Cookie Day in Cameroon

Given the fact that everyday is accompanied by sweltering heat, it really hasn’t felt much like Christmas for me here in Sanguéré-Paul.  So I decided to bring a little Bennett family tradition (and possibly the most important tradition) to my house here in the village:  Cookie Day. 

Every December for as long as I can remember, my Mom and I would choose one day to ignore everything else in life and just make Christmas cookies.  All. Day. Long.  She’d take a day off of work, I’d take a day off of school (shhh…), and if my brothers were home, we’d banish them from the kitchen and send them off to go bowling.

We’d start the day no later than 8AM, and we’d have a tight schedule right up until dinnertime or beyond.  After all, Cookie Day is serious business.  We’re talkin’ chocolate chip cookies, Hershey kiss cookies, Pennsylvania dutch chocolate cookies, zebra cookies, buckeyes, pizelles, peppermint bark, peppermint pinwheels, seven layer bars, toffee bars…gosh, the list just goes on and on!  We would make cookies until we just couldn’t stand it anymore, and by the end of the night our counters would be lined by little bundles of happiness and every tupperware and tin would be stuffed full of joy.

Well, when I heard that this year I was being replaced by my brother Mike (UGH!), I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I HAD to have a Cookie Day of my own.  I decided to set up the Dutch oven, put on some Christmas music, and bake cookies all day long.

To make an oven when all you've got is a little rinkydink stove top, you need a big giant pot like this one.

Then you put in some sand and little tin cans like this to prop up your baking dish.  (Luckily for me, mine was already set up by the last volunteer.  All I had to do was brush aside the lizards that had made it their home).  Next, I put my cookies in a 9-inch cake pan, put the cake pan in the "oven", cover it, and wait!

Unfortunately with this method, you can only make about 7 small cookies at a time, so cakes are probably easier to deal with.  Which is why I made one of those too.  (Can never have enough dessert!!)

Voila!  Now I have about 150 chocolate chip cookies ready to be delivered on Christmas!

It certainly wasn’t the same without my Mom (or without the convenience of a modern oven and a fully stocked pantry), but I never expected that I could feel so much Christmas spirit here in Cameroon!  I topped the day off by opening one of my Christmas presents early: a make your own reindeer kit! 

Ages 6+, yeah right!  Assembling this thing was HARD!  But he looks darn good standing next to that tree and all those presents!

Tomorrow, I will be going fête-hopping – visiting the families that I have become close with, and delivering cookies on my way.  My first Christmas away from home, but I think it will be just fine!  (As long as Santa can still find me here in Cameroon!)

Why yes, he's a very good spaceman indeed.

I’m not going to lie – when I first arrived at post, I thought to myself, “how the heck am I going to live here for two years?”

It’s not that I had reservations about being committed to volunteering with the Peace Corps for two years, and it’s not that Sanguéré-Paul didn’t immediately appeal to me; it was more along the lines of entering a world that was so utterly different that what I was used to -- the sand, the heat, the Fulfulde, the ability to walk the perimeter of the entire town in less than a half hour…

Well, today was a good day; a day that made me realize that yes, I can actually get used to living here. 

Things started off well when I woke up to my alarm at 6:08 and did not have to run to the toilet for the typical morning routine of explosive diarrhea that most of us PCV’s frequently experience.  Yep, it was definitely going to be a good day.

After feeding Grumps a generous portion of fish that I had bought the night before (an interaction during which the vendor asked me why I don’t know how to prepare my own food, and I couldn’t admit to her that I don’t actually eat fish, I was buying it for my cat.  I'd also like to note that my cat’s meal cost twice as much as my own dinner: 20 cents for his two fish while only a measly 10 cents for my two pieces of sweet potato)… Anywhoo…. After feeding Grumps, I went out for my morning run.  Down the road to the bridge and back, twice, smiling and bonjour-ing everone I passed.

