April 26, 2008~
It's been a while since my last email. I don't even know when that was. Sometime in February I'd imagine. I think the last one was just me saying nothing interesting has happened in the past month since returning from Zanzibar…in case I didn't send this supposed email, I'll recap. Nothing happened. Not until March. Most of the month of February was spent working diligently with my farmers aside from a week long trip to Mike's site in the Copperbelt. It was a beautiful place, a couple km from Lake Kashiba, a sunken lake with a bottom more than 300 meters deep- on the sides (or so I've heard). After returning from Mike's, I started my preparations for Amanda's visit which were mostly cleaning, weeding, and slashing the yard which is essentially cutting the grass with a slightly sharpened 9 iron. On the morning of March 6, I picked up my sister, Amanda, at the airport in Lusaka and we went to Eureka Campground where we took a bushwalk through the brambles and weeds as tall as we are. Amanda saw her first wildlife there (besides drunken amaguys)- giraffes. We saw many others later, but isn't that a great introduction to Africa? Then we searched for monkeys for about an hour before giving up. As we returned to the chalet, we saw about 900 monkeys hanging out at the carpark. Mostly smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and listening to Skynyrd blasting from a lifted pickup. Wait…nope, that was last time. This time they were jumping around from branch to branch. The next day was a nice easy day at the zoo. Amanda got to enjoy her first mini bus experience then her first hitch hike with a nice grandmother who was late for church, but still wanted to show us around her neighborhood. We spent the night at my friend's house and departed the next morning to go North to Chimfunshi where there's a sanctuary for chimps who were captured and smuggled to enter the pet trade. There's one who was rescued from a life of alcoholism and cigarette smoking (no Skynrd, hence the need to be rescued) as a form of entertainment. We got to play with the chimps for a couple hours. They ranged in age from a year and a half to more than a year and a half and in size from small to freakin' huge. I got peed on. They're amazing climbers and are ridiculously strong. Each one had its own personality. Dominic, the youngest, was hyperactive and is in training to be the next Chuck Norris continuously practicing his roundhouse kicks. Gus was too cool for school. Alice was the mature one with a grandmotherish side to her and would play with Dominic until she got tired then retire to a branch too high for him to climb to. After leaving the sanctuary, which is also home to Congo African Grey parrots also rescued from the pet trade, we headed to Kapisha to find the "hot springs." It was an adventure. We didn't know where they were, and apparently neither did the locals. "It's close, just there." We'd go just there, and no hot springs. The next local would point to where we came from and say "It's just there" and well…no it's not. We ended up at an open pit mine that reminded me of the American southwest. So we gave up and ate some porkchops. All in all, I'd call it a success. We headed back to Lusaka where my boss picked us (Amanda, the district Dep of Fisheries officer, and me) and drove us out to my site so that he could do his site visit. We met with some of my top farmers, checked out a pond, talked about what I'm doing here and they departed leaving Amanda and me at my house. We hung out there for a couple of days. I took her to my hill, to the school where the children were playing soccer and netball in honor of World Youth Day. While the boys played, the girls sang and danced their way around the field. It was good fun and I think a good portrayal of children's life in the village. Our time in the village ended too early. Amanda didn't want to leave and was just getting the hang of how we do things. I don't know if she didn't want to leave because she liked it or because she knew that leaving would entail biking 18 km. We took the easy long path instead of the hard short path, which I actually enjoyed and decided I might change my route. We got a ride from a few crazy birders from Holland, caught a bus, caught another bus, and arrived in Southern Province in the town of Choma where we stayed at the PC house. The next morning we checked out the Choma museum and hitched a ride to Livingstone in a big rig carrying 35 tons of copper to South Africa. Then we caught our first glimpse of the massive Victoria Falls. You can see the mist of the falls kilometers away from the actual falls. It's impressive. I'm sure you're bored by now…even me. We went to Chobe in Botswana where we did a river cruise followed by a game drive, saw millions of impala, some giraffes, some lions, antelope of many varieties, hippos and the only elephant we saw in the park was dead in the water and being devoured by crocs. We took a microlite flight over the falls. A microlite is essentially a motorcycle with wings. It's an open seat with a rear mounted motor and prop and now I know what I'm doing with my readjustment allowance. They can be bought for $6,000 or less (so I've heard). The flight was amazing, giving viewpoints only seen from the sky, including a few elephants. We saw the falls from every angle on the Zim and Zam side and even at night, which on a full moon you can see a rainbow. We also went on a walk with lion cubs. Cubs which weigh twice as much as me but they were just like huge housecats which they advise you not to think as you're petting them. I think my favorite part of the trip was the adrenaline activities. I got a package deal which included a flying fox (essentially a zipline where you're attached from the back and you run down a runway into nothingness and zip ¾ of the way across the gorge at a relatively slow speed), a zipline (hooked from the front and zipping downwards at 120-140km/h) and my favorite the gorge swing (a 70m free fall attached to some cables which transitions you into a smooth swing back and forth 40m above the rolling river). We also spent a lot of time in the markets. I made as many friends as I could and by the time we left, all the shopkeepers knew my name. It was fun. We definitely had our favorites and they got most of our business. I even directed others to their stalls. After Vic Falls, we went to Chongwe to visit my host family for Easter. We stayed at Erin's Lodge in essentially a storage closet with 2 beds, but it was close to the Mwansa family. On Sunday morning we met them for church which was held outside in the hot sun and was long long and in Nyanja. I understood maybe 5 words but it was still interesting. After church we went to the market, got a chicken, then mom cooked it up and it was delicious. We spent that night in Lusaka near the PC office so that I could do email stuff, but never got around to it. Instead, we hit up another 2 markets for last minute souvenirs. The second morning in Lusaka was Amanda's last morning in Zambia. We headed to the airport, she flew out to London then home, I guess…haven't heard yet. (Update: she's home). I spent the next 2 days in Lusaka seeing movies, bowling and eating. Now I'm at the Serenje house waiting until I can eat lunch and head back to my site. My new project is a library that I'm starting at Serenje Basic School and with the help of Mr. Calloway's Sudlersville Middle School class and a fundraising project of selling copper bracelets, should be able to fund the construction of bookshelves, tables and chairs. If you have books, send 'em! (Especially ones you think I'd like to read before I put them on the shelves) **Now the part you've all been waiting for:** The package contest has come to a close. I've decided to split the prizes. Dr. Connaughton's awesome package of junkfood, books, spices, baseball cards, games, etc won him the grandprize. Theresa's package of roughly the same, but not quite as good got her first runner up, and Becky's weekly letters warranted a prize too. I sent it all home with Amanda so she can ship them out for me. Much cheaper from Philly than from Serenje. So expect something sometime in the next however-long-it-takes-her-to-get-around-to-it. Thank you to all who participated. It was greatly appreciated by me (and my vulturesque volunteer friends). I'm trying to write each of you a letter, but sometimes, as with Angie and Ike, I've lost your address. It's not that I'm unappreciative or, well, even that busy…just lazy, forgetful, distracted…hey, what's that….
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pat
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Pictures from March
This is Pat's sister updating his blog for him. Enjoy the pictures of Chimfunshi Chimp Sanctuary in Zambia, Pat's village, and our trip to Victoria Falls and the surrounding areas in Zimbabwe and Botswana.
