Dogs and rats, I still need a cat

All hail the power of puppies. Did you ever know a creature capable of infusing the life around them with so much drama as to rival daytime soap operas? On top of that, they are amazingly resiliant creatures, despite being small and easy to burn.  The puppy is doing beautifuly.  The day after my last blog post, she stopped drooling all the time, the first sign she was able to swallow again.  Then that evening she promptly, and with great enthusiasm, ate 4 coconut cookies, despite them being stale.  I am also happy to say she has put on weight really quickly and is almost back to where she was.

Most of the neighbors all knew what happened, I think, and have been watching her to see when she would start eating again, other people are feeding her too. And, Thursday morning she got an extra special treat....a dead rat! Wooh! And I can hear you thinking, "how did the puppy happen upon an already dead rat first thing in the morning without the other dogs eating it first." Well forge on gentle reader and learn of the consequences of living in Mouse Village.

The first consequence; Mbewa means 'Mouse' and it lives up to its name.  For the past week I have been trying everything in my power to kill a certain mouse (more like a small rat).  At first I was just setting the trap but after a couple unsucessful nights, I decided the trap wasn't sensitive enough and tried different ways of leaving it so it would snap easily.  Still nothing.  This was one smart rat, she even had some attitude.  One morning I woke up and saw her sitting on the chair next to my bed!  As is the case with rats and mice, they climb on things and leave little 'gifts' everywhere for you to find.  On the table, dishes, etc. ugh, lots of washing in lots of hot water.

Then, Thursday morning, we hit the final straw.  I was laying in bed at about 6:30 and I hear something making tons of noise with a plastic bag.  At first I thought it was a toad.  They live in here too and if there is a bag on the ground they will sit in it, I don't know why.  But the bag was, instead, being pulled under the cabnet! This cupboard/bureau/closet/cabnet, holds, probably, a good 80% of all things deemed valuable that I brought from the US.  I do not need a rat getting in it.

Needless to say, I was angry.  Not only was this the same animal who had given me so much grief over the past week, but she had the audacity to sleep in the same room as me! I was being mocked by this creature who had evaded capture for so long she was now daring to come out when the sun was up! That was the last straw.  I got up out of bed and went to the living/dining room and proceeded to get my Panga knife (read: Machette) and a 4 foot section of bamboo (read: Friggin' Big Stick or FBS).  I now believed myself ready to do battle. This was to be a no-holds-barred, winner takes all, steel cage judo death match.

I closed the door.  Only one of us was getting out alive and it wasn't going to be the rat. 

I jammed the  FBS under the cabnet and the rat came running out, towards me.  I dropped the knife and stick.  These guys are a lot bigger up close. Then, for a few minutes we proceeded to play a strange game of Whack a Rat.  I think there is a similar version of this played in video arcades and ChuckeCheese through out America.  This one is different. The rules are simple, winner gets the house, and is played something like this;

Stick is shoved under cabnet, rat runs toward you (and the door), realizes the door is closed, turns and runs back under the cabnet.  While the rat is engaged in all this moving about, and quick calculations in basic physics, I am busy swinging my panga knife at the spot exactly where she was 2 seconds ago.  The rat was winning. Which sucks beacuse I like my house.

After a few minutes of this, she decided to try running the opposite direction where the panga knife couldn't reach.  The panga couldn't, the FBS could.  She jumped on the top my backpack and the stick found its target.  A couple swift cracks and I was sans a roommate.  Do I feel bad about beating something to death, kinda, am I more glad to not have a rat, definitely!

So I took the carcass outside where Puppy was sitting, waiting for her morning coconut cookies.  Imagine her shock to see a nice fresh pile of meat! Forget the Wheaties, this is way to start your day! And that is how I killed my first thing like the Malawian's do. You want a really good story, go talk to Jay, he chopped the head off a Black Mamba he found in his house, but I'm still proud. Killed the rat and fed a starving puppy, good day.

Other things that puppies are good at is inspiring high tensity situations.  Henery's dog had 6 puppies about a week ago, and she is a good mother, very very protective.  She has to be, a monitor lizard would eat a puppy if it found them, kids are mean too, it isn't a very safe place here for a tiny little thing.  So the other day I was at Henery's and the goats came running in the yard.  As I have said before, goats are one of the most destructive natural forces on this planet and I didn't want them tearing up the garden we have been working on.  So I went around to get them back out.  The children followed and ended up watching from beside the den the mother dog was using, bad idea, as Henery says, "she is hot tempered".  I come walking around the house, pulling a goat, just in time to see the dog leap at one of the kids.  The little girl hits the ground screaming and the dog is tearing at her shirt.  I am now dragging the goat as fast as I can, get to the dog and the kid, thwack the dog on the side, with another FBS, and she runs off. 