On the last stretch back, a bicycle slowed to my speed.  We chatted for a bit before he wished me a good day and sped off, only to be slowed by the sand a minute later, at which point I caught up to him and ran with him the rest of the way home.  While most of the time I had absolutely no idea what he was saying (running with headphones on while trying to converse in a foreign language is apparently no easy feat), it was still nice to have company on my run.  Long gone are the days where kids chased me in Kenya or Zanzibar shouting “Mzungu! Mzungu,” now replaced by kind Cameroonians wishing me “du courage!”  Besides, my name is Nassara now.

So I got back home, and as I prepared for the day with a bucket bath (a luxury I could afford on account of my friend Olivier fetching water for me the night before because he was concerned about my itty-bitty headache that, to be honest, was probably caused by too much sugar and napping), I heard a knock on the door.  I quickly dumped one last cup of water on my head, wrapped a towel around myself, and ran to the door. 

It was my nice grandmotherly neighbor.  After she laughed at my sopping wet head and towel, as if that’s not a proper way to greet someone at the front door, she returned the tupperware that I had delivered cookies in the day before (that’s right! I made cookies!  Without a modern oven!  And I only burnt two batchs and my entire right forearm!)  And guess what?  She had filled the container full of tasty squash that would soon become my breakfast.  Mmm!

After eating breakfast, I headed over to IRAD, the Intitute of Research of Agriculture for Development.  This is my host organization, but because my supervisor lives in Maroua (the capital of the Extreme North), I have not yet had any direction in what I should be doing.  So I walked to IRAD just hoping that there would be something interesting to do for the day, and voila!  A school group from Maroua (a technical school…so after high school, but not quite university, from what I understood) was visiting to take a tour as part of their agricultural field trip.  Perfect!  I tagged along as they went from building from building, and distracted many of the students from their studious note-taking.  My favorite part of this tour was when a student, picked up a giant grasshopper and said with utmost seriousness, “he’s a good spaceman.”  He then proceeded to make the spaceman grasshopper pretend to duel with another student’s grasshopper, upon my request.  Yep, it was a good day.

Eventually it was time for me to leave the grasshoppers and students alone, so off I went to my very first Fulfulde class with a language teacher at Sanguéré-Paul’s high school.  We spent an hour going over all the basic phrases that will help make my life a whole heck of a lot easier here.  At the end of class, I asked Professor Alain if we could agree on a price for each class from here on out (which the Peace Corps would reimburse me for), to which he responded that he hadn’t planned on charging me anything – consider it his way for thanking me for my work in the community.

What a good day!

Walking home, I even thought to myself, “wow, this searing heat and blistering sun on my shoulders actually feels kind of nice today!”

Not every day is like this.  There have definitely been down days.  But it's the days like this, with all of those perfect happy events, that make me feel like I actually can make a home out of Sanguéré-Paul.  

Catnaps and Cleaning

Yesterday marked the beginning of week three at post, if only I weren't still hanging out in Garoua because of those dang chauves-souris.  But all bats aside, what does a typical day in the life of Maria look like?

Well, for the first week, I met frequently with my Madame Tizi, my community host, to do protocol.  This meant many, many moto rides as we went from place to place to introduce myself to certain members the community that may have something to do with my service here over the next two years.  This includes people like the lawan (Sanguéré-Paul's chief), the sous-préfet of the community (some other important guy), gendarmes, and leaders of lots of environment-related organizations and government ministries.

My neighbor, Olivier, has been really great by showing me around and answering any questions that I have, and also a great way to practice french in an informal conversation!  (Although he refuses to correct my horrible grammar).  On my first full day in the village, we went for a walk, and climbed this little hill.

A cotton field and a little hill behind my village.

Believe it or not, it was actually a bit of a difficult hike.  The dusty earth made it quite slippery, and hiking in sandals was definitely not a good idea.  There was blood.  But all in all, it was fun!  The hike allowed me to see Sanguéré-Paul from above, as well as the surrounding villages.

And cows.

And odd geological features.

Oli in front of a weird balancing rock.

But aside from protocol and hiking, what have I been doing?  I would say that each day I have three main activities:  

1. Going for walks around the village and introducing myself.  The first day that I decided to get out and take a walk, I chose the wrong road.  I thought it was the road that would lead me deeper into the village, but I was oh-so-very wrong.  This was the endless road to nowhere.  I walked for 40 minutes in one direction, and passed only three people.  That being said, there were a ton of moto drivers who passed me, each one giving a friendly beep of their horn and a little wave.  

