Same Side of the Moon: Lesotho to Oregon

Memory 1: Training Village

2010-12-06T10:56:00.000-08:00

So I have not done as promised but have been intending to write this blog since the last.

I am skipping staging in Philly, the plane ride, meeting everyone, and the couple days at the training center in Maseru because we didn't really get to know each other then. Sure, we had lots of forced bonding time and knew almost everyone's names but we didn't know each other as people.

I'm going to start with travelling to our training villages. We had gone shopping for "basic essentials" most of which Peace Corps had already purchased for us. This meant a plate, bowl, glass, and set of silverware, maybe a couple knives. We didn't have to buy food yet because for the first week all meals were going to be provided by our host family. A majority of us still got some granola bars and treats to stash just in case. Sunday morning, two days after landing in the country, we got onto buses and separated from a group of 23 into 3 training villages.

I arrived at Hasoole with Megan, Kelly, Tom, Lorriane, Oscar, Merrill, and Barb. a couple people were already close but none of us were close enough to support each other in what was to follow when we got off the bus. We were told to expect singing and lots of screaming. Instead our village was in mourning. Someone had passed away and so singing and celebrating next to the body (which was in a hut about 10 feet away from us) was not allowed. They sang one more solemn song as they lined us volunteers up facing a line of Bo'me (mothers/women). They read our names from the list and we had to step forward to greet our new mother with an awkward hug. The village had been instructed to speak only Sesotho to us so immediately my 'Me starts jabbering at me. I just stood there with my pack on holding my pee bucket looking totally lost. A quick glance around me showed everyone else doing the same.

It was an uncomfortable walk the 20 yards to our home. I didn't notice until the next day that Oscar was in a hut just a few feet away. My siblings informed me that 'Me was telling my my name was Katleho Mofoti and she was 'Me Mamotephu Mofoti (both names and those of my siblings it took me until training was almost finished to memorize. They opened my hut door, i went in, they closed it. I was alone. Very alone. More alone than any sane person should be able to stand. But we all made it through that first night. It was uncomfortable when I realized that the family had to eat in my room because they had put the one table in the house in my room. So I sat in total silence eating a meal which then I could barely swallow but would come to be my favorite food at the end of two years. Rice, fried chicken, moroho (cabbage), mokopu (squash), a type of chakalaka which is beans and mayonnaise that I never learned to enjoy. The kids departed my room with their licked clean bowls and my half eaten plate which made me feel horrible until I saw them sharing what was left once outside my door.

I woke in the morning to everything covered in frost. It was like a layer of shiny silver had been placed on every surface to tell me it would all be bright and okay. Getting routine of bathing and eating in time to go to school (my 'Me was instant I not be late but also had a difficult time following my schedule) was very difficult. I was still ready about 10 minutes before Oscar came out of his house. My siblings were to walk us to school together that first morning. a routine which stuck all 10 weeks of training. It was the first true realization of where we were. Frost was everywhere and I was freezing so had snuck thermals and pants under my required skirt. Hiking boots, all 3 of my long sleeved shirts, my Columbia jacket, scarf, earmuffs, and gloves completed my outfit. The kids who accompanied us wore sandals or Mary Jane's without socks, short skirts, a t shirt or long sleeved shirt, and a ragged blanket wrapped around their shoulders. I was amazed that Peace Corps really put us into the real Lesotho just a few days into our training. It was eye opening and proved to be invaluable.

We started our walk and picked up Merrill first then the others at various locations. Me and Oscar lived the farthest away from the school and the trip took an average of 30 minutes either way. Barb lived just next to the school so we met her there. I don't remember that first day of school much except we sat huddled around a heater trying to learn yet again the Lesotho national anthem and spent most of the day in Sesotho Lessons. Really what sticks most with me from that first day and night was the realization just how long two years really is (since that first night was an eternity two years was unfathomable) and just how difficult it was going to be.

Back in the US of A

2010-10-09T08:45:00.000-07:00

I have now been back in America for 3 days. I arrived home Tuesday the 5th of October after about 50 hours of travel including a 16 hour flight over the North Pole from Dubai to LAX. I am still way off schedule and continue waking up at 3 am every morning. Besides the strange sleep patterns, coming home has been a lot easier than I anticipated. I think this comes from me trying to act as normal as possible, like the old me. I have a feeling this is going to come back and bite me in the ass thought. I have almost been feeling like the last two years didn't happen. I have heard other volunteers say this but always thought "well that's silly, how can something this major feel like a blip?" I have a theory though... I think it stems from all the stress and everything associated with coming home; fears, anxiety, expectations, etc. So when us returning volunteers actually get here our brains are pudding that can't and won't process more than the present moment.

I have also realized that I have, due to lack of decent Internet connections, posted far too few stories of my service. My pledge is to post one new story a week as i read through my journals from site. This pledge serves two purposes. 1) It gives people more stories from my service and 2) It might help me process and remember just how important my time in Lesotho was to me.

So, keep checking in for new posts and new stories.

Dog Gone

2010-06-22T23:58:00.000-07:00

Leslie is my pall, my friend, my sounding board when I'm sad. When she was missing for two weeks my world was in shambles. On Tuesday she came to school, which she has been doing, but turned around when I yelled at her to go home (might have also been a rock involved). She was sighted playing around my house at 2:30/3:00 that afternoon so when I got home at 3:30 and she wasn't there I wasn't that worried. It wasn't until Wednesday morning that I started to get worried. It wasn't until Thursday that I was freaked out and stressed.

I don't keep Leslie on a leash during the day when I'm only at school. She always stays by the shop, at my families with their dogs, or with the boys a couple houses away. Everyone in my community knows this and keeps an eye out for her and generally loves her. When news started to spread that she was missing it was so touching how they all rallied around me for support and to help keep an eye out for her. For the whole week and the following week my brothers would go out into the town with her leash and look for her.

There is a guy who is the brother of my friend who is a veterinarian and gives Leslie all her shots. He likes me and is actually pretty annoying. He loves dogs and he really "loves" me so I might have used him to help me look. He got word on the following Wednesday that people had been seeing a dog meeting Leslie's description towards Khanyane. On Saturday I spent 4 hours with him walking from my house to Khanyane, through every village in between, calling her name. We also stopped and the guy described her and gave out his number in case people found her.

We hit a huge field and a woman told us that she had just seen her with a herd boy. We ran up a huge hill into the field, me crouching with my hat pulled low so they didn't recognize me. The kids and men in the fields told us they had been seeing her but we couldn't find her. It was so emotionally and physically exhausting!

Later that night I was watching a movie and making tea with the family when I heard Hlapa start yelling. I stepped out to see who it was and there was the vet guy and a handicap man with my BABY!!!!! It took everything I had not to start crying immediately. It also took 50 rand to pay the guy for bringing her back. He said he "found" her in a village way over the hill, digging in a rubbish pile. Sorry Ntate, I totally recognize him as a guy who walks his cattle through the village. My guess is he got scared that word was spreading and the whitey was looking for her dog. All the villagers were so supportive and wanting to help. Nothing feels as special as when people are willing to help you. It makes you feel like you have really become a part of their community.

Now I have my dog back. She was filthy, covered in fleas, and her eyes were all red. After a bath, a cuddle in from of the heater, and a dinner of milk and eggs she was feeling good as new. She did have runny poo all over my floor but I was willing to let it slide for the one night. I have found a company to ship her to the USA and until then I'm tying her and watching her like a hawk.

World Cup Opening Ceremony- KE NAKO!

2010-06-22T23:34:00.000-07:00

While lots of people were going to bars or to other peoples houses to watch the world cup I was sitting on my families couch and sharing the experience with them. I was lucky to see the opening ceremony because 30 minutes before it was supposed to start and in the middle of us baking a cake, Marosa decided she had to go to town and get her hair washed and that I had to accompany her. I was pretty pushy and got us to avoid "basotho time" so we arrived at the house with a 2 minute countdown on the TV.

M'e was working so for the ceremony it was just me and the kids. The second the ceremony was over a group of younger, 20-30's, neighbors came for the game. There was an electric energy and excitement in the room and it was fun to see how excited they all were.

The game started of pretty slow, Bafana Bafana looking like kids compared to Mexico. The second half they really got their stuff together and looked like a pro team. Me and Malekhula were yelling at the screen the whole game though because had they worked as a team and had follow through, BB could have had a bunch more goals.

I have never liked football before. Correction: I love American football but never got "soccer". Watching WC with the family, sharing their excitement, seeing how athletic (and hot!) the players are, and being a part of my family gave me a new appreciation for the sport. I don't think I really get the offsides rule still, no matter how many people explain it it still seems lame.

Easy as Pie

2010-02-25T21:59:00.000-08:00

February 6th, 2010

At about 10 am this morning (Sunday) Hlapa, the youngest abuti in my host family, came to my house for his weekend romp with Leslie. His whole face was covered in black/purple spots and he kept drinking a thick liquid out of an old plastic bottle. Turned out to be blackberries. Now, I am not a lover of any berries, but these were so big and smelt so nice that I told him to give me 5 minutes while I ran back inside to dress, grab a hat (was at least 30 degrees), and clean my bucket. Hlapa then hooked Leslie to her make-shift leash and said "up". Up it was. The bushes that had the most berries were, of course, at the top of the lower shelf of my mountian. Up we went. We were just past my house when out of no where two other village boys grabbed the leash with Hlapa and decided to join us. We got to the top, Leslie loved climbing, and started to pick. It was really difficult because of the slope we were on. My height gave me an advantage to get the berries all the little boys havent been able to reach. Their tiny size made them able to really get into the bushes though. I only wanted a few to make a pie with but the boys were determined to fill the bucket. It was finally filled and we trooped back down to my lawn where they continued to play with the dog. Here were three little boys who could have spent their Sunday playing but instead took the lekhooa up the mountain to pick berries, I had to do something nice just because they werent expecting it. So, I invited them in and had them take off their shoes and I turned on "Indiana Jones 2". Hlapa has seen it a million times so was telling the other boys all that was going to happen during the talking parts. I proceeded to make a pie then freeze the rest of the berries. They thought I was totally weird, how do you COOK blackberries????? The end result was a little too sugary but they each devoured their piece and my host family received the rest.

It was a simple Sunday but very enjoyable. Even though none of the boys spoke english, so they were all jabbering in Sesotho and me in English, we made eachother understand. Most of the villagers though I was insane to climb a mountain to pick the berries instead of just sending the boys. From it though I some good exercise, made 3 little boys who rarely get nice treats very happy, and got to bake a pie which I love doing. You don't have to be saving the world to be a Peace Corps volunteer. Sometimes its as easy as pie!

Mt. Q(click) o q(click) olosing

2010-02-25T06:33:00.000-08:00

I had another PCv at my house for a couple of days while they were in transit- not going to name names. I decided that I was feeling adventuresome so invited PCV to do something with me that I have been wanting to do for a very long time... climb Mt. Qoqolosing (pronounced "click"o"click"olosing)! Marosa and I went on a walk and shoed me the road to the mountian. Why, you might ask, has this been my desire for 2 years? This mountain is a perfectly conical and sticks up over the ledge ehind my house. When Marosa pointed out said road I asked if it was possible to walk to the mountain and back in one day, it looks really far. She was skeptical and said that maybe. Good enough for me. So, me and PCV headed out at about 7 am with full water, peanut butter sandwitches, and other supplies. Everyone thought we were crazy. It took us about 3 hours to get to the base of the cone. Two bontate decided to walk with us and were actually able to keep up, though it was hard, the entire up hill climb. Yep, 3 hours all up hill. We took a short break at the base after I got really excited about the most beautiful and fertil soil I have seen in the country and PCV got excited about a small stone quary. We encountered a little boy during our break who suprisingly didnt ask for our food. Instead, he very nicely asked us if he could have some water so I obliged. This silly mountain, we asked the bontate if there was a path and they said "some how yes" meaning no. The sides were steep and we had to stand at the bottom looking up, guessing which side to climb. it was a two person job, one above and one lower down the mountain, telling eachother which path might be best and each going totally different ways. It was an intense hour of trying to find a footing because if you slipped you would end up back at the bottom. Tippy top, not visable from the bottom, is a crown surrounded by an 8 ft. cliff. Super fun. veryone knows I'm not super athletic but everyone also knows that I want to do things on my own. PCV totally got this and didnt do all the anoying, cheer leading, crap. I did it. On my own. I got to the top. Exhausted and bleeding!!!!! It was totally worth it though. The climb down was just as adventurous because the sideof the mountain was so steep that you could not see more than a few feet. PCV tried to climb most of the time. I slid on my ass. Bled some more when the grass impaled my palms. Bled even more when a rock fell on my foot. Walk home only took a couple hours so we were able to make it back around 2. It is a great feeling to climb a mountain and survive challenges others think I am not or have never been capable of. The reward is always worth the challenge. Now I drive into Hlotse and look up at Qoqolosing. Though I can't say the name, I have conquered it!

Once upon a time...

