"I can't believe it! They're coming!"
I've started to count the days (not literally, though my Mom has a running countdown for how long until they're here, as well as how many days until I come home to her. Sweet, I know.) Anyway, I've been busy busy planning out they're trip, making sure they get to see everything I want them to see. I'm excited to see them, I can't believe its been over a year and a half. My, how time flies.
Things at work have picked up quickly. I now have a desk and and office (that I share with two other fine, upstanding gentleman). I am working with the district assembly, specifically under the department of planning. This means that I do whatever people want me to do, given that my experience is...not narrowed down to one field, as a result of my nomadic tendencies, I get to do all sorts of things. Currently, I'm helping with different HIV/AIDs prevention/ education projects within the district of Chiradzulu, as well as grant writing, and proposal projections for different things. I also have my hands in editing things like the District Rural water, sanitation, and hygiene program, as well as tagging along on feild visits with who ever will let me come (district development office, social welfare office, UNICEF, literally, whoever will let me come along). I like it. I feel productive.
Anytime I can, I make side trips to beautiful Mulanje to see my old village and keep up with some small projects over there (shallow well digging, women's groups, committees I'm still a part of, ect). All in all, I'm finally keeping myself busy again.
I still haven't moved to the boma yet, the house isn't done yet. I'm going to check on it today and I'm comfortable in saying that I will at least know how much the landlady will want for rent, that is, if she doesn't intentially inflate it as a scheme to get me to live with her so I can be HER Chichewa/chilomwe/chiyau talking monkey. Everyone wants one, weird. I'm making an effort to learn as much as I can in other local languages, because I like the looks on peoples' faces when I say, "Aswerere?" or, "Moseliwa?" or, "Mwatandala?" (other greetings in Chiyau, Chilomwe, and Chitimbuka, respectively.) ect, ect. you get the picture. I've found that I have a knack for languages (all except for english, as you can see from my superb spelling abilities), its just means to entertain myself, I suppose. A stimulated mind is a happy mind, you know?
That's all for now, I suppose. Winter is finally coming to a close, and the warm season is creeping up upon us. I find myself happy with a t-shirt and a scarf, instead of long underwear, scarves, gloves, hats, and still complaints about the cold. It was 80F yesterday, I only had to wear a sweater. It was nice and pleasant in the sun.
I hope everything is dandy back home!
Amy
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Zithunzi
Ladies and gentlement who contributed to the appropriate water projects, Bangu well project, this is one of the 9. Inside there is clean water. Look how happy you all made this woman who only has to walk a couple hundred meters, instead of 3-4 kilometers. 
This is Andrew, one of the builders, and a friend of his. A while back I posted a picture of a hand-dug well that was covered with bamboo. This is the post-cemented result. Before too long I'll be doing another grant (and it will be posted here) to do 5 more wells to finish one in every village under Group Village Headman Duswa.
This is the house I want to move into
Dance party in Nkhata Bay. This is what Bri and I were doing while our backpacks were stollen. Don't we look excited?
PROOF! Me driving the Illala (ferry).
The Ilala herself, the ferry I drove.
Waiting on the beach for the ferry to come.
The Ilala herself, the ferry I drove.
Waiting on the beach for the ferry to come.
Bri reading.
Taken from the trail.
Katy on the trail. She really likes hiking.
Beautiful lake Malawi.
Water break
Taken from the trail.
Katy on the trail. She really likes hiking.
Beautiful lake Malawi.
Water break
On the trail just starting off toward Ruarwe. Leaving at sunrise. Leaving at sunrise is nice but leaving at sunrise means you have to wake up before sunrise. Before sunrise is night time. Night time is for sleeping. I had trouble.
Twila and Bri. That's the lake in the background.
Sarah.
This might or not might be true, I'm unsure. I am, however, glad that the Malawian government appropriatly values their roadsigns.
This is the house I'm currently staying in. Two bedrooms is small. When I finally got all my stuff, it took a couple hours of re-arranging to be able to close the front door.
Twila and Bri. That's the lake in the background.
Sarah.
This might or not might be true, I'm unsure. I am, however, glad that the Malawian government appropriatly values their roadsigns.
This is the house I'm currently staying in. Two bedrooms is small. When I finally got all my stuff, it took a couple hours of re-arranging to be able to close the front door.
Well, the time has finally come, congratulations! Pictures for you. I have the whole day to upload them. Unfortunatly, they're the same ones I put on facebook, so those of you who have facebook will be a bit bored with nothing new except the background.
Enjoy!
