8/30/2009

Sunday funday. Trying to clean today, it's been a big fail. I am trying constantly to learn Spanish, but I don't feel much more comfortable than when I got here. I'm honestly trying constantly but living and working in an English speaking community doesn't help.

The other night I hung out in one of the housing complexes that Julie lives in. The whole neighborhood was drinking, including this bad ass.

After trying to talk with the kids in mixed languages, I got a real good feel for how life is here for them. All of them aspire to go to the U.S.A, and told me all the places they've been (which usually is Florida). I kept hearing, "I want to go to Hollywood" and, "I want to go to Las Vegas." It makes me sad, it's great for me to live here because I'm making $$$ and live in a safe place. For them there is no out. One of the kids, who apparently is a great kickboxer who looks older than I am, told me how one time he just wanted to walk a few blocks out of the complex, but couldn't because someone warned him about the robbers hiding in the trees. I guess if I were to rob someone, I'd like to have a cool hiding place too.

Luv you all, I'm living my dream.

-Teem

8/29/2009

It's Saturday and the end of week #2. The week started off really strong, it flew by. One day I got bit by 3 ants, stung by a bee, the workers caught a rattlesnake on campus, and 5 new mosquito bites appeared on my arms and legs. It was rawsome.

Got a haircut. Before, middle, and after.

As of Friday I got real frustrated with someone. That's all I'm going to say for now, behaviors slowly telling the story I've been told 1000x. Not to spread gossip, but there is also an insurance issue, and we may lose a teacher here because of it. I would be really disappointed if that happened. It's Julie's birthday party today, so Imma go eat sum meats.

BTW District 9 owned my life. I just wish I could've seen it in theaters.

Enemy Skink

8/25 and I'm still alive

It's almost hump day here, meaning I'm nearly halfway through this week. I took my first Spanish lesson yesterday, although I don't know anything, the teacher continually repeated that I didn't have an accent, and was impressed. I'm proud of myself, but I imagine as I begin to speak more words, it'll come out more and more. What I realized isn't good, is that the school is only going to pay for 5 weeks worth of lessons at 2 times a week. I can't imagine I'm going to get very far with that. We'll see soon enough, maybe I can front the money if I feel I'm learning enough.

I worked out for the first time of my life today at the nearby gym. I went with Jason, and Arqui met up there. I have never been so sore in my life. Not only will I return to the states speaking Spanish, but I'll be so buff I won't even be able to look left or right. Two perfect goals. I'm going to have a horrible day tomorrow.

The power was out for almost 5 hours today, which makes things unlivable. The houses are too hot, and you can't open any doors or windows because of the bugs. I found Marshall climbing on the roof, rerouting his ethernet cable to the new router the internet ladies put under the nearest pavillion. I decided to do the same, just in case. To say the least, I'm on the internet at my house finally! I got to see Rambo for a good minute, I miss that mutt. I expect it will be in and out of service, but the fact that it is working makes me incredibly happy, and gives me an infinite amount more of resources.

I thought everything was fine when the power was on, and it may yet again shut off, until I ran into a damned SPY!!!



Right behind my washer, the nerve! Those iguanas aren't letting me live my life, so it's time to retaliate, I just need to choose the best course of action.

8/23/09 Weekend at Puerto La Cruz

What a weekend. Where to begin? Thursday night Arqui called me up to tell me about some elephants. I didn't they existed in such a town. He cooked up some arepas, and we headed out to the casino. Big Ballin'. Bingo is popular here.

Friday ended the first week of school. What a relief it was! Until I was walking home, and ran into the leader of the red liners!!! Made it barely alive. Immediately after contract time ran up, Marshall and I and a few drinks with the local maintenance staff. By about 9:00, and a nice sum of beers later, we called a cab and headed out for the night. The music was blaring everywhere we went, there isn't a single mellow bar out here where you can just have a drink and talk. The highlight of the night was probably my pepito.

I've been having extremely weird dreams lately, that generally involve the daily happenings of my life. For instance, Friday night I had a dream that involved an elephant on a rampage, and 3 big iguanas who I befriended. Friends with them? HA! I think I must be going crazy to ever think of such a thing. Not after what they did...

Woke up early Saturday to catch a ride up to Puerto La Cruz with Marshall. Katy drove since she needed to pick up books for the school. It really is a beautiful city, just about 95% of it isn't safe to walk through.

