Wednesday, March 4, 2009

WATER FOR XESALLI


Xesalli does not have a real center but consist of twenty two families spread out along a dead end 4x4 road. These families migrated here from Chel in 1997 and the road was built two years ago. Here is the village center with the original school house on the left and the only store in the top right.Last year while I was in Chel three men from a neighboring community approached me with an invitation to visit and help their village with a program similar to the cattle program. When I visited them and we talked about their various needs it was universally decided the potable water was the number one need. There is a lot if water in the mountains above Xesalli what they lacked was materials to build a water system. It has been a pleasure to get to know this village and see this system become a reality. Today March third we are only three days away from completing the concrete work. We have 500 feet of 3 inch pvc pipe on site and today’s meeting with the municipality who we have asked to provide the rest of the piping went very well.
This community migrated from Chel in 1995. Xesalli is not really a town but a row of houses along the road. Two years ago they put in this “road” when three communities received funds to build a hydro-electric system. Big changes in three years, a 4x4 road, electricity, and now water. It may sound great but I have witness a hard life here and they come from a much harsher history. Chel the community they came from was burned to the ground in 1983 and for 2 to 10 years these people lived in the mountains. The stories about what they endured are incredible. What you see in these pictures has been built by people who returned without shoes, tools, blankets, or money. Today I rode out from Chel to Chajul and was glad to arrive after 3 hours of bumps. Yesterday the roads were blocked by landslides and the people walked 4 hours in the rain starting at three in the morning. People my age remember carrying bags of coffee on their backs the whole distance. It is a good place to lend a hand. The following are some photos of Xesalli.



All housing is simple. There are no concrete floors but half the houses have electric lights



Here is the village supermarket. Chel where the shopping really happens is only a twenty minute walk away.

Children start talking on adult responsibilities early. I have seen girls as young as 4 weaving although 8 is more common.



Margarita has been ill this is why her hair is short.


This girl is sitting in front of a Thuj, a traditional stream/sauna bath house.

Weaving is an art for all Ixil women.

Favorite colors and designs are personal signitures. A woman normally only completes 4 to 6 weavings a year. Her shirt which took two months to weave and $12 of thread only sells for $30

For cash coffee is king here selling for $1 a pound. Gaspar recieved a bumper crop this year.


Juan also is real happy with his harvest as he prepars to husk the beans

After the beans are husked they are washeed then sun dried. For 5 day they will be turned three times a day and gathered up every night.

Corn and beans are the main food crop. The forest is constantly giving way to new fields

Here is the home I stayed in during the project. When I left Juancita was hanging cow eyeball to smoke above the fire. I missed that meal.

Kitchen cabnets and counter complete with a grinding stone for the corn.

Higinio (on the right) and Pedro in conversation at the proposed tank site.

The crew that took me to the site upstream to show where we could collect good water.

This is the spot. I have drank from this spot and for added protection we are putting a sand filter on the second tank.

Work begins with digging a hole four feet down.

Nim Siban -one of my first ixil words - big rock

A record was keep of how many loads a family carried and how many days of work were completed.

Martin my mason for the project ask for the final touches on the hole.

The community turned out in force to gather sand and gravel from the river bed.

Young boys as well as young girls share the workload.

The loads were tough.

The trail was steep to clear the river bed. It was only about a 15 minute walk to the worksite.

Juancito the town "mayor" loading a mule.

When all the sand was collected it was time to move cement.

On one of the pour days we carried 44 bags of cement before breakfast. I had to scolded two men who wear carrying two bags at a time.

Hand mixing, hand sawing, hand digging, it is a slow phisical process


Pouring the floor


While we were busy preparing the floor for the first tank I contracted with the ”local mill” to cut 6 dozen 1x12’s and 6 dozen 2x4’s. Salvador does all the cutting without a guide and had a 1 and 15 minute one way commute to this site from his house. It was 45 minute from the water tank and a steep climb. The young men in these photos carried three loads this afternoon.

I learned a new use of the Spanish word cuesta today. These two young men kept describing the trail as cuesta mucho.It is usually used in buying and pricing things but can also be used in describing the cost of effort to accomplish something. The leader of Xesayi was viewing these same photos and said this project "cuesta the gente mucho" but it will benefit them more


A short pause to rest Fransico's neck. The people of this community did not pay for these boards or this water system but I think they earned it with thier labor. They will value it not only for the gift of water but becuase of the price of thier labor.

It is a good thing we didn't order wider boards.


On load delivered, two more to haul today and then back to thier regular daily work.


forming the walls of the tank.

and wraping the forms with rebar to strenghten the concrete.

Another group effort for the pour. We decided to pour walls and cieling in one day to make for a stonger bond.

I think there are around 50 buckets of concrete in one yard and 6 yards in this pour.


With the first tank done we were warmed up for some real hiking. We preassembled the forms and the pack everything up the mountain.

