I cannot deter you from this program enough. It was one of worst experiences of my life. Having traveled extensively in South America and being well versed with the culture and customs of third world countries, I had low expectations for living conditions, etc. However, I was willing to live a less than luxurious lifestyle for an adventure and a learning experience as a medical volunteer in a spanish-speaking country. Hell is what I got.
Let me start with the beginning of my trip when Patricio Nunez was 2 hours late to pick me up from the airport. My flight arrived at 10:30 pm so I was waiting alone and outside until after midnight. I had his phone number, but no phone to use. Luckily, a very nice Ecuadorian let me use her cell phone to call Patricio. In the next couple of days, Patricio was extremely hasty for money. I understand that programs need the money to support the volunteers, but I wanted to get to my final destination of Puerto Lopez (to make sure it wasn't a scam) before sending the money. I also had a lot of questions about the final price that he had given me, because when I calculated it the price was supposed to be 300 less than what he was asking. However, he was insistent enough that I gave him the money but told him we needed to discuss the price. He agreed that he had overcharged me and said he would refund the 300 dollars, and never did.
My host mom Liz Bermeo is crazy. I know this sounds like an empty insult and like someone is just venting, but there is no other way to describe her actions. I was in Ecuador for 6 months and met 10 other volunteers that stayed in the house with me. Out of those 10, only 2 left content. The other 8 left early because they were so upset, or left in tears, or left infuriated.
We were not allowed to be out of the house past 10:30 because Liz said she didn't want us to awaken her with the noise of our arrival past 10:30. If we arrived past curfew, she would lock us out of our rooms. One time two volunteers were outside in the hammocks at 11 pm and she threw a bucket of water of them (and then hid). In the morning they confronted her and at first she denied it, then she passed it off as a joke.
We were told that our money would provide all three meals, but the job in which they placed me was an hour away, so I asked if I could take my lunch, and she told me that the only thing she would make me every day was an egg sandwich. I asked if I could just have leftovers from dinner the previous night, and she told me I wasn't allowed, so I ate the egg sandwiches sometimes and the other days I had to pay for my lunch again when I had already paid for it in my host family's house.
We lived in a village of 400 people, and being the only blonde in the village, obviously everyone knew who I was. Liz apparently took a disliking to me (I honestly do not know why, because I am a rule-follower and do not usually have problems getting along with others) and spread rumors that I slept around and was a pot-head (I heard this rumor from multiple of my friends in the village, and it always traced back to her. Even her son told me that he had told him as well). Rumors are hurtful in general, but the fact that I do not smoke pot at all and am a virgin, these blatant lies that tarnished my reputation were hard to handle.
Liz is extremely racist, and the two very sweet black and indian volunteers that stayed there got the brunt of her ignorant behavior.
Many of the volunteers had problems with their volunteer placements and were not positioned where they had been promised. They barely got any help from the program with their volunteer positions, and it is clear that the first thing on their minds is money.
I was one of the unfortunate ones that left deceived, betrayed, stolen from, and completely devastated.
She did countless other things, but let me get to the worst part. I was raped by the doctor under whom they had me working. I do not blame this on them, and know that ELEP is in no way responsible for this happening. However, I did expect their help and support when possible. Not only did they fail to help me, but during such a traumatic time, Liz Bermeo and Patricio made the hellish ordeal even worse. Firstly, I told Liz what had happened and that I was going to report it. She patted me on the back and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. You'll be ok." She then told the others in the house that she thought I was lying. I was worried that the doctor might come looking for me, so I asked her to tell him that I was out of the house in the case that he came by. This worst case scenario happened, and as I laid shaking, balling, and terrified in my closet, I heard someone coming up the stairs. She led him right to my room and tried to let him in, but I had the door locked from the inside. She then went downstairs to wash dishes as my rapist harassed me for 30 minutes just a couple of days after the attack. When he had finally left, I went and asked her why she had done that, and she said she didn't know I was home, even though I had been downstairs eating breakfast a mere 15 minutes prior. Even if I hadn't been home, there is absolutely no reason a grown man should be allowed to peruse a young female volunteer's room upon request. I was so traumatized that I could barely function, and the other volunteer that was with me looked at me and simply said, "you know you can't stay here anymore. We're leaving." So I packed my things and was gone from the house and village in which I had lived for 6 months after only 20 minutes. The other volunteer had been having troubles in the house as well, and watching my host mom betray me so deeply for no reason pushed him over the edge. I tried to contact Patricio multiple times a day over the next two weeks until I finally got someone on the phone saying he was on vacation in Peru. I'm not saying he can't go out of town, but considering the fact that he has so many volunteers in his program spread throughout the country, maybe he should have someone check the phones or provide an emergency number...you know, in case someone has to leave their host house unexpectedly because their host mom has put them in physical danger.
I was now in an unfamiliar city, with no contacts other than the government victims' protection agency, and I was weary of trusting them since a relative of my attacker had a connection in the office and had prematurely informed him that I was pressing charges, thus greatly compromising my safety. I had to then go through legal processes of which I knew nothing, and in Spanish. I know that programs aren't expected to drop everything to help one person, but I didn't think that returning my phone call was too much to ask.
Ecuador is beautiful and I made some great friends, but everyone I met that was associated with ELEP helped make my life a living hell. They stole hundreds of dollars from me, they are extremely disorganized and they offer you no support when you are in need (whether it be with your volunteer position, general advice, or when you have been attacked by the boss under whom they had you volunteering). No matter what my host mom's opinion of me was, if I tell her that someone has attacked me and request that she simply tell him I am out of the house, there is no reason what so ever that she should, instead of sending him away, lead him up to my room and allow him to terrorize me. I know that my circumstances are unique, but that does not change the fact that out of 10 people I met that stayed in the house, only 2 didn't leave completely upset with Liz and Patricio and ELEP in general. Even if my traumatic event hadn't happened, the constant mistreatment I got from my host mom and the complete neglect from Patricio would be enough for me to highly discourage anyone from ever using ELEP.
My story and the stories of two other volunteers has led the American consulate to investigate Liz Bermeo and ELEP in general. A worker from the consulate witnessed first hand the horrible treatment from my host mom.
I know for a fact that even after those 8 people had complained about Liz Bermeo and her treatment of the volunteers, they continue to place people in her house. The problem isn't just with one host family, but with the leaders of ELEP as well. The only positive memories I have of Ecuador are those that do not involve ELEP or my host family in any way.
I am just one of many volunteers that was stolen from, mistreated and endangered by ELEP.
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