The kid gets up, unhurt, just scared, and momma goes back to her babies a hour later.  Don't freak out, I have hit my brothers harder than I hit the dog.  They get chased and hit so much here that really all you have to do is tap them and they know the next one will be serious. 

You should have seen how the Malawians reacted! Margret, Henery's wife, told everyone who visited that I hit the dog and saved the kid.  Typically, the PCVs are telling people to stop hitting the dogs, not the other way around.  But you know what, I wouldn't have tolerated that from a dog in America either.  The line is biting, you go to attack someone and there will be consequences, it doesn't matter where the dog is from.    

So yeah, all that aside, things have been pretty quiet here. Maybe I need a cat, then I don't have to worry about puppies and all the drama they bring with them.

Where There Is No Kitchen

A great many books and articles are written with similar titles; Where there is no...road, hotel, toilet paper, doctor, dentist etc. but to my knowledge, the kitchen has been left out.  Which I find to be strange at best and a dissapointment at worst.  One of the favortie questions asked by friends and family is, "But what do you eat?!"

A typical reply is usually, "Whatever slows down long enough." Which isn't exactly true and probably warrents further consideration.  If you think about it, from an American perspective, it is a logical question.  There is no refrigeration, freezers, crisper drawers, tap water, or shelves and shelves of canned food.  Think about that next time you open the fridge, "There's nothing to eat!" I bet you that, unless you are a college student, in which case there very well may be nothing, I can make probably 4-5 decent meals out of "nothing".

So what do I eat.  Well thanks to the fact that I am not the first volunteer at my site, I came to a house with lots of great stuff left behind.  It's the little things that make all the difference, a few bags of pasta, some rice, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, honey, powdered cream, spices galore, actual ketchup, and believe it or not, 3 packets of Kraft Ranch dressing which I am itching to use.  So, to all who came before and left little goodies along the way, I say thank you.

That being taken into account, all that is missing are the veggies, fruit and various forms of protein. Almost all of which must by bought in the boma.  What exactly does this entail?

Veggies: Eggplant, carrots, green peppers, onions, tomatos, mustard greens, chinese cabbage, green beans, potatoes, sweet potatoes, squash. Currently I have to buy all these, everything in the garden is still under 3 inches tall.

Fruit: This catagory is extremly season dependent, Avocado and Guava season just ended (booooo!, I could eat those forever), Papayas are ripe, mangos are starting to flower now, pineapple in December-ish, Topito is starting (which I am looking forward to trying), Oranges and lemons are still going strong, bananas are a year round food and cheap

Protein: eggs (can be bought in the village sporadically and are a little more expensive), beans (still haven't tried, too long to cook on paraffin during a fuel shortage), soya 'meat' (not bad, not that great, cheap, easy), fish (easy to get, fresh, dried, canned, buy in the village, boma or open a packet of tuna from mommy!), chicken (haven't bought yet, can be bought frozen in boma), goat/beef (expensive and a little sketchy to be honest), peanut butter (I go through about a jar a week), last but not least at all is the protein powder sent from home

All right, now what? What is a typical day like?

Breakfast- usually this consists of bananas and peanut butter and a cup of tea with cream and sugar.  For the full effect, best eaten outdoors while watching the Sunbirds in the nearby trees. On Boma days it's oatmeal with a spoonful of peanut butter and Nutella, really good.  If I happen to plan things and have eggs left, I may have eggs and spam (thanks dad!).

Lunch- More often than not this is the protein powder mixed with some powdered milk.  Unless I am out and about, then lunch is whatever.  On boma days it is chicken, rice, and greens. If I am at a neighbors house it will be nsima and any one of the following, fish boiled or fried, gutted but eaten whole, beans, greens, maybe chicken if you are lucky.

Dinner- This is the most open to change.  For instance last night was mac'n'chese a la Malawi. For the Malawians, if you haven't eaten nsima you haven't eaten, for me if I haven't eaten a tomato I haven't eaten.  Veggies are for dinner! More often than not there is a tomato, and half a green pepper and half an onion in some form, these are usually the basis for dinner and it is built around them.  Usually they are sauteed and set aside to be mixed in with something later. 

