Showing posts with label pcnamibia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pcnamibia. Show all posts

Thursday, January 14, 2016

A day in the life




Peace Corps Namibia: A day in the life link


Every wonder what a SUPEP volunteer does while serving in the Peace Corps? Well "I hop up outta bed, turn my swag on, take a look in the mirror say whats up", but seriously, here's what I typically do! Just click the link above  :)





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Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Namibia Christmas


What is it that makes Christmas, well Christmas? The days leading up to my first Christmas in Namibia didn’t really have the “Christmas Spirit”. I chatted with friends who felt similar, trying to solve this puzzle. Was it that we were here in summer hot weather because it is summer here and we’re in Africa? Was it nerves being that it was many of our first Christmases away from family? Perhaps it was the lack of Christmas trees, lights, decorations, carols and egg nog. 

Back in the summer before embarking on this adventure I decided to leave a little surprise for my family back home. I like making jewelry and collages. I was definitely on a budget saving up to leave, but for me leaving gifts for my family was important. They wouldn’t mind the slightest bit if I didn’t get them anything, but I love giving surprises. I enjoy the smiles people get when they receive surprises. So I decided I would make some jewelry and collages, wrap them in Christmas wrapping and hide them at my parents' house where they store their Christmas decorations. This was a mission to say the least. I had a small 4-week job to save up some money over the summer and would spend every single break making this or that. The tricky part being that many of my co-workers were good friends of my mom or had previously worked with either her, my dad, or my sister. Santa Fe is small. They were all in on the secret though. Two of my good friends would help me sneak things to their house to wrap and helped supply wrapping paper. My best friend helped me move a huge bookshelf and venture through storage items so that I could hide the box of presents with my parents' decoration. Over the summer my dad had an injury/surgery so he was off from work, which made it a bit tricky when it came to having time to hide the gifts. I figured if I hid the gifts with my family's decoration they would find them when it came time to decorate… which they did a few weeks ago.  The secret mission was a success.

So as the days leading up to Christmas approached feeling just as any other day a few volunteers decided to get a group of us together to rent at a hotel in Rundu so we could all spend Christmas together as a Namily. A decent sized group all arrived to the Bavaria House the morning of Christmas Eve and the celebrations began. For myself it was a bit of a different Christmas experience. My family was always big on celebrating Christmas Eve and more so relaxed on Christmas Day. On Christmas Eve we socialized about what we have been doing during our break since the All-Volunteer conference in Windhoek. School has not been in session the entire month so we’ve been on “holiday” with lots of time on our hands. Christmas day we jammed some Christmas carols, all made a dish of some sorts, and celebrated with a White Elephant gift exchange. I won was some MTC phone credit, which I was excited about.  I did intend on spending a portion of the day with my host family, but unfortunately when my host brother was in town and offered to drive me to our village I was smack in the middle of cooking my dish and couldn’t leave.

From what I hear a traditional Christmas is spent with your family enjoying drinks and a large feast. Prior to leaving to Rundu I saw that my family had purchased 3 goats to enjoy for the holiday. This was interesting for me to see what would be Christmas dinner sitting in the back of my host dad’s truck. I was told it came out very delicious. Traditionally, the other dishes served along side meat (goat being a local favorite) are potatoes, macaroni, and rice. Definitely not a low carb kind of meal.

Over all it was a nice Christmas. I got to spend it with my Namily and had a lot of fun. I also got to FaceTime with my family back home while they celebrated Christmas Eve, which of coarse brought a smile to my heart. I was able to take some time to meet with my Bunya host mom and sister to give them a little gift I made for them as a Christmas present. I really do care about them.  I’m very much looking forward to giving current host sister the gift I made for her. I feel like I'm lucky to call her my host sister. In Namibia giving Christmas gifts isn’t very popular so it will be great to give her a little Christmas surprise and a taste of American Christmas culture. 

Monday, December 7, 2015

Nom Nom Nom! On the menu Kavango Cuisine

Grubs! Slimmy, yet satisfying :)

Actually I have ate some worms since my Namibian adventure has began, but that is more traditionally an O-land delectable. Personally, I like them dry, but I believe they are suppose to be cooked. I have a thing about textures of food so chewy grubs hasn't been something I enjoyed being in my mouth. 




 So first off a bit of background. As you may have read before I am serving in the Kavango region of Namibia. Namibia its self is split into many, extremely unique regions. As you can see on the map (or may already know) Kavango region is on the top of Namibia near the Kavango River which serves as a border between Namibia and Angola.