Chimfunshi
Bathing Shelter, Insaka (gazebo), Waking with George (a farmer and friend), Family, Cheering section at the school soccer game
Impala, Hippo, Giraffe, Chobe National Park, Botswana
Watching the Falls with the locals
Chimfunshi
Bathing Shelter, Insaka (gazebo), Waking with George (a farmer and friend), Family, Cheering section at the school soccer game 
Impala, Hippo, Giraffe, Chobe National Park, Botswana
Watching the Falls with the locals
Zipline, Flying Fox, Gorge Swing with Danielle
Saturday, February 2, 2008
no witty subject title
hello all
Not a whole lot has happened since the last email. I returned to site for only a few days before leaving again for PEPFAR training. Not sure what it stands for, but it was a week full of AIDS education. Go on, ask me anything. I should probably know the answer. Not saying I will, saying I should. While at this training, we stayed in the Peace Corps house in Serenje, and two volunteers got sick from the mold and dust and just genuine lack of cleanliness that associates itself with the typical Peace Corps volunteer kind. One volunteer, Scott, was sent home because of an allergic reaction. But hopefully he'll return.
As I returned to site and got out of the bed of the truck I was hitching in, I dropped my pack down to the ground (as gentle as could be) then I jumped down but before I could move, the pack was run over by the truck crushing my camera. So no pics for a while. My sister is (hopefully) bringing one for me. Everything else was covered in veggie oil. I salvaged most, but a bag of Combos sadly was a casualty. Other things were broken too, but hopefully insurance will cover it.
Back at site, I weeded and weeded and weeded. And slashed the grass in my yard. But not enough to make the snakes feel uncomfortable enough to leave. I almost stepped on a green mamba a couple days ago, but I did a triple reverse back handspring and landed 15m away in the open field. (actually it was more of a shriek, jump and a run, but all the same). I started to build a dove coop. I'm getting some doves with plans of training them to carry messages for me to my farmers. Instead of bringing development, I'm taking a step back. Screw cell phones. They're unreliable and cost money. And, unlike a phone, if they don't work, you can eat them. My stove is almost done but I want to add a spit for rotisserie because I think my plan is destined to fail (hmmm strikingly similar to a cell phone).
So here I am at the PC house. I came in to help my friend Kathy fix her bike and to take pills for my infected wounds that just won't heal (and I think I have worms now too! YAY). But mostly because my buddy Rod said I had some packages at the post office. Today I picked up 7 (!) packages from: Becky (It finally arrived! Along with 4 letters), Walter & Keighty, The Bownes, Ms. Hain, Mom & Dad, Eric Ferree, and Dr. Connaughton who is currently winning the package competition by a few lengths, but I'm not closing the polls yet. Last week, I got packages from Theresa (2!), mom & dad, Amanda, my Grandparents, Ike & Angie, and my USDA coworkers. You guys really know what I like. I got a few cans of Old Bay (which go splendidly with my few cans of crab meat!), baseball cards, car magazines, candy (I've eaten more candy these past few weeks than I have in my entire "adult" life), a knife because Walter knows I like to stab and cut things and people, but I most enjoy reading about how you guys are doing so let me know. Don't leave that stuff out.
The other day, I was going through my goodies thinking how much I love my friends. And I got the song "Big yellow taxi" in my head. It's not that I didn't know what I had til I was gone, because I always appreciated you guys, but I don't think I knew how good of friends you were when I was still around. I don't think I took enough advantage of the time that we had together. I'd kill for another wing night or bowling night or even just to punch Walter in the face, because, well, we all know he deserves it.
My sister, Amanda, comes to visit in March. I'm excited for that. I spent a couple vacations touring around with my big sister, twice on her turf, once on neutral, now I get to be the tour guide, so I'm trying to put together the best itinerary that she can afford, for herself and for me.
That's all, nothing exciting this month. My next travel plans include going to Mike's site in Copperbelt. He lives on a lake where he goes spear fishing, cliff jumping, all kinds of things moms don't want to hear about. But it's ok, mom, because we're going to use needle drugs before we do any of it, so we won't even feel the pain.
Thanks guys, for being awesome…sincerely. I mean it. Well, some of you…you know who you are.
Pat
Not a whole lot has happened since the last email. I returned to site for only a few days before leaving again for PEPFAR training. Not sure what it stands for, but it was a week full of AIDS education. Go on, ask me anything. I should probably know the answer. Not saying I will, saying I should. While at this training, we stayed in the Peace Corps house in Serenje, and two volunteers got sick from the mold and dust and just genuine lack of cleanliness that associates itself with the typical Peace Corps volunteer kind. One volunteer, Scott, was sent home because of an allergic reaction. But hopefully he'll return.
As I returned to site and got out of the bed of the truck I was hitching in, I dropped my pack down to the ground (as gentle as could be) then I jumped down but before I could move, the pack was run over by the truck crushing my camera. So no pics for a while. My sister is (hopefully) bringing one for me. Everything else was covered in veggie oil. I salvaged most, but a bag of Combos sadly was a casualty. Other things were broken too, but hopefully insurance will cover it.
Back at site, I weeded and weeded and weeded. And slashed the grass in my yard. But not enough to make the snakes feel uncomfortable enough to leave. I almost stepped on a green mamba a couple days ago, but I did a triple reverse back handspring and landed 15m away in the open field. (actually it was more of a shriek, jump and a run, but all the same). I started to build a dove coop. I'm getting some doves with plans of training them to carry messages for me to my farmers. Instead of bringing development, I'm taking a step back. Screw cell phones. They're unreliable and cost money. And, unlike a phone, if they don't work, you can eat them. My stove is almost done but I want to add a spit for rotisserie because I think my plan is destined to fail (hmmm strikingly similar to a cell phone).
So here I am at the PC house. I came in to help my friend Kathy fix her bike and to take pills for my infected wounds that just won't heal (and I think I have worms now too! YAY). But mostly because my buddy Rod said I had some packages at the post office. Today I picked up 7 (!) packages from: Becky (It finally arrived! Along with 4 letters), Walter & Keighty, The Bownes, Ms. Hain, Mom & Dad, Eric Ferree, and Dr. Connaughton who is currently winning the package competition by a few lengths, but I'm not closing the polls yet. Last week, I got packages from Theresa (2!), mom & dad, Amanda, my Grandparents, Ike & Angie, and my USDA coworkers. You guys really know what I like. I got a few cans of Old Bay (which go splendidly with my few cans of crab meat!), baseball cards, car magazines, candy (I've eaten more candy these past few weeks than I have in my entire "adult" life), a knife because Walter knows I like to stab and cut things and people, but I most enjoy reading about how you guys are doing so let me know. Don't leave that stuff out.
The other day, I was going through my goodies thinking how much I love my friends. And I got the song "Big yellow taxi" in my head. It's not that I didn't know what I had til I was gone, because I always appreciated you guys, but I don't think I knew how good of friends you were when I was still around. I don't think I took enough advantage of the time that we had together. I'd kill for another wing night or bowling night or even just to punch Walter in the face, because, well, we all know he deserves it.