2010-02-01T00:23:00.000-08:00

I haven’t written in a long time, I know. This blog goes back many moons, all the way to Thanksgiving. it would have more but I got to where it ends and my brain hurt.

A quick note... We had an all volunteer conference in January and it has led me to decide it's time for me to get a real, paying job or go back to school. So, looks like I will be home in Septmber

For Thanksgiving many of us went to Semongkong to stay at the lodge there. The bus ride is miserable. We got on at 9:30, the bus was ready to go around 11, and it was so full some people had to stand. I traded Al when there was only 45 minutes left of the ride so she could sit. The road is not paved for the last couple hours and the bus goes maybe 60 mph so you can imagine how easy it was to stay standing. We arrived and spent that first evening just hanging out. The next day was turkey day. It started out with a hike to the waterfall, totally awesome! Then we set of on another Donkey Pub Crawl. My Donkey, Peter Pan, was not as good as the last one, Tinkerbelle, but still a noble steed. It was fairly uneventful as far as pub crawls go. We headed back to the lodge at about 3 so that we could all shower and get dressed for the huge buffet the lodge had prepared for us. The menu is on the blog photos so I won’t go into detail. Suffice to say that that was the best meal I have had and probably will have in my Peace Corps service. Back home I could cram down 2 or 3 or 4 plates full of food. Our stomachs are not used to so much rich food, let alone so much food, and so I could barely finish the one. Nick was a total hero and made Starbucks coffee for us to drink with our pumpkin pie and ice-cream. Friday was very chill. I went for a walk by myself for a few hours just up and down the river. I sat with my feet in the water and read, wrote in my journal, and just thought. I ended up running into a few people on my way back so hung out with them for a while. Someone suggested a boat race with boats made out of natural/found material. Being easily entertained as we all are, we had a blast. Mine died in the rapids. Al had taken some (very brief) fly fishing lessons and showed Megan, Kevin, and I how. We probably should have had real lessons, not second hand, because I almost killed myself a few times when the fly came straight at my face. It was a great weekend with great food and great company.

I was then supposed to go to Bloom and see “New Moon” with various, un-named volunteers who cancelled on me. So, instead, straight from Semongkong I headed to Quting to visit Erin at her site, Mt. Moorosi. I went to visit and also to see what projects she was working on and how I could help. That week was probably the best one I have had in Lesotho thus far! I arrived Monday morning to find her busy at work at the chief’s office and with youth Club stuff. We went to visit her Youth Center and I was floored. It is a great space and I can’t wait to hear about how she uses it.

Tuesday morning was looking nice and sunny so we put on swim clothes and headed to the river, about an hour hike, with her two dogs. Just after we arrived some clouds started rolling in and it got cold. We decided not to swim so instead climbed out on the sand bar which was a quick-sand bar and I got sunk up to my thigh. The walk back was long and it rained on us then got really sunny and hot so I took a nap and Erin went and played football.
The next day we did some laundry. Her pump is so far that she does her laundry in the creek. I played in the pool above the rock she does laundry on and enjoyed the sun. It was a really quiet, beautiful spot to just chill. We then went into town and had a pitso (public meeting) and went to see her environmental project area.

Thursday I finally got to go see Julie’s site. That was intense though because she lives on top of a mountain which you have to climb straight up to it. Totally gorgeous being up there, looking out over the river valley, feeling on top of the world. I swear I lost 10 lbs from how much we climbed and walked that week.

Friday morning started with a big meeting for the environment project. They want to start a co-op/natural plant/community garden with an arts center. I went to help because they had an environmental consultant and her organization has never done a project like this. It was great getting to use my knowledge and to talk to the consultant about something I am so passionate about. It really confirmed in my mind that I would like to do something like international consulting for env/agric. We then took off for HaMakoa to look at another project. It was a 3 hr bus ride, gravel road, through a river gorge. We didn’t know where to get off the bus, the driver ended up just kicking us off saying “I think this is where.” We had to have a herd boy walk us the rest of the way to the village, we were so not where we were supposed to get off yet. Thabang, Erin’s sangoma (traditional healer) friend saw us so came and met us. As we walked into village a group of children gathered and started singing. It was awkward, been a while since we got a greeting like that. We then entered Thabang’s families’ rondaval. Before I explain the rondaval let me just say that this village is remote! No electricity, no phone service, one latrine for the whole village, no one had a car, no shop. REMOTE! The hut was small with a dung floor that had flooded so was wet and smelled like… well… dung. The only window was blocked by a board and so there was no air circulation. The furniture was a chest, a single bed, and 3 chairs with a small single gas burner against the wall. The nkhono (g-ma), Thabang, and 3 grandchildren lived there plus whatever family was visiting. It was late but we still managed to visit a cave of the ancestors, a healing spring, the fishery project, and we made Thabang walk us all the way to the river. It was a long exhausting day so Erin and Thabang passed out. I couldn’t sleep with out the air circulation and it being so hot and the dung floor being damp and stinky. I really couldn’t sleep when a rat started to crawl in the far corner. Then I knew I would never sleep when the rat ran across the light coming in under the door and around my feet. I don’t know how to explain that I wasn’t uncomfortable or surprised through out the whole thing. It was surprisingly normal, I just couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized how strange of an experience it was had I only just arrived in the country.

We started Saturday off busy with another pitso. We advised them on an eco-tourism project they were wanting and I started to explain that I could get them information on more sustainable farming practices. Overall we were received very well by the women. The men sat behind us, arrived late, and were not attentive. We then headed off for what we were told was a 2 hour “adventure” but ended up taking 4. We should have known! When we got back we could hardly walk or keep our eyes open. There was supposed to be a feast for the ancestors but it was cancelled. Unfortunately a few family members arrived without the memo. They decided to do an impromptu prayer session in the house with dancing and drums. It was intense to watch but we kept falling asleep. Thabang finally asked if we could have another place to stay because we were not going to make it until 3 am, when they planned to stop. We got to stay in the richest house in the village, with a double bed! There was a curtain in the house and we didn’t know what it was for until we had been laying down a few minutes and an old ntate stumbled through it and out the door. We were freaked because he didn’t know two makhooa were sleeping in his house.

Sunday morning was sad. We had had an amazing, once in a lifetime experience and now had to leave. I’m really hoping to make it back in August, before planting begins, and help with the agriculture. We got onto the bus around 7:30 am and both slept the whole way back to village where we crashed and took another nap. We were then “crazy people” and went to the creek to do laundry and also bathe. The bathing was the crazy part to the locals but it felt so nice to get off the travel grime and wet dung floor smell off our bodies.

I headed back home Monday morning, but not alone… Friday morning I met Leslie and instantly fell in love. She was a puppy at the chief’s house who decided to attach herself to me. Her cute little face and fat, wormy belly made me know I had to have her. I was also planning on staying a 3rd year at that time and decided I needed a friend to share the time with. I spent the whole weekend debating whether or not to take her. Monday morning, when she ran to me and I found out she was free it was decided. She slept the whole way on my lap and we got the front seat in all our taxis so I was able to avoid a lot of attention. It took a while to get rid of her worms and her mites (once all her hair fell out) but having her at home makes everything a little easier.

Sometimes ya feel like a nut

2009-10-22T05:43:00.000-07:00

Sometimes ya don't. I just noticed that there is a hole in the crotch of my jeans, grrr...

Alright, its been a long time since I wrote on here. It has been a pretty good couple of weeks/month/whatever.

Spring is finally here! We had a couple weeks of rain one day, blue skies the next, rain, blue rain, blue. This week blue won the battle. The weather has gone along with the fact that one moment I will have a million things to do and another nothing. We had re-connect, where my whole group got back together for a one-year mark training. Crazy how much we have all changed and very crazy being all back in one spot together. Good times. Then had work. Not like usual work. I mean, wow, I actually have work to do. But I'm a Peace Corps volunteer?

The library is at mostly functioning capacity which is awesome and its not just a matter of getting all the little details arranged. I read books from the "Red Ribbon" series to my classes and they were so excited. We read "Head in the Sand" about an Ostrich teenager who has to discover a new danger that is killing his friends. The kids loved it and totally got the emotions and interactions but the mental leap from quicksand to HIV was tough. I also used the library with the GRO club, thinking they would love library time like all the other students are begging me. Because the club is career oriented I decided to read a Dr. Seuss book called "Who are you Sue Snue?" All about what you want to be when you grow up and just being true to yourself. Realized that tho a simple story the random addition of her very long full name was a distraction.

With a bunch of other little (some big) projects started it was a month of meetings and randomness. It takes a lot of mental energy to do one thing for 5 minutes then switch to a totally different thing. It wasn't all work though. One day a baby lamb was born almost literally on my door step. The next day I did my laundry, then sat in my new camp chair watching the bright rainbow on the clothes line flutter in the wind for a few hours.

For the last three days I have been at a workshop for the OneLove/C-Change mentorship program. I took KB, the deputy principal who is also the director of the drama group I'm helping. They split the group into "English" and "Sesotho" groups for some of the sessions. Luckily a few Basotho Bontate stayed with English. That way when we did the "Sexual Hot Spots" session we got a good cross-cultural discussion. Erin and I drank way too much coffee (Ricoffee, not real coffee) so were bouncing all over and talking way too much. The workshop ended a little stressful because we didn't realized the extent of work and the expectations of us until the end. It all came together though and in the last few hours Basotho and Americans were sharing well. Language barriers taken into consideration.

Now back in MSU, had a meeting today with the new CHED APCD/acting CD. Just gave him a quick run down of all the craziness at site and what to expect. Also just talked. It was good, welcome to this crazy country Charles! Sad saying goodbye to some friends while here, leaving ED's and another special person. Intense. PC has aged me (esp my hands and feet) and given me a permanently mushy brain.

Life Skills for them and me

2009-09-13T02:28:00.000-07:00

This week was so wonderful in the classroom. It is so much fun seeing the kids totally comfortable with me and enjoying our classes together. When we are doing the "boring" topics such as communication or goal setting they like to talk and play and not pay attention. Last Friday when I announced we would be starting sex and HIV they all cheered.

Sunday Oscar came down to help me out. I wanted to give the students a chance to ask any questions they might have before beginning the sessions in a more comfortable space. So, Monday, Oscar took the boys and I took the girls and we sat in the field with pens and flip chart paper. I can only personally speak for the girls (especially my wonderful B3's) on how involved and interested they were. According to Os the boys were just as cooperative. Sometimes I wanted to laugh at their questions and ideas but was able to keep it comfortable and be respectful. We were all so involved in the first lesson that none of us noticed that our 40 minutes (not enough time for any lesson) was over and we actually ended up going through the next class and into lunch.

Usually the teacher in the other class will kick you out or tell you to give them their class. It is an unwritten rule, especially since teacher attendance is weak at best, that if a teacher doesn't come and kick you out and you are not finished with your lesson you can take it. Well... turns out that the class after mine is the teacher who is not my biggest fan. Also turns out that he went into the class the next day and told them how horrible they are and how he is never coming back to that room blah, blah, blah. Now I face a dilemma. The students are all wanting to take the blame and are saying it is their fault and will not let me convince them otherwise. Do I be the bigger person and apologize even though he wont listen and it wont do any good (probably will just inflate his ego even more) or do I let it stand and stick with the schools unwritten protocol on conduct in this situation? This week I am going to man up and go apologize... but I'm not gonna like it!

killer cows vs. killer teachers

2009-09-04T23:49:00.001-07:00

Getting back from Swazi and vaca was exhausting. I had so much work to do and so much to think about that I still don't feel totally settled back home. My thoughts of staying a third year keep changing day by day and I am never sure anymore. When you have a week where you get run-down by a cow, have minor successes at work, then your teachers threaten to lynch visitors... what do you do?

On Wednesday of last week everything had been going holokile, no matata. On my way home from lunch though I faced a decision that ruined my week and my legs. I was standing about 5 ft away from a cow and his giant chain that were crossing my path. There was no way around and I knew that stepping over the chain that was a foot above the ground was a bad idea. Ntate cow got a mind of his own and decided to go CRAZY and ran a circle around me, catching my shins just below my knee with his chain. I literally flew through the air and landed a few feet from where I was standing. The bo'Me at the shop were laughing and screaming simultaneously so I jumped up to pretend I was fine. Got to school and my legs didn't look so bad so i figured I was lucky. Next day I woke up to black and blue legs, a gash where the chain caught me, and my entire body from the waist down was sore. It took until today for me to be able to walk with no pain but I still have delicious yellow and blue bruises that look awesome on my pasty, pasty skin.

Small successes were there and make each day a little more bearable at work. The library is coming around awesome and it is great to see the kids' faces when I let them borrow books for helping me. Ntate Phoole is being surprisingly cooperative and really making things go at a decent pace. Hopefully we can have it totally open and running in a month (if we can find a librarian). Only thing that really I am not sure whether it is good or bad is that there was a super secret interview session for a new farm manager that the Principal neglected to tell me or the current farm manager about.

