as he headed back down the hallway, apologized and left. I threw some clothes on and ran out of the house to the surprise of all of my neighbors who were sitting on their front stoops, waiting for the fumes to clear. Apparently they had all heard about the fumigating schedule by word of mouth, but no one had filled me in. Thanks a lot.
The fumigating was a three-day process so they covered every neighborhood and building three times. Alex made sure to text me the following two days before he headed over to my street.
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