My sister, Amanda, comes to visit in March. I'm excited for that. I spent a couple vacations touring around with my big sister, twice on her turf, once on neutral, now I get to be the tour guide, so I'm trying to put together the best itinerary that she can afford, for herself and for me.
That's all, nothing exciting this month. My next travel plans include going to Mike's site in Copperbelt. He lives on a lake where he goes spear fishing, cliff jumping, all kinds of things moms don't want to hear about. But it's ok, mom, because we're going to use needle drugs before we do any of it, so we won't even feel the pain.
Thanks guys, for being awesome…sincerely. I mean it. Well, some of you…you know who you are.
Pat
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Happy Holidays from Africa
Happy Belated holidays everyone! I just returned to Zambia after my hottest Christmas to date and one of my hottest New Year's on Zanzibar Island just off the Tanzanian Coast. But first, let me rewind a little bit.
In my last email, I'd just finished my bout with dysentery and had returned from In-Service Training. Both equally as enjoyable. In the period between that and now, I've done quite a bit, so hopefully I can recall all of it, and hopefully you won't be too bored by it.
I got my field all ho-ed and planted. I haven't seen it in about 2 weeks but I'm sure that my weed plantation is booming. I've planted: spring onions, white onions, green peppers, chili peppers, garlic (hey, anyone want to make out??), cucumbers, carrots, green beans, sunflower, peanuts, pigeon peas and a row of moringa trees. Before I left, most had sprouted so hopefully everything will be ok when I return to site tomorrow. After a half day in the field, I like to spend some time relaxing in my awesome new hammock with a mosquito net (Thanks mom!)
My fuel efficient stove is almost complete. Hopefully by the next installment, I'll be able to give you a review, preferably a positive one. My hut now has a table! I'm movin' on up! Mwenso has been killing rats like it's his job, only thing is they're mostly in the field and I want the ones in my house dead. I bought a bicycle for my counterpart, George. He's paying my back a little at a time, panono panono. He's making some mad cash on the chicken vaccine IGA (income generating activity) and everyone is happy about the results. So he should have me paid off in no time. If not, I'll have to break his thumbs.
Perhaps the most exciting news, other than Zanzibar, was about 3 weeks ago. I had just biked out to the road where I hitch rides into town and saw that the police officers at the road block were teasing a bird. At first I didn't notice what kind of bird it was; I'd just figured it was a chicken. Then I got closer and saw that it was a falcon. I asked them why they had it and apparently it had been hit by a truck not too long before I got there. So I told them that I was taking it. They said no, they were going to eat it. I repeated myself and went to the little market, got a box came back and took it. Suddenly I was a falconer, a weeklong dream come true. Literally. The week before I had a dream about being a falconer and then I thought "hey that'd be kinda cool." So I took it to the PC house in Serenje where I fed him meat scraps and chicken necks, but he didn't want that. He wanted other food. So I bought a slingshot at the market and my buddy Mike and I tried to shoot small birds to feed him. I realize that it's kind of hypocritical to kill many birds to keep one alive, but hey, it's the food chain (and fun!), but we didn't kill any. We did however successfully shoot a bunch of beer cans. So I took the falcon (named Fistcraft during a rousing game of Scrabble) back home and let him guard my kitchen for me. I like to think he ate some rats, but in reality I'm sure he just sat there, occasionally knocking my pots and pans over and crapping all over my floor. The first day, he tried to get out but I found him grounded about 200 meters from the kitchen, so I picked him up and brought him back. The next day, I had to go to Mkushi to get the vaccine (and to watch Monday night football at ATB Lodge at 2:30 in the morning). When I returned, he was gone. Nobody could tell me where he went or how he got out. Well, maybe they did but my Bemba just isn't bwino enough I guess. All for the better because then I left for Zanzibar.
Look at a map, right now. Find Central Province Zambia, then find Dar Es Salaam. Then think about a train ride from Kapiri Mposhi to Dar. How long do you think? Maybe 16 hours? 24? Can't possibly be more than 30, right? 48 hours after getting on the train, I got off the train. The ride was fun though. Very enjoyable. We had an impressive Peace Corps group of about 18. We had 2 first class cars together for 8 of us, the rest scattered amongst second class, so my car was the hangout place because everyone wanted to avoid the cholera, plague, and leprosy that is found amongst the second and third class denizens. (Ok, maybe not really, but 1 st class is substantially roomier and only about $4 more expensive). The rest of the car I was in was made up of a bunch of white people from around the world- Austrians, British, Germans, and all over the natural range of Crackerus honkeyii. When I asked the Austrians where they were from, they answered "Austria." I responded with "Ahhh….Austria, put another shrimp on the barbie!" They didn't think it was as funny as I or my friends did. We passed through a game park and got to see giraffes, zebras, water buffalo, warthogs, someone saw elephants and someone else claims to have seen a rhino but "it might have been a bush pig." Huge size difference. Hey guys, is this a honeybee or an eagle??
So we arrived in Dar, and got hassled at the train station. The man wouldn't accept our half price student rate tickets because he'd never heard of "Washington College" or "Idaho State University" or "Pepperdine." So it was up to my sweet talking to get us out without paying a fortune. I showed him my student ID, Peace Corps ID, and Andrew Jackson's ID. After a discussion of what Peace Corps does, he returned all 3 IDs. It's probably the first time ever that a bribe has been returned. We stayed at a nice hotel for about $12, ate a nice dinner and the next morning caught a ferry to Zanzibar. We got there around 10 then got a van to a resort. Absolutely beautiful. Right on the beach, nice restaurants, good swimming, good people, everything was GREAT! We snorkeled on Christmas Day, then feasted at night on squid, octopus, some kind of fish, veggie curry, rice, and all kinds of goodness.
The day after Christmas, I met a man from Ethiopia who is starting a Non Governmental Organization NGO with a focus on preserving the environment. He wants to get people using sailboats on Lake Tana instead of motorboats and he wants to promote fish farming. I told him that in a year and a half when I finish in Zambia that I'd like to work with him. He got pretty excited about the idea, so hopefully Christmas 2009 I'll be in Addis Ababa. Or maybe in the oceanfront house that I told our fishing captain that I'd buy from his neighbor. But since we got shut out fishing, I don't know how I feel about that house anymore. Other activities in Zanzibar included: Spice tour where we learned about the spice trade, snorkeling with dolphins and sea turtles, watching monkeys monkeying around in Jozani forest, museums, art galleries, and rockin' in the New Year with DJ Yusuf. Though my favorite activities were harassing shopkeepers or eating. Tim and I liked to mess with the shopkeepers and the guys selling stuff on the streets, asking ridiculous questions or making ridiculous offers and several times almost killing each other with Masaai warrior clubs or knives. It's made much more fun by their inability to understand English. They enjoyed it though for the most part. Not as much as we did though. As for eating, oh man….every night in Stonetown they have a seafood fest. Crabclaws, lobster, shrimp, shark meat, tuna, blue marlin, red snapper, barracuda, all kinds of delicious foods to exceed my daily recommended mercury intake. I ate myself stupid for about $7. And for anyone who has eaten with me, you know what a great deal that is. I also met an absolutely gorgeous Finnish girl who I hung out with until late. As we split a banana and chocolate pancake, I met a man who I thought was going to kill me simply for being American. He's lived a rough life; most of it on the street. In 2002, he witnessed his father being murdered and mother and sister being raped and beaten by American soldiers. He said he wouldn't feel bad about getting revenge on an American for what had been done. But after talking with him for about 45 minutes, he admitted that American people are not all represented by our government or our armed forces. He understands that we're not all bad people. I know that I'm a government employee and that I'm supposed to be defending the US government's name and whatnot, but I think that this cultural exchange is much more valuable, especially considering Bush's low low approval ratings. And it could have gotten both of us hurt.