Then came this last Thursday. For the library it is necessary to have a workshop for all the teachers that is put on by two PC representatives for the organization who organizes the books. My teachers were in fine form. They started off by flat out refusing to move their chairs and by the end the disrespect had escalated to people just walking out as loudly as possible and sleeping! I was shocked that the people I spend everyday with could treat visitors and also my friends in such a manor. The things they were doing were not acceptable in any culture and made me wonder "What is it that really needs to be accomplished here?" . The next day at staff meeting I expressed my displeasure and asked them to next time have more respect not just for our visitors, no matter who they are, but also more respect for themselves and the school. I sincerely hope that it will change.

But then, after those bad days, I go home. I sit in front of my house in the hot sun reading a book. I play a little with Nkoebe. Make some tempura green-beans and hot cocoa. And head over to the families house where I sit in the bedroom with the whole family because Nkhono cant get out of bed and Hlapa is in there with the flu. We talk, joke, play, laugh, share stories, Nkhono sings and prays (a lot). It is peaceful and beautiful. We then move to the living room for tea and Rhythm City. it's at those times of total calm and happiness that I really can reflect on more than just the work I do and the people who make life here a total challenge. There are also those moments that i would never, ever trade for anything in the world.

How can I really get it across what goes on in my head each day? I can't. You only know if you have lived it. How can some people be so open to making a change in their lives and others can't see past tomorrow? How do you stay sane when some people want you to fail? Really... I'd rather take the killer cow. At least next time I can throw a rock at him.

HWFFH- Swaziland

2009-08-23T23:47:00.000-07:00

I thought the last post was getting too long so I decided to break our trip into two parts. Here begins the true adventure on my side- escape from Lesotho. I have not had a vacation and have been in Lesotho since January so this part of the trip was way cooler for me. Swaziland was the perfect cure for some Lesotho sized cabin fever.

Monday was the start. We headed out at 9 and gave my host 'Me a lift to Ficks. The tone of our travels was set early on with us really not sure what road we were on or what direction we were headed. Our journey to Swazi took us from 9 to 6:30 and involved a couple wrong turns, no McDonald's, a cool roadside shop, long dirt roads, pot holes, and near misses with cows. We did arrive safe and in time for a yummy chicken stew dinner at the Backpackers. Unfortunately it was just getting dark so we weren't able to see much on the way in. We stayed 5 nights at Sondzela Backpackers on the Milwane Wildlife Reserve. Totally chill and totally gorgeous. Jo went to bed because she had been driving all day but me and E, try as we might, could not sleep so went down and hung out with Australian, Brazilian, English guys and two English girls.

Next morn we were starving so went to town to buy some food to sustain us through the trip. Once back at the BP we decided to go for a hike on the Hippo Trail (2.5 hrs according to map). Starting hiking around 11 in Africa is not the best idea.... it got pretty hot by 2 when we finished. The actual hike on the trail only took us maybe 1.45 hours but we did get lost before even starting then had to hike up and down the side of a mountain looking for the trail. It was a fun hike with just enough hills to keep it a challenge. Looked for Hippos in the Hippo pond next to the main camp but there were none so we headed back to the BP to relax. Had dinner there, took quick and adventurous showers (Jo and E get it) then went to main camp for some traditional Swazi dancing. On the shuttle bus back to the BP we met a cool Brit who had just got there with his two friends. Those three were the male equivalents off us so were our drinking buddies for the rest of the trip.

Wednesday we went on a SAFARI! The previous day we booked with Mkhaya Park and left at 7:30 to make it across the country by 10. I got kicked out of navigator because I was too chill about the directions. My crazy African ways of "we will see what happens" didn't fly with two American friends. We did get there though, and an hour early. the first ride was from 10:30 to 1 and we were able to see rhinos, zebras, giraffes, hippos, and a bunch of the deer like animals. There was a water buffalo behind a tree that I barely glimpsed but hey, it was there. The rhinos were what we saw first and our guide had us get out of the truck which was already maybe 50 yards from them and walk up until we were only maybe 20 yards away! Lunch was included so that was from 1 to 2. All the other people in our group were staying the night so had a later second trip. This meant that Jo, E, and I were alone from 2 to 4 on a private safari. We saw Elephants and more of the same we saw earlier. We were all exhausted but not in a bed mood so watched the guys play extreme pool and ping pong which meant that the three of them and the local bar tender got onto each others shoulders to shoot.

Thursday was shopping day so we went to Swazi candles and craft center then into town to go to a market. We had gone to the market for a few minutes on Tuesday and Erica had to explain the rules of bargaining so that by the end of the day on Thursday I was a semi-pro and got some totally sweet deals. Headed back to the BP, again, and we thought the guys were leaving but they were still there. We all headed to a local bar that I was told was cool all the time but no one was there and the cool part was closed until September. Citi-sport safari with 6 people in a tiny car, two of whom are over 6 ft!!!!!

Friday, last day in Swazi, we wanted to find the mineral hot springs the guys had found the day before. found them... not hot and the warning signs of crocs deterred us from getting in. We headed out to Swazi glass down by the border and did a little more shopping. We were lucky this day. On our safari we saw the hippos from really far away (Thanks mom and dad for the binocs!) and I was disappointed because we had not seen them up close at Milwane. As we were looking for a spot to swim a group of 5 year old school children came running up to the hippo pond (note: we were not going to swim in hippo pond but at the pool) as we were looking at it. We wanted to avoid the mass of children so started walking away but a ranger who had been there everyday and knew our disappointment stopped us and told us "STOP, I call hippos, they come!" So we stood there, in the middle of 30 kids ooh-ing and aw-ing at the hippos 30 ft from us. Got to bed early for the long ride the next day.

Saturday was the last leg of our journey: a drive from Swazi to Jo'Berg. It was trying. We were all tired and it had been a long two weeks. With no clearly marked roads and a map with giant Budget Car signs stamped all over it it was a long trip from 7:30 to 3. We did finally find me McDonald's and we had it for lunch and dinner. Not as good as I was expecting after a year of not having it. Spent the evening with a cool girl from Texas watching 70's music videos on VH1, PS I Love You, and Taladega Nights.

Then yesterday we had a lazy morning watching something on TV until 11 when we had to drive me to the airport. Jo and E walked me in, helped me get my boarding pass, and walked me to security. At security I was going to start to cry so I hugged them that ran through the gate. This began one more year of only PCV's and Expats. got to the training Center and PC had overbooked so almost didn't have a bed and didn't have a chance to let my brain relax after a stressful but very fun two weeks. I was exhausted but being around 30 other people makes it hard to just have a break. Today I finally get to go home and just plop, hopefully not think about Jo and E being gone and not seeing them for another year.

Holiday With Peope From Home- Lesotho

2009-08-23T23:18:00.000-07:00

Yesterday me and my two very good friends, Jolene and Erica, went in different directions at the airport. Them for America and me back to Lesotho after a two week visit. it was so much fun getting to see them and remember some of the person I was but it was also hard seeing how much I have changed. We had a very chill week in Lesotho so that they could get an idea of life here then we headed to Swaziland (for those who don't know- it's a country) for a real vacation.

Day one started off rough for me. I came into Maseru on Monday to get all my ducks in a row for Jo and E's arrival. I managed to organize transport to the Airport through the local hotel for R70. I arrived Tuesday morning at 9:30 as instructed and the 'Me told me the typical "he is coming" in regards to my ride. At 9:45 and 10 i was told the same thing. My friends flight was coming in at 10:45.... At 10:15 I finally told the "me to call the driver. Turns out he was already at the airport and had forgotten me! I ran back to the PC office where I had just missed a car going to the airport. had I known about that car none of the stress would have been necessary. Instead i go into one of the women who works here's office and started crying so her and another woman frantically looked through their files saying "we will get you there, you will see!". I had to take a private taxi for a pricey R100 and the plane flew over head when we were about half way to our destination. Luckily all the screening took a while so I was able to be waiting outside the gate when they came out. We hugged, laughed, Jo gave me the long awaited peanut butter balls, and we departed in our rental car.

Of course, nothing can be easy here. Jo's luggage did not arrive on the flight so I got permission for Jo and E to stay at the training center with all the PCV's. It was fun for them to see how we all interact and spend our "transit" time. the luggage did arrive on time the following day and we left for Leribe, my home. On the way we stopped at the weavers in TY and looked at their things. Once in Hlotse we dropped our stuff off at my house then headed to school. I just checked in and then we were off to town for grocery shopping. We had a nice walk and as soon as we got home I made us some curry for dinner. The next day was pretty chill, we just went to school and they got to see me in action in class. That night Trish came over for lentil burgers and a hang session. Friday was more school in the morning and then I talked Jo and E into going to Ficks for a nice lunch at the Bottling Company. With delicious food and a couple beers in our bellies we headed back to my place. We finished the day by playing with my neighbor babies whom Jo and E became very attached to.

The weekend was very eventful and consisted of one very good day and one very bad day. Saturday morning, early, we went to town and purchased the makings for a traditional Basotho meal. My family was to help us prepare it. We started cooking at 11 i think and with Mpoetsi's help were able to make a delicious meal of papa, moroho (cabbage), mokopu (squash), and chicken. It was awesome and the family totally loved it. Jo got to bond with Kali because he wants to be a civil engineer and Mpoetsi loved Erica. Sunday I thought we would take a ride to Katse Dam. Not one of my better ideas I guess. I figured if a taxi could make it over the pass then so could we. At the top we had to stop and take a chill break because climbing straight up to 3500 meters is scary. The other side of the pass is down, not quite as bad as the up, but it was decided when we were not too far from Katse that enough was enough and it was best to just turn around. We made it back up and over in one piece but nerves were rattled so I suggested pizza and beer at the hotel instead of climbing my mountain on foot. This was agreed to and we ordered our pizza at 1:30. At 2:30 they asked if we still wanted the pizza, then again at 3, at 3:30 they asked us what kind of pizza we had ordered, and at 4 Jolene asked if our pizza was ready. no, it wasn't but they brought it too us anyways. What can I say? They had a relatively easy week and needed one typical day in Lesotho. We ended our last day by again playing with all the babies then made more no-bake cookies and had a silly night.

From down to UP UP UP

2009-08-05T23:35:00.000-07:00

Yes; that week of the workshop was hell, torture, and pure suffering. But after monday of last week, which is outlined in the previous blog, it all got better and made me remember why I am thinking of extending a 3rd year.

Because me and Marco were not communicating well on Monday we made an appointment for Tuesday. We spent the whole morning mapping out a plan for what to plant where and also how to fix the greenhouses. We really had a good session where we discussed our expectations of each other. He has so much potential to really be good at his job. Wednesday was day one of initiation of plan. We got to work at 10 and went straight to the GH and weeded the floor so that it is bare dirt. Okay, I weeded and Marco watched. Still, it was so much fun getting to play in the dirt again. After finishing the floor we moved on to dismantling the planting benches. As a girl it was discussed whether or not I was strong enough to bend wire. In the end I won and ended up having to show them how to take apart the benches so that it was still possible to put them back together. Thursday I went to work expecting More of the same. Instead they had a thrasher in front of the school and were moving bags of corn to it to remove the kernels from the cobs. This day I remembered my gorgeous hot pink work gloves so busted them out and started hauling the 50 kg bags. I thought my principal was going to have a heart attack! He had just got done telling me that I should have hired people to do the work in the GH and here I was hauling corn!!!! O man. Marco talked me up so much to the other guys that they ended up letting me change out the bags being filled with kernels. I had to take open the shafts, yank down the 50 kg bag, and throw up another sack before running the filled bag to a giant pile with the help of a student. We ended up hauling 38 bags! After lunch we finished tearing up the GH and got a few wires put back into place. And finally Friday morning we finished getting the benches back to beautiful.

The weekend was uneventful. Tuesday saw me in Maseru to welcome the trainees as real volunteers!!! Welcome CHED 2009. Their swearing in was a blast and it was great getting to party with them before they all disembark on their individual adventures. Can't wait to see how they change in a few months. hehehe.....

new leads on huge new projects- maybe a third year wouldnt be so crazy???

Mental Photos- July 27th

2009-08-04T23:25:00.001-07:00

Sometimes it would be nice if there was someone following you around with a camera to catch those special moments in life.

Today I spent the whole morning at school waiting for Ntate Phoole to have time for a meeting with me. Most of the staff was there to collect pay stubs so I was lucky in that I was not bored. Also, I had a talk with Marco about the farm which wasn't pleasant so I wont go into details. At 1pm I got tired of waiting and had Ntate Class help me FINALLY, after 6 months of waiting, take my carpet to my house.

Washing a 7 ft x 5 ft chunk of carpet by hand and bucket was an experience and a sight. Especially with three 1-year old boys wanting to help. I had to walk bucket after bucket the 30 ft from my tap to where I was washing the carpet. Each trip I had to herd the three amigos with me or else they jumped onto the carpet with six grassy, muddy feet and imitated my scrubbing motion. After each bucket of water I had to scrub in the half box of surf, the other half had been dumped into the grass by the boys, with my feet while pushing the babies off with a broom. This turned out to be a game for them and every time I pushed one they all erupted into squeals. For the last couple buckets I recruited them to help and they each held onto the bucket handle and drug it to the tap for me. Mental photo- me holing one tiny hand leading 3 smiling, beautiful, very obnoxious boys dragging a bucket that is just as tall as they are.