Marshall and I walked all up and down Paseo Colon to find a hotel for the night. Typically you can find hotels in a safe area right on the street for about 90b's. EVERYTHING was packed full, luckily we found a hotel that wasn't booked. It cost 220. I guess this was my weekend to splurge(It still only amounted to about 36 bucks). Not too shabby for the place.



For lunch we picked up some delicious schwarma, they reminded me of the kebabs in Europe. Delicious.

Honestly, my favorite part of the trip was finding the ridiculous names of restaurants.


Actually that's a downright lie, it was this guy.

...That was a lie too, when the evening came upon us, we stopped on the walkway by the beach. There were vendors, and street performers, and a section where they have somewhere between 8-10 kid sized electric cars they rent out to use. Marshall and I just posted up on a spot and watched mayhem ensue. And I do mean mayhem. There was a couple sitting on the ledge next to us, making out obnoxiously, all of the sudden out of nowhere...BLAM! This kid(who I'll call #8) crashes straight into them. Then another kid crashed into them. Then one more immediately after. Kid #8 was by far my favorite, he ended up in the sandpit twice, as soon as someone helped him out, he crashed into a tree, then when his mom came to get him out of that situation, he crashed into another couple 5 feet away! Kid #8, you will always have a place in my heart.

When the night got later, we took a taxi out to a club. The music here is probably my least favorite thing. It is so damn awful. It feels like Moby had a lovechild with the Macarena, and the only way to drown out its horrible sound, is to turn it up so loud that you can't think about how god awful it truly is. That's my theory anyways. The only thing I have against that theory is that every single person in the clubs, at every club, sings along to the same horrible songs. I don't know what I'm going to do about it. We met a couple of girls, who I think all had children, Marshall met a sweetie, and we called it a night. Overall, this weekend was bomb.

This morning there was a bike race, which explains the crowded hotels. Just as I thought I could live in safety from the iguanas, I caught one hot on my trail downtown Puerto La Cruz!!! I need some help people, please give me suggestions on how to stop iguana bullies.

We went to the bus station and did what is called a por cuesta(?) where you wait for someone to call the city you are going to, and they fill up the car with 5 random passengers, saves some money. There were no seatbelts either.

Now I'm just sitting at school, thinking about Chavista propaganda, and probably should be preparing for class tomorrow.

8/20/2009

Those damn Asians and their ability to unintentionally make me laugh.

8/19/2009 "Your dog is a wolf"

I found the new worst superhero today. A man who wears purple tights, and a mysterious black mask. No it's not the Hamburgler, it's not Grimace. Actually now that I think about it, it's probably the incestuous child of the two gone horribly wrong. And you know when incest goes wrong, that means only right...for me...to laugh.



He goes by the name of The Phantom, also known as one of the superior actors in Hollywood, Billy Zane. This was one of my favorite scenes from the movie, too bad the person who uploaded it doesn't know how to do anything but film the tv. The only thing better than watching this movie, was watching it dubbed in Spanish. It's a precious gem that I can hopefully buy a bootlegged copy at a local market.

School went well today, but I feel like it was a fluke. Hopefully I'll survive tomorrow. I was going to continue planning, but right now I'm talking to my best friend via facebook chat, and I can't pass up this opportunity. Wish me luck!

8/18/2009

Second day of school. The amount of stress I went through today was the equivalent to listening to finger nails running across a chalkboard for a straight year. Teaching is the most draining thing I have ever come across. Albeit, it is the second day of school, and I myself haven't adjusted to the cultures of the students and their parents. I stayed at school until 8 o'clock before Jason came kicking me out telling me that I needed a break. At least math went well today? It took me 5 hours to plan for just 3 days, and I didn't even have time to organize the room or make all of the copies.

Jason and I had a good talk for about an hour, just what we were going through being here, and adjusting to the climate. He's been teaching for many years, taught in Peru and Ecuador on top of the States. I enjoy working with him because of his professionalism.

I went home and Arqui called me, and we had a good talk for about an hour. We discussed our future plans of going to the beach, some Merengue, and how difficult school is. I decided it would be nice to have someone pull the ELL students out during the period when the aid isn't in the classroom, so Arqui is going to help me out with that. We decided after this week we are going to have a relaxing weekend. I feel much better after expressing my concerns, and am much more ready to take on tomorrow. I forgot to mention I talked to mah boi Scott from St. Louis for a good time on the computer, he's a wise man. It's nice to have good friends.