Depending on the region's location, its menu of traditional foods shift. The one common love amongst all regions is meat. Any get together with Namibia almost  always involves meat. I don't think I have experienced a single weekend with out walking across, into, or being a part of a Braii (the Namibian word for BBQ). Fast food may be closed, but its guaranteed that you can find some AMAZING "street meat" or "Kapana meat" being braiied on the side of the road or in front of a bar. Let me tell you it is so good that its yummy-ness will never grow old. Its also fun to see the different spices, or seasonings the sellers have out to dip your meat into if thats what you choose. If you haven't had the chance to read my blog "The Wild Game" these two go pretty hand in hand because that one is about the types of game hunted. In that blog I also referenced being unsure on how its possible to hunt (or even butcher) giraffe. Well I must of either a) seen the future coming or b) spoke a few days too soon because not long after that posting giraffe was what was on the table. 

In my region we eat a lot of fish. It is with out hesitation that the fresh fish caught in the river and salt fried or boiled that is commonly served is the absolutely best fish I have ever experienced in my life. I enjoy seeing how fish varies even with in the region. When I was living in Bunya for CBT (Community Based Training) my host mom would typically fry fish. I must admit, her friend fish has probably been one of my favorite dishes in Namibia. Now that I am living in Kasote for my 2 years of service I live with a new host family, and they typically boil the large red belly fish, which is also great. Prior to living here I would eat fish if it was what was served, but didn't love it. That has definitely changed now. I love Love LOVE fish both boiled and fried. 

One traditional food for tea time is breaded, fried fish which many love, but due to my celiac I have not tried. Yes, you read that right. I did say for tea time. One of my favorite features of Namibian culture in all regions is "Tea Time". Every day, usually around 10:00am is tea time. Tea Time is meant as a break for the day and tends to last around 30 minutes. In some occasions tea and/or coffee along with a snack such as the fried fish (pictured to the left), bread and butter, or fruit is provided. Other times you are responsible for bringing your own refreshments and snack. Another traditional yummy treat consumed for tea time, or any time of the day for that matter is a goody known as "Fat Cakes".


Unfortunately I have not been able to try these either, but people who have really enjoy them. They are balls of dough with extra butter and sugar mixed in and cooked by being dropped into a pot of boiling oil. In my opinion they seem similar to doughnut holes, but I don't know exactly. Once in a while you can also find them spruced up being drizzled in syrup or rolled in powdered sugar. The name fat cakes couldn't be more fitting. 


Now, for a fun Rukwangali lesson. "Yisima". The one food which is consumed pretty much every single day. Seriously I'm pretty sure "Yisima" is what is served 6 out of 7 days of the week. It can be used for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "Yisima" is also known as "pap", but in would be better understood as porridge in English. For lunch or dinner the "Yisima" is hard and rolled into a ball which also serves as your utensils. Who needs spoons and forks anyways? When the "Yisima" is served for breakfast it is watered down with milk and extra sugar is added. The breakfast "Yisima" has a similar taste to Cream of Wheat which brings back some childhood memories. <3 What I find most intriguing is how it is typically/ "traditionally" cooked. It is cooked with either maize (corn) or mahangu (millet) flour in a cast iron cauldron on top of three stones and over an a fire. This is known as "ediko" in Rukwangali. 




















The "Yisima" is usually accompanied with .... take a wild guess! If you guessed meat then you are right! The other popular pairs for "Yisima" is ekovi (cabbage), mutete (dried spinach, it can also be fresh though), or soap (soup). No matter what your fancy may be it is rather tasty. 


Little fun fact, macaroni is enjoyed here in Namibia just as it is in many parts of the world. In America, I automatically think macaroni is served drowing in yummy, gooey, cheesy wonders! However, in Namibia macaroni is served with mayo and ketchup. I can't say I've experienced that either  though. Darn you gluten for limiting my food options!!! Even with some (very) limited access to gluten free pasta, mayo and ketchup are a bit wild for me. I know, I know, I'll eat grubs, bats, donkey, and doves, but not mayo or ketchup right? I tell you its a texture thing.




Another traditional treat here in "Eguni" also known as a Kavango orange. It has a hard outer shell that needs to be cracked on a rock, or if your a pro with your elbow. Once you have it cracked open it is filled with little seed like fruit that kind of tastes like bananas. Your suck the fruit off the seed and spit out the see pits.





Namibias sure do know how to cook, I think that is one of the many things I really enjoy about living with a host family. Yes feeling like a member of their family is on the top of the list, but right behind it comes the out of this world meals that only a Namibian can create. Trust me, Ive tried mimicking some of the delicious recipes and even though they aren't bad, they are much better made by the hands of the ones who actually know what they are doing. I'm very excited to see what food-ventures will come to be explored in the years to in Namibia. 



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Sunday, December 6, 2015

A few fun facts about Kasote


Hello all! Don't you just love the adorable learners I get to work with. On Thanksgiving we did this fun art project. :) Naturally, Thanksgiving is not a holiday in Namibia so we did still have school.  I apologize for the quiet past week, I have been attending conferences for Peace Corps 25th anniversary serving in Namibia and it has been rather busy. Keep an eye out for a future blog about the fun stuff and exciting stories about our conferences/celebration.  Not to mention a bit of music. However, in the mean time I thought it would be fun to share a few fun facts about Kasote (the village I am serving in).