So I learned that I need to take other routes.  There's a bit more exploring to be done, more hills to climb, and some orchards to check out.  More importantly though, I've been trying to make sure that on these walks I begin conversations with people.  So far my conversations have been more along the simple lines of "Hello, my name is Maria. I'm your new neighbor," and "I would like to buy some beignets please!"  Baby steps, right?  

Starting this week though, I'm going to step it up a notch.  I told my favorite beignet mama that when I return from Garoua, I'm going to sit with her for an entire day and just practice Fulfulde.  I will also be going to all of the schools in the village to introduce myself to the teachers and principals, and I'll be visiting my host organization, IRAD, as well. 

2. Cleaning.  There had been no one living in my house for several months before me, so I was greeted by a thick layer of dust coating everything.  There were also lots of pretty sights like this:

My little stove needed a good scrubbin'!

I still have a bit of work to do, but little by little, it's starting to feel like a home.

As I have mentioned in a previous post, there has also been a technician at my house installing doors and windows where there were none before, so it's been difficult to clean around him (and to clean up after him!)  Soon though, I will be able to put up pictures of my new fancy-pants home.

I still have quite a bit of work to do, but little by little, it's starting to feel like a home, especially now that I have some Christmas decorations up!  (Thanks to awesome an care package from the famjam!)

I even have mini presents under a mini tree! 

I'll post more pictures of my house once I finish cleaning up the other rooms! 

3. Reading.  I'm still getting used to the heat, and still getting used speaking speaking other languages ALL THE TIME.  So quite often, I find myself just totally worn out.  I've found that reading is a fantastic escape into the world of English, and it also allows me to stay out of the sun and attempt to keep cool in 100+ degree weather.  (I am not alone in this need to seek refuge from the heat.  I often see my neighbors resting under a tree during the afternoons). 

Besides from these three activities, there are a few other basic activities in my life.  Every two or three days (depending on whether or not I feel like using dirty dishes), I go to the well to get water.  Luckily for me, one of the village's only five water sources is located right next to my neighbors house.  Fetching the well water is no longer a struggle for me as it once was in the Bafia days, but currently my only means of transporting it is a watering can.  So typically I have to make six or seven trips before I can completely fill up both my water filter and my giant water bucket (about the size of a mini trash can that you'd put out on the street on trash day.  Oh gosh, garbage collection... I remember when that used to be a thing in my life!  I'm still not quite sure what to do about my trash here... Most people burn theirs.)

Every Wednesday is market day in Sanguéré-Paul.  I usually do my shopping in Garoua where there is more variety and more French (rather than Fulfulde), but every Wednesday I at least go browse the market and chat withe some of the vendors.  The market atmosphere is incredibly lively.  Last Wednesday, I made two trips: one in the morning around 10AM, and one in the evening around 5PM.  During the morning, everyone is calm and quiet and some people are still just setting up.  This is the best time for me to browse and talk with people.  During the evening, well, that's when it really comes alive.  There's this one section where people just hang out and listen to music, dance, and drink bili-bili.  I can even here the music from my house!  (Then again, my house is only a 2 or 3 minute walk from the market, so I shouldn't be too surprised).  

I'm going to experiment with some cooking this week.  I've been keeping it simple up until now, with nothing really but beans and stir-fry.  Thanks to that same fantastic care package from Mommy Dearest, I was able to change it up and make some delicious bright orange mac & cheese (ah, good ol' cheese powder!)  Yesterday I bought some baking supplies, so I plan to make chocolate chip cookies this week for my neighbors.  It'll be my first time baking cookies without an oven (or toaster oven), so wish me luck!

I've also been hanging out with my cat Grumps a lot.  Sometimes he's kind of cute, but most of the time, he's just grumpy.  He is definitely a great nap buddy though.  That's our main method of bonding. 

Proof that Grumps loves naps.

By my next blog post, I hope to have expanded far beyond these activities!  On va voir!

The long journey North (in picture form!)

So I'm stuck in Garoua for the next couple of nights while a slight bat problem is being taken care of chez moi, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to share some more pictures while I'm here at the case with ample internet access.  I have so much to show and so much to say, but let's just start with the journey North, shall we?  I've already given the whole shpiel about how awesome trains are and all that jazz, so how about I just rehash the story in captions?

It all began with goodbyes in Bafia, which included one last chocolate sandwich as I said "au revoir" to our most beloved Mama Gizelle.

Bright and early Wednesday morning after a pleasant evening in Yaoundé, we headed to the new Peace Corps office to prepare for the ceremony.

There was matching pagne.  So much matching pagne.  One pattern for the new volunteers, and one pattern for all of the language trainers.  Here I am with Michelle, Yannick, and Calla.  Calla and I were classmates for many weeks of French lessons, and Michelle and Yannick tolerated us so well when we found a way to incorporate sweets (or food in general) into every single conversation.  Best teachers, best classmate.  We had so much fun!  (and learned a lot!)

After the ceremony, John the Money Man opened up his briefcase full of bills to give us our allowance for traveling to post. 

And then we got on the TRAAAAAIN!

 

Top bunk is the best bunk!  (That's Ampson with his head out the window.)

Sunrise in the Adamawa.

Scenes from the train window.

We counted 21 cars in total.

And finally we arrived at the station in Ngoundéré!

And then we had a whole bus just for the seven of us!  (And because our luggage hadn't arrived at the same time as us, it turned out to be probably the most comfortable/spacious ride we will ever have in this country!)  Off to Garoua we go!

Though the terrain in the North is generally incredibly flat, there are little hills popping up all over the place. (Mountains?  They are no bigger than Mont Royal.)

Some random village we passed along the road.  This seems to be the typical housing style up North.

And voila!  Bienvenue chez moi!

Bienvenue à Sanguéré-Paul!

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I would just like to add a quick note. I have never been a huge fan of Thanksgiving, but I sure do have a lot to be thankful for this year.

I am thankful to have the most loving family who has done nothing but love me and support me and help me realize my dreams. On good days, on grumpy days, whether I am in the same room or half way around the world. They are always there to talk, to let me vent, to encourage me, and to love me unconditionally. (Especially my wonderful Mommy who has called me almost every night this first week here at post to make sure that I not too lonely or too terrified of the creepy noises in my roof.)

I am thankful to have the most amaaazing friends who even though I don’t get to talk to often, are always there for me. Thank you guys for enduring my continuous rants about things both good and bad, and for continuing to send me entertaining links or stories from your own lives. Love you guys so much!

I am thankful for Cameroon. Yes, the entire country. I am thankful to the people of Bafia and Sanguéré-Paul, who have welcomed me into their communities. I am thankful for the opportunity to live here and work here for the next two years.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Life’s a beach.

No, really! I can build sand castles in my front yard! If I pretend that every lizard I see out of the corner of my eye is a crab and that the sound of the bats crawling around in my roof is actually waves, and then of course I’d have to ignore the mating goats that just can’t seem to get enough of each other, well, then yeah! Sanguéré-Paul is exactly like a beach! Minus the water, of course, but then again, I can just close my eyes and pretend as I take my daily bucket bath (agh, who am I trying to impress….it’s more like every two or three days at this point).

Anyways, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, world!

Last we spoke, I deceivingly told everyone to check out my swearing-in ceremony online at some odd hour of the morning. Whoops.

Well let’s see… that was over a week ago now! Tuesday night before the ceremony, I stayed at the house of Lori, and American Peace Corps staff member who lives in Yaoundé. I felt so incredibly welcomed and spoiled the entire night. The minute I walked in the door, her adorable five-year-old daughter was dragging me to the living room to watch a movie with her (something about a magic grandmother, and there were a lot of poop jokes… it was right up my alley). I could smell apple crisp fresh out of the oven, but of course that was to be eaten after we returned from girls night out. Lori, her two daughters, and I met up with Nurse Mishna and her friend, who were hosting Rachel and Mary, and the eight of us went out for Indian food. We then stuffed our bellies full of samosas, paneer, and dhal, until we were at the point where we couldn’t even enjoy the delicious apple crisp that was waiting at home.

I slept soundly and enjoyed a nice hot shower in the morning. A hot shower! Wowzers! A rarity here in the Peace Corps life. I have not felt so clean in over two months! Then I had a delicious breakfast, which included that promised apple crisp. Best host ever.

Anyways, the ceremony. Eh, ceremony schmeremony. But actually, it was really nice, but also really long. There were speeches. Oh so many speeches. I have to admit, I teared up a little bit during the acting-ambassador’s speech and when we took our oath. We all wore matching pagne and performed a song together (Peace Train by Cat Stevens. Sometimes I wonder how far we can push this hippy-dippy-crunchy-granola thing). Mama Lydie came to watch ceremony and then we enjoyed a nice lunch together.

Afterwards, we went back to Bafia for one last hoorah at our good ol’ Hotel New Palace. Then it was a whirlwind of goodbyes in the morning, followed by one last good meal (pizza and a chocolate milkshake) in Yaoundé.

Fast-forward: TRAINS!!!! The train ride up North was awesome-possum! Man oh man, I love trains. It was approximately fourteen hours long, in wagon-lit (AKA sleeper cars with two bunkbeds each). I had top bunk, which meant that I could ride with my head out the window like a dog, and then once it got dark, I could sleep with my feet out of the window. We were all plum-tuckered out from the party the night before, and consequently everyone in my room was out like a light by 8:30PM. In the morning, we all went to the diner car for some omelets and croissants.

Agh. Words can’t even express how happy the train ride made me.

We arrived in Garoua at maybe 6PM, and were greeted my many of the current volunteers. They were so lovely as to arrange shwarma and beer for us all, as well as to create a “heat” themed playlist for the night.

The next day, Madame Tizi, my community host, arrived at the case (AKA Peace Corps transit house) to pick me up and show me the way to my new house!

The first night in my new house was, well, scary. Someone knocked on my door at about 7:30PM, and though that’s fairly early, it was already dark out. I panicked and refused to let him in, and conversed with him through the window, telling him to come back the next morning. (It turns out it was just Olivier, my 16-year-old neighbor who has been a really kind friend to the past volunteers, and who I have received written recommendations about). Anyways, I wasn't aware of who he was at the time, and thus I was a bit nervous for the rest of the night.

I had no food yet, except for a stale mini-baguette from breakfast on the train, and a chocolate bar. So I did what Maria does best – whipped up a chocolate sammich.

Then I started hearing weird noises from all over. I didn’t know yet which noises I should be hearing and which noises I should be scared of. Turns out these noises were somewhere in between the spectrum. The good news: it was not the noise of creepy people trying to break into my house. The bad news: I have a gazillion bats living in my roof.

Anyways, it’s been kind of weird adapting to my new life here. I haven’t really interacted with too many people, other than my community host, my counterpart, and Olivier. I’ve been spending a good part of every day cleaning, as there has been no one living in my house for 7 or 8 months, and everything is covered in dust. I’ve also been hanging out inside while a repairman fixes all the windows and doors (and by "fixes", I mean he is putting them where there weren’t any before...which is everywhere). I’ve also been reading a lot and watching too much Sex and the City (whoops).

Still trying to figure out the food situation – I know a lot of you are probably wondering about that. I learned recently that I have a reputation of being a sugar fiend. And by that, I mean that word has gotten around that one time I ate four chocolate sandwiches in one day (not like the one I made on my first night here, but rather with a delicious chocolately spread). This isn’t true – the most I have ever had was two, I think – but nevertheless, I’ll defend my title. Things were looking good, nutrition-wise, once I bought my gas bottle and some veggies, but then my luggage arrived and I rediscovered that 54-ounce bag of skittles and gigantic jar of Nutella. Looks like I’ll have to make a trip to that dentist in Yaoundé at somepoint in the next two years... Boy, that’ll be something to blog about! Anyways, fortunately my lovely grandmother neighbor has given me food almost every day. So far I have lived in Sanguéré-Paul for six nights. I have cooked one meal (beans), been given four meals, have eaten at Olivier’s house once, and the rest of the time I’ve just been tasting SO MANY RAINBOWS.

Next week I'll be starting to meet with community members to learn a bit more about Sanguéré-Paul. I'll also be starting my Fulfulde lessons with Olivier's language teacher at the local high school! This will hopefully help me to communicate with my neighbors and to buy things at the market. And I might even experiment with some gardening in my front yard, which actually might just turn into building sandcastles. Things are going slowly, and I'm taking it one day at a time (pole-pole, as we used to say in Zanzibar! Or seda-seda, in Fulfulde), but things are definitely going!

Oh, and I would also like to add that today it was 104 degrees. We're currently in the middle of the "cold season". Ha.

I have tons of pictures to share but this computer wont let me to post them, you'll have to wait until another day!

Later gators!

Quick update on the swearing-in ceremony

If you guys are interested in live-streaming our swearing-in ceremony, it will be at 10:30AM here (4:30AM Eastern Time). The link is at the end of my previous blog post (the one titled Buh-Bye Bafia). Off to Yaounde now!!! :D

Buh-bye Bafia!

I'm packing up my bags and saying goodbye to Bafia in just a matter of days now.  Though I am beyond excited to finish training and begin my service, I will definitely miss my homestay family.  Yes, there were plenty of times where it totally sucked having a curfew everynight and never being able to choose my own meals (you have my word: starting the minute I leave Bafia, I will never eat another bite of fish in my entire life), but I just wanted to share how incredibly appreciative I am for my host family. 

Mama Lydie, Papa Piment, Epiphany, and Patricia have done nothing but welcome me into their home, and have helped me to feel so comfortable here in Cameroon.  They put up with my horrible french at the beginning, correcting my grammar and pronunciation until I became comfortable enough to hold what I feel like is a more-than-half-decent conversation.  They openly and honestly answered any cultural questions that I had, and would always listen attentively as I rambled about things from back home.

They adapted their diets by adding more veggies when they wanted meat, and by cooking potatoes for me when they prefer manioc.  They even pretended to love the meal that I cooked for them that one time. 

Mama Lydie nagged me about cleaning my room and washing my sheets, just like any good mom would, and Papa Piment lectured me about safety and security if I ever did anything stupid, just like any good father should (don't worry...I didn't really do anything thaaat stupid).  They cooked soup for me when I was sick and always let me drink as much of my favorite juice as I wanted, despite the intense labor that goes into making it (cassamangue juice, fyi.  It's beyond amazing.)  

And they've never even questioned the fact that I sleep nearly 10 hours a night when everyone else is already awake and doing chores by 5:30AM! 

I think you guys are getting the point here... my host family has been kind of awesome.  I am totally ready to move to post, but to be honest, it will be a bit strange to come home to an empty house every night.  And while part of my is excited to be able to cook and eat whatever I want, whenever I want, the real Maria deep inside of me knows that whatever/whenever will really just be cookies and chocolate, ALL THE TIME!  (My host family and I have been joking that I should leave all of my clothes behind and just fill my suitcases with chocolate.  Real-Mom was proud of this plan.  The cassamangue doesn't fall far from the tree!) 

Today I packed up all of my bags, and Peace Corps loaded them up into a bus.  They'll be driving my luggage up to Ngaoundéré, where my gazillion-hour train ride ends.  Then, reunited with my belongings, I'll hop on a bus and drive for hopefully no more than another 6 hours to Garoua.  I should be arriving at my house in Sanguere-Paul either Friday night or Saturday morning (at which point I will mark the beginning of my service by cracking open that jar of Nutella and 5-pound bag of skittles that I've demonstrated oh-so-much self control with for the past 2 months). 

Papa Piment helped me rearrange all of my things into my metal trunk, making sure that I could jam as much stuff in there as possible, and the entire family tag-teamed to make sure that I didn't put any dirty clothes or shoes in my suitcase ("You can't arrive to the North with dirty shoes!  You just cant!"). Mama Lydie and I shared a squeal of excitement (mixed with stress due to the fact that I wasn't entirely finished packing) when the Peace Corps came to gather up my stuff.  She helped me stuff Stanley's head into the bag, and then the bags were out the door! 