The "something" usually goes one of 4 ways, eggplant, fish, soya, or eggs.  Eggplant is peeled, sliced, well salted and left to sit for about 20 minutes.  The resulting bitter liquid in the bottom of the bowl is poured off and the eggplant rinsed twice and lightly squeezed to remove excess liquid. Then they are fried lightly in olive oil.  Fish typically consists of pilchards, sardines, or tuna from home and is added to the veggies, really simple.  Soya is soaked in water for about 20 minutes then cooked until soft, add to veggies. Eggs will be boiled, scrambled, fried, whatever I feel like, and added to the veggies.

Seasoning here can make an entire meal.  Everything gets salt and pepper, regardless.  After that you are limited only by your creativity.  I am lucky, I have a really well stocked spice shelf and my rule is to use 3 different bottles each time.  Calfornia seasoning goes well on fish, basil goes great with anything, paprika and chili powder are good on pasta, and on and on.  You try some pretty wacky combinations here.  Flavor takes on a whole new meaning when you don't have any.

Food here is very simple, very basic.  Spices and flavor packets can make your world so much brighter.  Something you have made one hundred times before can be completely new if you just grab a different bottle.  Most of it is good, some of it doesn't work so well. For instance, too much oregano with the Mexican seasoning is a little weird.  But the good stuff sticks with you, like Mac'n Cheese a la Malawi;

boil macaroni noodles, drain, leaving a little water, add some powdered milk, kraft powdered cheese from a real box of mac' cheese, and a glob of a butter like substance known as 'Blue Band', mix well. To taste, season with salt, pepper, parmisan cheese (a God send!), parsley, basil, paprika, and/or chili powder. Once mixed to desired taste, add one packet of salmon, enjoy! Best if eaten by candle light, a headlamp, or moonlight, outside, and with a robust powdered drink mix, I recommend a raspberry/lemonade, vintage, of course (read as: mixed 2 days ago in a nalgene, left in the sun, and forgotten about).    

You will also notice there are no units of measurement.  Six months ago the prospect of cooking without a measuring cup would have made me resort to take-out.  Now I feel like it adds to the excitement.  The leading culinary thought here for cooking, rice, for instance, goes a little like this; add water to pot.  You don't really know how much you need but that ought to do it.  Add rice, again, you don't know how much will give you the proper ratio but that ought to do it. You know that probably won't cook up to very much, here's some more, eeh...little more....eeh, and there's some more for good measure.

Once this cooks up it will consist of roughly enough rice to have fed Atilla and his huns on their Westward conquest of Eurasia.  The left overs from that, probably would have gotten Hannable's elephants over the Alps and into Rome.  Had this happened, the fall of Rome would have come a good deal sooner and changed the course of history as we know it.  So as you can see there is great potential and a good deal of power to be had in cooking without measuring cups, I highly recommend it.

So there you have it.  Eating out...waaaayyy out.  It doesn't have to be fancy and if you can think a little before hand it is actually pretty easy to do.  So get up, throw out those measuring cups and just wing it America! You never know what you can make!

Waxing Poetic From a Wicker Chair

The following words, lept, nay, demanded to be put to paper after observing real events.  I give you, a hunt.

Observe Death

Observe Death, he is in fine form

His body strong, his tail taught

Observe Death, his balance unmatched

On such uneven ground, he defies gravity

Observe Death, his movements silent

Each footfall placed, noiselessness, easy to achieve

Observe Death, his final blow

Jaws close, a life is crushed

Observe Death, the skilled hunter

Though you are but a gecko,

Can you afford less zeal in the hunt,

Than a lion?

Yup, watched a gecko eat a cricket and he got a poem about it.  He was very patient.  After stalking his prey for the better part of five minutes he finally reached his goal.  The cricket was less happy about the outcome but he put up a brave fight.

We're Not In Kansas Anymore

I wonder how Dorothy actually felt when she came to that realization.  We all remember watching Judy Garland walk around, holding Toto, stunned by Munchkin Land.  And right off the bat she knew that geographically she wasn't where she used to be, but they never touch on how she dealt with culture shock.  From everythying I saw, she took it all in stride, after all, she got to bring her dog with her.

Ah the dog.  Man's best friend, or so I'm told in my culture.  One of the first things told to us was, "People here don't treat dogs like we do.  Get ready for it." So you hear it, constantly, and you try and brace for impact, knowing that it is coming.  And it starts slow, maybe a kid throws a rock at a dog, or boots one back, keeping them at arms length with a stick the whole time.  So far, nothing had amounted to what we would consider actual abuse.  I was feeling pretty good about things.  If this was a bad as it got then bring it on, this was not as bad as I thought.  I didn't think hard enough.