It was a totally simple day (except the washing process) but it was one of those days, MAGIC. Writing it down does not capture the perfect afternoon lighting, my grungy washing clothes, the bo-M'e laughing at the whole thing while braiding each others hair. It was just a combination of a million perfect moments.

Successes and Failures are One and the Same

2009-07-24T02:43:00.000-07:00

This week I had my first big Peace Corps challenge. I planned, organized, and ran a workshop all on my own. The workshop used two facilitators from the Men as Partners program to do a workshop for secondary teachers in my area.

I got the idea after watching the teachers at my school over the course of the last year. I have notices that, especially at school, it is hard for males and females to interact on a respectful and equal level. This is most obvious in the numerous sexual relationships between teachers and students. In America we would consider a lot of the interactions as sexual harassment. I wanted a workshop that helped teachers think about their roles in relationships; intimate, professional, and mentor.

The Men as Partners curriculum is perfect for this. It used a very open forum which encourages participants to talk through the ideas in order to come to their own conclusions. It addresses topics such as gender, sexuality, gender roles, stigma, and sexual harassment.

For the last two months I have been planning, budgeting, and going to the local schools one or two times a week to recruit participants. The last two weeks were especially busy purchasing everything and finalizing all the details. I had 20 teachers from 3 schools including the one I work at needing tea, biscuits, notebooks, pens, and lunch provided. I got really freaked the weekend before because the local facilitator went MIA. The day before my workshop I had to call and ask the MAP coordinator to find me another facilitator in case mine never showed. All in all, lots of planning and prep went into my first big event.

First day started off slow. Really slow. A total of 4 people showed up and we got started around 11:30 instead of 9. The facilitators decided that they would cover the basic concepts. This would enable those who came to act as sort of co-facilitators the next day. I felt like day 1 was a total flop. Later that day Marco, the farm manager at my school who also attended the workshop, came to my house for a visit. He told me he was going right home to discuss what he had learned with his wife; the roles they play in their relationship and how they are partners. He also told me that the two teachers already got a great deal out of the workshop and could not wait to get to school to use the ideas and present them to their students.

Day two went much the same as day one. I had about 15 people promise me, once again, that they would be there for sure on Thursday. By 9:30 only one person had showed, by 10 another, then at 11 the other two. All four were the participants from the previous day. At this time the deputy principal and a teacher who came to have a meeting with him decided to join as well, making our total for day two six, including a female participant at last. Again, they got started around 11:30. When I went back in to deliver lunch I discovered that the numbers had increased by two. Another teacher and the principal of my school had joined. This brought finishing numbers up to 8 which made me feel a little better.

At first all I thought of was MY workshop. Until the end of the first day it was how “many people will come to MY first workshop?”, “where will I buy the lunch for MY workshop?” It wasn’t until the conversation with Marco on day one, when I was saying how upset I was that no one came, that I realized the truth. Marco told me “Katleho, it’s not about you.” He is right. Had THEIR workshop ended after day one it was anything but a failure. Who cares that I was freaking out about how many people were going to and did show? Does it matter that I had high expectations? No one and no it doesn’t. Four people walked away just after that first day with a seed planted into their heads and plans to spread it. This is infinitely more important than MY workshop having 20 people and running perfect. Really, my part was small and insignificant. It was the facilitators and the participants who did all the work and make THEIR workshop a success.

mid-service medical

2009-07-09T04:46:00.000-07:00

OOOOO scary! Half way through service we have to have a check up to make sure we aren't falling apart. Good news, I'm not and its a super easy check up. Bad news was that the filling on one tooth didn't hold up. About six months ago I was eating phoone (toasted corn, similar to corn nuts) when I cracked and chipped a filling. At midservice we have to do dental so I have just been holding out. Everyone has said how quick and easy both medical and dental are. Guess no one else had to get a filling replaced.

I was already a little skeptical about getting a filling in Africa. Most people think a shack with no tools, etc. It was actually a really nice office, dentist chair, all equipment, and an assistant. First thing I told the dentist was that I need a filing fixed. I have only ever had one dentist in my life, since I was born, and thought that all dentists would be pretty much the same. Nope. To fix my filling Ntate said he would have to give me Novocaine and drill the old one out. He stuck the needle into my gums and moved it in a circular motion as he injected the drugs, PAIN! He then cleaned my teeth while the Novocaine kicked in. Once it did, boy did it kick. He injected enough Novocaine to tranquilize a baby elephant. My entire lower face and tongue went numb!!! He kept telling me to open my mouth and I thought it was open and he had to tie my tongue down because I had no feeling in it. It then took him an hour to drill and fill and ten (yes, I counted) attempts to get my bite level. Done with the filling, he finished cleaning my teeth and flossed. He got a chunk of floss stuck between two of my teeth and it hurt, the upper half of my mouth was obviously not as numb. He tried to pick it out and finally yanked it out with another piece of floss. DONE! I left, not talking much the whole walk back to the office because I was drooling all over and couldn't use my tongue.

Back at the office I decided to go to lunch with Lorriane. I wasn't going to eat, just have some coffee. I had her crying, she was laughing so hard, because I sounded handicapped and absolutely ridiculous talking. The waitress had to have what I was saying translated by Lo when I ordered. I then had to bend over and slurp my coffee out of the cup because I had already dropped water down the front of me at the dentists office trying to rinse. Eventually my mouth started to function and I have since returned to the office, sounding normal, and am able to interact with other people without killing them with laughter.

Whats in your lentil burgers?

2009-07-07T02:31:00.000-07:00

This has been a crazy busy last few weeks which is quite a change from the norm.

I had training with the new volunteers, teaching them about gardening, am planning a workshop for the end of July, party party party's, and have a had a bunch of visitors.

For a few days two of the new volunteers that came in on June 5th visited my site. After a totally awesome Saturday of getting to know each other, we had a totally chill Sunday. I made us some chicken noodle soup and just hung out at my house. We stopped by my families house to say hi and ended up having to stay and watch a totally creepy Cinderella movie and eat some nama and samp. My 'Me finally got to take off her mourning clothes so they were having a feast. Monday we went around town so that I could do some stuff for my workshop then we shopped all day in town. That night we made lentil burgers that were awesome!!! They didn't stay in a patty shape but me and the girls had a blast making them. Tuesday we got an almost early start (it was so cold we didn't get out of the house before 10 each day) and headed up Sebotoane Mountain. It has been a full year at site and I finally got up there. At the top me and the girls enjoyed a great view of all of Hlotse. At Joy to the World church there was band practice and we could hear the whole thing. Sitting on top of my mountain, listening to music, and talking about the whole Peace Corps experience was great. There were some fun little ponds we explored. Heading down we decided to explore a cave and take a backwards route. Ended up having to climb down a cliff face that was once a latrine so we were all sliding down the mountain in a puddle of shit, literally. That night went to the hotel and had dinner and some beers with Trish, her sister, and some friends. Wednesday morning they headed home. It was great having them at my house and introducing them to my friends and family. I am so proud to be part of my community, its great getting to share it and show the new volunteers what relationships they will have built in a year.

After 4 days of newbies I then began two full weeks of visitors from Wales. A teacher and three students from Molapo's sister school are visiting to see their past projects and to do a new one. We decided on a paint project in a few of the class rooms with the potential of getting murals onto the walls. After 4 days, two hours per day, spent trying to purchase supplies and get things organized I think they really got a feel for what development is like in Lesotho. We did make progress and the class rooms look great. They were able to see a lot of the area and even had a tour into the village with some students. I had to leave them on their own for this last week there. Hopefully nothing too "Lesotho" happens to scare them away.

Now I'm in Maseru to do training again with the new volunteers on the environmental stuff. It should be fun, they are a great new group and ask a lot of really good questions.

Fun story of the day... Sunday was the coldest day I have spent in Lesotho I think. Not only do I have a killer head cold but I am also low on electricity so could not have a heater. What to do on a super cold day??? PERFECT LENTIL BURGERS! I played with my mix, adding some hot chilli's my mom sent from the states, a bunch of paprika, and yes, people who know me from home, I intentionally added onion and carrot! Threw in some shaved cheese to make it sticky, dunked the patties in flour this time and wham blam... DELICIOUS! They turned out so good!!! So I spent a couple hours making the burgers, 30 mins eating them, and climbed into bed at 7 for a good, long, healing sleep. Dreams of future lentil burger recipes floating in my head.

One Year

2009-06-11T00:57:00.000-07:00

The one year mark has officially come and gone. One year ago, my Birthday, June 6th, we arrived here in Lesotho. Looking back over my blogs I realize I have left out much of the "Africa" from my African Adventure. It is hard when you live here and are immersed in the life everyday to sit and really reflect on the smaller things that make living away from home scary and magical at the same time.

I was planning on sitting here, in the office, and working on my reporting that Peace Corps requires. I have been racking my brain to think of what I have done and can claim as work for the last year. When not actually listing what I have done, I feel like I have accomplished nothing in my time here and one more year does not seem like enough to do all that I wanted to do. But then I take another look at the last year of my life and realize that, really, every day I have accomplished some part of the Peace Corps goals. I may not be saving the world, I may not have had success in my projects, but I talked and listened and shared with everyone I took the time to greet. What I have learned from my failures and the tools I gave those I worked with even if our project failed are more valuable than if our farm had produced more than corn and a hand full of beans. The friends I made at the Ballroom dance club got more from learning better communication and body language than from having perfect steps when Waltzing.

Here is a list of what, after one year, Lesotho is to me. Hopefully it conveys some of the strange magic that makes this "the worst and the best" time of my life.

Lesotho is...
30 people in a 15 person taxi
a greeting from a stranger
children following you just to see what you do
adults following you just to see what you do
A friend sharing a sparkle on a taxi
Waiting on the side of the road with 4 bags for a hitch that might never come
a clear day where you can see every detail on the mountains
"ke kopa lipompong" candy please
"ke kopa chelete" money please
A baby sheep, not 5 minutes old
carrying a baby on your back
wearing a blanket and having people laugh
Friends rolling their eyes and saying "o ausi" because you did something too American
sun bathing on Christmas
Bo-ntate and their "I Love you"s
watching a student make a discovery
talking to people about HIV/AIDS
people walking up to you on the street and asking you about HIV/AIDS
Learning the Cha Cha... in Africa?
holding a friends hand while talking
people always touching you
Not seeing another white person in 3 weeks
Sitting around a heater enjoying being a part of a family
Crying with your family
Learning more from people than you could ever teach them
peeing in a bucket in front of friends
...Magic

Garfield the Cat

2009-06-09T01:15:00.000-07:00

Trish pointed out to me that my and Snarky's relationship closely resembles that of John and Garfield.

So, my cat has more personality than most toddlers. He has decided that he is unable to eat food unless (a) It is human food I have cooked and prepared or (b) I sit next to his bowl while he is eating. if one of these two conditions is not met then he sits next to me, usually while I am cooking or working at my table, and cries- very loudly- until I acknowledge his presence.

He has also recently decided he loves butter. There must be a thokolosi helping him. Somehow the butter gets off of my food shelves, out from under the potatoes I have on top of it to preventthis very thing, onto the floor, and opened. TWICE! Snarky has consumed two entire tubs of butter.

Recently his appetite has been low and I noticed he has funny poo- WORMS!!! My friend who is a vetrinarian was finally around so I got some de-wormer and vitamin shots for Snarky. She gave me a super discount so it was only R20. I was headed for Butha-Buthe, I had been away from site for a week in Maseru, and Snarky was angry because I was not home. Hence, he decided to be really dificult. I took him, the two shots, the oral med, and a towel outside and waited until Snarky got close to the house. Grabbed him, wrapped him. I realized giving two shots into Snarky's ass was going to be difficult by myself. Ntate Peter was across the donga with two other bo-ntate and they were laughing at me. I decided that Peter is a farmer and so could help me give and animal a shot. I yelled "Ntate!!! ke kopa tusa, e tata!" Ntate, please help, this is difficult. He shot me an "aw hells no" look and said "kea Tsaba ausi, kea tsaba!" I'm scared! Of a cat? "Ntate, ka nete? ke katse." Ntate, really, its just a cat. Ntate's friends start laughing at him so he comes ovr and picks Snarky up in one hand. Nope, Ntate, please give the shot, I will hold the cat. the vitamin shots needed to be into muscle, not just under skin. Ntate didn't even get it under the skin. He squirted vitamin E all over me, himself,and my cat. I finally gave up and sat on Snarky and shoved the last shot into his ass.

Next day... Snarky's litter box was nasty after me being gone for two weeks so i washed and bleached it. I leaned it against the wall to dry and left the window open for Snarky to get out and do his buisness. Snarky decided it was too cold out and so pushed the box so it was flat on the floor, in his corner! and pooped all over in it.

