Pictures from Post

I'm heading back to Fo-Boure tomorrow (after trying to catch a bit of the sox game on the internet...), but I'm sure people are a bit curious about where I live and all that, so, here are some pictures of my town, and other volunteers. Hopefully this will give you all a little better of an idea of where I'm living. I think it really is quite beautiful, even if it is isolated. Actually, the isolation probably helps maintain the landscape of my village. Well, I'll be at post for the next six weeks, working away, molding young minds (no worries, they've already got the boston slang down pat. Here is an example dialogue I taught.

Teacher: Good afternoon class.
Class: Good afternoon, Madame.
Teacher: How is the weather today?
Class: It is wicked hot out today.
Teacher: How 'bout them Sox?
Class: It ain't ovah til it's ovah.
Teacher: What else?
Class: Big Pappi is a god.

so, as you can see, I am keeping busy. Later!

This is my school, in lovely Fo-Boure... though to be fair, when the students "cleaned" up the school yeard, all this lovely green went away, to be replaced by dirt.


This is my humble home, though this was taken on my post visit, so there is now a shower in the front, on the porch.


The Porte de Non Retour, at Ouidah, which is a memorial to those whoe were taken away via the slave trade. I think it is maintained by Unesco. It is actually really an impressive site when you come down to it, following the route the slaves had to walk to the sea.


Me and two of my host sisters, Nellie and Ariane. And this, is my swear-in outfit. It is a traditional outfit called a Boumba. And yes, those are lamps. Our whole group had to be in matching tissue for the ceremony, adn this is what we chose.


The whole TEFL group, all dressed up for swear-in.


So, for all of you who though the Peace Corps was somewhat exclusive....this is our entire group of guys for the 2007 newbies... the night before swear-in.


Well, it is the rainy season...(view from my porch)


The next house over from mine...


A few of the locals...


There's just something about the skies here. The sunsets and the night skies are absolutely breathtaking - this picture does not do it justice.

Some pictures from stage....

Ok, as I have some time now, I thought people might like to see some pictures I hadn't been able to put up.



Well, I'm sorry to say I ate this adorable little bunny... after I made it pose for this cute picture...



This is a Voodoo deity, which we saw in teh King's Sacred Forest in Ouidah. It represents a blending of Christian and Voodoo beliefs... note the incense burner...



This is part of the Porte de Non Retour, a memorial on the beaches of Ouidah. Ouidah was one of the most infamous slave ports in West Africa.



In case you wanted to know where Fo-Boure was...

Still in Benin...

Well, I am still in Benin...

I have survived my 1st three weeks at post! Not too bad. And, since I'm in the mood to list accomplishments, I read 5 books during that time, including Moby-Dick, I have sewn my own curtains, and cleaned everything I own... I had a bit of time on my hands... But, Now school has started and things are picking up. I have over 200 students, divided into four classes, and thus have my work cut out for me, as I would really like all of them to learn a bit of English... (Actually, I'd like them to learn a lot of English.)Today has been my first day since getting to post where I have had internet, electricity, and running water - in other words, I have left post for that haven that is the Parakou workstation. Life is good. Now, my first weeks of post were not without their hiccups. For instance, I wanted to go to the Catholic church in my town, and thus asked someone who spoke a little French what time mass was. She said 10. so, at 9:45, I left to go to church.... I get there, and the Priest is giving out communion, oy. Hurridly, I found an open seat and hoped that no one noticed that the one white person who was in the church had entered it obscenely late, and was now trying to blend in... well, I wasn't doing a very good job. In my self-conscious search for an open seat, I had failed to notice that the church was divided down the middle by men and women. I had, of course, accidently sat on the mens' side. Well, as I didn't notice this for quite a while, I just stayed there, not knowing what else to do, and when mass was over I hurried on out and went home...oops. My next trip to mass was a bit better. I got there at 8:45, as someone else told me that it started at 9, and I was only a little late. Maybe I had better stop asking people who don't own watches what time things are at... Anyways, mass was fine. The priest said it in Bariba, so I just sat there and listened, understanding well, nothing except that he kept mentioning a certain Jesu Chreest, but other than that, it was a nice time to sit and think....until I realized that everyone was turning arround to look at me and point. I just kind of smiled and sat there, until finally someone said Anna - allez-y and pointed to the priest. He had been asking me to come up to the front for a little while, to introduce myself, and I had no idea he was talking to me - I can only say greetings in Bariba. Well, I went up, adn told him I don't speak Bariba, so he told me to speak in french, so I, who am always brilliant when asked to say things on the fly, said, "ikwunundo, Je suis tres heureuse d'etre ici....oui, ca c'est tout." good morning (in bariba)I am very happy to be here.... yes, that is all......yup, I'm sure I made a wonderful first impression. But, I suppose there are much worse things I could have said. Oh, on another note, my name (Anna) means come here in Bariba. Which, everyone thinks is hillarious, and makes a point to say Anna, Anna, to tell me to come there, and I always here my name all over town and get very confused. Well, at least they can pronounce it, and it is certainly easy to remember.