I'm in Lilongwe now, I got here a couple days ago. I came to pick up oil presses, which are in the country, but because of customs, or something else, are being held hostage. I'm going to have to wait a week or so. That week or so will not be spent in Lilongwe, but at my house, at work, like a good volunteer.
I'm in Lilongwe now, I got here a couple days ago. I came to pick up oil presses, which are in the country, but because of customs, or something else, are being held hostage. I'm going to have to wait a week or so. That week or so will not be spent in Lilongwe, but at my house, at work, like a good volunteer.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Kuli Mademonstrations ku town.
"There are demonstrations in town"
As many of you might have heard by now, there were anti-government demonstrations in town. As I am not supposed to comment on my feelings for or against (for) those demonstrations, I won't. Simply know that I am safe far away from town and don't intend to go anywhere near until I hear things have calmed down more than they have. Malawi has been slowly building up to needing these demonstrations throughout my entire service and it finally came time for the peace-loving people of Malawi to show their government what it means to fear its people. I will not be commenting more on the issue; I will simply be wearing red and, quietly, keeping my distance. As I am not a part of Malawi, I'm only staying here for a bit, there is no need for me the comment further. This battle is between Malawi, and its people.
I am safe, and keeping out of trouble (please recognize the amount of discipline it is taking for me to keep a safe distance from town and not poking around seeing what sort of trouble I can find for myself). In the cities, there are demonstrations/protests/riots, whatever you want to call them, whatever they are, but in the village, you wouldn't even know (despite the fact that the feelings toward the government are, generally, universal regardless of proximity to the city. Most people just want to avoid the clamor that all this is causing.).
In other news, I know I promised pictures, but as I can't go into town, you don't get any until I can. There is a PC-issued site lockdown until Sunday, to ensure that we don't, accidentally, run into any issues. These things tend to happen, you know.
If you have any further questions, e-mail me or facebook me, I have an internet phone, and "I might have forgot that my wonderful, fantastic, delightful older sister also has my log in information"
As many of you might have heard by now, there were anti-government demonstrations in town. As I am not supposed to comment on my feelings for or against (for) those demonstrations, I won't. Simply know that I am safe far away from town and don't intend to go anywhere near until I hear things have calmed down more than they have. Malawi has been slowly building up to needing these demonstrations throughout my entire service and it finally came time for the peace-loving people of Malawi to show their government what it means to fear its people. I will not be commenting more on the issue; I will simply be wearing red and, quietly, keeping my distance. As I am not a part of Malawi, I'm only staying here for a bit, there is no need for me the comment further. This battle is between Malawi, and its people.
I am safe, and keeping out of trouble (please recognize the amount of discipline it is taking for me to keep a safe distance from town and not poking around seeing what sort of trouble I can find for myself). In the cities, there are demonstrations/protests/riots, whatever you want to call them, whatever they are, but in the village, you wouldn't even know (despite the fact that the feelings toward the government are, generally, universal regardless of proximity to the city. Most people just want to avoid the clamor that all this is causing.).
In other news, I know I promised pictures, but as I can't go into town, you don't get any until I can. There is a PC-issued site lockdown until Sunday, to ensure that we don't, accidentally, run into any issues. These things tend to happen, you know.
If you have any further questions, e-mail me or facebook me, I have an internet phone, and "I might have forgot that my wonderful, fantastic, delightful older sister also has my log in information"
Friday, July 15, 2011
Munthu Wokuba Wanandipeza ku Nyanja
"A theif found me at the lake"
After a WONDERFUL, and completely undeserved two week vacation relaxing on the many stunning beaches of Lake Malawi, Bri and I had our backpacks stollen from out tent.
Missing: Backpack, hiking boots, passport (which was then recovered), clothes, multi-tool, sunglasses, and a long series of unvaluables.
Even though its unfortunate to have things stollen, always, I'm glad it was me and not some poor tourist who had everything in his/her bag. I can go get more clothes at my house. Besides, ipod, cash, debit/credit card, phone, house key, were all on me at the time so it could have been far more than just extremely frustrating at the time.
Vacation:
Bri and I headed up to Mzuzu in the northern region in time for 4th of July celebrations at the lake in the northern region of Malawi, Nkhata Bay. Independence day was fun, fireworks and baseball-less, but fun. There was a group of volunteers from the Northern Region (who we never see), and Bri and I. The next day we picked up and headed toward the trailhead to Ruwarwe. Three days of hiking, never more than ten feet from beautiful Lake Malawi. It was incredible. I wish everyone could do it. Yes, I took pictures, but (as usual) be patient with me, I don't have a camera cord on me. The first day we hiked for about 5 or 6 hours, not counting the hour long swim break we took to fully embrace the tropical paradise we were tromping around in. That night we camped on the beach in a small fishing village. In the morning we were woken up at dawn by the fisherman singing as they came in from a long night of sitting silently in their hand dug-out canoes on the water. We packed up and headed out.
