Today’s guest post comes from Jim in Clark’s Grove..
My first trip as an overseas agricultural volunteer for ACDI/VOCA was the one that I took to bring information on sustainable farming to Bulgaria.
This was a great adventure, giving an interesting perspective on a part of the world that was new to me. Before making this trip, I didn’t even know where to find Bulgaria on a map. I did know that it had recently emerged from behind the Iron Curtain in 1994 when I visited. I was not an experienced international traveler, but I was willing to give it a try. There were some hardships encountered during this trip due to the somewhat difficult traveling conditions. The many fascinating experiences I had there learning about the country and its people more than made up for the travel problems.
Most of my time on this trip was spent in Butan, a small village in Northeast Bulgaria. I arrived there late at night with my Bulgarian host and my translator. A welcoming committee of people from the town was pleased to learn that I was willing to drink rakia with them. Rakia is a drink similar to brandy that is very strong and has a unique flavor that I learned to appreciate. There were no hotels in the town, but there was room for me to stay in a home.
I enjoyed touring Butan, which has cobblestone streets and homes surrounded by walls. The streets are lined with fruit and nut trees and through some openings in the walls you can see chickens and other livestock that are kept in back yards. Grapes grow everywhere. I drank homemade wine at several homes that I visited. The mayor invited me to his home where he offered me three kinds of wine made from grapes that he grew. One family was very proud of the water buffalo that they owned. Most of the homes I saw had outdoor toilets and some had cars. Both donkey carts and trucks were used as commercial vehicles.
I could go on for a long time about my experiences in Butan. Instead of doing that, I want to tell about how I was helped out of a difficult situation.
Stancho, who hosted my trip, turned out to not be completely reliable. He became dissatisfied with my translator, she decided to leave, and Stancho left to get another translator. No one in the village could translate for me. I was on my own for a couple of days among people who didn’t speak my language.
I decided that I would be okay on my own because I thought I could trust the people where I was staying. That turned out to be true. They cooked a special meal for me and invited other villagers to the meal. Guests at the meal included a man who I learned later had been separated from his group on a trip to Cuba. For a number of days he had to find his way without being able to talk anyone, just as I was doing.
I was treated well by everyone I meet in Butan and they all knew that Stancho had his shortcomings. I learned latter that the people at ACDI/VOCA were not sure that Stancho would make a good host and had some reservations about using him in this capacity. However, the change in translators, because Stancho drove away the first one, turned out to be a stroke of good luck for me. The second translator did a very good job and is now a friend of mine who invited me back to Bulgaria to visit him.
Talk about your experiences with giving or receiving help from people you don’t know.








