The first time I visited Korneliskondre, the leadership invited me to their hut and offered me a bowl. It looked, smelled, and tasted exactly like warm vomit. Kasiri a slightly alcoholic beverage made from fermented cassava. After finishing my bowl of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oh, the joys of agrarian life. Nothing like shoving your hands into a bucket of shit to make fertilizer.
I have been formally trained by the US Government on the proper way to assassinate poultry. First, I had to dig a hole for the blood of the chicken to drain into. Then, I had to step on its feet,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Witsanti is the Amerindian village all the volunteers trained at who were assigned to that group of people. I forget the name of the Maroon training site. “White Sands” was a very appropriate name. It was exactly that. Imagine the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Across the board, all the SUR1 volunteers were dicks. They might’ve played nice, but ultimately, dicks. Here we were, SUR3, coming to replace them and pick up where they left off, and this is what happens? Let me lay this[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Flying in a bush plane is no picnic. It’s tiny. And after having the pilot stall out, I was greatly looking forward to being back on solid Earth. But this is not a long, slow, smooth landing. It is basically[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We had a guest speaker/trainer come one day. He was helpful with alternatives to the “Slash and Burn” farming technique used in the jungle. All the volunteers met up at “our” place, Madonna’s, for dinner and invited this guy to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
For our graduation ceremony from the Peace Corps, when we moved from Trainee to Volunteer, we went to the American Ambassador for Suriname’s house, Dennis Hayes (http://www.theemergencegroup.com/our-team). I gave our graduation speech, wore the only dress shirt and tie[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The pilot who flew me to my village was young, and new. The whole flight, I wondered, does this guy know what he’s doing? At one point, the stall light illuminated, which is not a comforting thing. I give him[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Bush planes are TINY. It was my first trip in a vehicle where they weighed me and my stuff before letting me on.
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