If you want to really experience a intercultural experience, go and apply for a license....
Early this morning I met up with a bunch of other teachers to go apply for a license. The Faith staff warned us that it would take most of the day so we should leave early. So at 7 am we were on our way to apply for our license (it wasn't a
guarantee that we would be able to get one). Some of the staff members noticed myself and three other guys were wearing shorts and flip flops and quickly told us to change into something more professional, such as slacks and closed toe shoes. They told us that we had a better chance of getting a
license if we were dressed in more formal clothes. So in 90 degree weather with 90% humidity I'm wearing slacks and a shirt going to a
DMV where there is no air con, and we're not sure how long we'll have to wait...this is when I decided i needed to let go of all my appearance issues and just accept that I was going to sweat like no other.
After finally arriving we were put in one line, only to be sent to another line, which then sent us to another line across the street and down three blocks where we would
receive a drug test and medical examination. When first arriving the "nurse" points us to the back of the room at these dirty lawn chairs that looked like they may have been from the 60s. As
I'm sitting there I start looking at my surroundings and notice that there are these tiny clear bottles, and the door I'm sitting next to is a bathroom, and on the bathroom door it reads, "Males Do Not Shut the Door". Yikes! As I'm slowly realizing that our drug testing is a urine test and the guys are not actually supposed to shut the door, and those bottles are
a lot smaller than they should be (I mean really smaller than usual).
The guy hands me a cup and says, "fill it." I'm all of a sudden stage fright and can't do it. After leaving the bathroom, I hand the sample to the guy who then wipes it off with a towel (the same towel he cleaned the last persons "sample" with) and then takes my hand and has me give finger prints (and this is all being done without gloves)! Oh my goodness, I can't help but laugh at the
circumstances and just the craziness of it all. After standing in three more lines the guy calls me again and tells me I need to "add to it". Now I'm thinking, "oh please don't make me do this again!" The missionary next to me gives me two bottles of water and the rest of the room starts chanting to chug chug chug... and then proceeds to cheer for me as I walk back to the bathroom.
I don't know if this is too much information, but in that small bathroom where there is no toilet paper and no toilet seat the smell is nauseating and most of you who know me know that my gag reflexes are very strong and its easy to get me to start gagging. So I'm leaving the restroom gagging and literally trying to pee all that is in me (with little success), and finally the guy passes me and I'm sent to another line to finish up my medical examination.
After that traumatic experience I stood in four more lines getting my picture taken in two of them and signing multiple documents, but now I am an official
Filipino driver!!!
It was a great experience I learned
a lot about the
Filipino culture and learned to let things go, as well as being flexible, but never again will I complain about the
DMV in the states.