The next day my group of 4, plus this beautiful Finnish girl, wandered around Dar Es Salaam. We ate delicious food and ice cream. I angered the owner of a Swiss watch store by asking if he had any stolen or fake Rolexes. He said something in whatever language he spoke (not English, not Swahili) then glared at me as if he was going to kill me. So then I thought it'd be funny if I went out to the street and bought a fake Rolex, took it back to him and asked him to remove some links or change the battery. Not more than 3 minutes after I said that, a man approached me with a Longines watch. I said "nope I'm only interested in Rolex." Then he reached into his other pocket and produced a wonderfully fake Rolex which I promptly bought for $4. But when I went back to the store, his death stare was even deadlier, so I opted to stroll past and buy a pizza instead. Great decision.
Next morning it was back to the train station. 40 some hours later, here I am in Serenje. I met a very pretty Zambian girl living in Lusaka studying to be a travel agent, so I hung out with her for most of the train ride. We exchanged phone numbers and next time I get into Lusaka (maybe as early as August!) I've got a dinner date!
Tomorrow it's back to site…5 packages heavier! I don't know who they're from yet, but I know I have 5 packages awaiting me. I also got 9 letters/cards in the past 3 weeks. One from home, Theresa, Carly, The Mitchell's, Maria (a PCV here in Zambia), and 4 from Becky. I'm saving them for my hut, but thank you very much!
Take care everyone. Hope it's not too cold (nor too warm what with global warming and all). So until next time, keep on rockin' in the free world!
In my last email, I'd just finished my bout with dysentery and had returned from In-Service Training. Both equally as enjoyable. In the period between that and now, I've done quite a bit, so hopefully I can recall all of it, and hopefully you won't be too bored by it.
I got my field all ho-ed and planted. I haven't seen it in about 2 weeks but I'm sure that my weed plantation is booming. I've planted: spring onions, white onions, green peppers, chili peppers, garlic (hey, anyone want to make out??), cucumbers, carrots, green beans, sunflower, peanuts, pigeon peas and a row of moringa trees. Before I left, most had sprouted so hopefully everything will be ok when I return to site tomorrow. After a half day in the field, I like to spend some time relaxing in my awesome new hammock with a mosquito net (Thanks mom!)
My fuel efficient stove is almost complete. Hopefully by the next installment, I'll be able to give you a review, preferably a positive one. My hut now has a table! I'm movin' on up! Mwenso has been killing rats like it's his job, only thing is they're mostly in the field and I want the ones in my house dead. I bought a bicycle for my counterpart, George. He's paying my back a little at a time, panono panono. He's making some mad cash on the chicken vaccine IGA (income generating activity) and everyone is happy about the results. So he should have me paid off in no time. If not, I'll have to break his thumbs.
Perhaps the most exciting news, other than Zanzibar, was about 3 weeks ago. I had just biked out to the road where I hitch rides into town and saw that the police officers at the road block were teasing a bird. At first I didn't notice what kind of bird it was; I'd just figured it was a chicken. Then I got closer and saw that it was a falcon. I asked them why they had it and apparently it had been hit by a truck not too long before I got there. So I told them that I was taking it. They said no, they were going to eat it. I repeated myself and went to the little market, got a box came back and took it. Suddenly I was a falconer, a weeklong dream come true. Literally. The week before I had a dream about being a falconer and then I thought "hey that'd be kinda cool." So I took it to the PC house in Serenje where I fed him meat scraps and chicken necks, but he didn't want that. He wanted other food. So I bought a slingshot at the market and my buddy Mike and I tried to shoot small birds to feed him. I realize that it's kind of hypocritical to kill many birds to keep one alive, but hey, it's the food chain (and fun!), but we didn't kill any. We did however successfully shoot a bunch of beer cans. So I took the falcon (named Fistcraft during a rousing game of Scrabble) back home and let him guard my kitchen for me. I like to think he ate some rats, but in reality I'm sure he just sat there, occasionally knocking my pots and pans over and crapping all over my floor. The first day, he tried to get out but I found him grounded about 200 meters from the kitchen, so I picked him up and brought him back. The next day, I had to go to Mkushi to get the vaccine (and to watch Monday night football at ATB Lodge at 2:30 in the morning). When I returned, he was gone. Nobody could tell me where he went or how he got out. Well, maybe they did but my Bemba just isn't bwino enough I guess. All for the better because then I left for Zanzibar.
Look at a map, right now. Find Central Province Zambia, then find Dar Es Salaam. Then think about a train ride from Kapiri Mposhi to Dar. How long do you think? Maybe 16 hours? 24? Can't possibly be more than 30, right? 48 hours after getting on the train, I got off the train. The ride was fun though. Very enjoyable. We had an impressive Peace Corps group of about 18. We had 2 first class cars together for 8 of us, the rest scattered amongst second class, so my car was the hangout place because everyone wanted to avoid the cholera, plague, and leprosy that is found amongst the second and third class denizens. (Ok, maybe not really, but 1 st class is substantially roomier and only about $4 more expensive). The rest of the car I was in was made up of a bunch of white people from around the world- Austrians, British, Germans, and all over the natural range of Crackerus honkeyii. When I asked the Austrians where they were from, they answered "Austria." I responded with "Ahhh….Austria, put another shrimp on the barbie!" They didn't think it was as funny as I or my friends did. We passed through a game park and got to see giraffes, zebras, water buffalo, warthogs, someone saw elephants and someone else claims to have seen a rhino but "it might have been a bush pig." Huge size difference. Hey guys, is this a honeybee or an eagle??
So we arrived in Dar, and got hassled at the train station. The man wouldn't accept our half price student rate tickets because he'd never heard of "Washington College" or "Idaho State University" or "Pepperdine." So it was up to my sweet talking to get us out without paying a fortune. I showed him my student ID, Peace Corps ID, and Andrew Jackson's ID. After a discussion of what Peace Corps does, he returned all 3 IDs. It's probably the first time ever that a bribe has been returned. We stayed at a nice hotel for about $12, ate a nice dinner and the next morning caught a ferry to Zanzibar. We got there around 10 then got a van to a resort. Absolutely beautiful. Right on the beach, nice restaurants, good swimming, good people, everything was GREAT! We snorkeled on Christmas Day, then feasted at night on squid, octopus, some kind of fish, veggie curry, rice, and all kinds of goodness.