My current concerns are that I can really make improvements with all my students and have enough time to do it with the resources given.

If you're reading this, I appreciate it, :wub: and hopefully I'll get out soon and get some super killer pics of me doing tubular activities.

8/18/2009

First day of school, it was a hectic day. Note to self: 1st and 2nd graders do not have nearly the same attention span as 5th and 6th. Luckily, I made it through alive. As far as the students go, they're lucky they did as well. The split is about 2/3 2nd graders, and 1/3 first, with a kindergartner in the mix. I have the sweetest little girl in my class who doesn't speak a word of English, but is very bright. Based off her testing, she does well in math, and she can read English words with the proper pronunciation. I was very impressed, I hope we can get her past the language barrier soon. It's just that with no ESL teacher, or anyone to specifically target her language barrier, I'm not sure what to do for the moment. I'll take suggestions!!!

The rest of the day zoomed by, the kids loved PE with Arqui, it looked like alot of fun. I tried preparing for my day tomorrow, I'm so far behind, but I was just completely exhausted. My goal is to plan and print for the rest of the week tomorrow. I just hope I'll have the motivation. It's just tough without the proper materials, like the internet, a paper slicer, and a proper copier. Or if we even had quality paper. I'll have to admit I'm used to the luxuries of the Granite School District.

On a positive note, Marshall showed me how to cook rice without a rice cooker today. That adds rice to my diet of bread and nutella. I see this going real far.

About the Spanish lessons, no word on if the school is going to pay for them, and Desiree the Spanish teacher wants 70b's per hour. I know I need to do it, I just don't know if I can justify spending the money right now. I really can justify it, and I need it. I got stuck in line today 3b's short of money, and I was trying to communicate I didn't want something, and couldn't do it. Luckily Marshall lent me some money, and I got through. It's time after time after time that I realize I need to constantly be working on my Spanish, and if it be 70b's, I guess so be it. Now the question is, 2 or 3 times a week?

10/16/2009

Went inside school today to get online and finally put up my blog. Oh man, that was a hassle in itself. Someone misplaced the keys to the school, and I climbed up on top of the rafters to try to get in from above. I was able to talk to my sister, and she's done such a wonderful thing for me. She's watching Rambo while I'm gone. I'm glad she was able to take on such a responsibility. It truly is a wonder to have a dog, but also takes alot of work and responsibility, so Kandice, thank you!!! Speaking of dogs, I wonder how Junebug is?

I went to the market down on Avenida Miranda, where they sold produce, meats, and an assortment of other things. It reminded me of way back when, when my father and I traveled throughout South America. Once again, I am so happy to be able to have the freedoms to have this experience, what a wonderful opportunity it truly is.

Later, I got food with Arqui, went to his girlfriend's house(interesting eh?), and went gambling again with Arqui and Julia (that's his girlfriend's name), we didn't do too well. Arqui was nervous about what exactly he was going to do at Escuela Anaco, and with good reason. There was no clarification about his duties, I guess that's the way it works. Me on the other hand, should be nervous, but it wont hit me till morning. I'm not sure why, but I'm so good at procrastination, that it even affects me in the emotional department. I don't worry until I have to, and I like it that way. MY FIRST CLASS IS TOMORROW!!! Wish me luck, I pray all goes well. Not just for me, for you too, I hope everyone has a wonderful day tomorrow. We'll see what lies in store.

I ALMOST FORGOT!!!! Update on the iguanas. I almost got hijacked today, twice. It was the Red Liners, the first time it was within 20 feet of my front door. I was exiting my house when BLIZAM! a sharp green looking iguana by the name of Poncheto stared me down. I was no more than 5 feet away from him, when I did what only my instincts could tell me to do. I flared my lungs, and puffed up my cheeks to make myself look more intimidating. Luckily it worked...this time. The next encounter happened when I was getting my dry laundry from the hanger, and this was the scary one. First I see an iguana, not sure from where, scuttle under the cement of the house. My first instincts were a lone iguana, trying to make a living in a tough world. I was wrong. One word, DIVERSION. As I took another step, I come to find I'm inches away from a 2 foot long menacing reptile ready to pounce! Where was Gordon now? I thought as my heart began to race like Usain Bolt. For some odd reason, this iguana, chose to disappear into the weeds. I think they are taking information down on me, my habits, my lifestyles, everything. This is a dangerous situation, and I am in need of an ally.