The second day was a similar program, except we pitched our tents inside a church right off the shoreline. After a long day of sweating, I decided to do some laundry in the lake. The rough waters of the giant lake stole my underwear and I had to jump in after it while a small gaggle of village children took their seats to watch the antics. I got it back, finished, went for a quick dip to rinse off and we hit our tents for the night.
The third day, since we were ahead of schedule the entire time, we only had a three hour hike until we reached our destination. We got into the lodge, it is beautiful. The only way in is hiking for three days or a ferry that comes once a week, I assume there's no more I need to say about the seclusion of the place. We enjoyed beautiful scenery, good company, a plentiful library, and delicous food for a few nights, all broken up by days of jumping off of rocks and decks and snorkeling.
Before we new it, it was time to head back to "normal" life and we made our way to the neihboring village where we would catch the Ilala (the 620 ton ferry that moves up and down Lake Malawi and a snail-pace). Boats came to shore and shuttled people to the ferry that is WAY too large to beach. We climbed on, bought our tickets and were on our way. We were in third class (the cheapest) and were sort of cramped, so I decided to wonder around a little bit (in true hobo fashion). I made my way up to the top deck eventually where I not-so-accidentally ran into the cabin:
Amy-Hello, are you the captain?
C-Yes, one of two, how can I help you?
A-I want to drive the boat.
C- Excuse me?
A-I want to drive the boat. Do people ever drive the boat?
C-Yes, uh-I do.
A-Can I drive the boat?
C-Um....sure.
A-Great!
I then spent the next chunk of time getting tutorials on the benefits and how to use pnuematic steering systems, the course we were on, and driving the Ilala ferry. Half way into my Ferry boat driving experience:
Captain2: Whose driving my boat!?!
Amy: I am! Also, I would appreciate if you refered to me as Captain, there's been a mutany on this vessel.
C2: Laughs. [Exit Stage left]
After five hours of entertaining myself on the ferry (which if you know me, personally, you know what a challenge that can be for long periods of time sitting) we finally got off in Nkhata Bay again. We stayed a few nights there, waiting for a two friends who recently finished their service to show up on their way out of Malawi to Dar es Salaam. They showed up, we had a dance party. That night our backpacks were stollen and you know the story and we're back to the beginning of this entry.
The next morning, we spent at the police station where we charmed the police into helping us with a free police report (too much charm, I think, there were 2 mairrage proposals in a matter of 2 minutes that went something like this:
Police officer: Well your passport was stolen so you can't leave the country, you're going to have to stay here.
Amy: What will I do here?
P: Marry me!
A: Sindingalole ("I can't accept that").)
After I got my passport back, we headed down to Lilongwe in the back of a truck full of sweet potatoes. We got in yesterday, slept really well (this was the first time I had slept in a bed since vacation started, since I don't have an therma-rest in countrty and I was camping the whole time to save money).
Now I'm at the Peace Corps office filling out reports and updating you find folks on my semi-interesting life (mostly for my whiny brother).
I'm ready to go back down to site and get some stuff done. Vacation is over, I have a ride to Blantyre tomorrow, then its back to work on Monday!
I hope everythings good stateside.
For more information, or a picture of the Ilala, see: http://www.malawi-travel.com/lake_malawi_south/mv_ilala_cruises.html
After a WONDERFUL, and completely undeserved two week vacation relaxing on the many stunning beaches of Lake Malawi, Bri and I had our backpacks stollen from out tent.
Missing: Backpack, hiking boots, passport (which was then recovered), clothes, multi-tool, sunglasses, and a long series of unvaluables.
Even though its unfortunate to have things stollen, always, I'm glad it was me and not some poor tourist who had everything in his/her bag. I can go get more clothes at my house. Besides, ipod, cash, debit/credit card, phone, house key, were all on me at the time so it could have been far more than just extremely frustrating at the time.