Last week I went to Salima on Friday, we don't have the Peace Corps bank here and that is the closest one, so I took a night in Salima.  Whenever I get back from a trip, the first person to say, "hi" is the puppy.  She belongs to my neighbors and is about 5 months old.  One of the people at my neighbors is Ifa (I think that is how you spell it) aka- crazy person, the puppy belongs to his little brother.  Puppy stole a fish (all 2 inches of it, maybe, if it was big) from the pot while it was cooking. As punishment, crazy person, lights one of the other fish on fire, open puppy's mouth, inserts fish, and proceeds to hold puppy's mouth shut. 

When I first got back I thought she had rabies.  She had lost a ton of weight, not that she had a lot to begin with, and was drooling everywhere, she can't swallow her own saliva.  I've tried everything, rice, pasta, fish, soy pieces, protein powder, milk, etc etc etc. Nothing.  So yesterday I decided to survey the damage, clamped her between my legs and held her mouth open.  I think about half of the mass of her tounge had burned away and her mouth was sloughing off decaying tissue and it keeps forming a ball behind her front teeth.  I have disected things that didn't smell this bad. 

And there is nothing you can do. No vet, no supplies, no IV drip to re hydrate her, no way to tube her and put somthing in her stomach. Nothing.  I'm not used to feeling this helpless when it comes to my animals. All I do is hold my breath and wait to see if she shows up each morning.  I don't think she has eaten anything in 6 days. 

Please don't think that everyone here is like that though, Benson and Henery and everyone I have talked to are mad with him.  No one is happy with it.

And to the list of things I am not happy about you can add, "Price for Labor".  One of the reasons to go to the bank was to get money to pay people for supplies for my brand new garden fence, grass, bamboo, etc.  Then I had to pay Benson for labor.  Boy, did I screw this up.  First, we didn't discuss a price before hand, second I didn't ask anyone what is right for day labor, third, I just paid him and didn't ask about it. Benson said 4000 kwacha and I flinched a little but I said ok.  Lated I was talking to Henery and he said that at the most it should be 200 for a full 8 hours of work.  Yup, got really ripped off by my neighbor and friend. 

So how does Dorothy feel about culture shock. Shocked.  You keep hearing, "You will see abuse, you will see abuse, you will see abuse." And you imagine senarios, but nothing is like real life. 

Getting to Mbewa I was so happy! No one was saying, "Azungu!" or following me everywhere asking for 20 kwacha like at the market.  I felt accepted, I let my guard down.  Never, ever forget, you are the azungu, you are rich, it doesn't matter that you really can't afford to throw away an extra 4000 kwacha.  If someone loses their cell phone in the river, you should expect to hear about it.  I just didn't expect to pay for it. 

I guess I was being naive.  You think, not in my village, they've had volunteers for 4 years.  They should know everything comes through Peace Corps and I can't just give money out. Wrong. You are white.  Peace Corps or not, you can pay for it.  And if someone thinks they see and opening they will take it, even friends.  Not trying to be bitter, just a bad couple days.  Sorry, I'll be perky for you later. The spot of light in the week? Henery's dog had her puppies, 3 days old and adorable!  Yes I have pictures, no worries.

The Merry Month of May in Malawi

First off, I would like to say that I am really really really sorry (mom) for not posting an update before now. I have had internet access but not enough time to do an update. I will also take this moment to say that after talking to several people they think the flash drive was removed from my letter home because of legal reasons. Apparently you can't put anything bulky in envelopes. So a few people here think it happened at a US post office. We may have to come up with a new way to get movies home, don't worry, I'm working on it.
Anyway, what has happened since I last spoke with you. Well quite a bit actually. My other post 'SITE VISIT' will fill in what happened in the end of April. So I'll pause for a minute while you all go catch up on April.

Read it all? Good, now onto May. Caution, it's a looooooong post!


Unlike May in Colorado, May in Malawi is nice and toasty, snow free and beautiful. For those of you planning on visiting I highly recommend May and June, which it slightly cooler, say 60^o-ish.

Over the last few days of April and the first week of May, I had an amazing visitor. I am the third PCV at my site. I am replacing a married couple, Karen and Carl, who replaced Susan. Now, the amazing thing is that Susan was actually in Malawi! She was back in Malawi doing work on her Master's thesis about farming and farming practices in Malawi. So almost everyday for a week she came to Mbewa from the Boma and I got the hang out, observe and pick her brain. This was amazing, at the most I was hoping to find email for the other PCVs and maybe say hi. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be meeting one of them here in the village. It was so good to just watch interactions with the villagers and just talk. It really did a lot to put to rest many fears and questions I had during that first week. Another thing Susan did was to bring a bicycle taxi ambulance for Mbewa. Basically, it is a nice new bike with a stretcher on wheels that is pulled behind it. Doesn't sound like much, but it is a lot cooler in person, and because we are so far from the nearest hospital, has definite life saving properties to it.

While Susan and I were on our way to Grace Piri's house to do and interview, Benson came up and told us that he had heard on the radio that they had killed Osama Bin Laden. Wow, we had to get that repeated a few times to make sure we heard it right. It was definitely news here. Everyone I talked to had the opinion that he was a "bad man" and that is where the conversation stopped. It is hard to talk about those things when, according to Peace Corps, you are supposed to have all the political clout of a bowl of jell-o.



Anyway, a couple days later, on the 4th I got a phone call from PC about attending a training in Senga Bay. Senga is along the South West part of Lake Malawi not too far from the town of Salima. I was really excited, we were finally going to get the HIV/AIDS training that many of us felt was kind of slack at pre-service training. That, and it was a trip to the beach, and I would get reimbursed for travel, extra special cool! So, at 1am on the 9th, the day I am supposed to go, I wake up freezing cold. I go get my long pants, long sleeve shirt, extra blanket, and my hoodie. I felt sore and achey all over and couldn't get back to sleep for 2 hours. When I finally did wake up again I was burning up and now slightly nausious, things were not looking extra special cool. So I took my temperature (101oF) and sent a text to our wonderful Dr. Max and began packing to go.



Dr. Max called me back and I gave him a run down of the symptoms hoping he would tell me to take a very powerful medication making me feel better quickly. He didn't. Max decided it was viral and the only thing to do was take some Ibuprofen. So I began to eat those like skittles. And sat in my house trying to decide what to do. I didn't tell Max that I was supposed to be going to Senga for fear that the verdict would be "Stay home and sleep." So my first thought was, "what would mom and dad do?"

Mom would say, "eat crackers and take little sips of water."
I did, and it helped a lot. I also sucked the juice out of an orange and that perked me up considerably.
Dad's medical suggestions come in two forms, "Take two benedryl and a shot of Wild Turkey and go back to bed." or "Grit your teeth and bare it."

Well that first bit of advice was impractical for a number of reasons, I didn't have any alcohol and if I did, the resulting coma would definitely keep me from going to Senga, or showing sign of life for 8 hours. So I ignored the former and did the latter.



My thinking ended up being, "I'll probably feel better in a day and will hate myself if I ended up staying here just to feel better tomorrow. Also, if I am dying of malaria or some other tropical disease I will be that much closer to the doctors."

So I hauled myself to the road, and two hours later finally got a hitch to NKK (Nkhotakota). The mini-bus ride to Salima was slow, the driver only reached speeds of any real interest for a few brief minutes, in which we kit and killed a goat. I was sitting in the front seat. We were flying along, probably close to 60 mph, and we begin coming up, rather quickly, on three goats in the road. Two moved, one didn't. There was a very audible and palpable "SMACK" as the kid's head hit the bumper. I gasped, hands over my mouth, bug eyed as we continued down the road, the driver thought is was hilarous. Apparently, there was evidence of this occurance firmly entrenched in the grill, because at the police checkpoint people were pointing at the front of the mini-bus and saying "mbuzi" (goat). urgh.



So I finally got to Salima, found Peace Corps transport and headed to Carolina resort at Senga Bay. All told there were quite a few of us, maybe 13. I am not going to try and name everyone because I know I will leave someone out and it will come back to bite me in the butt. Anyway, training ended up being more of a meeting. We talked about what kind of HIV/AIDS training people didn't get that they felt they should have, and what should be improved. When were not in training we were in the water. Senga Bay was beautiful, and you know what, I did feel better the next day. The beach was great, nice sandy beaches, good waves, lots of sun and wind. Tragically however, training came to and end on the 11th of May and we were bused back to LLW (Lilongwe). Once in LLW a bunch of us had some things to find, I needed termite poision among other things. So some of us ended up spending the night at Mufasa's Lodge.



