There are many
good things about Tonga that I enjoy; unfortunately, the food is not one of
them. Not all the food is terrible, though. I really like the lu and the clams
I get on Sundays. The clams are cooked in the umu with a coconut curry sauce and
they are as good and fresh as any clams I’ve had in the US. For the most part,
my dinners are satisfactory and even occasionally enjoyable as I just eat meat
(sheep, chicken, or beef) with rice or root crops. The sheep, especially, is
pretty solid.
That being said,
there is plenty of food that I have not been able to enjoy in Tonga and I have
certainly experienced days where my diet consists of water, coke, cookies, and
rice. Below, I have listed some of the most interesting meals (i.e. worst) I
have eaten (i.e. tried one bite of) in Tonga so far.
1. Spaghetti and Spam sandwich. Yes, there
is a third incarnation of the spaghetti bread sandwich that I have recently
discovered. In this rendition, a piece of spam is placed on top of the
spaghetti bread sandwich, much to the delight of all the Tongans who I give
away this lunch too.
2. Corned Beef soup. Corned beef in Tonga is
not like corned beef in America. It is canned beef. Imagine canned tuna fish,
but with beef, and you kind of get the idea. When I first heard I was getting
soup I was incredibly excited, as I have heard from several volunteers that
Tongan soup is amazing and I have yet to try it. Sadly, I believe the soup
component in corned beef soup is the liquid that comes from the can so this
meal was not a winner.
3. Spamburger. My host mother asked me what
my favorite kind of food is and I naively answered hamburgers. Since then I
have been greeted many morning by a boxed lunch of bread, lettuce, tomato, and
spam.
There are many
good things, not counting the food that I experience as well. During my home
stay, the people of Ha’asini have been incredibly welcoming to me. I feel very
lazy because everything is done for me. Faiana cooks my meals and does my
laundry. The villagers welcome me into their homes, invite me to their kava
circles, thank me for just being there in their churches, and greet me warmly
whenever I see them. I am often overwhelmed by their kindness and generosity
and I wanted to give back something in return for their hospitality.
Fortunately, two
events came up this week that have allowed me to help in a small way. The first
was that a man who belongs to the church I go to asked me if I could help his
daughter prepare for the Form 5 exam – this is roughly the same as 10th
grade. I said of course, and the next day I helped teach her how to write a
persuasive essay in English (a ridiculously hard assignment that I hope I
helped explain a little bit).
For the second
event, one of the men in the village who teaches high school in Nuku’alofa
asked me if I could help him write his essay for his application to graduate
school in New Zealand. I helped him brainstorm some ideas, and I told him to
bring me his essays when he finishes them so we can review them together.
Both of these events
are extremely minor, but it made me happy to contribute something to my
village. It also helped show me that the affect I have on Tongans as a
volunteer is very difficult to quantify as a teacher, but just helping one girl
pass her exam and one teacher get accepted into his masters program offers the
little successes that make my Peace Corps experience worthwhile for myself and
the Tongans I live with.
On a different
note, I have been on the lookout for funny signs that always seem to be
prevalent in developing countries. I have finally been able to capture one, as you can see
below. The photo was taken at a school library (check out Commandment 10).
The next photo
is a picture of a goody bag that the current volunteers made for us because
they know that we have been stressing out about finding out our site
attachments. Two more days! (but whose counting). It was a great surprise, and
the bag was filled with much needed candy, an American flag, a photo of our
arrival, a bracelet, a necklace, a shell, and a bunch of other things.
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