The day after Christmas, I met a man from Ethiopia who is starting a Non Governmental Organization NGO with a focus on preserving the environment. He wants to get people using sailboats on Lake Tana instead of motorboats and he wants to promote fish farming. I told him that in a year and a half when I finish in Zambia that I'd like to work with him. He got pretty excited about the idea, so hopefully Christmas 2009 I'll be in Addis Ababa. Or maybe in the oceanfront house that I told our fishing captain that I'd buy from his neighbor. But since we got shut out fishing, I don't know how I feel about that house anymore. Other activities in Zanzibar included: Spice tour where we learned about the spice trade, snorkeling with dolphins and sea turtles, watching monkeys monkeying around in Jozani forest, museums, art galleries, and rockin' in the New Year with DJ Yusuf. Though my favorite activities were harassing shopkeepers or eating. Tim and I liked to mess with the shopkeepers and the guys selling stuff on the streets, asking ridiculous questions or making ridiculous offers and several times almost killing each other with Masaai warrior clubs or knives. It's made much more fun by their inability to understand English. They enjoyed it though for the most part. Not as much as we did though. As for eating, oh man….every night in Stonetown they have a seafood fest. Crabclaws, lobster, shrimp, shark meat, tuna, blue marlin, red snapper, barracuda, all kinds of delicious foods to exceed my daily recommended mercury intake. I ate myself stupid for about $7. And for anyone who has eaten with me, you know what a great deal that is. I also met an absolutely gorgeous Finnish girl who I hung out with until late. As we split a banana and chocolate pancake, I met a man who I thought was going to kill me simply for being American. He's lived a rough life; most of it on the street. In 2002, he witnessed his father being murdered and mother and sister being raped and beaten by American soldiers. He said he wouldn't feel bad about getting revenge on an American for what had been done. But after talking with him for about 45 minutes, he admitted that American people are not all represented by our government or our armed forces. He understands that we're not all bad people. I know that I'm a government employee and that I'm supposed to be defending the US government's name and whatnot, but I think that this cultural exchange is much more valuable, especially considering Bush's low low approval ratings. And it could have gotten both of us hurt.
The next day my group of 4, plus this beautiful Finnish girl, wandered around Dar Es Salaam. We ate delicious food and ice cream. I angered the owner of a Swiss watch store by asking if he had any stolen or fake Rolexes. He said something in whatever language he spoke (not English, not Swahili) then glared at me as if he was going to kill me. So then I thought it'd be funny if I went out to the street and bought a fake Rolex, took it back to him and asked him to remove some links or change the battery. Not more than 3 minutes after I said that, a man approached me with a Longines watch. I said "nope I'm only interested in Rolex." Then he reached into his other pocket and produced a wonderfully fake Rolex which I promptly bought for $4. But when I went back to the store, his death stare was even deadlier, so I opted to stroll past and buy a pizza instead. Great decision.
Next morning it was back to the train station. 40 some hours later, here I am in Serenje. I met a very pretty Zambian girl living in Lusaka studying to be a travel agent, so I hung out with her for most of the train ride. We exchanged phone numbers and next time I get into Lusaka (maybe as early as August!) I've got a dinner date!
Tomorrow it's back to site…5 packages heavier! I don't know who they're from yet, but I know I have 5 packages awaiting me. I also got 9 letters/cards in the past 3 weeks. One from home, Theresa, Carly, The Mitchell's, Maria (a PCV here in Zambia), and 4 from Becky. I'm saving them for my hut, but thank you very much!
Take care everyone. Hope it's not too cold (nor too warm what with global warming and all). So until next time, keep on rockin' in the free world!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
good thing this isn't the oregon trail...
Oh, and for all you entrepreneurs in the list, a great idea for a night club/bar is to make half the dance floor into a swimming pool. No liabilities there. None at all. And an interesting experience regarding a taxi ride. As soon as we got to our destination and I got out of the cab, a man jumped in through the driver's window and started hitting the driver. Thinking it was a potential car jacking, I got in the middle and pushed the attackee out of the way. The cabbie threw the car in reverse and sped off down the road. The other guy ran after for a bit and then I learned that he was actually a cop and the cabbie was an armed robber. Oops.... oh well, free ride!
After IST, some friends and I headed to Kasanka National Park to view the massive bat migration. I've heard it's the largest mammal migration (either in the world or Africa, not sure which…not sure that's even true, anyway). It was a headache-poor transport, high park fees, expensive armed guide hiring (you aren't allowed to go away from your tent site or chalet without a guide). But in the end it was an awesome experience. We hiked out to see the bats roosting during the day and watched them fly overhead at night. I saw a similar site in Australia but this time was appreciated much more. One evening after a heavy rain, 2 friends and I walked, unguided, to the river where we heard we might be able to see crocs and hippos. I saw a path leading through some tall grasses and thought to myself "Hey, now this could be fun." The path ended at the water's edge and maybe 5 meters in front of me was a hippo. It was awesome (and dangerously close). There might have been more because there were splashes and bubbles coming from even closer and a V going through the water, which may or may not have been a croc. The next day, we hired a guide to take us on a hike. Should have been a 4 hour hike. Ended up being about 8. He took ill and had to rest. He was dehydrated and had really high blood pressure (I heard 188 over 80 or something like that after he was checked out by the parks doctor)…and we were lost. I got to carry his rifle, and Drew carried his walkie talkie. We radioed for help and a long time later it came and we got a ride back to our chalet site. If I'd remembered to bring my camera, I would have attached pictures of me carrying the rifle and looking all tough, but you'll have to take my word for it.
Then there was Thanksgiving at the house which was GREAT. Everyone finally got along and we had turkey, potatoes, stuffing, cranberries, AND the world's BEST sautéed mushrooms ever (provided by yours truly). Aside from no football, it was a great day.
So finally after what seemed like a year away from site, I returned to a puppy who is getting larger and larger and my beloved tree which is now 80cm high. My floor had been eaten away by a rat in the corner, but otherwise it was fine. I set up a basketball hoop and now my focus has moved from fish farming to drills and creating the best basketball team Kapeshi has ever seen. Other projects include a fuel efficient stove which is in the works and my field-also in the works. I was out hoeing every morning this week and my back and hands hate me. But soon I should have garlic, onions, sunflower and I want to pick up some other seeds for cucumber, tomatoes, watermelon…all stuff I should have got yesterday because today is Saturday. Oh, and I'm also teaching some of the children English. Just a little bit at a time. Their first lesson was the lyrics to the Kenny Rogers song "The Gambler." They don't know what the words mean, but that doesn't really matter. Just as long as they can quote it by memory for every white person they see, I'll be pleased.
Rainy season is upon us. It came several weeks late (usually by mid November it's in full swing). I've been trapped inside a few times and caught in a couple storms but there's something relaxing about it. And a lot of frustrations, clothes that don't dry, for one. But the mushrooms are great and nothing better than sleeping during a thunderstorm.
I've planned for the next round of chicken vaccines to be administered on Tuesday (once again conveniently when someone will be staying in Mkushi and, what a stroke of luck! will be able to hopefully catch the Vikings-Bears game. Hopefully they'll both lose putting the Packers farther ahead. There are 4 Lions fans at the PC house, 1 Vikings fan, and me, the Packers fan. Also, we have too many Patriots fans. I'm sick of New England teams and their winningness. Celtics are having a great season, Sox won, Pats are undefeated… I hear Bonds is getting indicted for perjury and I think that's AWESOME! I hope they take his "record" from him and keep him away from the Hall of Fame. Any other important news from the home front?
