Last Caress

So much of our time as of late has been occupied with "last times". It's the last time we will do this or see this person, it is exhausting and invigorating at the same time.

Although we moved out of our village a couple weeks ago we didn't say goodbye until yesterday. Yesterday we braved the ferry crossing for the third to last time :) and visited our main job sites and our family compound, for the really last time. We shall miss the friends, family, and colleagues that we encountered. It's nice to have some closure.

Essau Senior Secondary was a ghost town compared to how it normally was. There were a handful of teachers and staff members and one or two students lingering around the office trying to pick up their transcripts. As per normal my headmaster was absent, he called and sent his regrets after I texted him apologizing for being late. I thought it was a fitting that the end was consist ant with our working relationship. Kristy and I waited around, shot the breeze and then right about when we were scheduled to leave they called everyone in for a meeting, :) of course. It was rather formal my work was highlighted and anecdotes about my work and friendships were shared. It really was quite nice, and I feel that it went exactly the way it should have. Kristy and I walked away from the experience with some fancy African clothes and a belly full of food.

Essau Lower Basic was a bird of a different color. There were extra people there to send off Kristy and I. This was her primary job site. Cold Fanta's and Coke's were passed out, I got a black current one awesome, and kind words were shared. It was a jovial and warm setting. Kristy even got to meet headmasters of other schools that will benefit directly from her work in the garden and the orchard there. We got some more fancy clothes, that is probably some kind of tradition. When we left we were given left handed hand shakes, a wish to see us again, and walked to the family compound.

The Family wasn't all home but they came when they heard we were around. Pictures that we took (and Shannon took when she was here) were given as a parting gift and they were ooohh'd and aaahh'd over. We chatted, sat, and looked at the garden, my peppers are growing, and the morenga tree has seen better days. Sadly the tire swing was taken down, but only while some construction is happening, inshalla. On parting promises of last phone calls were made and we walked away to find a taxi or gelly.

The familiar cries of "toubab minty" were heard as walked away from our village for the last time, some things won't be missed.

Say Hello To Heaven

In one of my first blog entries I wrote about a sacrifice and loss that our service cost us. Yesterday we repeated that loss. Our two surviving pets are no longer with us in this plane. We deeply regret that we were not able to be there to see them off. I like to think that they were a lot luckier than a lot of the animals I have met here, they were adopted into not 1 but 2 loving homes. They had long, full lives, 15 years, and were one of the things that kept the candles burning on the home front for us. This loss of an anchor makes the pull to the familiar a different experience.

It sucks, we will miss them, Snowball and Beavis were good friends.

Sad days.

The Rain King

Wrapping up is hard to do here. There are a million things to do, we can't take most of our things with us so we have to gift them to our host family,ex-pat neighbors, or fellow volunteers. We have to say goodbye, eat at our friends houses one more time, give hugs, hand shakes. Sometimes the handshake is done with the left hand, it is meant as an insult so that the people separating have to be reunited to rectify the insult, it's not goodbye but see you a lot later. We also have to settle bills, if we have them.

It's a lot harder when you aren't even at site. Our latrine filled with water after a kinda short rain. It honestly was pretty gross, and I will refrain from describing the mess here. Needless to say our small home been rendered somewhat inhabitable. We have been in town for 5-6 day now and our return to site just for an assessment has not been scheduled, yet. PCTG is really busy right now, there are new trainees in country, on top of day to day activities. If our latrine is repairable/replaceable they will do it and almost immediately replace us with, Dado, a volunteer that has her own troubles at site and does a bunch of work in our village. Kristy's projects might have a person to keep a watchful eye on them for another year, that would be really cool.

I mentioned new trainees are here. I get to do a training session with them! I am really happy about it. I volunteered to teach them how to cook American-style comfort foods with Gambian ingredients using the facilities we have here. This will hopefully supplement their dietary needs and give some much needed piece of mind that eating foods your recognize gives us. I will be participating in that at the end of this month.

post script Tomorrow is my 32nd birthday make sure you save all my presents for when I get home. Kristy will have just celebrated her birthday when we arrive, and we like presents.

Tire Swing

Last week after a long series of promises and some convincing that it would be safe Kristy and I installed a tire swing into one of the mango trees in our compound. It very well may be one of the only such swings in The Gambia. The kids love it, they are on it every morning and they laugh and laugh the whole time.