'Me Mankoebe says all she hears is "SNARKY!" then his screaching "Meooooooow"... echos from my childhood ..... "Garfieeeeeeelllllllllllldddddddddddddddddddd!"

good days and cold nights

2009-06-02T00:15:00.000-07:00

So, my last blog was kind of a downer I guess. Sorry. I meant it to be more funny, I dunno, just playing off our many physical adventures in Lesotho.

Life is good though, not just work.

The days have been absolutely gorgeous. There has not been rain for a while so it is a little dusty and the wind has a bit of a bite to it. Other than that I have found it possible to wear t-shirts or long sleeved T's during the day. My house does sit in the shadow of a mountain so I don't see sun until 9:30, so everything is covered in frost up until that point. Nights have been the polar opposite, and by "polar" I mean North Pole. We thought it was cold when we flew into Lesotho last June. This winter has been much colder. At nights I wear long underwear, flannel pants, 3 pairs of socks, a tanktop, long sleeves, and a sweatshirt, then have a comforter, two blankets, and my sleeping bag. Still cold. Bathing is not possible at night or in the mornings so I do the "essentials" at around 3, when I get home from school. It starts to get cold around 4:30 PM so I head over to the families house for tea and to watch some TV. They just got a DVD player so we watched a lot of movies last week. 'Me was so funny during Titanic! She kept telling Rose to "tsamaea" which means "go" when she was going to jump off the ship, she was very frustrated. Then 'Me laid down and told us only to wake her when the ship goes like this.. and she made a cracking in half motion with her hands. A couple nights later we were watching Oprah about Rhianna and Chris Brown. 'Me's English is not good so she wasn't understanding. This one girl on the show said "I just don't understand" and all of the sudden, in a funky, totally hilarious voice, 'Me goes "I just don't understand". OK, doesn't sound that funny, but me and all the kids were dying we were laughing so hard. Sitting around their little heater, eating phoone and drinking tea, watching the TV, makes it a lot easier to go back to my refrigerator house for the rest of the night.

Physical Manifestations of Home-Sickness

2009-05-12T03:53:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to go into detail about the many bowel related issues all Peace Corps volunteers face. All I'm going to say is that for the past week and a half I have been suffering from the opposite of the general issue. Pain, suffering, physical illness... all in large part, I believe, to the "stress" of being at the one year mark of my service. Many volunteers are feeling the strain at this time, my current strain is residing in my pulled neck and leg muscles. Home-sickness here is different than the "I wanna go home"s suffered at summer camp, or the "I want my Mommy"s after a bad day at school. Here it is a weight you carry around constantly, a knot in your stomach, and a total lack of motivation on some occasions. It's hard to describe just what the sufferers of what I am choosing to call PCVHS feel.

Cinco de Mayo feast:

But, here we are. In about a month we will be at exactly our one year mark. Time has moved so fast that it doesn't seem like there will be enough time to finish everything. Just one more year, ka nete? The first year with regards to work moved at a glacial pace. Now I am actually facing the possibility of not having enough time!!!!

I am currently, as aforementioned (thats for you Trish), teaching two classes, B3 and B4. B3's have riveting conversations and get so into the subject matter that you can actually see them taking my prompts and using each other as the main teaching tool. B4's are trouble and still only seek to be abusive to each other. The B3's just finished their Gender sessions, B4 is still trying to get through them, and have started on goals and future planning. They have actually listened (B4) to everything in such a way that they were able to see, realistically, what they need to do and what they can accomplish. We did an exercise that I simplified from MAP called "Gender Box". The kids identified how girls and boys think the other sex should act. We then had a three day discussion using the phrase "I feel---- because----". The conversations roamed over many topics, everyone listened to each other, and even sensitive topics like rape and abortion were approached and discussed condusively. We also did a typical PC exercise called a bridge model where they have to build a bridge of skills and knowledge over the challenges they will face in their lives. B4's took everything we had been discussing from day one and build a rock star bridge. B4's, you are my heroes!

I finished my first project proposal last week as well. Trish helped me a lot on the wording (probably obvious from m blog me and words don't get along). It turned out to be really awesome and I think me and the GRO Foundation can really run far with it. It is a four part project but we are focussing on only two parts right now. Part one is a post-secondary resource book to help students know what to do after high school. Part two are career fairs and workshops for girls to give them the information in a more fun format. So many kids here are smart and graduate with what is considered good grades here but they don't know where to go or what to do. Hopefully this project will allow them access to the information that will empower them to plan for the future and be successful.

The Library is gorgeous. Ntate Phoole put up a new coat of paint and fixed the floor. We have old shelves put in but I am making plans for fixed shelves on the walls also. It's going to be SO much work but the committee is really dedicated to this project and its success. Its good to know that, for sure, at least one of my projects will be sustainable. I Can't wait until the books come. The few books we have at the school now are Voltaire, Jane Austen, Niche, and other classics that most high schoolers in America stay away from. My two Gilmore Girl books have already been lent out, even though the library isn't running . The best part is seeing the kids who are helping me clean or move shelves DISCOVER the books. They get so distracted by all the options and all the stories that they aren't much of a help to me, but thats fine, it gives me energy to see what an impact just looking at books has on my students.

A fun story- Saturday was going to be cultural day at St. Michael's school. Friday I borrowed an adorable seshoeshoe that belongs to my older host-sister and last Sunday my friend Malekhula braided my hair in con rows. Saturday morning I got up, not feeling well but still looking forward to a super fun day. The kids have been practicing for weeks and this cultural day was going to include drama and choir competitions in addition to the dance. I got to school at 8:30 because I was told to be there at 8, no one else showed till 9, we got on the bus at 9:45. The end of our half hour drive resulted in us sitting at St. Michael's for an hour, surrounded by a sports day instead f said cultural day. Turns out no one let Molapo know that Cultural day had been postponed until the 29th. So, we drove all the way back to school. The kids were so disappointed that M'e Noko decided to let them have a party and their own cultural day at the school. Hopefully some good came from this though; the kids will now be able o practice and perfect for the next two weeks!

Easter and Diversity

2009-04-21T02:17:00.001-07:00

As my last post said, I spent Easter in Maseru then headed to Mokhotlong for the Diversity Camp.

Easter in Maseru was totally chill and yummy. Woke up Sunday morning to find a chocolate Easter candy on my door that Merrill the Bunny had left for me. Maya made a super-star dinner and we all just relaxed. On Monday people started getting back into town and by Tuesday it was packed with all of us exchanging stories and enjoying seeing people we hadn't seen in a while. I spent the day just hanging out with people and catching up on all the PCV gossip.

Wednesday morning started bright and early because me and Rachel had to be on the bus for Mokhotlong by 6:30. Then began a ride that seemed much longer than the one to Qacha. Maybe it was that they crammed every possible space with a body, maybe it was climbing up to 3000 meters, straight up. Finally we did arrive in the camp town at about 3:30 with one stop at Oxbow and an hour and a half lay-over in Butha-Buthe. The guy next to me was sloppy drunk and very friendly by the time we reached town but at least did not puke or pass out on top of me. Me and Rachel just crashed at the RVRC for the night and watched movies. Their VRC is totally pimp with a computer, Internet, and a couch so it was a comfy night.

The next day we met up with Violeta and started to prepare for the Diversity Camp. Most everything was prepared and we spent a lot of time just supervising to make sure things went smoothly. The facilitators were from the Crossroads Youth Group in Maseru and they did an amazing job. The kids had fun, participated, and contributed a lot of ideas. The sessions were all held in Sesotho which made it hard for us to participate or sit through but made the kids get a lot more out of the whole experience. It was at the camp that I met vegan, atheist, and scientologist Basotho for the first time and realized for myself that Lesotho is much more diverse than even I thought.

My favorite part was probable when some of the students, all high school form B or C, started a debate, on their own, about whether children should be baptised or not. Not only were they using proper debating skills and thinking through their arguments but they were also speaking entirely in English. Even after us three Americans left the group, they spoke English the entire time.

This was the best group of kids I have seen since being here, I wish my classes at school participated half as much or spoke English with such self assurance. Their participation which was definitely encouraged by the Sesotho helped them all the see the differences in each other as well as in the country as a whole. It was sad to leave beautiful Mokhotlong and its awesome kids on Sunday but it was also great to be home, see my family, and give Snarky a hug. Its a different world up there and I cant wait to go visit Rachel and see her village.

Spontaneous Blogging

2009-04-11T05:10:00.000-07:00

So, usually I have a general idea of what to write about and I have my journal next to me for notes but today I am just sitting here, uploading photos onto Picasa, and decided that I should do something slightly productive. March was an UBER tough month... as follows...

As of being an Agriculture-focused volunteer... that is no longer applicable. Working on the farm at school has lost all potential of being productive so I have started to apply myself at school in a much more rewarding way. I am now the proud Life-Skills teacher of B3 and B4 as well as the teacher of the teachers to teach life skills. I have written them a manual, and giving workshops to all the teachers, and answering questions as needed in addition to my four hours a week spent in the classroom. I'm super stoked for our ALP books to come because that will give me a lot of work to do... though, again, getting to principal to do things in a semi-reasonable time frame is next to impossible. The farm hand also broke my poor calf Daisy's leg and Marco says its fine but they took the cast off too soon because they put it on wrong and now her leg wobbles like its made of Jello.

Family life has been strange after Ntate Khoanyane's death. The funeral was intense and interesting and also a very personal experience. The week after the funeral was awful, in a word. Cross-Cultural exchange was more like yelling at Katleho (me) for participating in cultural activities/rituals that some (95% of people polled were alright with it and only 5% objected) because they didn't understand why anyone in another culture would participate in someone else's culture. The family were the ones who wanted and understood me participating the most, they were the ones who invited me to participate, but a couple teachers decided to attack me verbally and made me cry Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I would like to put in that I am not a cry baby but a great deal of stress and people who were supposed to be my friends yelling at me is a good reason to break down. After that week the problem was resolved in typical fashion here... we pretended nothing happened. Marosa, my bo-Ausi, and 'Me have all been getting better every day but life at home just feels different.

Finally got up to BB to finish the map with Jen. Super fun but again very hot and bright. There were a couple couch surfers from Belgium who were fun, even though one decided to change her pants in the middle of the school grounds. It was nice to finally finish the project and it turned out amazing.

I had to go into Maseru last Tuesday because I have been sick since the first of the month. I haven't been sleeping at night because I have been coughing up giant balls of green goo and everyone was worried. Went in and got the typical Peace Corps verdict from J-man... "It's a virus, not bacteria; nothing we can give ya." In the future now due to personal experience and that of others I'm just going to assume everything is viral. I have been taking Benadryll at nights just to dry up the sinuses and its great because I was told it would make me drowsy but it actually makes me unconscious so I have gotten more sleep the last week/two weeks than I have in... I dunno... a long time.

Last week Friday was "Funny Day" at school which made all the crazy-drama-home-sick-sicky month worth while. All of us teachers borrowed uniforms from kids (including the Grasshoppers which the kids had to polish for us) and wore them while the kids got to wear whatever they wanted. It totally reminded me of home-coming week at home, same type of fun and the kids all wore similar things to what we did at home for our funny-days. Going into town in the outfit was a whole nother adventure. The other teachers just looked like students but not me... nooooo... i was the crazy lekhooa again! All in all it was fun tho.

Day before yesterday rocked my socks. I got a package from home, not unusually, but inside was an awesome bag/purse and it smelled like home. Unfortunately the box also contained a pack of taco seasoning which had decided to explode, not only flavoring my peeps like a burrito bat also coating the bag in an invisible layer of spicy crap. So, upon smelling my bag that smelled of home I also inhaled a great deal of seasoning mix and thus started to cry from the burning. I ate the peeps, maybe I should write and suggest them to add taco seasoning to their recipe.

Which brings me to today, sitting in a very quiet office. Most everyone else has gone into SA, only a few of us remain to have our Easter break closer and cheaper. I'm going to do food here in Maseru with Ann, Nichole, Maya, and Merrill, maybe Barb and stick around till all the worldly travelers return on Tuesday to get stories and just talk to those I haven't seen forever. I'm really excited about Wednesday when me and Rachel will be heading to Mokhotlong for a Diversity Camp. I have been dying to see Mokhotlong and also to actually feel like I'm working so this is going to be great. Then its back to school and back to routine.