The next day I went to the dentist to have him look at a tooth that was really hurting. It ended up being a receeding gum line from brushing too hard, so I left with instructions on how to brush and not enough time to go home. So I spent another day in LLW with Alysia, Eric, Michael, and Adam, who came up from his site near Dedza to hang out. The next day I headed to the post office with Ellie because we both recieved package slips at the PC mail room. I got there at 8am, two hours later, we each walked out with 4 boxes. While contemplating how exactly to get all this home, we walked past a PC transport van that was actually headed to Ellie's site. She has been having trouble with bed bugs and they were headed up to do some work on it. So I got free transport half way home! After I got dropped off I condensed all the contents of one box into my backpack and carried the other three onto a mini-bus headed for NKK. Once there I paid too much for a ride to my village in a car, I didn't really care though, I was tired and wanted to get home. And since I didn't pay for half of the journey home I still came out ahead.

The boxes made it feel like Christmas, it was great! Books, short wave radio, speakers for the iPod, a frying pan, the Sunday funnies, magazines, my flute, protein powder, and salmon! Salmon, tuna, spam, and beef jerky, yay! Protein here is basically eggs, beans, or soy. Chicken and beef is expensive and hard to get back to site.
On Thursday the 19th I biked to Jesi's site (20 miles round trip! Ack! My butt bones hurt!) and set up my new mailing address with the secondary school here. So here you go folks:

Mary Emanuel, PCV
Kasamba CDSS
Private Bag 7
Nkhotakota, Malawi
Africa

While I was with Jesi, we went in to the Boma and did some shopping and had lunch. One of the things I picked up was battery acid. I bought a 12 volt motorcycle battery while I was in LLW, they come charged but they don't come with acid in them. After being very careful with a highly corrosive liquid, I got it all poured in and the little green light on the plug came on! So reason #642 and #643 why my site is awesome, 12 volt DC power and an American outlet! Dad, it is awesome and it actually works, thank you! Since it came fully charged I am going to use it until it runs out before I hook it up to the solar cell to find out how long I can go on a single charge.

The next day I headed off to the cluster meeting at Kamuzu Academy for the weekend with Collin, Tom, Eric, Alysia and Michael. I had heard good things about the Academy and was looking forward to go.

The school is big and makes you feel like you stepped into England, but with weird trees. This is where the rich kids of Malawi go to school, they all wear skinny jeans, carry iPods, and take manditory latin and ancient greek. A little shocking coming from village life. Alysia and I were invited on an educational tree walk with one of the classes. The kids were roughly equivalent to middle schoolers, I think, and therefore were completely disintrested in anything the teacher, Andrew, was talking about. He actually asked my opinion of one of the students. A girl who had demanded to be allowed to change shoes half way through the lecture, ("But sir I just want to put on my pumps!") and presented herself with a very standoffish, aloof demeanor. I flat out told him in front of the class that she had an attitude, the kids were stunned! I think I embarassed her. Serves her right, she should pay more attention.

Later, the two of us were invited to Andrew's place for dinner and we were not disapointed at all. Dinner consisted of, a really good mystery soup, rice, chicken, green beans, boiled greens, feta cheese, real butter, and a really good Chardonnay, all rounded out with peppermint tea afterwards. It was one of the best dinners I've had since getting here. Andrew was nice, he is from England and has been teaching in Malawi for 8 years. We all chatted for a while. Just a nice calm evening.
Later, back at our rooms we tried to watch a movie on Michael's laptop but, due to the horrible movie choice, by a certain someone who shall remain nameless, that killed the evening in a big way, we all went to bed. You know who you are and you will never live that down...ever. Not unless you make us more mandazi (really awesome sweet batter with banana fried in oil).

Saturday we went swimming and saw more of the school and did some shopping so we could feed ourselves and ended up making a soup like substance which we put over pasta and had with salad, mandazi, and some of my Thin Mints from home. Otherwise a quiet evening, went to bed.

Sunday, I had to get up early and leave for two reasons. One, I had to get back to Mbewa for my welcoming ceremony,and two, traveling on Sunday is a pain and takes forever, most everyone is in church. In the words of Murphy's Law, however, if something can go wrong, it will. I got on a mini-bus at 8am, 5 hours later I completed the 80 or so kilometers to get home, ouch. Also, I come to find out that it rained, for almost a whole day here, kinda weird for this time of year. So the party was cancelled. ARGH!!!

This time of year everyone is harvesting rice, and saving a crop comes before my party, so that has been pushed back until who knows when. Everyone felt bad about it too. They knew traveling on Sunday is a pain and I had things at Kamuzu going on, but oh well. Plan for the worst, hope for the best. And I learned something new, never do anything that requires travel on Sunday.