  • Kasote was discovered by the Nyemba peopleIt was named after the animal “kasote” because at the time there were several in this area. From what I am told kasote is an old Nyemba word meaning Springbok, the animal displayed on Namibia’s ten-dollar bill. A woman named Elina Menavava and a man known as Kanyonga discovered the village. In 2013 a tree in my village for some reason fell, roots and all out of the ground. The tree stayed sitting in the road for over a day blocking the small gravel pathway. It is completely unknown how, but one morning the tree was found standing perfectly planted and upright, as if it had never fallen. The tree is of decent size so in order for a person to replant it the aid of machinery would have been need. The mystery of how the tree stood again is still unknown. 
  • In 2013 a tree in my village for unknown reasons fell, roots and all  completely out of the ground. The tree stayed sitting in the road for over a day blocking the small gravel pathway. It is completely unknown how, but one morning the tree was found standing perfectly planted and upright, as if it had never fallen. The tree is of decent size so in order for a person to replant it the aid of machinery would have been need. The mystery of how the tree stood again is still unknown. 
  • Most homesteads have families of 3-4 generations living in the compound. The average homestead size is 15-20 people. (The homestead I live on has 12 people)
  • Kasote is located along the Kavango River which is the boarder between Namibia and Angola. 






Again I apologize for the lack of activity but I pinkie promise the posts will pick up! Be ready for stories/photos of the 25th Anniversary, a post about traditional foods, and a little something I learned being away for Thanksgiving 








Wednesday, November 25, 2015

The Wild Game

For many people when you think of Africa, one of the first thoughts that comes to mind is the vast amounts of wildlife. Lions on the prowel for fresh gazelle meat. Zebras galloping freely in the Savannas. Watering holes surrounded with elephants, rhinos, and wildebeest. Rafiki the baboon wondering around with his stick giving enlightening words of wisdom and discovery just as he does in The Lion King. With all the land and various types of climates through out the continent, Africa has a little bit of everything to offer when it comes to wildlife.

Growing up in New Mexico I lived life on desert sands surrounded by mountains and the wildlife it has to offer. Spending a good amount of time one the family farm, and having pets of my own developed me into an animal lover. I loved driving round staring out the window or riding in the back of my dad's truck just looking at birds and envying their freedom to fly. Trying to spot a deer or any other animal hiding in the forest always brought joy. I would even try to fall asleep and play with the chickens only to get upset with my mom's disapproval of the idea. Any animal (even the spiders I run away screaming from) intrigues me still to this day.

Though I am not a believer in hunting just for the sake of hanging the kill on your wall, I do believe in survival. This has been a battle I've had with myself for many years. My love for animals lead to me completely appalling the idea of any animal dying. My dad is a hunter. Every year himself along with other family members and friends would apply for hunts, typically for deer and elk. When they came home proud of their successful hunt with their kill nicely wrapped in the back of the truck I would typically be left uneasy when I was little. How can this happen to Bambi?!  Later the animal would be taken to a local butcher to be cut either for cooking or making jerky. I loved jerky! My family would then explain to me where the jerky came from. That hamburgers came from an animal, and guess what, chicken nuggets come from chickens! Eventually I became a vegetarian for quite some time. However, I have been eating meat again for the past couple years. As the Lion King taught me, there is a circle of life. I still love animals, but I also enjoy meats. A big reason I began eating meat again evolved around the fact that I tend to travel a lot, and with that I want to take in the culture of the new area I am living in; a big role typically being played with food. As I would research embarking into these new customs I realized meat was often featured in the dish. I'd also like to note, I do believe a person can take in a new culture with out having to surrender their own morals. However, for myself and the fact that I do have celiac, I didn't want to show up to these new host families and right off the bat give a list a mile long of the foods I can't eat since they have gluten, and the foods I choose not to eat due to them being meat. I must admit, the decision to not be vegetarian did lead me to some taste dishes (both stateside and abroad), and back to my love of jerky.

Here in Namibia, in the Southern West tip of Africa the wildlife is plentiful. With Namibia being one of the sunniest countries in the world it also offers an eclectic selection of climates. The west coast kisses the Atlantic's ocean rough salty touch. The Kavango and Capri region dance along the rivers and river lands. Etosha holds legends of her salt pans miles long and wind, and the famous game park. Where as the south is also known to have rumors of a snow fall from time to time flirting the idea of a white winter, though I don't expect dreams of a white Christmas ever forming thought.

Here, just as in America, along with every other country has its own selection of both farmed, hunted, and protected animals. In doing some internet research, along with talking with colleagues I was able to learn about some of the hunts that take place, both in the past traditionally and now.