On a fun note- My best-friend (Jo) and a good friend from the sorority (Erica) are coming to see me in AUGUST and they might bring my sister (Nikki)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Semonkong and Ntate Khoanyane

2009-02-24T00:40:00.003-08:00

This weekend (2.20.09) was my first trip away from site in a month. Money is low after Durban. We headed to Semonkong early Friday morning from Leribe. It was pouring rain but luckily let up a little so that me, Ashley, and Trish could catch a hitch from town to Maseru. Thanks to Trish we got a ride in a brand new Land Rover that was absolutely gorgeous with a man who is in the diamond buisness. We met up with everyone else in Maseru at about 10 and waited till about 11 before hopping on a bus to take off. We got the million-year-old bus that had a leaky roof and plank seats. Pam and Al were able to patch the leaky holes with bubble gum so that was nice and it gave the Basotho on the bus something to laugh about. The road to Semonkong is not paved half the way so I'm sure its not hard to imagine how much fun that ride was (5 hours total). We got into town and it is amazing, I cant wait to go visit Nick again. So many mountains and open but still trees. The river was especially nice. We just hung out and chilled Friday night, Nick and Al made pasta for dinner, we all went to the bar at the lodge, super fun. The shower was great at the end of the day. Since I have not left site for a month I have also only had bucket baths and this shower was the same size as my whole bathroom at home in the States. Saturday morning a few people trekked through the mud to see the falls but I decided to wait until I visit again. Our donkeys pulled up just as people were getting back from the falls at about 11 so it was all aboard. I named mine Tinker Bell but when I tried to get on the whole saddle came off so I got placed on Tinker Bell the second. Literally placed because Ntate Muso (a guide) had me stand on a wall and helped lift me, unnecessarily, into the saddle. Nick also had a whole stack of Barrack Obama Stickers that were strategically placed on volunteers, donkeys, saddles, and buildings and random children throughout the day. We rode our donkey train into town to the first bar where me and Trish both made not so graceful dismounts. Again, the whole saddle came with me and I landed flat on my ass. We then proceeded through town to the next bar, a home-brew place, on to another where we stayed for a while and I wowed our guides with my ability to play the local card game (casino) and we all enjoyed a sheep that we had butchered for our braii with papa, rice, salad, and green beans. We then had a few people leave, a couple of our party were not the pictures of health, but a bulk of us went on to the next bar. On this magical journey I had, by then, consumed enough alcohol along with everyone else that I was surprised we all got onto the donkeys. I lost Tink's whip ( I had no reins so had to steer with a stick) so had a little boy run and get me one which made his day. At the next bar we chilled outside in the sun, drank a few more, then it was the end of the journey. Tink was definitely a follower, not a leader, so when she was out in 3rd place on our way home I was stoked. On the big hill down to the lodge though her saddle was slipping so Moshoeshoe made me get off, placing me in last place except for Ashley, who I made wait for me, but then Tink left her in the dust. We got back up to the lodge, I almost fell again. Which, considering the day, I'm amazed it was "almost". There was a Japanese couple staying at the lodge also, doing development studies in London, but I was not able to speak any Japanese so was getting extremely frustrated. Every time I started to say something my mouth switched it to Sesotho. I stayed up and hung out with the people from BostonHealth who were cool. Sunday morning saw us leaving about 8 to get on the big nice bus which didn't leave until after 10 but arrived in Maseru in just 3 short hours. I headed back up to Leribe immediately, I was exhausted!

When I got home I went straight to the water tap to fill my bucket. Somehow Marosa, my little sister, managed to sneak in behind me and scared the shit out of me because she was just sitting silently at my table. She had typed a message on her phone because she couldn't talk she was crying so hard. As soon as i saw she was crying I had a good idea of what had happened. In December my Ntate, Marosa's father, had what they called a "heart problem from stress" but I had a feeling it might have been a minor stroke because he was having a hard time talking and using his hands and moving his face. About 3 weeks ago, so early February, hew had a more serious stroke and then another once they got him to the hospital. He was unconscious and looking very bad for a couple weeks but then was talking and able to move his hands a little. Until Saturday. When 'Me went to visit with my little brother Tlali, Ntate must have felt he said his last goodbye's and left us. It turns out he had Meningitis, not just strokes, so I am trying to get 'Me to go to the hospital for treatment just in case. He was a good father to all of his kids. They are all respectful but still have a strong sense of self and right and wrong. 'Me was not doing very well and neither was one of my older sisters, they took it the hardest. As of 3 days after the fact they still had not told the two youngest, 13 and 9, what had happened because they were "too young to understand". The funeral for Ntate will be on March 14th. The night of the 13th he will "come home" and stay in the bedroom, where 'Me will have to sleep with him in the coffin next to the bed. Marosa is pretty creeped about this. I have never really even been to a funeral in the states, especially nothing close to open casket, so am a little anxious. The police force, whom he worked for, is going to do all the planning and pay for it so that takes a lot of burden off the family. It is a really tough time for my family but they are showing how strong Nate has raised them and sticking together to get through this.

Ka Pitseng

2009-02-24T00:40:00.001-08:00

Written: 2/9/09

Friday was a wonderful day! The form E’s did so well on their exams last year that we got half a chicken the week before, slaughtered the bull, and all of the teachers and me got to go on a retreat on Friday for the whole day. We were going to the Ka Pitseng Guesthouse in TY and were scheduled to leave at 8 am. Well, the students were so excited because Ntate Phoole told them that they will get to eat beef that day that they sang 4 songs (every morning at assembly they sing at least one) and the teachers got in front of the school and danced. It was a special moment and one of those where you see which teachers really care and want to play with the kids. We got into the taxi’s around 9 but had to go to the permitting office. The taxis normally don’t travel past Maputsoe so they had to get short term permits. The forms that had the passengers’ names were never submitted so we had to wait in a gravel lot, hot sun, for about an hour and a half for it all to be worked out. This is a good time to mention that the school also bought every one 3 six-packs of beverage. Most of the guys got beer, as well as a few of the women, and I got Miller, the only American beer I have found. Local beer gives me a hangover no matter if I only drink a little. So, bored, hot, sitting on the side of the road, we all opened a beer (the guys multiple beers) and chilled. Left the lot about 10:30, very interesting drive, I’m still not used to the idea of open containers in cars. Arrived at TY at about 12 and everyone was ready to eat and just hang. Some people by this time were already feeling the effects of their first six-pack. I roamed most of the day, going from group to group. We danced, people talked, no one had any drama (which, usually, I guess there are lots of fights). At 1 the first round of meat was ready. We started with boroso (sausage), papa, and linawa (beans). Once the boroso was off the grill it was time for beef then time for chicken. We ate from 1 until 6 non-stop. I haven’t had so much protein in 8 months. Actually, I don’t think I have ever eaten that much meat in one day. The trip really allowed me a chance to spend time with some of the teachers I don’t know that well or only see at school. It also let me see that they really consider me part of the school and that I have my place in the Molapo community. Hanging out in the sun with a good beer, meat, and good friends really made realize that in some ways Lesotho has become home to me.

A Timeless Day

2009-02-24T00:38:00.000-08:00

Written: 2/9/09

Wednesday I awoke to a very sad surprise. My Baby-G, the watch I have nurtured and loved since college has finally died. A few days ago the band started to break so I new the end was coming soon. I did not expect so soon. Now there it lays, its little face empty, just sitting on my kitchen table. When I got to school I was in for another surprise. We were finally slaughtering the bull that has been a drain on our resources for the last 6 months. He wasn’t exactly fat, but quite a beast. I had watched Velaphe and Marco slaughter the pig and figured it was time for me to learn where my steaks come from. In the states people complain about animal rights and all that, a quick death. Not the belief here. it was actually a really interesting process. The principal wanted us to slaughter it on the school yard, to show the kids that he has given them beef. I did not agree with butchering an d killing in front of 1000 kids and Marco told me that its not part of their culture to do that. Thus we secretly killed the bull up next to the school yard. I’m going to describe how we did the deed so if you have a weak stomach and would rather not know I would stop reading. I say “we” but my main job was taking pictures and holding a leg out of the way once in a while. Women aren’t supposed to touch the knives and they aren’t really supposed to help with slaughtering. Let me also let you know that the whole process was completed with two knives, palm length, that were definitely not sharp and they had to keep rubbing on rocks to try and sharpen them. One guy started it all by trying to get the bull so his head was braced against a tree. This prevented the bull from ramming the guy with the knife doing the stabbing. Once the bull is flush the guy with the knife stabbed it into the bull’s neck, right at the base of the skull. The first time the bull was a little phased and the guy had to run out of the way. The second time there was a loud crack and the bull fell to the ground unconscious. The left it there for a few minutes to see how much damage was done then decided to cut off the tail even though it wasn’t dead yet. While one guy did that the other started to slit the throat. Not really slit, more like hack. Finally after about 20 mins the big bull breathed his last. It took all 6 of us to roll it onto its back and then the guys all started to skin it. This process was boring but went much quicker than the hours it took to shave the pig. Once skinned then one group started to gut it and one started to cut off limbs. The stomachs were the coolest part. There was almost nothing else inside the cavity except the giant sac that was all 4 stomachs. The lining looks like grey carpet you would find in a dirty old ladies house and is really cool. Our cows are sick and it was neat to see the neon green on the undigested grass contrasted with the little pink and white larva that were the internal parasites. I didn’t get to see the heart but did play with the lungs and liver. Once the legs were off and the insides were now out Velaphe started a fire of twigs and plastic and any other garbage and started to roast little pieces. We finished chopping up the bull by taking an ax and handsaw to the chest and ribcage. The whole process was less the bloody and gory than I would have thought, all except the actual death of the animal. We roasted the meat, I got the first share, and all sat around with the bull in chunks. I love little experiences like this where I am able to see a part of the male side of the culture that women typically don’t share in. The guys have learned not to notice me so I am really able to observe and see how they interact.

Reflections on a rainy day

2009-02-24T00:31:00.001-08:00

Written: 1/28/09

No one does much in the rain and I now know why. If people do go out they have a plastic on their head, a garbage bag poncho, umbrella, and very not sensible shoes. Today we actually did some work until Marco decided that it was raining too much to even do paperwork indoors. We walked the principal around while he made silly suggestions like we need 50,000 cabbage, we need to buy seedlings when we have 500 ready, and we should plant in a patch in the middle of a field that still needs to be harrowed even though the tractor driver plows over anything green. I went home and had a personal dance party, wrote some letters, and drew a picture. At 4:30 Marco called to say dance was still on and at the Agric College. It was pouring so I said I wasn’t sure if I would go. At 4:45 the rain had lightened to what in Oregon is a reasonable amount to go out in and I had exhausted all other forms of entertainment and I had a ton of energy for some reason. So I started to walk. As soon as I was out the front door I knew it was going to be a soggy adventure. Just to get to the path that leads to the school I had to walk 20 yards down our road which has turned into and ankle deep pond. Talk about low infiltration rates, the rest of the trip (30 mins) was slogging through water and crossing two more ponds. I finally arrived at my destination and was not surprised to find that no one was there. I called Marco, remember he previously told me dance was still a go, but Velaphe answered and told me to just go home. With the guards and some students laughing I hiked up my pants and started the return trip. Luckily my Merrill boots are hard-core enough that when I got home and out of my wet things, my socks were the only thing that was dry at all. I have come to the conclusion that from now on when it rains and I have to cross the giant lake that is sometimes a road I will wear sandals and roll my pants above my knees. Keep it easy.

Duck

2009-02-24T00:29:00.000-08:00

Written: 1/23/09

When you think of Africa you think lions, elephants, zebras, etc. Little, fuzzy, baby ducks with little baby beaks and little baby wings are not on that list. While walking to dance today 3 little boys started asking me for money as is typical. One difference was that one was yelling gibberish at me then he opened his little hands to reveal a precious baby duck as previously mentioned. Environmentalist/girl-who-loves-baby-animals in me asked the little boys where the duck lives. Where is its mom? Dad? Brothers? Sisters? Quickly the two youngest boys plopped frightened little ducky into my hands and ran into the giant field with the giant pond. They jabbered and pointed. I mumbled some stupid thing like “He wants to go home, he needs his mom.” We get to where they said they found him and I made the talkative one walk baby out past the sludge. Very happy duck started paddling out to the potential mommy and daddy ducks. We all three held hands for a moment and I made them say goodbye to the duck which earned me a sidelong glance and we all went our separate ways. When I was about 50 yards away the bigger boy who stayed behind came sprinting across the field, into the water, and grabbed my baby ducky! I then took a good look at him and the other boys; ratty clothes, filthy, no shoes, herding cows at the ages of 5, 7, and 10. OH MY GOD! THEY ARE GOING TO EAT IT! I started to walk determinedly back with my disapproving mommy face. With my limited Sesotho I could not yell “Drop the duck!” so instead said “What are you doing?” and repeated “eh-eh” over and over. The big boy finally flung, pitched, discarded baby duck in a manner like it was just a thing not a precious baby animal. I started to walk away satisfied when the kid shot me an eat-shit-and-die look and went back in to get the duck again. This resulted in me chasing 3 little boys across a field yelling “I will whip you”, not something I would actually ever do but still felt totally guilty saying. I stood at the edge of the pond watching the little spot and his little ripples disappear into the group of big tough ducks. I didn’t feel sorry about saving the little duck that fit into one palm and I could wrap all my fingers around from being eaten. It would have given those three boys less nutrition than if they were to eat sand. Horrible me had a skip in my step as I walked the rest of the way to dance and watched the boys while I walked stand knee deep in the pond until they gave up and went home.

