Where we live now

The houses across the street from us.

For some time now I’ve been thinking of taking more pictures of my surroundings. It is not a secret that I am not in love with this town. It’s too hot, it’s too loud. I feel sick half of the time, I feel tired the other half… But in a matter of weeks (or months) we will be living somewhere else. It will be good, therapeutic even, to remember what we have left behind in “the North”.

As a pastor, my husband is provided lodgings for him and his family by the church which calls him. Churches that don’t have a house for the pastor are required to add an extra “living allowance” to his salary to cover for rent. In this case, the church property here is big and includes three houses around the church building. On one side there is a large house where lives the other pastor with his family, on the other side are two more smaller houses. One of them was rented out when we arrived, so we were dumped placed in the one in the street corner.

The house in the street corner.

Three bedroom, plus one office (for the pastor), two bathrooms, a large living-dining room, a kitchen and a despensa (utility room). All this sounds good, right? Then reality kicks in.

The front of the half destroyed house.

When we arrive, we realise that half the house has been destroyed, there is therefore no garage for the car or no space for storing the bikes (the utility room is an improvised narrow corridor at the back of the house). D has to park the car in the church parking lot and our bikes go in the small office. Daily frustrations. The roof is leaking in the living room and the kitchen. Inside puddles every day during the rainy season.

A crude wooden fence has quickly been built before our arrival on the side of the house. It’s quickly growing funny looking mushrooms and… Well, it’s ugly and plain depressing.

(I wanted to find a picture to show the ugliness of the fence, but instead I found a video with a magnificent trio — and the unfamous side of the house).

Oh, how I hated that house! The church assembly had the vague idea of building something in the vacant space between the two houses, but now three years later and still nothing has been decided.

OLD PIC. View of the back of the house from the church parking lot (aka. the playground).

We have since moved to the other house, the one that was rented out.

The “new” house is smaller, but better. The three boys need to share a bedroom, but we can fit the bikes in the despensa and the car in the “garage” (over here houses have a carport, rather than a garage). Not being in the street corner is also a big improvement for our privacy and the noise level.

Where we live now.

Ah, the noise level. I haven’t mentioned it? No? How could I not? As you might imagine, Brazilians are a noisy bunch. They like to party! Share the noise joy with everyone! No matter if it’s a holiday or a birthday! Very early morning or very late at night! I used to think that I wouldn’t mind and fit perfectly, but… Do you see where this is going?

We have average temperatures above 30°C / 90F everyday, all year. This guy, with his long sleeves and helmet, must be melting and swimming in his own sweat , don’t you think? I think too. But, hey, no sun burns!

I woke up suddenly many times at 3AM (yes, three-o-clock in the morning!) because an *sshole passed in front of the house with VERY LOUD music in his car (even if our bedroom is in the back of the house!). Understand that everyone sleeps (or not) with the windows open all the time, while most cars have their windows closed to keep the air conditioning in. The loudspeakers in the said cars are huge, HUGE. The kind that shake the car, the walls of the houses and everything in between… Then, there is also the matter of the advertising trucks, cars and motorcycles (again with very loud LOUDSPEAKERS) that pass all around town, and obviously right in front of the house too, every day except most week-ends. I have vowed not to enter any of the shops that use such invasive advertising, and I’m not alone. Even if those are the larger stores in town and I am badly in need of new shoes.

Hopefully this is the first of a couple more posts about this town of Rondônia. The beginning of the end of where we’ve lived for almost three years. Where I have sleepwalked most days, but failed to soundly sleep for at least half of it (Not for lack of trying). 😉 Next time I’ll show you where the boys go to school. Then the one and only public park of this town! Oh, the excitement! Fasten your seat belts!

9 comentários sobre “Where we live now

  1. I hear you and your complaints seem completely valid to me. I used to curse chicken and these car alarms that set off anytime in Latin America…! Noise is an issue, for sure, and you want to live in a “nice” place, i.e. decent.

    But keep in mind that even though you’re a veteran of moves across countries or across the world, it always take a bit of time to settle in. Maybe this place will be less… cozy, but with awesome people around? 😉

    • It will be hard to be in any less comfort… because, er, apparently I have “standards” ! But I will definitely be very thankful when I meet awesome people, for sure. 🙂

  2. Je te plains le plus pour le bruit. Comme j’y suis hyper sensible, le moindre bruit me rend hystérique ou suicidaire (ça dépend de comment le reste de ma vie est à ce moment-là) et c’est très pénible. J’espère que vous allez trouver un coin plus calme et agréable 🙂

    • Les premiers mois ici je dormais avec des boules quiés, mais j’ai dû arrêter parce que j’ai cherché dans toutes les pharmacies et je n’ai pas pû les remplacer…

  3. Ah quelle horreur. Je suis allergique au bruit. Déjà que je rêve de couper l’électricité chez mes voisins pour obtenir un semblant de silence à défaut de les faire taire eux et leurs chiens, je n’ose imaginer tout un quartier bruyant. Courage.

  4. Le pire c’est qu’on est un peu “chanceux” puisqu’on a aucun voisin de chaque côté ou derrière nous, seulement de l’autre côté de la rue. Le bruit c’est vraiment à cause de la circulation… Et de la municipalité qui envoit des travailleurs nettoyer les rues à 4h du mat’ (ah oui, eh, j’avais oublié, tiens!) :/

  5. Ohohoh another Rondonian! Welcome! (Although I’m getting out of this place ASAP! hehe I’m done with the noise, dust, lack of sanitation (I’ve had an outhouse for two years), and lack of resources (not sure where your located but I’m pretty sure I live in EndoftheWorld, Rondonia. Check out my blog: http://www.americantoamazonian.wordpress.com I just came out of two years of being off-grid (like I mean litterally no electricity and fridge with two kids) so I’m slowly posting about 100 posts I wrote over the past two years!

  6. Comme je comprends, pour le bruit… Les parents de mon mari (chez qui j’ai vécu pendant un an) habitent juste à côté de la route que tous les bus/camions/voitures utilisent pour entrer dans la capitale… autant dire que dès 6 heures du matin, on se fait tirer du sommeil par un bourdonnement désagréable. Sans compter les motos qui font des courses illégales sur cette même route le soir. Heureusement, après on habitait dans un endroit beaucoup plus tranquille, dans une impasse 😉

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