Saturday, April 26, 2008

April is the Month of Birthdays!

Happy 27th Birthday, Niki!

April 29

To Niki-

Even though I can't be with you on your special day, please know I am thinking of you and can't wait to celebrate with you next year. Love and miss you (TONS).


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Happy 30th Birthday, Sus! (Your Golden Birthday!)

April 30

Sus-

Happy Birthday. I am sorry I'm issing your special day, but I promise to throw you a 30 plus 1 party next year (or maybe we'll be celebrating in Morocco?). And by party, I mean cooking you a really nice meal and baking you a really awesome cake and maybe taking you out for some drinks. Anyway, I miss you and I love you. All the best and many more...

Buzzword: Beekeeping

(This is not me, but a fellow PCV. )


For the past two weeks, I've been in the Kombo region, assisting with the final week of the Health and Community Development training (the newbies swore-in on April 18...I'm now a second-year Volunteer...woo hoo!) After those festivities (and a nice little party thrown by JulBrew, I shifted from the role of trainer to trainee as a participant in the Agroforestry sector's In-Service Training this past week. My primary objective of joining this training was to learn more about beekeeping and tree grafting, all of which could be successful in my village and surrounding communities. It was a great experience to get to know other Volunteers and to gain some invaluable knowledge. (Shh...don't tell anyone, I secretly want to be an Agfo, but I practice good hygiene, so I guess that automatically disqualifies me to be a member of the Dirty Agfo group). I also had the opportunity to meet some Volunteers from Senegal and Guinea; it was great to hear about their experiences.

In addition to being a trainer and a trainee, I purchased my visa and ticket for my upcoming vacation to Sierra Leone and celebrated my 26th year! What an exciting past few weeks. Oddly enough, I think I'll be looking forward to going back to my site and relaxing and waiting for the rains to come at the end of June. Rainy season is such a peaceful time here...and it'll be my last one, so I'll have to make the most of it.

Anyway, back to the In-Service Training...Learning how to properly harvest bees and then processing the honey are probably two of the most exciting things I've learned about here.

After learning the process, dress, and tactics used for harvesting bees/honey, our group broke up into smaller groups. We suited up at dusk, duct taped our shoes to our pants and gloves to our sleeves, and then entered the harvesting area, looking as if we were members of a strange moon-walking cult. Not too mention, the full moon added an element of eerieness to the whole experience.

We entered the apiary and began to work. I was the designated smoker, but then had the opportunity later to cut off the honey comb. Bees swarming, buzzing, close against your skin, tricking you to believe that they're crawling all over your skin. The suite provides protection, but they can still sting you. The adrenaline, the risk, the fascination that such small things---the bees---can produce such a glorious sweetness, while potentially being a huge risk to one's comfort and even one's life. I escaped without any stings (still never been stung), but left with an appreciation and new-found respect for something so small, but so important.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, Dad!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!!!



Still partying with the best of them after all these years!

(Don't hate me for the pic. It's courtesy of Tim.)


Today is my Dad's birthday. And for the second year in a row, I'm not going to be home to share it with him.

However, we had the wonderful opportunity to celebrate family birthdays a little early this year, thanks to the fam's visit to The Gambia. (Yes, I'll be giving you the run down on the family visit soon. I have it written, but the pics take forever to upload).
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Dad-

Happy **th Birthday! Hope you have a wonderful day. And please know how thankful I am to have you as not only my Dad, but my friend. Love you lots and miss you.

Bugsy


Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Greeting the Home People!

So these people...

...travelled far across the ocean (not showering, not sleeping, and sitting in a purgatory-like place called the Yoff International Airport in Dakar) to meet these people...

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Despite a few, minor hiccups (bag lost, but recovered; sweating profusely, but not melted; ate rice, but acquired early resistance to all things with rice (sorry, Dad)), the family's visit to The Gambia was definitely 'enjoying only'. (Note: Family, if you disagree, please state so NOW, NOW).

And now for some highlights:
*Family, if you feel any of the following accounts are inaccurately depicted...too bad, send me an email with 'your' account or better yet, write your own blog.*

1. When Susan's luggage did not arrive, Susan had to wear my clothes for 32 hours. Thankfully, after one year of being away from each other, the theory that Susan is still TOO tall to wear my pants. Even after one year, it's unanimous...I'm still short. DARN IT. (Side note: She still can wear my shirts, despite the increase of the size of my belly...thanks rice!)

2. I didn't realize how much I missed TV until I was able to watch day old Good Morning America in the hotel. Electricity = awesome; Electricity AND televisions = awesomer

3. My inability to properly turn on the hot water in the hotel shower after day 3 proved that one's capability to use modern-day technology diminishes after when one lives without amenities for 14 months. (Who wants to show me how to use a microwave when I get home?)

4. As if crossing the Barra Ferry wasn't stressful enough, it's even freakin' harder when there are no cars in the car park going to where you want to go and you have 3 very pale people watching your every move to negotiate with a driver while they try not to burn in the near-equatorial sun.

5. You know it's going to be a good trip when the family embraces the idea of a bean sandwich for lunch or their third day in the country.

6. Dad did not manage to acquire a huge bruise on his forehead, despite all the times he hit his head getting in and out of the taxis. (See all that extra padding on your fat head is good.)

7. Susan managed to thwart who wanted attention and thankfully, did not accept any marriage proposals from bumsters.

8. The parents are as equally cool in America and The Gambia, as voted by friends from home and in The Gambia.

9. Family successfully entertained 30 children while I made fishcakes and baobab juice.

10. After 3 days of being at my site, Paabi and Mero didn't run the opposite way screaming when seeing the 'toubabs'.

11. I can now refer to Dad as Demba, Mom as Hawa, and Susan as Mariama---all Fattys, of course! That's what you get for laughing at Jalika Fatty's surname for the past 12 months.

12. Who ever would have ever thought 300 plus people in my village of 1200 would wait by the side of the road for an hour to greet my family. AMAZING.

13. Realized that my ability to cope with things by use of humor is inherited from Mom and Dad. Thank goodness I got the humor genes and the youthful looking ones...:P

14. Despite my abhorrence for keeping pet monkeys as pets, they really are the crowd pleaser, especially when your Mom comes to visit and her name is Lois, and the monkey's name is Louis, which is not only confusing for Americans to decipher, but also Gambians.

15. Dreams and meditations of my sister joining me on my runs through the African bush were actually NOT nearly as good as actually having her run with me. Sweet!

16. Managed to save 5 whole delasis (ie. ONE quarter) while buying a Gambian soccer jersey in a packed Serrekunda market, while keeping hot tempers at bay.

17. Swimming pools are FANTASTIC, especially when paired with an ocean view.

18. Family vacations really can be fun, despite what most people say.

19. Oddly enough, my two worlds collided and everyone survived and maybe became a bit wiser, bolder, and crazier because of it.

20. My family never ceases to amaze me.

Thanks.