...That being said, if you get anything from this, I hope you understand that IGUANAS ARE NINJAS. Be on the lookout, this could go worldwide.

10/15/2009

Went to the island of Santa Fe today. It took about two hours to get there, we all(Marshall, Jason, Dylan, and I) rode in a taxi whilst Phillip and his family drove. The countryside is truly beautiful here, supposedly only during the rainy season. I do have to put my two cents in about the drivers here. They shouldn't exist. I counted 6 times we got in near fatal accidents because people passed others without regard and consequently came within feet of hitting us.

Once we got to the beach, we had to take a boat out to the island, the waters were calm and besides the mass of people there, it was really calming. I don't know if I've ever seen waters so beautiful. They were a gentle teal color and extremely clear. One bothersome thing is seeing all the garbage both in the ocean, and just on the side of the road. This place has so much potential.

After 7 beers on an empty stomach, I ate dinner compliments of the school, a nice fried red snapper. Mmmmmm....fresh seafood. On the way back, we drove through Puerto La Cruz and there were a large group of skateboarders in front of a crowd, with a nice setup of one foot high launch ramp. I wish I'd had my board with me, time, and no headache. I really wanted to meet the skateboarders out here, and see what there is to offer in that department. I've seen plenty of spots here, but I'd really like to know where and when to skate without the police hassling you.

The police are still my #1 fear here. The son of a member of the board for the school was at Santa Fe today. I was introduced, and he started talking about how the police are the ones to watch out for. He mentioned he'd been beat twice by the police for no reason. He is Venezuelan and speaks perfect Spanish. I really am not looking forward to a run in with the police here. Hopefully I'll be able to avoid it whilst I'm here.

I really feel so blessed to be able to be here and have this wonderful opportunity. There is so much to learn, so many people to meet, and places to go. Hopefully school wont drain all of my enthusiasm. N E WAYZ, at first I was sure I would fly home over Christmas break, now I have so many ideas running through my head, I'm not sure what I'd like to do. Hopefully I'll figure it out by the end of September, because flights are all booked up past then(out of Barcelona).

Here are some other pics:

My first bag of groceries, and my house



A man filling up a can of gas ^ in back of the truck, since it's illegal to fill it up outside the vehicle.

The Anaco Biker gang, Ave Miranda, and a trip on the boat

10/14/2009

Finished up with my room today, kinda.



I put so much time into it I couldn't spent a minute more at school. One thing I learned is that I was too accustomed to things such as copiers that actually work, that can print double sided, the availability of materials, and a good paper cutter. I find myself needing more and more items, and just not being able to get ahold of them.

Right now, I'm actually online, but the connection is too slow to process anything. Luckily for me, my homeboy Aaron is setting my up a google/blogger account as I'm typing. I'm also not actually home, I hauled my computer to the other side of campus to an abandoned house just to pick up some wi-fi. I feel like it's 1995 and I'm just trying to get on my AOL, but some bastard keeps calling me. That's about how fast my internet is processing right now.

Last night after I wrote, Arqui called me up. We went out to a casino with his friends David, Andrea, his girlfriend, Aaron, David's g-thang and played BINGO, then went to a club/bar to dance. I am realizing more and more quickly I need to get over this language barrier, it would make things alot less awkward. A couple of girls who were friends with Arqui decided to show me how to do the Merengue. I busted a few moves, got a few compliments on my superior dancing abilities, and got to touch women who couldn't understand me. Not a bad night. In reality, i had alot of fun, and wasn't expecting to do this sort of thing out here at all. In fact, I was opposed to the idea, but now I know there are too many interesting things happening, and too much to learn to stop now. There really is a huge divide between classes, and you can tell who is who right off the streets. Today at school, Arqui was bragging how we had all the hottest women in the club, I laughed at the idea of being proud of it, but I can't deny the truth. Neither can I deny the truth of the sheer unadulterated techno of the clubs out here, everyone is into it. I have two choices, do, or do not. I cannot deny the power of techno.

Tomorrow heading to Puerto La Cruz and Sante Fe with the staff/faculty of my school. I'm looking forward to it.