It is a 45 minute walk up the mountain with cement, rebar, tools and

preformed pannels. I thought it would b easier to prebuild the tank and only haul what was really necessary.

Horses are our friends

Those preformed pannels sounded like a good idea but imagine packing this up the trail on you next hiking trip.

Forming the filter tank below the collection site.

We formed and poured this the fists day

The sand filter is simply clean rock with a filter cloth and then sand. The water flows threw the sand and the sand removes 85% of the harmful bacterias.

Laying 3" pvc pipe between the filter tange and the collection tank.

Finally we have completed the last tank. We latter made a small dam of boulders and concrete to form a pool around the upper half of the tank.

All three tanks are completed as well as the piping between the firt two tanks. On our third visit to the local municipal we showed them a computer video of the project and they finally agreed to provide the rest of the piping! This is a big step and as the elections come closer I hope they will be more motivated next year to help in Nuevo Puntos and Los Encuentros. Over the next month the community will complete the trench and piping between the two tanks and connect the smaller pipes to each house. For years to come these families will be able to turn on a simple hose bib and recieve clean water inside thier homes. What a blessing.
I have visited these two other communities where I want to do another water project next year. I am going to wait on a blog entre until I get home but the work there makes Xesalli look easy. It is a 45 minute hike to the village and almost another hour to the spring. The terrain is steeper and sand harder to find. Their need is a lot greater and when we discuss the amount of work they are ready to do it and responded without water the village will die. I am truly humbled by this experience.

PIGS PIGS PIGS


Andres Laynez was my guide to the community Illom. For three years I have heard stories and been ask to go start a project in this community. Everyone has told me that this community is very poor because it is surrounded by a plantation and the people only receive $2-$3 for a day for labor. Andres know this community because when he was five years old the army burned Chel and after 2 years in the mountains the families he was living with sought refuge with the village of Illom. It too had been burn to the ground but the people of Illom found refuge on the plantation. For four years he lived with and was cared for by the family of Pedro Anay who we visited the first day. Alcohol is a problem here and when we arrived the road was blocked by a crowd looking at a man who had died due to drinking too much. The second day I saw three drunken men start to fight with machetes until the women disarmed them. The community has limited water no electricity and very poor housing. The road in is rough and there is no level ground as they cling to a red clay hill slide.
Despite all this It was one of the most entertaining trips I have had this year. During dinner with Pedro he informed me in his stucco Ixil that a gringo solder had come to the village 42 years ago and he had tried to talk to him but neither could understand each other. I am sure there has been another gringo since then but I was a novelity. Food and housing was free here and in the morning we would start looking for pigs to buy.


When I woke up I had a feeling with my good tracking skills we would be able to find some pigs
After breakfast we started going house to house with the alcade ( the mayor) looking for piglets. It was fun to crisscross the community and the sights we great but not a good time to carry a camera. I took these photos on a return trip when we set up a meeting time and place. When we found someone with the right size piglets we negotiated a price and recorded their name and how many pigs for how much. I was looking for 40 and we would deal with the transportation details latter. Around one thirty it we had contracts for 22 and had talked with a pickup owner who could only deliver that day and not the next as I had hope. We were running out of the perfect sized piglets and decided with our organized list to call it a day and head for Chel. That is when things began to change.
It was hard to find the housing where we had contracted to buy our piglets. The street signs and house numbers were not clearly marked here. Slipping and sliding up and down the hills we set up three meeting places where we would drive through at 3:00 sharp


At pick up spot one we were collecting 5 pigs. But wait here comes someone with two more. Oh there is a woman carrying another one by the ears. A crowd of twenty quickly formed and we talked about what I was doing and why. They share with me their needs and I shared with them some of my dreams in between races up and down the neighborhood looking at more pigs. I have a bag stuffed in my shirt with 10,000 questzales and am buying piglets like crazy in a community that the daily wages is 25-30 quetzales. We are trying to make it to stop two and find two missing owners and it is raining piglets.
No this one is too small that one too expensive but I’ll take those two for 250. I was writing down each purchase but had no idea how many pigs I had or how many contracted pig were waiting at stop three. I called a halt to the auction and we hit the gas for stop three finished buying the contracted piglets, said goodbyes and headed out of town with a pick-up full of piglets. The sun was shining the mountains beautiful, the people happy, life is good.


As when come into Chel the widows are converging on the field in front of Las Flores and I know it is for moments like this I am here. It is a special day. I tell the women that these are not piglets but seeds. Raise these piglets and when you sell them save part of the money to buy another. Allow this gift to be a seed of change for your lives. We then started handing out pigs and the squealing began anew


THEY DO NOT REAllY LIKE THIS.

If you every wondered how to hog tie something heres a good example.

Only one got away but that only added to the amusement

A PROUD OWNER




A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL