son of Ishmael wrote:We worked in some pretty bad areas and I am sure there were even worse ones that ours. The water was bad, the sanitation was bad, and I fought diarrhea constantly.
Yeah, in Cuzco we lived in such a shithole that my entire body was covered in flea bites. I can't recall how this got out, but the last week of my six-month stint in Cuzco we were moved to a pretty nice apartment.
I also remember eating at our pension, and the dude's house was so dirty that his kitchen wall would be covered in cockroaches, grease, old food remnants, smoke... Not sure how that one got out either, but we ended up switching to a Sister's home and the food and cleanliness were outstanding. She was a fantastic person.
I suppose my Peruvian companions must've complained because I never said a word (didn't want to seem ungrateful; wanted to stay humble and appreciative to serve the Lord, etc...).
Man.. Memories. I also remember having to cross the Cuzco river every day to get to our tracting area, and it was full of trash and sewage. One of my more vivid memories was that of a pig eating a dead dog half submerged in the river, and one of the indigenous types was retrieving water from the same spot presumable to use for cooking.
- Doc
ETA: Oddly enough I never got sick. Most of my American contemporaries at one time or another went through some sever illnesses. One fella got sent home (he was assigned to the Amazon region), and I was his follow-on replacement. Never got sick. Go figure...