On Monday the 23rd I got to name a baby! Grace Piri, one of Benson's wives, had a baby girl Friday night while I was at Kamuzu Academy. I named her Hannah. Then, Benson decided he wanted a middle name too. Well there I was stuck, I hadn't given that any thought at all. The only name I could come up with that worked was Jo. So the newest member of Mbewa village is Hannah Jo Piri. Takulandirani Hannah! (You are most welcome) Hopefully pictures will make it to facebook soon.

After naming Hannah, the next few days were heavy with activity at home. Benson and I patched the cracks in my cement floor and did the fence for my garden to keep out kids (both human and goat), dogs and chickens. Hopefully pictures will follow soon but probably not until some time in July when I may be back in Lilongwe.

Anyway, we had a meeting with Total Land Care, one of the NGO's here in Malawi, on Tuesday the 31st in Malomo. It was mostly just a meet and greet, what projects they do, how Peace Corps can work with them, different goals etc. I plan on talking with them more later in the week but we'll see how it all plays out.

So that wraps up the merry month of May. If you actually read all of that then you probably have too much time on your hands or are procrastinating something. But congratulations anyways, I know it is a lot to read, but you wanted details and you got 'em so next time be careful what you wish for. Hopefully things will settle down more and I can get to posting more regularly. In the mean time, my door is always open if you ever happen to find yourself in Africa.

Love you all lots and miss you!

Mary
P.S.- Currently it is the first day of June and guess what! I saw my first Green Mamba! Wooh! He climed my fence and went up into the mango tree. Yes I got pictures!

Site Visit

When I last left you, gentle reader, I was in Lilongwe headed North to Nkhotakota, and my site at Mbewa village. Nkhotakota is the name of my district and Boma. The Boma is best dscribed at the "capital" of a district, where the government buildings are. Anyway, the PCV I was assigned to shadow was Jesi who lives a mear 13 kilometers or so from me and is my nearest PC neighbor.

We left Lilongwe in a mini-bus headed to the Salima turnoff then North on the M18 to Nkhotakota. All together I think it took about 4 hours. Once at the Boma (Nkhotakota), we dropped our stuff off with George at the internet cafe. The guys there are awesome and watched all our stuff while we were eating lunch, shopping for dinner and getting the tour. There are two flush toilets in Nkhotakota, one is at the internet cafe, the other is at the BP gas station. The guys there are nice too, and they have cold Cokes and Fanta.

After getting our stuff back we proceeded to walk to Jesi's house while ignoring the calls of, "what is your name?" "Where are you going?" "Give me your bottle." and "Give me 20 Kwacha." mostly from kids and teenagers.

Jesi has a nice house, she is an education volunteer and leaves Malawi in another 5 months I believe. We hung out at her place until Monday the 11th when we ventured to my house! I live a long way out and there are three ways to get there, hitch, ride a bike, or walk. Walking sucks as I later learned, but I digress. Anyway, hitches can be hard to find and we didn't have two bikes so we opted for a couple of bike taxis. Basically, there is a platform mounted on the back of a bike and you sit on it while someone pedels you around. Yes, mom, it's completely safe. So we got the taxies and made it to Mbewa. We were greeted by my neighbor, Benson, who speaks pretty good english, and he brought us to my house.

Folks, I am glad to say, my site is amazing! I have mango and papaya trees, flowers everywhere and two perfect spots for garden beds. The house has three rooms, living room/dining room, bed room, and storage. And, best of all, the room were full of stuff! Good stuff too! Beds, chairs, a cabinet, book shelves complete with books, spices, buckets, pots, pans, dishes, parafin, a tempermental stove, and on and on and on! I would like to give a shout out to Karen and Carl, the PCVs I am replacing, if you ever read this, thank you for leaving everything in such great shape. I was not expecting to get something this nice!

After hanging out for a couple hours we hitched a ride back to Jesi's house. On Tuesday we went to the Boma bright and early so I could get food to bring to site. We parted ways, me going to Mbewa and her, going to Tanzania for vacation. This is where Mary pulled a stupid. I decided to walk. Now I live 16 km (10 miles) out of the boma, maybe 3 km from Nkhotakota Game Reserve, it's a hike. My train of thought went something like, "walk a little ways and when you get tired just grab a bike taxi." Problem; the bike taxis are harder to find the farther you get from the Boma. By the time I realized this I think I had walked 12-13 km and my feet hurt, I was tired, sunburned, and the kids still wanted 20 kwacha. Finally I passed a funeral. Now, to signal that there is a funeral, the people place branches on the road near the house. If someone is on a bike they get off and walk past the funeral. I happed to find the one bike taxi in the area and rode for the last few km home. Once home, Benson stopped by to check on me and inform me that the Chief would be coming by to meet me tomorrow.