The first noel... In Lesotho

2009-01-19T02:34:00.001-08:00

Written: 1/07/09

Holiday seasons are pretty tough I have discovered when friends and family are half a world away. We are encouraged not to be alone during Christmas for safety and sanity reasons so even though I was only at site for a week after IST I headed to Qacha’s Nek to spend the holiday with Megan, Becky, and Rachel. During that break, between IST and Christmas, I went up to BB and spent a few days at Jen’s helping her paint a huge map mural at a school. I was in a funk because one if our students in form D put poison in his beer because he failed again for the 5th time so the teachers were trying to help the family. Painting and doing something helped and it was the first real “Peace Corps” thing I have done so it was awesome. I also watched/helped Velaphe and Marco slaughter a pig to sell and a student and I picked up the heart to examine and play with. It was gross but something to experience at least once.

Anyways, back to Christmas… The ride down was awful but I am getting more used to the quirks that are associated with public transport. My language skills are also improving enough so that I am able to communicate and so be passed on from taxi to taxi to taxi to taxi and eventually reach where I am going. Qacha is so restful and I love escaping up here to the mountains. Megan and I had a couple days to hang around town before the other girls got here so we did some shopping with a bunch of her friends; I got a totally awesome dress. Rachel and Becky got here the day before Christmas Eve but we had a really lazy holiday. Christmas Eve we had lunch in town with Kylie, a volunteer, and her parents who were visiting for Christmas. Christmas was a super lazy day, we had apple pancakes for breakfast thanks to Becky and Rachel, opened presents, Megan and I sun bathed while Rachel baked a Christmas cake, then we made an awesome chicken taco and Mexican chip dinner. The family called late and I got a shock when my uncle who has been gone a few years came on the phone, he had decided to come home for Christmas. I got passed around, lots of tears, good to at least say hi to everyone. I had to get off the phone quick so didn’t have a lot of time because it was 12pm, dark, cold, and very scary outside with some crazy noises (TIA). The few days after Christmas, before we left for Durban were full of adventure. A couple of us went to the snake park where I pet a poisonous snake and totally pissed off a cobra and another day we took a nice hike to see some waterfalls close to Christina’s site.

Our Durban New Year adventure started with a bang; there was no transport so we walked the 3 km uphill in the rain at 5:30 in the morning with all our packs to get to the border gate where we had to wait in a little booth until a taxi came. Next was the best part of going out the QN border post… a 45 min ride in the covered back of a pickup on little benches on a very bumpy, curvy, gravel road to get to Matatiele. From there it was smooth sailing and we were able to get to our hostel with no big hiccups. The place we stayed was Happy Hippo and it was huge and really clean. It wasn’t in the best part of town for touring but we made it work. We were right next to U-Shaka Marine world so spent a day there at the aquarium, watching dolphin shows, and playing at the water park. Unfortunatly there was never a really nice weather day so we only got to spend a little time on the beach. We had a couple mall days were I enjoyed a Cinnabon and we saw a total of 3 movies! Australia was great, one day Megan and I split up and she went and saw 007 while I went to see Twilight FINALLY which was amazing, then we met up with Lo and went to see Madagascar 2 at the I-max theatre. We wanted to see Dark Knight but it wasn’t playing that day. The whole trip was weird because it was so like home but so different; it made it a hard vacation. We all went to a club for New Years and got in with no cover since we were the first ones there and a bartender was from Lesotho so he was very generous with the drinks. All in all it was a fun trip but it took a lot of energy. I’m so ready to go home to Hlotse but will have to leave right away again to go to an all-volunteer conference in Maseru.

Work is still super stressful and not much is getting accomplished. I have a lot of new ideas and things to occupy my time now like projects I think are fun and helping other volunteers so I will be pretty busy if not at the school. Some of the teachers want to start an awesome project so I am working closely with them to get that up and running. The farm and actually accomplishing things for the school is at a standstill until they take the next step and work with me instead of against. It’s a new year full of bright new promises so we will see what happens.

A great day to be in Africa

2008-11-06T22:21:00.000-08:00

November fourth was by far the best day to be in Africa. I spent the evening, entire night, and the morning of the 5th getting a half an hour of sleep at a time as the "Magic Map" changed colors, announcing to the world who Americas next president will be. Many people in the states didn't have a hard time watching, since it was probably on every single channel. Here in Lesotho, in the "far corners of the world", as Obama said, people were crowded around TV's and computers where they could be found. I had to travel south to Peka, where Kaye works at a mission, and shared the night with her, Merrill, Barb, a Canadian woman named Linda, a very sweet nun named sister Theresa, and a couple orphans. We had a delicious dinner with hors d'oeurves of bread with balsamic vinegar and olive oil, salad, and pasta. Somehow, though it has been years since I have cooked rhubarb, I managed to make a quasi-crumble like rhubarb dessert with a sour cream/cream cheese topping that turned out pretty good. We spent the whole night munching on chips and crumble, sleeping on and off, waiting anxiously for that darn Magic Map to be more blue than red. Truly the most powerful thing I will have shared with people here in Lesotho will be watching Obamas speech (twice) , everyone crying silent tears of hope, and seeing how important that day was not only to us four Americans, but to a Canadian and Basotho people. Sister Theresa's tears were those of hope and those of worry, with prayers for him because the sisters are worried about what people will or could do to him. Still, watching her explain to one beautiful orphan girl in particular how momentous of a day this was and how everyone can dream was immensely powerful. I ran back to school that day, running on a couple hours stolen sleep, because I couldn't wait to share with the teachers what had happened. Ntate Phoole and Marco in particular didn't believe it would ever happen so I was very eager to share it with them. All the teachers were ecstatic about what changes will come and said with Bush gone they will now not "hate America" anymore (their exact words, not mine). I did promise a few teachers we would have a party when he won so now have to figure that out, it definitely deserves a celebration. Obama is our new president, to the Basotho he is "African" and I had to explain "African American", many of the people I have talked to think he is going to change all of Africa. Though not entirely true, the most important thing is that they also see a black man who went to the university and strove for something huge and attained what they see as the impossible. It is wonderful not only for our country but for the world because he is showing people everywhere, no matter the color of your skin, you can still dream.

Cross Cultural Exchange

2008-10-17T03:59:00.001-07:00

WARNING: graphic content

But no, not really, just very different from anything the states has to offer. What I thought would be a very uneventful Wednesday turned into a mind trip.

I spent a few minutes in the morning freaked out that Marco (farm manager) was lying mangled in a hospital because Ntate Phoole (principal) told me he was attacked by 3 dogs in Ficksburg. Marco showed up to work though but was a little worse for wear. He had indeed been chased by dogs but he sustained his wounds while jumping over a concrete wall covered in barbed spikes. He has multiple puncture wounds and one finger is split all the way down the side, but he is OK.

Later that morning was the part that had me wondering where I was. I walked around a corner and saw the principal with a pair of scissors, grabbing my little sisters arm, her flailing while he went at her head with the opened pair of scissors. As soon as I said "Marosa?" the principal stopped and walked away. I went up to her, she was shaking, and said she was OK even though she had to go immediately into her form E Sesotho test. I was totally shaken because I didn't understand what was going on. I later found out that if a student has hair longer than buzzed the principal cuts a chunk out of their hair, all I saw though was what I interpreted as my sister being attacked. Culturally I get it but it's not something I think I will ever get used too.

In Maseru for the weekend to re-check and work with diversity committee, of which I am the secretary now.

Qachas Nek

2008-10-05T01:22:00.000-07:00

I just got back into Maseru and am headed to Hlotse soon after a totally awesome week visiting Megan in Qachas Nek!
I arrived into town about noon last Monday after a 6hr taxi ride holding an adorable little boy who slept the whole way. Megan met me at the rank (gorgeous in QN) then we grabbed some lunch and headed to the hospital. Her hospital is great and it was fun to meet all the staff and talk to some of the patients. We stayed around and watched the doctors at work for a while then I wanted to ditch my stuff. Got back to her place, unloaded, and went to the hotel for a couple drinks even though we weren't supposed to meet the doctors for a couple more hours. Once they got there we chilled then went back to the hospital to hang out with them all and eat some "Cuban food" with this crazy good Nepalese pickled pepper spread.
Tuesday Morning we went to the hospital to do rounds with the doctors. Dr. Ashish told us to hurry and follow him and he took us in to see a baby being born. Quite unexpected and super intense. Right after that a baby was brought in from a C-section and we watched them resuscitate it! All before 11 am. We then walked around town a little and went shopping at PEP, had some girl shopping time. Totally exhausted we went back to her house and crashed for a couple hours then saw "Blood Diamond", the computer battery died when there was about 15 more mins so I was pissed, no closure.
Wednesday we were all rested so woke up late, had a nice cup of coffee, then decided to go for a walk. I saw this awesome mountain (now named Mt. TIA) and we both said "let's go" so hiked about 1/3 to 1/2 way up it. It was so pretty, herd boys running around on it, lots of cool plants for me to point out, took some pics, just had fun. Walked into town, walked around town, walked through town, walked to Megans. Walked, walked, walked. We went back for a couple drinks that night with some other PCV's then crashed.
Thursday was not as exciting but we needed a break. We went to the hospital, went on rounds, and just hung around town again. That night we watched the end of "Blood Diamond" (thank goodness) and "What Happens in Vegas" then totally passed out.
Friday, once again refreshed after sleeping in again, we did rounds at the hospital. A girl there has epilepsy and hasn't walked for a while so Dr. Enio wanted us to chat with her and figure it out. From talking to her, doing some basic physical therapy, then us walking her around and around the room (me and Megan barely holding her hands) we figured she was faking for some reason. Once a nurse came in though she said she was very tired and sat down. That night we hung out with the doctors again.
And lastly, I woke up at 6 on Saturday, was on the bus at 7 (when it was supposed to leave)since they said the sprinter went to Durban, and left the taxi rank at 8 because.... well... because this is Lesotho. Got to ride 7 hours back to Maseru with a bunch of drunk guys sitting next to me who continued to drink on the bus, stinking like stale beer, and laying on me when they passed out, in a bus that must have been a hundred degrees.
Taadaa, awesome week! Doesn't sound as much fun written and I cant paint a picture very well of just how gorgeous QN is, like a little logging town set out in eastern Oregon.

Ka 'Nete?

2008-09-28T04:30:00.001-07:00

After being at site for almost two months I have found that it has gotten quite a bit easier. I have adjusted to my community and it to me so that I am no longer just some"lekhooa" walking through Sebotoaneng, instead I have an identity with them and people greet me by name. Lesotho is also starting to bloom, it is finally spring and slowly the brown is turning to green. I have made many friends both in the village, in Hlotse, and at the school so am no longer at a loss for things to do or people to see. Though it has gotten easier there are still points in each day where I ask myself "Ka 'nete?", my favorite American saying in Sesotho, "For reals?".
Work at the school is still giving life a lot of flavor. To get things accomplished takes a lot of time and a whole lot of effort, with a dash of patience on my part. At the school I am really focusing right now on getting the old projects up and running. Greg, the previous volunteer, did an awesome job setting up a foundation that Molapo can really grow off of. We have cows, pigs, and a greenhouse. There is drip irrigation that I want to get back going and would like to expand to a larger area, maybe one of the upper fields. My biggest challenge is being seen as a tool for agriculture/permaculture. As a woman I am not supposed to be able to do what in the States was never questioned. Every idea or improvement I have has to be backed up by numbers, other peoples input, and research on paper by which time, after I complete this, something has changed along the way and a new plan is needed. The school is opening up to me though and I hope to get a permaculture club started in order to at least get some of the ideas into students minds. Big things going right now: water, water, water. I am working on building some rainwater harvesting tanks as well as water troughs for the animals.
My greatest success so far is helping the farm manager start a Ballroom dance club outside of the school. We now have regular meetings, a schedule, many participants, and I have already learned the Cha-Cha and Rumba. I am also helping a teacher at the school, who is best friends with the farm manager, do a math and science club where our first project is going to be an egg drop. Both these allow me a lot of interaction with students and youth in the area.
I get to travel almost every weekend or participate in a cultural activity. I work at the school a lot on the weekends with clubs and helping on the farm but often find time to travel with other teachers, go to cultural day, yesterday I went to Tandi's graduation in Mapoteng, went on a picnic with students to Outward Bound by Pitseng, have journeyed into the mountains, explored the river next to my site, and really just dug out my own place in Lesotho. Tomorrow I head to Qachas Nek for a week to hang with Megan and help Mandy do some soil analysis/farm prep.
All in all, its home. It isn't scary to have to walk to town or talk to someone new in the village. It is amazing how much this place feels right. There are a lot more chances for me to think of and miss home because I'm not always worrying about settling and a little bit of the shine has gone away, but I am still -happy? excited?stoked?awed?blessed?- to be here.

The Great Seshoeshoe Caper

2008-09-28T03:40:00.000-07:00

In order to be a fashionable participant of the Leribe Cultural Day, I decided to buy a seshoeshoe... turned out to be more work than it was worth...

August 30th: Went with Malekhula to buy a seshoeshoe off the side of the street. We found a stand with some nicer ones so stopped and this young girl took my measurements and we told her I wanted it just below the knees. I was told to pick it up on the 1st and gave her R100 downpayment.