Vacation:
Bri and I headed up to Mzuzu in the northern region in time for 4th of July celebrations at the lake in the northern region of Malawi, Nkhata Bay. Independence day was fun, fireworks and baseball-less, but fun. There was a group of volunteers from the Northern Region (who we never see), and Bri and I. The next day we picked up and headed toward the trailhead to Ruwarwe. Three days of hiking, never more than ten feet from beautiful Lake Malawi. It was incredible. I wish everyone could do it. Yes, I took pictures, but (as usual) be patient with me, I don't have a camera cord on me. The first day we hiked for about 5 or 6 hours, not counting the hour long swim break we took to fully embrace the tropical paradise we were tromping around in. That night we camped on the beach in a small fishing village. In the morning we were woken up at dawn by the fisherman singing as they came in from a long night of sitting silently in their hand dug-out canoes on the water. We packed up and headed out.
The second day was a similar program, except we pitched our tents inside a church right off the shoreline. After a long day of sweating, I decided to do some laundry in the lake. The rough waters of the giant lake stole my underwear and I had to jump in after it while a small gaggle of village children took their seats to watch the antics. I got it back, finished, went for a quick dip to rinse off and we hit our tents for the night.
The third day, since we were ahead of schedule the entire time, we only had a three hour hike until we reached our destination. We got into the lodge, it is beautiful. The only way in is hiking for three days or a ferry that comes once a week, I assume there's no more I need to say about the seclusion of the place. We enjoyed beautiful scenery, good company, a plentiful library, and delicous food for a few nights, all broken up by days of jumping off of rocks and decks and snorkeling.
Before we new it, it was time to head back to "normal" life and we made our way to the neihboring village where we would catch the Ilala (the 620 ton ferry that moves up and down Lake Malawi and a snail-pace). Boats came to shore and shuttled people to the ferry that is WAY too large to beach. We climbed on, bought our tickets and were on our way. We were in third class (the cheapest) and were sort of cramped, so I decided to wonder around a little bit (in true hobo fashion). I made my way up to the top deck eventually where I not-so-accidentally ran into the cabin:
Amy-Hello, are you the captain?
C-Yes, one of two, how can I help you?
A-I want to drive the boat.
C- Excuse me?
A-I want to drive the boat. Do people ever drive the boat?
C-Yes, uh-I do.
A-Can I drive the boat?
C-Um....sure.
A-Great!
I then spent the next chunk of time getting tutorials on the benefits and how to use pnuematic steering systems, the course we were on, and driving the Ilala ferry. Half way into my Ferry boat driving experience:
Captain2: Whose driving my boat!?!
Amy: I am! Also, I would appreciate if you refered to me as Captain, there's been a mutany on this vessel.
C2: Laughs. [Exit Stage left]
After five hours of entertaining myself on the ferry (which if you know me, personally, you know what a challenge that can be for long periods of time sitting) we finally got off in Nkhata Bay again. We stayed a few nights there, waiting for a two friends who recently finished their service to show up on their way out of Malawi to Dar es Salaam. They showed up, we had a dance party. That night our backpacks were stollen and you know the story and we're back to the beginning of this entry.
The next morning, we spent at the police station where we charmed the police into helping us with a free police report (too much charm, I think, there were 2 mairrage proposals in a matter of 2 minutes that went something like this:
Police officer: Well your passport was stolen so you can't leave the country, you're going to have to stay here.
Amy: What will I do here?
P: Marry me!
A: Sindingalole ("I can't accept that").)
After I got my passport back, we headed down to Lilongwe in the back of a truck full of sweet potatoes. We got in yesterday, slept really well (this was the first time I had slept in a bed since vacation started, since I don't have an therma-rest in countrty and I was camping the whole time to save money).
Now I'm at the Peace Corps office filling out reports and updating you find folks on my semi-interesting life (mostly for my whiny brother).
I'm ready to go back down to site and get some stuff done. Vacation is over, I have a ride to Blantyre tomorrow, then its back to work on Monday!
I hope everythings good stateside.
For more information, or a picture of the Ilala, see: http://www.malawi-travel.com/lake_malawi_south/mv_ilala_cruises.html
Thursday, June 30, 2011
My luck is changing, hopefully for good
So, I have been running around for a while now trying to get a new house and figure out my work situation (minus a detour to Lilongwe to say goodbye to a friend and ex-fellow Mufasa's resident who is returning back to the states). Yesterday I was on my way to the peace corps volunteer's house where all my stuff is to get things for my upcoming vacation. I was on my way and flagging down cars to give me a ride, when who stopped? Unicef (they're not aloud to pick up extra passengers)! Before I could even start talking, the driver, Allen, told me that he knows I'm Amy and that I'm working with WASH under Unicef and that he is supposed to take me around to get all of my stuff. "This is your car," he says. NDINADABWA (I was surprised)!! I stopped to see some people in the boma (because he was headed there to try to call me) where I cought up with some people. I went and found the Unicef people, turns out before I was talking to Undp. The Unicef people and I spoke about my current housing situation, and told them I am there volunteer and that they should tell me what they want me to do, I'm at their service, and they said they're going to find me a house in the boma (maybe with electricity) because I might be more useful there, but though the project I'm supposed to be working on has no funding, they have lots of other projects they would love my help with. Things are turning around. So here I am, a lonesome hobo finding a home again....maybe.