I leave for Zanzibar in 2 weeks. I'm stoked for Christmas and New Years on the beach. Though a 48 hr train ride to and from won't be quite as fun, though I'll be sharing a car with some friends. I'm pretty stoked. So much history on the island-spice and slave trading. I'm hoping to pick some up. Spices, that is…though this hoeing is taking its toll on my back…. Juuuuust kidding.
Well I hope you're doing well. But only because you made it to the end. Congratulations!
After IST, some friends and I headed to Kasanka National Park to view the massive bat migration. I've heard it's the largest mammal migration (either in the world or Africa, not sure which…not sure that's even true, anyway). It was a headache-poor transport, high park fees, expensive armed guide hiring (you aren't allowed to go away from your tent site or chalet without a guide). But in the end it was an awesome experience. We hiked out to see the bats roosting during the day and watched them fly overhead at night. I saw a similar site in Australia but this time was appreciated much more. One evening after a heavy rain, 2 friends and I walked, unguided, to the river where we heard we might be able to see crocs and hippos. I saw a path leading through some tall grasses and thought to myself "Hey, now this could be fun." The path ended at the water's edge and maybe 5 meters in front of me was a hippo. It was awesome (and dangerously close). There might have been more because there were splashes and bubbles coming from even closer and a V going through the water, which may or may not have been a croc. The next day, we hired a guide to take us on a hike. Should have been a 4 hour hike. Ended up being about 8. He took ill and had to rest. He was dehydrated and had really high blood pressure (I heard 188 over 80 or something like that after he was checked out by the parks doctor)…and we were lost. I got to carry his rifle, and Drew carried his walkie talkie. We radioed for help and a long time later it came and we got a ride back to our chalet site. If I'd remembered to bring my camera, I would have attached pictures of me carrying the rifle and looking all tough, but you'll have to take my word for it.
Then there was Thanksgiving at the house which was GREAT. Everyone finally got along and we had turkey, potatoes, stuffing, cranberries, AND the world's BEST sautéed mushrooms ever (provided by yours truly). Aside from no football, it was a great day.
So finally after what seemed like a year away from site, I returned to a puppy who is getting larger and larger and my beloved tree which is now 80cm high. My floor had been eaten away by a rat in the corner, but otherwise it was fine. I set up a basketball hoop and now my focus has moved from fish farming to drills and creating the best basketball team Kapeshi has ever seen. Other projects include a fuel efficient stove which is in the works and my field-also in the works. I was out hoeing every morning this week and my back and hands hate me. But soon I should have garlic, onions, sunflower and I want to pick up some other seeds for cucumber, tomatoes, watermelon…all stuff I should have got yesterday because today is Saturday. Oh, and I'm also teaching some of the children English. Just a little bit at a time. Their first lesson was the lyrics to the Kenny Rogers song "The Gambler." They don't know what the words mean, but that doesn't really matter. Just as long as they can quote it by memory for every white person they see, I'll be pleased.
Rainy season is upon us. It came several weeks late (usually by mid November it's in full swing). I've been trapped inside a few times and caught in a couple storms but there's something relaxing about it. And a lot of frustrations, clothes that don't dry, for one. But the mushrooms are great and nothing better than sleeping during a thunderstorm.
I've planned for the next round of chicken vaccines to be administered on Tuesday (once again conveniently when someone will be staying in Mkushi and, what a stroke of luck! will be able to hopefully catch the Vikings-Bears game. Hopefully they'll both lose putting the Packers farther ahead. There are 4 Lions fans at the PC house, 1 Vikings fan, and me, the Packers fan. Also, we have too many Patriots fans. I'm sick of New England teams and their winningness. Celtics are having a great season, Sox won, Pats are undefeated… I hear Bonds is getting indicted for perjury and I think that's AWESOME! I hope they take his "record" from him and keep him away from the Hall of Fame. Any other important news from the home front?
I leave for Zanzibar in 2 weeks. I'm stoked for Christmas and New Years on the beach. Though a 48 hr train ride to and from won't be quite as fun, though I'll be sharing a car with some friends. I'm pretty stoked. So much history on the island-spice and slave trading. I'm hoping to pick some up. Spices, that is…though this hoeing is taking its toll on my back…. Juuuuust kidding.
Well I hope you're doing well. But only because you made it to the end. Congratulations!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
another one
Hello all
I’m still doing well. Got into town yesterday for Halloween. We have a couple meetings so I’ll be in Serenje for a couple of days. I don’t want to spend a long time on here so I’ll just give you the highlights from the past couple weeks:
Got a package from my sister containing Old Bay. Best gift EVER. It’s great to add to potatoes or rice or just eating straight up. Other great food news: the honey is ready and it’s incredible! I also ate my first fried caterpillar the other day. Much better than you’d expect.
Mostly, I’ve just been visiting farmers, having meetings, tons of fun. But on the 23rd I went into Mkushi to get a shot for my pup and ended up 130km into the bush with a few friends who happened to be in town so we went to a place called Wonder Gorge. It was wonderful and gorgeous, but the 10 hrs in a car wasn’t great. We took a 4x4 mitsubishi pajero jr. It’s like a Montero, but the size of a Miata. The next day was Independence day so I watched the “parade.” Pretty much the kids marched from the school to the soccer field, some kids randomly blasted bugles or banged drums. All good fun.
So I came up with a great income generating activity. One of the farmers is going to buy (with my money) a bottle of chicken vaccine for 30,000 kwacha ($7.50). The bottle treats 1000 chickens and he is going to charge 50k per chicken that people want vaccinated. 20,000K profit to him, hopefully, and everyone will have healthier chickens. They’re all really excited about that.
I’m also excited about making fuel efficient stoves. We’re going to make a practice one in my kitchen (which now has a door!) and then invite the women’s group to Ba Mayo’s kitchen to see how it’s made. But first, they need to organize the women’s club.
Rats ate my solar shower. I’m bummed about that, but get slightly happier with each rat I kill. I’m up to 8. My goal is 75.
I now have cell service at my site (260 97 829 0243 in case you were wondering). That’s the exciting news in Kapeshi village.
My new favorite activity is going to the hill with the little kids and throwing rocks. No matter where you are, how old you are, all males like to go to high places and throw rocks. It’s true. Any scientific study will prove that.
So last time, I proposed a contest to see who would send me the best package. Now, I realize that this is no way to judge friendships, and there’s stuff in life more important than snacks (like gushers, fruit by the foot, trail mixes with wasabi peas, combos, or Swedish fish) or even magazines (such as car and driver, Maxim, road and track, beckett baseball card price guides preferably with articles about how Bond’s “record” impacts the price of baseball cards, notably a 1972 Topps Hank Aaron card in very good to near mint condition). And that no self respecting person would stoop so low as to guilt trip the generous people that he cares about so much into sending him a package in the mail to make hard times a little more bearable, enticing them with a gift package of their own worth a nominal value (which I’ve decided to increase from 25 to 50grand). Yes, good friends are there for your going away parties and gatherings-even when you have 4 and they live many hours away. Good friends are always thinking of you or at least on every Sunday when they sit down to write you a letter letting you know you’re missed and that they’re proud of you. That’s what Becky does, but Becky-good friends also send Snickers. There ARE starving people in Africa who would appreciate those leftovers on your plate, SLOP for you Echo Hillians, so box that up and ship it out C/O Patrick Horley/PCV Peace Corps PO Box 850010, Serenje Zambia
That’s all for now.