Sept 1st: Was supposed to pick up my seshoeshoe but no one was there....

Sept 2nd: Picked up Seshoeshoe from sweet old Nkhono that was at the stand instead of younger girl. When I got home it was long and a little tight in the waist, no zipper so was a pain to get on, and it wasnt sewn on a seam so ripped open. girls and me went to talk to Nkhono but she was MIA.

Sept 3rd: Escaped to Maseru so the girls at work took the seshoeshoe back for me to have it fixed.

Sept 4th: Went to get my seshoeshoe and it was HUGE! Tandi got into a fight with the Nkhono (not so sweet anymore) in the middle of the street, screaming from both, random people stopping to join in, me standing there holding the giant seshoeshoe up between them. Ended up going to Tandi's friends shop for a skirt that cost me another R100 but the woman actually measured me.

Sept 5th: Walked with Mataetsi to get my money back, all Nkhono said was "lumela" and handed me the money. Sat in the tailors shop with Tandi and Marosa for two hours while the ruffles were put on my skirt. It was beautiful and had the embroidery on the pockets.

Sept 6: Finally went to Cultural day and just sat in a tent in my new, slightly uncomfortable seshoeshoe and watched cultural dancing from 11 to 5. The dancing was beautiful and our boys got second place. The girls did pretty bad and we lost lots of points because our lead dancers top fell off but didn't lose as many as we could have because she just left it off the rest of the dance. Ha Je Je!

Who is John Galt?

2008-08-26T03:15:00.000-07:00

Yep, reading Atlas Shrugged again, man I love that book!

Here are some pics since the internet is so slow at the cafes I wasnt able to earlier!

Me at the concert in Ha Soole, doing the Itsy-Bitsy Spider that I taught the kids... Puleng(behing me) looks shy but she knows all the words!

Me chka-chka-ing poone (not a real word, one I made up), taking dried corn of the husk using a rock and a bigger rock. Outside my house in Ha Soole

At Tse'Hlanyane National Park, before the hike around the valley and brai

Me holding Lebohang at the goodbye-feast in Ha Soole

My new home-sweet-home, 3 rooms with electricity, fasionable latrine with a resident rat living right under the seat

And..... my camera broke so new pictures...... not for a while

Medical Cadilac

2008-07-26T06:05:00.000-07:00

After the rushed paragraph of all the excitment I figured I would sit and actually reflect on some of the things that have happened in the last couple of weeks. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post some pictures from my training.
Going back in time and working foreward, friday before last the training group got to go have lunch at the ambassadors house with him and his wife. It was fun, they are really nice people. While talking to Nancy, the ambassadors wife with Julie and Rachel Prince Harry's visit in Lesotho. He had been staying in BB but had come down to Maseru for the kings birthday celebration. Nancy got all cute and giggly and asked if we wanted to see pictures. We went with her and looked at all er pics, commenting on how he isnt a kid anymore, how tall he is, and how cute, lol. After the lunch Maria said she had a suprise and it was our site placements, 3 days early!!! We all crammed into a little room fighting to get our sheet of paper. Mine was a slight, painfull realization. My placement is great, working at a Highschool close to Leribe that focuses on Agriculture. A previous volunteer got a lot of balls rolling there so I think it will be great. I wanted mountains, to live in a rondavel, to be out. I will just go visit others who got those placements, but the sting is still there.
On saturday we all went hiking at Tse'Hlanyane, most amazing view of the mountains. We passed through my site and it looks nice, I can make the most of it. I did have to fight back tears though as we drove into the mountains. My soul really connects there and it felt a little like salt being rubbed into a sore, "there they are but they arent for you." The hike was nice, the lodge-INSANE. Absolutely gorgeous and hopefully it will bring in more tourists. In some places on the hike there was still snow on the ground and it was so green still. The last 30 min of the hike were a little precarious, the trail was very, very muddy and the rest of the group had already trampled it. I was in the slow group but I like to enjoy looking around. It was tough at first but got much better and I had no problems at all after the first 30 mins. I cant wait to get to visit those lucky enough to live where they get to see and do what we did for one day for their whole two years.
Finally, yesterday was our farewell feast with our training villages. It was hard but I was strangely disconeccted, maybe because we spent the whole day just sitting around for the feast to start and then we had to rush the speeches and eating. My 'Me is so sweet and it was really hard not to cry. The children have gained a special place in my heart. 6 weeks was just long enough for me to be able to walk down the road and be able to greet people I knew and who I had shared a smile, laugh, or joke with. The whole village took us in, made us feel like part of the community, and helped us learn so much. My Sesotho skills have drastically improved. I never thought it possible to pick up a language or a working understanding of a language in such a short time. Back to the feast, our young chief was given a new blanket by Maria and that was cool. Merrill gave the speech for us, just a couple sentences in Sesotho, and did awesome. Of course, typical Basotho style- lots of singing, dancing, yipping, and ai-ai-ai's. Puleng and little Ithumelang did the traditional dancing with the short grass skirts. The point is to flip the skirt and bells up high enough to be able to see the bottom of the dancer. Fun to see a traditional dance with pink and white stripped undies unserneath. I asked 'Me Mapudumo and she said traditionally this is done with no undies. The girls were so good and the sound the skirts made to the singing of the bo-me was awesome.
Now we are back at the training center. Monday we get to go to our sites for a couple days then we have a couple of days back in Maseru before we head to our sites for the next three months. it is hard to believe traing is over and that in about a week I will finally be sworn in. This job is going to be great, the view I am told is phenomenal. Again, hopefully I can get pictures up tomorrow.

American Ninja 4

2008-07-15T04:14:00.000-07:00

Interesting night back at the training center after what has been a long, action packed week. We watched first a sed video but totally true about the struggle kids fight against HIV/AIDS. It was so different watching the video, Touching Tiny Lives, when living in the country and seeing it first hand. We then watched a lighter movie called "American Ninja 4: Anihalation" which was filmed here in Lesotho, was directed by a RPCV, the main good ninja was playing the part of a PCV, and in which many PCV's in country played as extras. Hillarious B-rate movie.
In the last couple of weeks I have visited Bouthe-Buthe, climbed two amazing plateaus (one was Thaba Bosiu), spent the day walking to another training site and getting my hair cut on the very top of the large hill in the center of town, watched my little brother chase the cat, helped remove more corn from the cob, had a visit by the chief, caught a pan full of oil on fire, taught children "the Itsy Bitsy Spider" and "If You Are Happy and You Know It" and sang it with them on stage at our community fundraiser, helped stage said community fuindraiser, enjoyed two amazing sunsets, watched Saturn pass Mars, spoken more Sesotho in one day than I have the whole first few weeks, and still am in love with this country. This weekend we get to go hiking in another national park, the next we find out where our actual sites are, at the end of next week we say goodbye to our training villages, the next we move in. So much and time is going by so fast.

Exerpts from Journal CBT wk 1

2008-06-21T02:23:00.000-07:00

6-15-08
We arrived at our CBT villages today. This is the Africa I came for, but right now it is very intimidating. I sat and watched the children play for a while and my sister, Bohlokoa (11), played with my sketch book and showed me her English HW from last term. My family has given me the name Katleho, which means success, and I love it. my family is very quiet, not what I had expected, and it is a weird feeling, how peace corps continues to feel more real.

6-17-08
It is such a different world i have entered into. Ausi Bohlokoa is constantly frustrated with me and the speed I am learning the language. Everyday she gives me a list of like 40 words and expects me to have then memorized on the spot. During lunch today I helped 'Me make bread. It was a great feeling today, after dinner, for us all to sit and share the hot, steaming bread right off the stove that i had helped make. The bo-'Me all cane to school for a discussion about perceptions today. To my surprise my 'Me was the one to stand up at the end. She said that they were all scared about us coming but now are very happy and already proud of us.
As I thought it would, everyday is getting progressively easier. We are all becoming more comfortable with each other and the language barrier is slowly breaking down. Little things, donkeys crossing the road, children laughing, bo-Me gossiping, all make everyday more magical and more special.

6-20-08
This is so amazing!!! Even though its winter an everything is brown i love it. today, while I was doing my laundry, there was a huge thunderstorm. Oscar found a place the other day that is close to our houses where you can look out into the rolling brown fields punctured here and there by the rocky plateaus and hills. It also looks down on the other CBT village. The view of the sunsets from the ledge is incredible, it faces due west and the whole skyline lights up in different colors of orange and reds. I am finally settling into a schedule and my room seems o grow a bit everyday. once i have access to a virus free computer i will post pictures. It would take pages and till not do my new world justice if i tried to describe in words.

Sala Hantle,
Katleho Mofoti

Maseru sun

2008-06-12T06:54:00.000-07:00

I arrived in Maseru on my birthday, best birthday present ever. The plane ride was in a word TERRIFYING because it was the smallest plane ever invented, it couldn't even hold us all and our luggage in 2 trips! 45 mins into the trip I spotted a smudge on the horizon. Then, over the next 15 mins Lesotho rose out of the flat expanse like a giant fortification. Its no wonder the Basotho fled here and were able to protect themselves. This time of year it is very dry here. The nights have been very cold but not too different from mid winter in Oregon. Daytime however is strangely warm. The intense African sun is able to break the frost of the night early and it warms to close to 70 F at times. Yesterday was a little cooler, probably only 55. Everyone I am meeting are great people. The Basotho people, especially the bo-me are so generous and friendly. They culture is much more hands on than I am used to. So far the only really culturally unique experience I have had is at the grocery store here in Maseru, which is just like ours back at home, the bag woman grabbed my hand and put her other hand to my chest. The Women do this to symbolize being close to your heart. Where back in America touching other people and being physically close is frowned upon, everyone here is hugging or touching, or letting the person they are speaking with know that they care. Personal relationships are key in this culture. Next week we get to move to our training villages which will be a nice break from the walled area we have spent the last couple weeks. Our weekly trips into Maseru are the only thing that keep me and some of the others sane. Training is intense but we are learning so much that will only make us more successful. The beauty of this country is something I cant even put into words, even though this is the dry season. I am slowly picking up the language and eagerly await getting to be a part of a Basotho family. My hair is getting pretty unruly so I may have to find some bo-Me to braid it for me, and next week we start bathing out of a bucket so it will be even harder to take care of. Sorry I haven't written in so long. I may not be able to be on often, and currently my time at the Internet cafe is expired. Sala Hantle, stay well !

Cheese Steak

2008-06-03T13:57:00.000-07:00

We are headed out of Philly tomorrow and finished with training about an hour ago. It was two very intense days where they crammed us full of very useful information I hope I remember half of. Luckily my Training group is fairly small and so we were all able to bond pretty well before the long, long flight to Lesotho. We spent yesterday morning touring. It is so crazy how different it is here on the East Coast as it is over in little Ol' Oregon. There is so much history and its the foundation of our country. I love it! But now, its back to packing, wishing I had not been so scared and brought more luggage even thought I could not possibly carry more. I half about half of what some people have but really don't need much more. Super fun, I discovered that the strap of my duffel was designed to pop off... which it does... frequently.... but it works. Lesotho is going to be amazing and like I told the group right now I feel "nervous in a good way like spring being tightened, any second I'm just going to Ka Boing (yes, said ka boing) and its going to be awesome." We went and had a fun time Karaoke-ing it up last night, check out some of my friends blogs, there might be some pics. Everyone is so nice and its nice to know that we are all here to support and encourage one another.

Next time you hear from me, I will be on the other side of the world.

PS... if someone wanted to send me maps that would be really cool, I didn't even think of those. And friends, good friends, wonderful friends, all of whom are getting married etc., you better friggin send me lots of pics!

LOVE!

Venti-no-whip-lowfat-pepermint-javachip-frappachino

2008-05-18T21:09:00.000-07:00

As I sat in the greenhouses on Friday I did some thinking. It was about 96 degrees outside, meaning it was around 110 inside the greenhouse. Joanna came in for her shift bearing my favorite Starbucks beverage, followed by Trish with the same... EVIL! Then I realized..... there will be no ice as well as no frappachino's in Lesotho. In Lesotho all the water is boiled to sanitize it. In the winter this will be no big deal, the water will cool, I'll enjoy a nice cool glass. In the summer, I realized, I will have to drink basically hot water. No big deal, some studies show drinking warm water is better for you when you are already warm than cold water. I'm not too worried about it, just a thought I had while dying of heat stroke, hallucinating.

Can you really fit your world into a backpack?

2008-05-14T11:46:00.000-07:00

The answer is yes. Today I packed up my hiking pack for the first time to make sure everything will fit. Seeing as I finally received my staging kit and plane reservations, I decided it was time. Clothing is the bulk of it, with all of my essentials packed tightly around, a couple changes of clothes and all my valuables in my carry on, and all the memories and hopes for a safe trip tucked into every nook and cranny. The memories and love of everyone is the biggest part and luckily it is easy to pack. Holy crap, its finally here, I'm living out of a backpack? I am sure when I get to Maseru and am assigned my rondavel (hut) I will accumulate many more trinkets (I am a packrat). But, for now, Tara Stone, this is your life!