10/13/2009

The time is currently 8:10, and it's as dark as a high school girl in Utah outside. I spent more time setting up my classroom today, and planned out my curriculum to Wednesday. I figured going any further beyond that is useless since I have no idea what the levels of my students are. I met the board of directors for the school today, I don't have much to say about that, except now there are only two.

I played some basketball and skated in the school gym alone tonight where I had a very creepy experience. I was just shooting some hoops, making insanely difficult shots as usual, when a closed door with a reflective window started making some creaking noises. At first I thought nothing of it, and continued my onslaught of tubular shots. The creaking slowly got louder and louder, and I saw that the door was closing. Frightened, I shouted, "HEY!!!" The door stopped in place, and the hair stood up on my skin. My first thought was kidnapper. I looked in the window from a distance of about 15 feet, and just envisioned a face popping up. Moments later, the door started closing further, stopped. Then instantly started opening, right before I could see what lied inside, it started closing again, creaaaaaaking. I got the nerves to walk up to it, first try, peered in through the window, saw nothing, opened it, saw nothing, shouted at the empty room for good measure, and made sure it was closed shut. It took me quite some time to adjust normally to the situation in the gym. Now I'll have all these horrible thoughts in the back of my head.

I went to Unicasa today with Marshall, then stopped at a hardware store. Places out here are so bizarre, they required my passport number to purchase a roll of duct-tape, and I had to go through a huge process. When I bought my phone, before I even signed up for a plan they fingerprinted me. WSUP DEN? No entiendo. I haven't picked up any Spanish yet, and if I had the internet it could at least help.

Ran in to one of Schubert's gang today, he tried somethin' but I wuz 2 kwik. No need to fear, I met an ally of my own, a creature of the most majestic kind. A night toad. He's nearly the size of my hand, and as quick as a whip. Ends up his name is Gordon, and now he's got my back. Things aren't so bad as they seem. Time for movies in Spanish now! p1@c3!~

10/12/2009

"Te quieres montarme?" -Armored Bear (Epics have gotten suck)

I really worked on my classroom today. I'm getting serious thoughts of this completely failing. It is very hard to get materials here, especially useful ones. But if you ever need sugar or coffee...oh wait, Venezuela ran out, I forgot to mention that. Even if something isn't useful, you still probably wont be able to find it here. People hoard things as soon as they get into stores, luckily I was able to pick up a phone card today. Unluckily it doesn't work. I am at a huge disconnect with Los Estados Unidos right now, which I don't mind so much, and was partially my intention of coming down here. There are some people I'd really like to talk to back home, about 3 or 4 of them, just to let them know that I'm doing alright and I'd really like to have the internet as a resource to help me with my class. Although, I was able to check my facebook at school and my favorite 5th grade teacher offered me some great advice on the classroom. It's a tattle jar, for each student that tattles something that is not an emergency, they have to write down what happened and place it in the tattle jar. Then later I can go over and look at all the tattles. Such a perfect plan, MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! I laugh thinking about how fun that's going to be to implement. Wanted to mention golf is banned here as well.

I had no run ins with either Sucre or Schubert today. It rained all day, so badly that I couldn't walk 300 feet from school to my house. It's probably a good thing, because I heard somewhere that someone in the iguana gang has been telling Sucre I've been stepping all over his mangos. I know he's got control of that tree and his slab, and I never would do such a thing. Hopefully he'll sleep it off and we can work things out in the morning.

Last night Arqui gave me a call and I ended up hanging out with him and his friends. We watched the hangover. I don't recall all of their names, but we went to a really wealthy estate pretty close to my school, where a brother and sister lived. They both spoke English really well, and are currently going to school in North Carolina. I met another girl, who I forgot her name, who currently goes to school in Tennessee. There is a huge disparity between the rich and the poor here (who could've guessed?). It was somewhat calming knowing that such a wealthy family just had a gate and a few dogs roaming the yard. We went out in 2 cars to get some Lebanese Schwarma, which was absolutely delicious, Arqui assured me it would be fine to go out at night because we were in such a large group. I hadn't even entertained the though until he mentioned that. Later I played Texas Hold-em and lost horribly. No real money was put on the table, thankfully.

I recalled a memory of when I first got here, I watched the end of Minority Report in spanish, I can't believe I never knew that Max Von Sydow was in it. I don't know how I never put this together, but am somewhat disappointed in myself since he is some of my favorite films of all time. Later I watched Mission Impossible 3, and got the exact same thing out of it in Spanish as I did in English. Absolutely nothing. Satellite TV is finally working, and I'm highly anticipating the NBA season. I haven't been able to check on any updates :( but I have high hopes for this year. Even more so for next. Speaking of basketball, I made 8 out of 10 free throws today. Probably the best 8 moments of my life.