I’m still doing well. Got into town yesterday for Halloween. We have a couple meetings so I’ll be in Serenje for a couple of days. I don’t want to spend a long time on here so I’ll just give you the highlights from the past couple weeks:
Got a package from my sister containing Old Bay. Best gift EVER. It’s great to add to potatoes or rice or just eating straight up. Other great food news: the honey is ready and it’s incredible! I also ate my first fried caterpillar the other day. Much better than you’d expect.
Mostly, I’ve just been visiting farmers, having meetings, tons of fun. But on the 23rd I went into Mkushi to get a shot for my pup and ended up 130km into the bush with a few friends who happened to be in town so we went to a place called Wonder Gorge. It was wonderful and gorgeous, but the 10 hrs in a car wasn’t great. We took a 4x4 mitsubishi pajero jr. It’s like a Montero, but the size of a Miata. The next day was Independence day so I watched the “parade.” Pretty much the kids marched from the school to the soccer field, some kids randomly blasted bugles or banged drums. All good fun.
So I came up with a great income generating activity. One of the farmers is going to buy (with my money) a bottle of chicken vaccine for 30,000 kwacha ($7.50). The bottle treats 1000 chickens and he is going to charge 50k per chicken that people want vaccinated. 20,000K profit to him, hopefully, and everyone will have healthier chickens. They’re all really excited about that.
I’m also excited about making fuel efficient stoves. We’re going to make a practice one in my kitchen (which now has a door!) and then invite the women’s group to Ba Mayo’s kitchen to see how it’s made. But first, they need to organize the women’s club.
Rats ate my solar shower. I’m bummed about that, but get slightly happier with each rat I kill. I’m up to 8. My goal is 75.
I now have cell service at my site (260 97 829 0243 in case you were wondering). That’s the exciting news in Kapeshi village.
My new favorite activity is going to the hill with the little kids and throwing rocks. No matter where you are, how old you are, all males like to go to high places and throw rocks. It’s true. Any scientific study will prove that.
So last time, I proposed a contest to see who would send me the best package. Now, I realize that this is no way to judge friendships, and there’s stuff in life more important than snacks (like gushers, fruit by the foot, trail mixes with wasabi peas, combos, or Swedish fish) or even magazines (such as car and driver, Maxim, road and track, beckett baseball card price guides preferably with articles about how Bond’s “record” impacts the price of baseball cards, notably a 1972 Topps Hank Aaron card in very good to near mint condition). And that no self respecting person would stoop so low as to guilt trip the generous people that he cares about so much into sending him a package in the mail to make hard times a little more bearable, enticing them with a gift package of their own worth a nominal value (which I’ve decided to increase from 25 to 50grand). Yes, good friends are there for your going away parties and gatherings-even when you have 4 and they live many hours away. Good friends are always thinking of you or at least on every Sunday when they sit down to write you a letter letting you know you’re missed and that they’re proud of you. That’s what Becky does, but Becky-good friends also send Snickers. There ARE starving people in Africa who would appreciate those leftovers on your plate, SLOP for you Echo Hillians, so box that up and ship it out C/O Patrick Horley/PCV Peace Corps PO Box 850010, Serenje Zambia
That’s all for now.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Still not dead...
Hooray! We finally have internet in Serenje! That's the most exciting news since last time. I'll try to recount what has happened since my last email. But before I do that, I want to give you my new postal address since I have neglected to do that. It is:
Patrick Horley/PCV
Peace Corps
PO Box 850010
Serenje, Zambia
I finally got a package from my parents, and one from my sister (and one from Sammy! Awwww). All the other volunteers get stuff from my friends and when they see that I don't, they all say "Wow, Pat, your friends really suck, except for Sam. Here, have some of my Doritos." I try to defend you guys, I honestly do, but it is no use. That's why I have come up with this little plan to show just how awesome you guys are. I am proposing a friendly little contest. The person/people who send(s) me the best package will win a prize worth well over 25grand. I can afford it; I pull in over a million a month. True, it's in Kwacha, but hey, I'll take what I can get. So anyway, I challenge you. Come up with the best care package that you can. You all know me, you all know what I like. The villagers like to see pictures, so if you have any, please send them. Though if they show your thighs, I'll keep that in my own personal stash. Thighs are no-nos here, which I found out after an embarrassing moment with my 8(?) year old host brother in Chongwe and a picture of Carly and I at the beach. Oops. Deadline for Postmark is Dec. 31, but earlier ones get bonus points. And if you really don't know me, I like food, baseball, football, cars, food, motorcycles, and lots of other things. The villagers love American magazines too. And Walter, if I know you like I think I do, thanks, but porn is illegal here in Zambia. So send your best and if you win you will be massively rewarded, that is if you like dried fish, fried caterpillars and chunky beer made from corn.
So since last time, let's see… I got a puppy! It's the cutest dog this side of the Atlantic and if I remember, I'll try to put in pictures. IF I remember, I'm bad about that. His name is Mwenso, which is Bemba for "Scared, shy, timid" because he, well he's scared of everything. The family has taken to him, mostly. Some of the little kids hit him or throw rocks. I've been teaching them not to do that (and teaching him to attack when they do). It'll be hard to give him up in 2 years, but my 14-year-old brother is really good with him and will be a good father. I also got a dartboard. I set it up in my hut and play a couple games a day, but my darts really suck. The back half is plastic and the part that holds the flight in place has broken so they always fall out. It's still fun though and the villagers love it when I bring it outside and hang it to the tree. My hut is too small to entertain guests.
Let's see… oh yes, I'd hurt my foot last time I was in town. I wasn't looking where I was walking because I was talking to my friend Kathy and fell into a ditch about oooohhhh 2 meters deep straight down. So I had to get it Xrayed, 2 docs in Mkushi said it was a hairline fracture, so PC had me go to their doctor in Lusaka and he said it was ligament damage. Whatever it is, I don't like it. We had our big Provincial meeting 2 weeks ago. It was mostly a party in Mkushi (next big town over) followed the next day by a 2 hour meeting followed by a party and a trip the next day to the gorgeous Kundalila waterfall. Good times were had by all. We roasted a pig in the ground and it was fantastic.
I had a few meetings with my farmers. One in Kapeshi (3km away), one in Ndabala (13 km away) and one in Mpande (umm maybe 6 or 7 km). I have a list of about 60 farmers who want ponds. But they want them right away. It'll be a while. I'm glad to see that they're so into this, but it means I have my work cut out for me. I want to teach the farmers and then have them teach each other. I want to get the ball rolling
So really, not a whole lot has happened. I've seen a few animals—mostly lizards and some birds. A few of what looked to be parrots flew past my hut the other day. Today on my ride in, the guy I was hitching with swerved to avoid 3 chameleons—in a big rig carrying Petrol. I'm glad that he missed them, but these trucks aren't known for their handling. Usually people try to hit them. Maybe he was trying, but was just a bad driver.