Wednesday, Benson and his brother, Chief Mbewa came over. Thankfully Benson could translate and we chatted for a while about where I was from, where I had been in Malawi, other trainees, how long I would be there for, what Karen and Carl did, and what they want to start on. After the meeting, Benson took me on a walk to see the local primary school and bridge put in by Karen and Carl. We kept walking and came to my local lake, Lake Chilingali, but the locals call it Lake Chikukutu. It has hippos (Bhoko) and crocodiles (Ng'ona), I didn't get a chance to see them but I think I will someday. After the super long walk, I went home and hung out for the rest of the day. A student in secondary school stopped by later in the afternoon. His name is Blessings, and he wants help with biology, and physics so we'll see what I can do.

Thursday, we went to see the other half of the village between me and the game reserve. Our first stop was the waterfall. Yup, I have waterfalls. They aren't really big or anything, but they have a lot of character. So we walked along the edge of the reserve and tried to find the baboons (Nyani), we could hear them but couldn't catch up. We did see where they had ripped a bunch of peanuts out of a woman's field and ate them. They also showed me where the elephants come out of the reserve and eat people's corn and casava. I really hope I get to see the elephants but I know I will see the baboons, they come sit in the trees near my house during mango season, yay! After this really long walk I once again proceeded to crash at home. After crashing I decided to feed myself. While eating, my attention turned to rustling in the grass near the fence. Nile Monitor lizard! Super cool! He was about 2 feet long and mad...but I took his picture anyway. The three dogs hanging out at my house went to see what I was looking at and began to fight it! You really only see stuff like that on National Geographic or Animal Planet. I was half expecting Steve Irwin to jump out of a tree and go, "Crikey! He's a might agitated!" But he got away from the dogs and climbed the fence and ran off. Interesting afternoon.

Friday I left Mbewa and headed for Mchinji and language intensive week. Language intensive for my group took place at the Kayesa Inn. We were there with a handfull of language instructors and we did Chichewa lessons everyday for a week. It was hard, but productive. At the end of the week we had to give a presentation on some topic related to our sector. So since I am an environment volunteer topics for me include building a mud stove, composting, tree planting, etc, anything to do with the environment really.
So I was preparing my presentation on tree planting when I realized that I really didn't want to to a presentation on trees, or stoves for that matter. So I found Chrissy, my language instructor, and got some help on a new presentation, about animals in Malawi. I actually liked it and thought there was potential to not suck. So I spent a ton of time memorizing and reciting by myself to make sure I knew the language. Come to find out that during the presentations everyone is clapping and cheering after almost every sentence. So what do I do, I panic. Normally, I get nervous during presentations and I talk really really fast, that is considerably harder when you have a tenuous grasp of the language in which you are speaking.

So instead of the adrenelin making me talk faster it all went to my stomache and I locked up and had the worst case of nerves I have ever had. As Alysia put it, "Could that have looked any more painful?" My train of thought was not just de-railed, it was straifed my enemy aircraft. It was really bad. But it did eventually end and my stomache stopped doing flip-flops an hour later. Everyone else did really well, I'm so proud of our group.

The last day of language intensive, a group of Ngoni traditional dancers came and gave a performance. It was really cool. The outfits were made entierly of animal skins. I think in the course of a few hours I was able to identify; baboon, vervet monkey, civit, savannah cat, bushbaby, rock hyrax, mongoose, sable antelope, cerval, hyena, small spotted genet, striped polecat, and possibly buffalo. It was so cool to see so much biodiversity in one location at the same time. Oh yeah, the dancing was really neat too, I have pictures and videos.

Once we got back to Dedza we took our final language exam. Really all you do is talk with a trainer for as long as you can in Chichewa before you start to talk in nonsense. I must have done something right or learned at least one thing new because I tested at Intermediate: High, exactly where we need to be. Weird.
On the 26th of April we went to Lilongwe to the US Ambassador's house for swearing in. That place is amazing, and I am looking forward to going back on the 4th of July. The next day we were back in Lilongwe to do shopping for our sites then back at Dedza to pack everything up. I got back to site on the 28th with all my stuff, and let me say that the prospect of not living out of a bag is thrilling!

And that closed out April.

Until next time, I love you all very much! (Megan thank you for the phone calls!)

Kuno Ku Malawi,
Mary