Because such things are so foreign I was not sure how they would react. We had to show the first kid how to use it and the whole time of his own maiden voyage he was silent and he was wide eyed. I thought it was sheer terror. He got off, didn't say a word and he left to join the rest of the family at a naming ceremony down the street. Moussa returned with the other kids from the compound and they spent hours on it afterwards.

Kristy and I are glad that we were able to give a sustainable toy to the family. We have spied some of the neighborhood adults on it, but not really neighborhood kids, yet. Thankfully, the tree the swing is attached to is far from our room and it keeps the kids at a distance where the cries of joy are not overwhelming.

Wish You Were Here

Recently there was a 3 day training event that was dubbed "The Man's Retreat". It was a chance for guys to talk about guys issues in PCTG and for us to teach each other about our manly interests. The whole thing was rather positive. I noticed that now my style of participation is focused on sharing my experiences and point of view rather than taking notes because this close to the end, I am not really starting anything new.

I have started gardening with my host family. It gets me some needed exercise and I really feel the bond growing. It will help supplement their diet and their income. It's the first time in my life I have ever really grown anything. It is something that I want to do when we get home, the experience is gratifying.

I'm in town right now doing some preparation for one of the things I hope to leave PCTG a cook book. I offered to help train the new PCT's on a topic that is near and dear to my heart, cooking in the Peace Corps. I'm going to go to the training villages shop for food make something that will supplement their diets. I'm stoked.

Kristy is on all these committees and has meetings all weekend. She always does important stuff like that.

I'm presently uploading a crap ton of pictures, I have 2 more albums up now and will be working on more if I find time while the interweb is moving along at decent speeds. Here is a link to my Picasa Album in case you forgot it.

I edited the care package page on the Google group. It's sad for me to say this but if you have stuff to send us do it soon soon soon. If you put it off past the middle of June there are chances that we won't get the package. So, don't send us care packages past mid June, this even includes stuff for my birthday. What you can do instead is, take care of us when we get back. We will need a lot of help.

Strange Days

This last few weeks have been a whirl wind of busy. The COS conference was intimidating but informative, there are some pictures that I fully plan on hijacking from another pcv blog
There are more that Ousman posted but, interweb being what it is, I'm gonna leave out the people you don't know.

We successfully held our Study At Home Quiz Bowl. It was a great time, some people won and some people lost. I think the message was heard by the participants and I tried to send it home to the spectators too, but I can't really measure that.

My library project is at a new challenge. We have too many books, and most of them aren't good. One of the problems with charity donations is: when your average Joe doesn't want that dieting book, illiterate and semi-literate kids don't want them either. So if your going to send books, send stuff you would want if you only had 5 books. Back to my story, (sorry for the side rant) We have too many books, I contacted / had others contact about a dozen schools and libraries and hundreds of books will reach thousands of kids through redistribution. I am gonna have find alternative uses for some outdated and unwanted books though. It will be a sad day for books.

I was finally used to do my job as a Teacher Trainer for my high school!!!!!!! This was one of my high points here. I actually was invited to hold a workshop after months of being ignored. I got to about 50% of the staff and hopefully they took away some good info.

That's all for now, see you sooner and sooner every day.

Thousand Mile Wish

We will be staying in a hotel this weekend! I hope it's super nice and they take good care of us. This weekend has a huge focus, going home. It's not as if this isn't often on my mind but this is the time where we officially begin to prepare for our fated departure to the land of the free. We shall be discussing all those scary professional things that exist in the world out there like resumes, job experience, continuing education, and how we can apply the last two years of our lives to all that oh-so-real and serious stuff. PC has some systems in place to quell our fears, most notably the network of Returned Peace Corps Volunteers (RPCV's). I hope we have some good things planned and we will prolly be busy 90% of the time.

We just requested to be able to participate in the mail run for August, we will be making a 5(ish) day journey through the whole country visiting all the PCV's dropping off the things their friends and family's send them.

Every quarter the North Bank Region, the one we live in, tries to do a large group project. This quarter we are focusing on trying to encourage kids to study at home. We are accomplishing this by having a quiz bowl at our individual schools and giving the kids homework. Inshalla, they will want to perform well that day and will study to not look foolish in front of the whole school, and win prizes. Our day is the 17th wish the kids luck.

It's coming down to the end of our window for being able to receive mail, too much past early June and we may not get what is sent.