Enjoy the train ride, Stan! 

I guess it's kind of late in the game, but I wanted to share with you some photos of my house here in Bafia before it becomes completely irrelevant once I move up North! 

Here is my cozy little bedroom, messy as always.  Though this picture was taken weeks ago, and now the room is practically empty.  

Look, Ma!  Clean counters! 

Fridge and stove! Though I'd say at least 75% of the meals are cooked on a wood fire in the kitchen house out back.

Dining room table.

My host-sister Patricia and a few of her friends watching TV.  (Patricia is the middle one)

And of course, this is what they were watching!  Gotta love Dora the Explorer!   (Did you know she speaks French too?!)

This is the only picture I have that kind of shows the front of our house... but I thought I'd take the opportunity to show off my new pagne dress!  Love Lianna's dress here too!

So there you have it!  In less than a week now, I'll be taking pictures of my new house in Sanguere-Paul instead!  (Though I'll try my best to not wait so long to post them.)  

If you guys are interested and happen to be awake before the crack of dawn, try tuning into our swearing-in ceremony!  Click here on the morning of Wednesday, November 20th, at 4AM Eastern Time (if you love me enough / care enough to wake up that early):  http://www.afromotion.net///////////afrotv/43/Crtv-Cameroun

I'm sure it'll be a real gem!

That's it for now!  Catch ya later, folks! 

SO MANY THINGS

Things have been a bit craycray here lately!  And by craycray, I mean…well… You know how at how at the end of high school, senioritis was a thing?  And then after that there was college and all-nighters and procrastination and the utter desire to do absolutely nothing at all even though finals were right around the corner?  Well… That’s where I’m at now.  Minus the all-nighters, because these days if I’m in bed any later than 9PM, it’ll be a rough morning for me. 

We’re wrapping up training in less than a couple weeks, and as a result, the productivity wheels have been turning full speed!  (Or at least trying to…)

What kinds of projects and homework do we have here in Peace Corps Pre-Service Training?

Wednesday we had our Independent Exploration Projects (IEPs).  We each had to give a 15-30 minute presentation en français on a topic relating to Cameroonian culture.  My topic was Mount Cameroon and the Race of Hope.  I’m not gonna give you the whole shpiel (unless you really want to hear it), but here are some fast facts:

• Mount Cameroon is the tallest mountain in West Africa and one of the tallest volcanoes in all of Africa (at 4100m).  It’s also a super-duper active volcano.
• There’s a god (Efasa-Moto) who lives on the mountain who takes care of everyone and apparently has a really tasty sugarcane plantation somewhere up on the mountain.
• The Race of Hope is a 24 mile race up and down the mountain.  It’s apparently super tough and nobody but Cameroonians have ever won.  In fact, last year only something like 5 out of the 30ish American participants even finished the race.  Nonetheless, it sounds like something my nutty mother would enjoy (love you Maaa.).  Though you can also do it as a three-person relay.  
• Last year’s race took place on my birthday, and also took place only 13 days after the volcano’s most recent eruption…. So that’s fun, I guess.

Friday we handed in our leaf collections.  Yep, that’s right: leaf collections.  And you guys though I wasn’t a real farmer.  HA.  Anyways, we had to collect a whole bunch of leaves and press them and dry them and then make them all pretty and label them with all their various names and descriptions.  So sciencey.  So agro.  It went pretty alright, except that Epiphany and Patricia helped me pick the leaves and they insisted that I dry and press a hot pepper too, and when I opened up the press-book, there were maggots everywhere.  Yum.

More gardening will probably happen soon.  And by soon, I mean later this evening.  I transplanted a whole bunch of basil and some other plants a few weeks ago, and to everyone’s surprise, they’re doing really well!  However, a lot of weeding has to get done before our garden evaluations take place in a couple of days.  Plus I’ll have to write up a report about my gardening experience went.  How many of you folks have heard about my traumatic frog incident?  Maybe some things are better left unsaid... 

