Place: Queshm Island, Iran
Year : 2001
With 6 days work in a week and
Friday as the only rest day, I manage to learn everything about my job
from scratch. I have to wake up at 6am, study the manuals, go to work by
8am, comes home at 9pm and study again until 12 midnight. We work on field, so we have to battle the scorching heat outside, especially when the Fiber Nodes are installed in a non air conditioned rooms.
After 3 months, our Visit Visa has expired, and the agency have told us that we need to "exit" to renew our visa and to start the processing of our working permit. Yeah, it has been 3 months already and yet that elusive working permit has not yet arrive,as they claimed. There are two islands in Iran where most of the foreign workers traveled to process their visa. It is called Kish and Queshm Island. There is a remote hostel there in the middle of the desert where you can stay temporarily until your visa has been renewed. If lucky, you would be able to leave after days, or if not you might end up stuck in that place for quite a long time, if your employer decided to abandon you.
I was sent to Quesm Island, a
far flung island in Iran. We boarded a worn and old, small airplane in Dubai. By the appearance of the plane alone, it could make you say a lot of prayers, the moment you come inside. It
was this plane that you usually see in WW2 movies, It has 2
propellers on its wings. Before it takes off, a manual air conditioned pump has to blow the air
inside to make it cooler. Once the plane cools down, the door is shut down immediately, to keep the cool air inside enough for the 30 minutes flight. Tsug.. tsug.. tsug.. tsug..tsug! tsug! Yes, thats the sound of engine.The plane runs, and together with all the Pinoys with me, we said our prayers. History wise, the plane did crash before, killing a lot of passengers on board, because the plane had malfunction in midair. It was a scary flight.
We arrived in a small airport where most of its building are old and dilapidated. A man came to fetch us and
distributed long dresses to the ladies. Jeans
and shorts for ladies are banned in the island, and everyone was asked
to cover their faces as well. We boarded a van and we traveled for
almost an hour, seeing nothing but huge rock formations, cactus and a
long barren desert. We were housed in a compound which consist of
several small two story bungalow. Ladies are separated from the guys,
because it is their tradition that no woman and man had to be together
if they are not married.Although some may try to break the law by bribing the guards at night.
I met a group of young teens of a Pinoy band based in Sharjah, in one of the houses. Feeling bored, I went with them for shopping. They
have rented a van to take us to a nearby mall for
50 thousand rial. The mall was an old dilapidated building, which look
more like a market than a mall building. Vendors were selling their
wares from thousand to a million rials. A branded sounds system cost 2
million rials then. We ate in a food shop which took us 30 minutes explaining to the
vendor that we want a cheeseburger without chili. Nobody could
speak English in the mall except us and a few Indians also roaming
around the area.
Then on my 3rd day, I was called by the
receptionist that my Visa had arrived. I was so happy to know I am
leaving the place. I was having difficulty eating because they only
served Indian curry everyday and nothing else. We have to bribe the cook
just to cook plain rice for us. The rest of the rice were cooked the
Indian way, spicy and oily. There are times that I got so hungry that I am forced to eat the spicy curry they served in breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I came running to the receptionist
and hurriedly opened the envelope. I had already packed up my bags,
because we were told that once we received our Visa, we will be taken quickly to the airport for departure back to Dubai.
As I tore down the envelope, I breathe deeply and slowly read my name..Kristian .....Nationality : INDIAN!! And yes, until now, I still don't know how it happens. My surname, sounded very Filipino, but the person in charge wrote Indian in my nationality.
got back to my room, and waited again for another 4 days, to mail back my
visa for correction. It was one hell of a week for me, considering that
I have not even brought any food to last for a week. I tried to survive for another week by making friends with the newly arrived Pinoys so I could ask for any food aside from the curry being served in the restaurant. There was no other food in the hostel. It is exclusive to Indian curry only and nothing else.
There was one bungalow there which most of the occupants are Filipinos. A middle aged lady was running the house there which she uses to welcome newly arrived Filipinos there. The lady was living there for almost a year because her employer had abandoned her. She welcomes all the Pinoys there, and she would prepare the food for us. She will collect the money from us and she will use this money to bribe the kitchen staff, so we could get the ingredients for cooking and rice. My last 3 days then was not that bad, because I only know about that secret gathering after my Visa was sent back for correction. We also have to bribe the guards at night so that they would allow the ladies also to dine with the guys in the bungalow house.
After 1 week of stay in Queshm Island, I have heard a lot of sad stories about the plight of our kababayans who are trapped there. There were a lot of Pinoys who got stuck there for months because their employer has abandon them. Stories about prostitution to survive is the usual drama of the place, especially for the ladies. That was 2001 then, I don't know now, if it is still the same. Guys who have been there for a year has to settle down on begging from newly arrived Pinoys to survive.
Anyway thats my story back in 2001. :-) Keep the flame burning :-)
Monday, July 02, 2012
|Operation Velocity Wipeout 2012|
Last June 24, my former team mates from the all Filipino paintball team PSG Warfreakz, decided to compete in Operation Velocity Wipeout at Novena Sports mall. We have put up two teams to play against other local paintball teams. Though most of us have not played since 2010, it was still a good game as we were able to capture the 4th and 5th place. Team Alpha as the top 4 proceed to compete in the Grand Finals where they captured the 1st runner up after battling with 16 local teams.
|Singapore Paintball Novice Series 2008|
Red Seven (http://www.redsevenspaintball.com/) was the first local paintball team of Singapore who have represented the country on all of the international paintball events around the region. They were the first local Singaporean team that inspired most of the home based teams to compete and train for paintball. Red Seven local paintball players were also instrumental in giving us the opportunity of competing as a Singapore based foreign team during the Singapore Paintball Series 2008. Their initiatives in bringing all paintball players around Singapore had allowed the sport to flourish in spite of the limitations in the ownership of paintball markers here.
|Singapore Paintball Series 2010|
|Malaysian Paintball Official Circuit 2008|
Most of our tournament players before had stopped playing, but we reunite once a while for some minor tourneys in the country. Just like the recent Operation Velocity Wipeout organized by Red Dynasty and Novena Velocity Mall. It was a close quarter battle setup, where each player has to hide and shoot around room cubicles and obstacles. A car in the center field was an added visual challenge, as you will feel ,the reality of the battle as you climb and crawl around it, while engaging your opponents in a heated shootout. It was fun indeed, and I hope that the organizers will have that kind of tourney next year.
So how does it feel to play PAINTBALL? If you’re not fond of pain, then this sport is not for you. The hit is usually followed by swelling and sometimes blood if it is being shot in a close range. It is painful, but that's what make the sport very exciting. I’m sure; you will have the highest respect to those soldiers fighting in war once you experienced the game. It is very fast pace, action packed and the high adrenaline rush will test your speed, agility, focus and calmness during the battle. Please see this old video clip during the 2008 Leg 2 SPS Finals. This was our first tourney playing in a 3 on 3 battle. Old times...
I have been playing badminton for a long time already but nothing compares to the excitement I felt when I am out there shooting paintballs in the field. Team work is MUST in this game. This is where you learn to communicate, analyze and work as team under extreme pressure from the hail of paintballs flying around your head. And when you’re hit, damn sweet painful indeed. This is not for the weak and not for the poor (lol). Reason why I only played few times only. It is quite an expensive sport though.
So that’s it for now, in my resurrected blog, till we meet again my readers. Keep the flame burning.