I just watched The Reaping, it was about as gratifying as drinking curdled milk to wash down your peanut butter. Mediocre acting, completely irrelevant scenes thrown into the movie to create a perfect storm of unintentional confusion, combined with the lamest twist since The Village made a perfect remedy for something productive. Next time I know something is good going on, I'm going to watch The Reaping to make sure it never happens. Currently Honey I Shrunk the Kids is playing in the background, en espanol. I still can't listen to music, it's a strange thing, it makes me too sad :(

10/11/2009

I still don't have the internet, but I need to start writing and putting down memories daily. Already so much has happened that puts together the pieces of my puzzle which are now the edges lost in the family heirloom. The first night I got in, I was absolutely terrified. It gets dark here around 6:30, and I can't pick out any of the dialect. It's not what I'm used to, not knowing spanish doesn't help either. The fact that I'm here, and that I'm stuck here until June of next year hit me super hard. By the time I got into my concrete, bar-windowed house, my insides felt like they were about to melt away with the acids of anxiety. This was what I chose to do. I gave up comfort, a car, friends, family, women, entertainment, and most importantly, my dog Rambo. For what? To sit in a complex walled in by concrete walls and an electrified fence, with armed guards 24/7 at the gate. I'm still not sure why, it makes you appreciate the security of the United States real quick.

Driving here is insanity. People drink and drive for fun, don't follow the lights, weave in and out of traffic. The only place I can think of worse is Los Angeles, but for entirely different reasons. I'm about two miles away from town, but it is not recommended to go alone. Kidnappings are a frequent occurrence. Apparently 2 or 3 parents of students here were kidnapped last year. Supposedly they tend not to kidnap ex-pats due to the involvement of external government forces, so we'll see how true that rings. 3 years ago, someone ran up on campus during school and held a teacher to gunpoint, as well as a maid. At least the embassy donated the money to get our electric fences. A former student of the school took us around town today. He mentioned how when he goes to the beach, he hires a bodyguard or two so that he can feel safe. It just amazes me what the condition of living here is. Every single house is enclose by concrete, it's a surreal world.

Seeing the rest of town was nice, and I got some delicious chinese food today. Ordered calamari. Went out with Jack, Arqui, and Jason. Jason is another first year teacher here doing kindergarten, Jack has lived in Venezuela for about 17 years and is taking on 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. I wish him luck. Arqui is the graduate working at the school. All very good people upon first impression. We discussed drinking on the weekends, so maybe I'll at least be able to get out then.

I got a local Venezuelan phone today, 60 minutes a month + 200 local texts. The sole reason is if people need to get ahold of me. Only 35 bolivars a month, comes out to be between 7 and 8 dollars. Speaking of money, everything costs an arm and a leg here, with the exception of gas which costs about a skin cell. People don't even factor it in to their vacations because it is so cheap. Here people want the bigger more obtrusive cars solely because they are useful. You have to weather the elements, especially during the rainy season. Not to mention if someone crashes into you, there is some element of safety.

I started setting up my classroom today. What a tough process. Moving things out, trying to find places for everything, and i have half curriculums for 1st and 2nd grades. I really am not sure how I'm going to level my students at this moment and that having 6 books for grade 2, and 6 for grade 1 doesn't help me either. Also, not having the internet, once again, really is putting a damper on me right now. I want to get my scheduling done for the first week and am looking for advice from my expansive connections (I'm important) and really get a good schedule going. There is no landline here either, which was supposed to be in, but it doesn't matter too much anyways since the local store ran out of calling cards. Venezuelans have completely different priorities.

I think I need to talk about the gang of iguanas before I forget. There are at least 2 gangs. I got close to the leader of the first gang who hangs out under the center slab. He's definitely the head honcho, and isn't afraid of anybody. Don't know his name, but he looks like a Sucre. The leader of the opposing gang, called the Red Liners(named after the tree circled by a red line) doesn't look as powerful, but I know is a presence in the iguana world. His name is most likely Schubert. I probably could keep typing and typing and typing, but there is too much to say, and it will be a bore for anyone to read even this much. Much luv <3

-Timothy