I have another French presentation this week on leguminous plants.  Guess I should probably start learning stuff about leguminous plants.

I’m still taking both French and Fulfulde classes, which I’m loving.  I finally feel confident in my French, which is awesome, but my Fulfulde notebook is a total headache.  I’m loving learning the language, but my Fulfulde classes are being taught in French.  My notebook has three languages, because with just two of the three, sometimes it’s difficult to decipher.  For example:  be = et.   How the heck am I supposed to know which language is which?  Be = et = and.  There we go…much better.  Nonetheless, I’m having a lot of fun with it.  

Sometime soon we have final exams, too.  Arrrg.  

So yeah, it's been a lot of work, but there's definitely been a lot of fun stuff mixed in as well!  For example, Saturday was "Diversity Day":  a whole day of cultural exchange between the  stagiaires (AKA trainees) and formateurs (AKA trainers).  There was singing and dancing and cooking and eating!  What more could you want?  The whole day was just filled with fun.  All of the formateurs came dressed in traditional clothing from whatever region they were from, and we got to sample foods from each region as well.  Though I have to admit, as much as I enjoyed sampling traditional Cameroonian foods and learning traditional dances, the highlights of the day for me were Kraft mac & cheese and the Macarena.  #Murrica.

On Sunday I went with Lianna to visit her host-mom's dad's (host-granpa's?) bakery.  We got a behind-the-scenes tour of the bakery and we each walked out one piping-hot chocolate-filled pastry richer.  Even better yet, earlier in the day her host-mom taught us how to make crepes, which I then loaded up with Nutella-ish sauce.  Best day ever.

Oh, and of course we had a wicked fun Halloween party last weekend!  We all stayed at a hotel so that we could dance the night away without worrying about our usual 7PM curfew.  I dressed as a successful agroforestry volunteer.  Brought along Mr. Carrot to demonstrate my success. 

AndAndAnd this is exciting news!  Today my community host, Sylvie, came all the way down from Sanguere Paul to meet me for our community host workshop.  She greeted me with the biggest bear hug ever.  Despite the fact that she didn't seem to believe that I am actually capable of communicating in French, she was incredibly sweet and it was very comforting to meet the person who will be helping me integrate into my community and to create an action plan.  We have another full day of workshops together tomorrow.

Oy!  So much more to say but so little internets!  And so little time before it gets too dark to weed my garden...but you know, that can always wait until...errm...never.  Still want to tell you guys all about our agroforestry field trip to the West a couple weeks ago, during which WE DID REAL STUFF WITH REAL TREES!!!!!  But I guess that's still just another story for another day.

The next week and a half will be pretty hectic as we prepare for our swearing-in ceremony (if you want to find a way to stream it, it will be on Cameroonian national television sometime on November 20th.  I can't give you many more details than that, except I think it will take place in the morning, Cameroonian time.  So if you want stream it, you'll have to wake up pretty darn early.  So...you probably don't want to do that.) 

I'll try to post again later this week if the internet situation gets better!  Or maybe I'll try to reorganize and proofread all this word vomit right here... but to sum everything up, everything is supah fine and dandy!  So excited to be finishing up training and to finally get to post!  Only 10 more days now!!!

Ta ta for now! 

Scenes from Cameroon

Hey there, fellas!  Sorry that I've been a bit absent.  Haven't felt like writing much.  Between French and Fulfulde, field trips and fêtes, there hasn't been much downtime.  But a picture's worth a thousand words, right?  So here!  Have ten!

All of the following pictures, except for the first and last, were taken en route to Kumbo in the North West.  Thus, these are scenes from the Center, West, and North West regions of Cameroon. 

Yaoundé, from my hotel window.

Shisong, NW Region

Jealous?  I often forget to look up when I'm walking to and from school here in Bafia (gotta pay attention to these muddy roads!), but whenever I do, I am always amazed at the mountains and palm trees all around me.  I am lucky to live in such a beautiful country!

Stay tuned for a post later this week about our Agroforestry field trip to Banganté!