Last week I met a couple in the Chiradzulu boma from the UK, we were talking and I explained a bit about my situation and they asked me, "You don't have a blog do you?" Small world.
Today, I'm waiting for Bri (who is having a horrible time hitching to Blantyre), then we're headed up to Lilongwe for the night. Tomorrow, Mzuzu. Sunday, Nkhata Bay. From there we'll hike Rowarwe, where I have never been but I hear wonders about. After we're done hiking in, we'll stay three days in paradise, then take a ferry, the ilala, back to Nkhata bay. From there, we'll visit a friend's house, then back to Nhata Bay to say goodbye to one of the awesomest PCV's to ever live. Then its back home for the both of us. Two week vacation, here I come! I'm glad I'm leaving on a good note, I'll hurry home. http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Malawi/blog-25767.html here's a link to a travel blog about ruwarwe. That's where I'm going. I'll take lots of pictures. I promise this time.
That's about all I have now except for a big congratulations to my cousin Matt who is recently engaged! We love you!
Hope everything's good in the land of plenty! Over here, things are looking up; however, in the mean time, Chuck and I are still separated.
Last week I met a couple in the Chiradzulu boma from the UK, we were talking and I explained a bit about my situation and they asked me, "You don't have a blog do you?" Small world.
Today, I'm waiting for Bri (who is having a horrible time hitching to Blantyre), then we're headed up to Lilongwe for the night. Tomorrow, Mzuzu. Sunday, Nkhata Bay. From there we'll hike Rowarwe, where I have never been but I hear wonders about. After we're done hiking in, we'll stay three days in paradise, then take a ferry, the ilala, back to Nkhata bay. From there, we'll visit a friend's house, then back to Nhata Bay to say goodbye to one of the awesomest PCV's to ever live. Then its back home for the both of us. Two week vacation, here I come! I'm glad I'm leaving on a good note, I'll hurry home. http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Malawi/blog-25767.html here's a link to a travel blog about ruwarwe. That's where I'm going. I'll take lots of pictures. I promise this time.
That's about all I have now except for a big congratulations to my cousin Matt who is recently engaged! We love you!
Hope everything's good in the land of plenty! Over here, things are looking up; however, in the mean time, Chuck and I are still separated.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Manyuma, yamavuta, Ntchitoso.
"Houses are trouble, jobs also."
House:
I realize this is beginning to sound like the never ending story of my misplacement but it continues. I got down to my new site only to find that my house was not done being built. It was finished soon enough, however all of my stuff is still a 3 hour bike ride away at another volunteers house. It looks like it might stay there for some time also, as there is a country-wide fuel shortage, and me having something to cook on and sleep on isn't important enough for the district assembly to use there precious reserves on moving me around (understandable, yet frustrating).
The house was finished after a couple of days so I've been there. The house, as small as it is (I wanted to post pictures but the computer I'm on isn't recognizing the camera so you're going to have to wait), its fine. The problem is my extremely wealthy and even more so overbearing and clingy land lady who is horrible to her hired help and inhibiting my ability to integrate into the community because people are scared of her and what she can do when she throws her money around. I'm looking for another house, one that is not on a family compound, with more space, my own toilet, and a kitchen. Not too much to ask for, me thinks. Finding a house is seeming to consume all my time since my landlady is making it difficult, she doesn't want her Chichewa, Chilomwe-speaking monkey to leave her house, it gives her a step up over the rest of the community. So that's that, I'm house-hunting.
Work:
When I arrived in the BOMA for work, the first thing I did was meet with the District Commissioner to introduce myself and and figure out what my work situation is. She said that the project I was supposed to be working on is idol and has been for six months now for lack of funding. They offered to give me busy work to occupy myself, which I quickly refused. So, here I am, with 8 months left of my service and no job to do but starting over in a new community, finding projects for myself to do. Here we go. We'll see what happens.
On the bright side, I still love Malawi, I'm just a bit more excited to finish my contract than I was before.