Yesterday, I gave my buddy George a pair of shoes. I'd lost my sneakers and bought a cheap pair at the market. But then I found my sneakers and wasn't wearing these, so I gave them to him. He said it was the happiest day of his life. I said "George, you have a wife and 2 daughters, what about your wedding or the birth of your children??" He said "Nah…" I've never seen someone so happy to get shoes before. It made me happy. He's done a lot to help me so it was only fair. I don't want to start giving stuff away because then people will hound me, and I'm not in the business of giving anything away (except knowledge, because knowledge is power!). Though when I leave, I want to give away a lot of my stuff and I'm very excited about that. I often sit and wonder "hmmm…who would like this pan? Who deserves a nice skillet?"
I'm sure I'm leaving out a lot of details, but oh well…my gournal is back at the hut and I write my daily activities in there.
Ohhh…Kathy just reminded me of a story to tell you guys:
So I was sitting there eating my dinner by candlelight and saw a cobra coming down over the top of my partition wall. It was eyeing me, just waiting to strike. Swaying left, right, up, down in its fluid serpentine way. I jumped up and backed up to the door and opened it so it was between me and the deadly snake. I threw on my sunglasses so that it wouldn't spit in my eyes and surveyed the situation. I considered calling my family, but why introduce them to the dangers? There was a brick, but that was in easy striking distance of the beast. The dartboard caught my attention, but I knew that the darts would just anger it. I noticed my kitchen knife in front of me and reached down to get it, without taking my eyes off the snake. Then I realized that the snake was very thin and lacked eyes and a mouth and, well everything that makes a snake a snake. Turns out, it was the torn handle of a plastic bag and it's motions were caused by heat rising off my charcoal burner. I'd never been so scared before in my entire life. I still killed it though.
So seriously, if anyone wants to travel with me, or visit, let me know. Dubai, Madagascar, Egypt, India, SE Asia, South America. I want to come back to the states even more penniless than when I left. Help me spend my money!
Take care all
Patrick
Peace Corps
PO Box 850010
Serenje, Zambia
I finally got a package from my parents, and one from my sister (and one from Sammy! Awwww). All the other volunteers get stuff from my friends and when they see that I don't, they all say "Wow, Pat, your friends really suck, except for Sam. Here, have some of my Doritos." I try to defend you guys, I honestly do, but it is no use. That's why I have come up with this little plan to show just how awesome you guys are. I am proposing a friendly little contest. The person/people who send(s) me the best package will win a prize worth well over 25grand. I can afford it; I pull in over a million a month. True, it's in Kwacha, but hey, I'll take what I can get. So anyway, I challenge you. Come up with the best care package that you can. You all know me, you all know what I like. The villagers like to see pictures, so if you have any, please send them. Though if they show your thighs, I'll keep that in my own personal stash. Thighs are no-nos here, which I found out after an embarrassing moment with my 8(?) year old host brother in Chongwe and a picture of Carly and I at the beach. Oops. Deadline for Postmark is Dec. 31, but earlier ones get bonus points. And if you really don't know me, I like food, baseball, football, cars, food, motorcycles, and lots of other things. The villagers love American magazines too. And Walter, if I know you like I think I do, thanks, but porn is illegal here in Zambia. So send your best and if you win you will be massively rewarded, that is if you like dried fish, fried caterpillars and chunky beer made from corn.
So since last time, let's see… I got a puppy! It's the cutest dog this side of the Atlantic and if I remember, I'll try to put in pictures. IF I remember, I'm bad about that. His name is Mwenso, which is Bemba for "Scared, shy, timid" because he, well he's scared of everything. The family has taken to him, mostly. Some of the little kids hit him or throw rocks. I've been teaching them not to do that (and teaching him to attack when they do). It'll be hard to give him up in 2 years, but my 14-year-old brother is really good with him and will be a good father. I also got a dartboard. I set it up in my hut and play a couple games a day, but my darts really suck. The back half is plastic and the part that holds the flight in place has broken so they always fall out. It's still fun though and the villagers love it when I bring it outside and hang it to the tree. My hut is too small to entertain guests.
Let's see… oh yes, I'd hurt my foot last time I was in town. I wasn't looking where I was walking because I was talking to my friend Kathy and fell into a ditch about oooohhhh 2 meters deep straight down. So I had to get it Xrayed, 2 docs in Mkushi said it was a hairline fracture, so PC had me go to their doctor in Lusaka and he said it was ligament damage. Whatever it is, I don't like it. We had our big Provincial meeting 2 weeks ago. It was mostly a party in Mkushi (next big town over) followed the next day by a 2 hour meeting followed by a party and a trip the next day to the gorgeous Kundalila waterfall. Good times were had by all. We roasted a pig in the ground and it was fantastic.
I had a few meetings with my farmers. One in Kapeshi (3km away), one in Ndabala (13 km away) and one in Mpande (umm maybe 6 or 7 km). I have a list of about 60 farmers who want ponds. But they want them right away. It'll be a while. I'm glad to see that they're so into this, but it means I have my work cut out for me. I want to teach the farmers and then have them teach each other. I want to get the ball rolling
So really, not a whole lot has happened. I've seen a few animals—mostly lizards and some birds. A few of what looked to be parrots flew past my hut the other day. Today on my ride in, the guy I was hitching with swerved to avoid 3 chameleons—in a big rig carrying Petrol. I'm glad that he missed them, but these trucks aren't known for their handling. Usually people try to hit them. Maybe he was trying, but was just a bad driver.
Yesterday, I gave my buddy George a pair of shoes. I'd lost my sneakers and bought a cheap pair at the market. But then I found my sneakers and wasn't wearing these, so I gave them to him. He said it was the happiest day of his life. I said "George, you have a wife and 2 daughters, what about your wedding or the birth of your children??" He said "Nah…" I've never seen someone so happy to get shoes before. It made me happy. He's done a lot to help me so it was only fair. I don't want to start giving stuff away because then people will hound me, and I'm not in the business of giving anything away (except knowledge, because knowledge is power!). Though when I leave, I want to give away a lot of my stuff and I'm very excited about that. I often sit and wonder "hmmm…who would like this pan? Who deserves a nice skillet?"
I'm sure I'm leaving out a lot of details, but oh well…my gournal is back at the hut and I write my daily activities in there.
Ohhh…Kathy just reminded me of a story to tell you guys:
So I was sitting there eating my dinner by candlelight and saw a cobra coming down over the top of my partition wall. It was eyeing me, just waiting to strike. Swaying left, right, up, down in its fluid serpentine way. I jumped up and backed up to the door and opened it so it was between me and the deadly snake. I threw on my sunglasses so that it wouldn't spit in my eyes and surveyed the situation. I considered calling my family, but why introduce them to the dangers? There was a brick, but that was in easy striking distance of the beast. The dartboard caught my attention, but I knew that the darts would just anger it. I noticed my kitchen knife in front of me and reached down to get it, without taking my eyes off the snake. Then I realized that the snake was very thin and lacked eyes and a mouth and, well everything that makes a snake a snake. Turns out, it was the torn handle of a plastic bag and it's motions were caused by heat rising off my charcoal burner. I'd never been so scared before in my entire life. I still killed it though.
So seriously, if anyone wants to travel with me, or visit, let me know. Dubai, Madagascar, Egypt, India, SE Asia, South America. I want to come back to the states even more penniless than when I left. Help me spend my money!
Take care all
Patrick
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