Biology class? Try again
Saturday
An eight hour road trip in Peru: it’ll take you from the foggy, misty Pacific Coast, through the chilly snow tipped mountains of the Andes, and into the warm, humid High Jungle of La Merced. We hired a personal bus driver from a nearby church to drive us from Lima to the Jungle. On our way, we were pulled over at least seven times. We went over a speed bump so fast that the luggage in the back literally flew into the air and toppled on top of a sleeping Alyssa. And half of the group got headaches from the altitude. But finally after eight hours, we make it to the Jungle town of La Merced. Pastor Jim announced that we had reached the campgrounds and our bus pulled over to the side of the road. All I could see was the greenest mountain I’ve ever encountered on one side of the road and a river on the other side. I probably gave Pastor Jim some raised eyebrow look I sometimes get when I don’t believe someone. I kept searching my surroundings looking for some sort of campsite when I saw three cables running across the width of the river. Next thing I know, two men from the camp are pulling their way across the river on a cable car. I got that excited feeling that starts deep inside and shivers its way out the tips of my fingers. We’re supposed to be in the Jungle for three days of hands-on Biology studies. However, as I’m suspended dozens of feet over the river I know it won’t be like any class I’ve taken so far.
An eight hour road trip in Peru: it’ll take you from the foggy, misty Pacific Coast, through the chilly snow tipped mountains of the Andes, and into the warm, humid High Jungle of La Merced. We hired a personal bus driver from a nearby church to drive us from Lima to the Jungle. On our way, we were pulled over at least seven times. We went over a speed bump so fast that the luggage in the back literally flew into the air and toppled on top of a sleeping Alyssa. And half of the group got headaches from the altitude. But finally after eight hours, we make it to the Jungle town of La Merced. Pastor Jim announced that we had reached the campgrounds and our bus pulled over to the side of the road. All I could see was the greenest mountain I’ve ever encountered on one side of the road and a river on the other side. I probably gave Pastor Jim some raised eyebrow look I sometimes get when I don’t believe someone. I kept searching my surroundings looking for some sort of campsite when I saw three cables running across the width of the river. Next thing I know, two men from the camp are pulling their way across the river on a cable car. I got that excited feeling that starts deep inside and shivers its way out the tips of my fingers. We’re supposed to be in the Jungle for three days of hands-on Biology studies. However, as I’m suspended dozens of feet over the river I know it won’t be like any class I’ve taken so far.
Sunday
We didn’t know exactly what time church would start. Pastor Jim and Miss Becky had been to the church before, but they didn’t really know the pastor and they couldn’t remember the service time. We decided to leave around 9:00. We set out on our mini hike that would take us across the river in the cable car. We got to the church around 9:30. The doors were open and we could see the Pastor at his pulpit teaching the Sunday School class. However, by the time we all got off the bus, the Pastor was outside waiting at the door to greet us. The whole Sunday School class had taken a break and everyone wanted to give us kisses of greeting before the Pastor continued his lesson. After he finished, everyone greeted us all over again before the morning service started. We all felt very welcome, and the Pastor even asked Pastor Jim to preach for the evening service. After church we came back to the campground, all the ARRIBA students wanted to go play in the river that we’d been crossing in the cable car, so we set out to find a way to get there. We ended up climbing through some jungle beds and over some jungle rocks and eventually made it to a giant boulder that we liked. Some of us stayed on the rock enjoying the jungle sun, while others played in the river enjoying the jungle water. When we first arrived in Lima, we encountered the fascination stage of culture shock. Now we’re right back where we started. Everything we see is exciting and adventurous. The jungle definitely is a different culture.
We didn’t know exactly what time church would start. Pastor Jim and Miss Becky had been to the church before, but they didn’t really know the pastor and they couldn’t remember the service time. We decided to leave around 9:00. We set out on our mini hike that would take us across the river in the cable car. We got to the church around 9:30. The doors were open and we could see the Pastor at his pulpit teaching the Sunday School class. However, by the time we all got off the bus, the Pastor was outside waiting at the door to greet us. The whole Sunday School class had taken a break and everyone wanted to give us kisses of greeting before the Pastor continued his lesson. After he finished, everyone greeted us all over again before the morning service started. We all felt very welcome, and the Pastor even asked Pastor Jim to preach for the evening service. After church we came back to the campground, all the ARRIBA students wanted to go play in the river that we’d been crossing in the cable car, so we set out to find a way to get there. We ended up climbing through some jungle beds and over some jungle rocks and eventually made it to a giant boulder that we liked. Some of us stayed on the rock enjoying the jungle sun, while others played in the river enjoying the jungle water. When we first arrived in Lima, we encountered the fascination stage of culture shock. Now we’re right back where we started. Everything we see is exciting and adventurous. The jungle definitely is a different culture.