Borehole:
One last update. For those of you who have been following me and waiting for the borehole project to come through, it won't. It has been canceled. The Peace Corps office took so long to process my grant (about 9 months after all was said and done, and still not quite finished), that people in the community (the primary and secondary school committees) thought the village development committee, along with myself, stole the money that was raised for the community contribution (about 90,000 Malawian Kwacha = about 600 USD). They asked for the money back and for the grant to be canceled, despite my best efforts to advise them otherwise. They said they would prefer to take the money the school children had raised and do a smaller scale, less reliable, but much cheaper piping system, rather than a full-fledged borehole. That is that.
Oh Murphy, I am your sister.
House:
I realize this is beginning to sound like the never ending story of my misplacement but it continues. I got down to my new site only to find that my house was not done being built. It was finished soon enough, however all of my stuff is still a 3 hour bike ride away at another volunteers house. It looks like it might stay there for some time also, as there is a country-wide fuel shortage, and me having something to cook on and sleep on isn't important enough for the district assembly to use there precious reserves on moving me around (understandable, yet frustrating).
The house was finished after a couple of days so I've been there. The house, as small as it is (I wanted to post pictures but the computer I'm on isn't recognizing the camera so you're going to have to wait), its fine. The problem is my extremely wealthy and even more so overbearing and clingy land lady who is horrible to her hired help and inhibiting my ability to integrate into the community because people are scared of her and what she can do when she throws her money around. I'm looking for another house, one that is not on a family compound, with more space, my own toilet, and a kitchen. Not too much to ask for, me thinks. Finding a house is seeming to consume all my time since my landlady is making it difficult, she doesn't want her Chichewa, Chilomwe-speaking monkey to leave her house, it gives her a step up over the rest of the community. So that's that, I'm house-hunting.
Work:
When I arrived in the BOMA for work, the first thing I did was meet with the District Commissioner to introduce myself and and figure out what my work situation is. She said that the project I was supposed to be working on is idol and has been for six months now for lack of funding. They offered to give me busy work to occupy myself, which I quickly refused. So, here I am, with 8 months left of my service and no job to do but starting over in a new community, finding projects for myself to do. Here we go. We'll see what happens.
On the bright side, I still love Malawi, I'm just a bit more excited to finish my contract than I was before.
Borehole:
One last update. For those of you who have been following me and waiting for the borehole project to come through, it won't. It has been canceled. The Peace Corps office took so long to process my grant (about 9 months after all was said and done, and still not quite finished), that people in the community (the primary and secondary school committees) thought the village development committee, along with myself, stole the money that was raised for the community contribution (about 90,000 Malawian Kwacha = about 600 USD). They asked for the money back and for the grant to be canceled, despite my best efforts to advise them otherwise. They said they would prefer to take the money the school children had raised and do a smaller scale, less reliable, but much cheaper piping system, rather than a full-fledged borehole. That is that.
Oh Murphy, I am your sister.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Ndapeze nyumba, kawiri!
"I found a house, again!"
Last week I went down to chiradzulu to look at houses that had already been scouted out. They were declined by the safety and security department of our office because of the amount of people in one compound and the toilet situation (shared..not cool by peace corps). Anyway, since that insident, I've been back in Lilongwe in meetings about what we are to do about my homelessness. Success! Monday I leave for Chiradzulu (right outside of Blantyre) where I'll be living in a guest house on a family compound. I'll take pictures as soon as possible and see if I can manage to get them online, or anywhere, really.
While I was down in the southern region, I got to stop by my old village. I saw a good friend's daugher in the distrcit hostpital, she's receiving TB medication and doing well.
Last weekend I went to the lake. It was wonderful.
Anyway, I'm here in Lilongwe until Monday morning when I head down south.
Last week I went down to chiradzulu to look at houses that had already been scouted out. They were declined by the safety and security department of our office because of the amount of people in one compound and the toilet situation (shared..not cool by peace corps). Anyway, since that insident, I've been back in Lilongwe in meetings about what we are to do about my homelessness. Success! Monday I leave for Chiradzulu (right outside of Blantyre) where I'll be living in a guest house on a family compound. I'll take pictures as soon as possible and see if I can manage to get them online, or anywhere, really.
While I was down in the southern region, I got to stop by my old village. I saw a good friend's daugher in the distrcit hostpital, she's receiving TB medication and doing well.
Last weekend I went to the lake. It was wonderful.
Anyway, I'm here in Lilongwe until Monday morning when I head down south.
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