Leaving Lokossa...or really hippos

As the title suggests, I will be leaving Lokossa on Sunday for my post, the tiny Fo-Bourée. I am excited and a wee bit nervous/rather freaked, but I think it's about time for our stage (training) to be over. Anyways, on another note - since I really don't have much more to say about that - Last week me, Rima and Lauren tried to go and see the hippos that live near Lokossa. To do this, we had to first leave around 5:30 and catch Zemis to the tiny village nearby. When we finally managed to find zemis - no one is up at 5:30 - the only ones we could find tried to charge us about ten times the price to get there. They saw of course that we are yovos (foreigners), and that there were clearly no other zems arround, so they figured they'd charge us a crazy price and we'd pay it. We got them don to only double the real price, and settled for that. We finally got to the village, and had to go and find the chief, who in turn had to go and find the person who would take us to see the hippos - all at about 5:45 AM, when it was still mostly dark out.When we were finally ready to get started, our sketchy Zemi drivers decided to follow us and the guide along the path to see the hippos. Ah well. The path was kind of its own little mini advernture. It was maybe three-fourths of a mile long, and was almost entirely made up of mid-calf deep mud, that was covered further by a layer of water from the torrential downpours of the night before - gotta love the rainy season! Not to mention that it is almpost certainly infested with hookworm... Anyways, we got to the lake where the hippos live, and the guide took us out in a dugout canoe, called a pirogue, (not to be confused with a pirogie, though wouldn't that be wonderful right now...). Basically as soon as I sat down, I was bitten by a tiny little bug that hurt more than I could possibly imagined from such a little thing. anyways, my whole knee swelled up, but it didn't spread to the rest of me, so I figured I was good to go. It was a stunning lake,



. we stayed on the lake for about an hour, maybe, didn't see any hippos, though we got to see their various haunts: where they eat at night, where they eat in the morning, and where they eat during the rest of the day. But, although we didn't actually see any hippos, it was still worht the trip, I'd say! Though the walk back through the mud was a bit of a downer, when there was no prospect of hippos to keep us going. But, its ok, since when we got back to the village, the chief brought out a basin of I'm sure pristine water, and our zem drivers washed our feet for us. We werre then treated to a nice early morning pick me up of sodabe (Beninese hard-liquer, think almost everclear. It's that good, and we were on our way home.... Later...

ok, I thought you might like to see me and some of the group in traditional clothing, so enjoy...

Back to work

We've been back in Lokossa for week or so, and have started our model school - basically a free school for stuents so we can practice teaching before we go to post. And I have to say, I am actually liking teaching so far, which is a relief, since if I didn't, I'd be in for a very long couple of years... The classes here are nothing like in the states, though, for example, I have about 50 kids in my class, and somehow it actually works. I'm not saying that kids here are that different from in the US, but put 50 American kids in one class - say about 6th grade, and keep them there for 3 hours teaching one subject, and you would have anarchy. I think. Maybe I'm mistaken, but I just don't see it happening Well, I've got to go, since I have class in a few minutes, but as I'm sure you can tell, my picture didn't load again, so you'll just have to wait to read some more bad English (or just reread some of my entries where I was particularly sloppy with my grammar). - As you can see, I got a few more pictures up, so no more problem....

This, by the way, is from our trip to Ouidah, the home of an infamous slave fort and a center for Voodoo> This is me in the python temple.... I was a wee bit terrified, but I have survived.




Ciao

Post Visit...

I am sitting in the PCV work station (a cool place to sleep, hang out, get fast internet, complete with a guard, fan ice and frozen pizza - not to mention dvds and player.... - and you can do work here- basically I am sitting in mini USA and am loving it)in Parakou right now, waiting with a couple of other stagaires to grab a bus back down to Lokossa. I have to say, I am glad I got to stop here after my post visit for a little break from the whole travel travel thing. It is nice to have seen it for future reference. Oh yeah, the post visit. to start off with, there really is no experience quite like a "bush taxi." You are crammed in a car with at least 8 other people and maybe a goat or duck or something, 18 fulani women,chickens, etc. and travel for hours with no bathroom break (I deffinitely think a kid peed on me to day)And lunch is served now so I may just call it quits for the time being.) But, I'll leave this post with a picture of the back of a CD I saw at my host families. note the english.

3 weeks down, 2 years 5 weeks to go

A couple of nights ago,I was greeted with a scene that, had it happened in the US, would have left me more than a little panicked. I had gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the latrine (which is outside, of course), and when I gt ouside, litterally the enitre ground was covered with cockaroches. There were hundreds of them, just covering the ground and all over the inside of the latrine as well. Considering that until that moment I had only seen one or 2 at a time here, I was rather taken aback, but somehow it wasn't quite as shocking as I would have expected. I asked my host-sister about it the next day and she said they had put poison out, so they were all dead by morning, but they were cretainly very much alive when I went out... Other than that, things qre going well here. I went to the marché with one of my other host-sisters on saturday, and bought a pagne and another good bit of fabric, which I al getting madeinto a shirt and a couple of skirts (all for about 10 US dollars. Class is long, but I'm sure it will all be proven useful whe I get to post... speaking of which, I'll find out where I'll be posted for the next 2 years sometime this week, so wish me luck...

a bunch of TEFL stagaires at a buvette