Monday
Botanical gardens, waterfalls, soccer with the kids; Jungle life. We started our day by going to the Botanical Garden. A man with bushy eyebrows and a thin gray mustache came out to greet us. He was only the groundskeeper, but he offered to take us around the gardens. Dr. Deckert (a retired Biology Professor from Clearwater) knew just about every plant within the garden, and the ones he didn’t know, he looked up in his Peru Flower travel book. We spend quite a few hours exploring the Garden enjoying the beautiful Peruvian plant life. Once we got back from the Garden and had a few sessions of Biology learning, a few of us set out to find the waterfalls. We followed a well worn path into the forest and followed the water system that the camp had made to get their water supply. We went up a few steep hills, crossed the river two or three times, and finally made it to the waterfall. We stood in awe for a few minutes basking in the creation of our God. The powerful water surged over the edge and cascaded some dozens of feet to where we stood underneath it. We played in the water for a while before heading back to the campgrounds. Once there, we immediately turned the other direction and headed to an orphanage not too far away. As soon as we poked our heads over the hill, the kids started running for us. They had no idea who we were or what we were there for, but they started talking to us and inviting us to explore their home with them. We were invited inside the dining hall by the director of the orphanage. We were able to meet all the kids and give share testimonies with them. Then we were able to play soccer with the boys. We played ARRIBA students vs the kids. They killed us, and enjoyed doing it. We played and laughed until the sun dipped below the tip of the mountain.
Botanical gardens, waterfalls, soccer with the kids; Jungle life. We started our day by going to the Botanical Garden. A man with bushy eyebrows and a thin gray mustache came out to greet us. He was only the groundskeeper, but he offered to take us around the gardens. Dr. Deckert (a retired Biology Professor from Clearwater) knew just about every plant within the garden, and the ones he didn’t know, he looked up in his Peru Flower travel book. We spend quite a few hours exploring the Garden enjoying the beautiful Peruvian plant life. Once we got back from the Garden and had a few sessions of Biology learning, a few of us set out to find the waterfalls. We followed a well worn path into the forest and followed the water system that the camp had made to get their water supply. We went up a few steep hills, crossed the river two or three times, and finally made it to the waterfall. We stood in awe for a few minutes basking in the creation of our God. The powerful water surged over the edge and cascaded some dozens of feet to where we stood underneath it. We played in the water for a while before heading back to the campgrounds. Once there, we immediately turned the other direction and headed to an orphanage not too far away. As soon as we poked our heads over the hill, the kids started running for us. They had no idea who we were or what we were there for, but they started talking to us and inviting us to explore their home with them. We were invited inside the dining hall by the director of the orphanage. We were able to meet all the kids and give share testimonies with them. Then we were able to play soccer with the boys. We played ARRIBA students vs the kids. They killed us, and enjoyed doing it. We played and laughed until the sun dipped below the tip of the mountain.
Tuesday
What do you get when water drips down a limestone ceiling? Stalagmites…or stalactites. I don’t remember which one starts at the bottom and which one starts at the top. However, I do remember that caves are now my favorite sort of adventure. Even after watching a horror movie about college girls getting lost in a cave and getting eaten by nonexistent creatures…anyway…Four months ago, my roommate at CCC, Joanna Feliz, and I were trying to repel down the side of our dorm. Unfortunately we weren’t able to accomplish it due to a slippery wall. However, I can now say that I have successfully repelled down a cave and am anxiously awaiting my chance to do it with Joanna! On our way home from the Jungle, we stopped in the mountains to explore a cave. It wasn’t like the caves I’ve been in the states that have the touristy walkways and hand rails next to the river so people don’t fall in. No, this cave had walls that you had to climb, cliffs that you had to repel down, walkways a foot wide you had to get across, etc with only the light from our flashlights. Mrs. Deckert was not a fan of the whole rock climbing/repelling thing…but we got her through it and now she has a cool story to tell her grandchildren! My favorite part was when we had reached the end of the trail and were about to turn around. We all turned off our flashlights and sang a few songs about the greatest of our God. In the cave of a mountain or in the depths of the Jungle, our God is greater, stronger, and higher than any other!
What do you get when water drips down a limestone ceiling? Stalagmites…or stalactites. I don’t remember which one starts at the bottom and which one starts at the top. However, I do remember that caves are now my favorite sort of adventure. Even after watching a horror movie about college girls getting lost in a cave and getting eaten by nonexistent creatures…anyway…Four months ago, my roommate at CCC, Joanna Feliz, and I were trying to repel down the side of our dorm. Unfortunately we weren’t able to accomplish it due to a slippery wall. However, I can now say that I have successfully repelled down a cave and am anxiously awaiting my chance to do it with Joanna! On our way home from the Jungle, we stopped in the mountains to explore a cave. It wasn’t like the caves I’ve been in the states that have the touristy walkways and hand rails next to the river so people don’t fall in. No, this cave had walls that you had to climb, cliffs that you had to repel down, walkways a foot wide you had to get across, etc with only the light from our flashlights. Mrs. Deckert was not a fan of the whole rock climbing/repelling thing…but we got her through it and now she has a cool story to tell her grandchildren! My favorite part was when we had reached the end of the trail and were about to turn around. We all turned off our flashlights and sang a few songs about the greatest of our God. In the cave of a mountain or in the depths of the Jungle, our God is greater, stronger, and higher than any other!