The most used mode of transportation as a Peace Corps Volunteer is by foot. We walked everywhere. Miles. Miles upon miles of walking. I had tennis shoes for the most part. In the village, I usually wore my Tevas. One[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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After a long ride on the barge, we transferred to a motorized canoe. But, I did get to take a little daytime ride by paddle the next day. Not an easy thing to paddle a canoe for a long distance.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My own journey to Korneliskondre involved a DJ bus, followed by a barge ride. We strung our hammocks up and swayed along for a few hours. I enjoyed Chupa Chups and had a pretty good ride.
Everyone had their own way to get to their village from town. I never did get the pleasure of riding in a DAF truck, but it’s a long, BUMPY ride on a dirt road. Not for those with lower back[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This was all over the place. People had stone walls surrounding their homes and embedded into the top were broken bottles. It was a little unnerving. But, considering the recent coups and military presence, I suppose a necessity.
I don’t know who they were, or why they did it, but there was a group a women who would sweep the streets. It was as futile as it sounds, but they did it anyway. I appreciated it. But there[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This isn’t my story, but it was too good to not add. One of the other volunteers had an interaction with Superbum. Apparently, he was whacking it while belting out some Bon Jovi.
I have this thing where homeless people always target me. Same goes for salespeople. Anyway, there was this one homeless guy I called Super bum. He was if nothing else determined. It’s an odd thing to be living in a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
There was a community pool in town and we all went there one day. It was nice. There was some funky algae at the bottom, but, meh. While we were swimming, a bat chased a bug into the pool. And[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
One time while I was riding the bus, some poor kid had to sit next to me, the big scary White Spider Monkey. I was staring out the window, when I felt something on my arm. I turned down to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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