A couple popularly hunted animals are Kudu, Eland, and Sprinbok which are often administered into "Bilton", a treat similar to jerky seasoned in a variety of ways.


Kudu, these animals are HUGE

Springbok, very fast!


An Eland, I have not personally seen this animal, yet


Fish is a very popular dish, especially here in the Kavango region where I am located. It is also common to find locals hunting Fuche which is an African dove. Fuche doesn't have much meat on it, but it is pretty tasty.

A fuche

Warthogs are another meaty treat that some hunt here in Namibia.



In the past Elephants were hunted, especially for their tusks and meat (being that they are so large), but that is not the case anymore. Some debate was raised over this in a group conversations with locals. Some said that if an elephant were to kill someone, that the village can then hunt the elephant and feed its meet to its people for "justice", others said only rangers can kill an elephant, and some said elephants are protected animals. The exact answer I am unsure of. 

Another animal that was debated about was crocodile. For the same reason as the elephant. Some said its okay to kill a crocodile if it kills or attacks a human and that when its killed its meat is distributed to the family of the person attacked. 

I heard giraffe can also be hunted, but I'm a bit unsure of this. They are so big I don't know how that could be done. I was also under the impression they are endangered but I'm not positive. 


The main farmed animals are Cow, Goats, and Chicken. Pork is very few and in between on the menu. However it can be regularly found on hotel restaurant menus or in touristy places like in Windhoek. I don't believe any of my host families have ever prepared bacon or pork chops with any meal. Since being in Namibia I've ate more goat then I ever imagined I would eat in a life time. Also, sometimes dog and donkey is whats on the menu. Though that came as culture shock at first and took me back for a moment, it was also a humbling moment to learn of such delectables. In some countries cattle worshiped, and definitely not a meal. However, in places such as America I for one do not think twice before diving into a burger loaded with green chile and bacon. 


Here they also believe in using the whole animal. We eat the meat, intestines, sometimes even the brains. I tend to be "full" when brains of anything is what's being served. I know, I shouldn't be so picky or ungrateful especially considering a meal for special events is a "smiley" which is the head and brain of goat. After the animal is consumed its fur is typically used to make clothing, rugs, or shoes. 


Some of the protected animals are as you could imagine: Rhinos, Porcupine, Pangolins, Cheetahs, Hippos, Zebras, and the King of it all, lions. 








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Monday, November 9, 2015

Movie Monday! Fun under the Bunya Sun: CBT Slideshow






Hi everyone!! Thank you again for checking out my blog. I decided this Monday called for a little movie. Myself along with the other volunteers I had CBT with in Bunya during the month of September decided to collaborate our pictures. Here is a fun slideshow video I was able to make of our amazing time in Bunya. Just follow the link below and enjoy!!!




https://youtu.be/Bq_yr9SmWpA



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Thursday, November 5, 2015

Photo set #1 from Kasote



One of my little host sisters Amor. She may be trouble but she is cute as can be. I have a new buddy. She's even wearing bandannas and glasses now. It only took a couple weeks of her staring at me like "who is this strange white person" but this is the start of one fun friendship. 



Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe the skies here in Namibia 



Some evening soccer with village kiddos


Kasote Combined School where I will be volunteering for the next 2 years 

Kasote performing some cultural dances for an awards ceremony 


A sunny afternoon with some beautiful friends 


I enjoy morning walks with my host family to school 


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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Wacky Wednesday: A few humourious misconceptions of the USA and a bitof insight

We don't know what we don't know right? I for one had a few misconceptions of Namibia prior to arriving. For example: Discovery channel loves to emphasize on the Namib Desert. I watched several documentaries about it, so part of me expected to see sand dunes every where I turned and an occasional cheetah on my walks to school. Well, after all of PST and almost one month into actual service I have yet to see a sand dune or a cheetah. I also believed my tattoos would get me kicked out of the country and wearing shorts shorter than knee length would make me out to be trashy. Both of which were false. My tattoos have lead to some great conversations (and a couple friendships), and although I don't intend on wearing any "mini-minis" as Benna would like to call them, I don't feel the need to be so conservative.

On the opposite end, I have had to just giggle at some of the funny misconceptions Namibian locals have of America and thought I would share.

1) The joys of reality TV:  "Is it true that all American women look like Kim Kardashian?"
            As much as I wish I could have curves like that.... its not going to happen. I mean I guess plastic surgery is an option but I hate doctors so.....
        Funnier part is when another volunteer and I asked if we look like Kim Kardashian to him he responded with "..No, you look more like Martha Stewart...... you know the girl from the Twilight movies who's always sad about loving vampires." I thought it was funny! Especially considering I was totally team Edward.

2) Americans are rich:  "All Americans are rich like Tyga and Wiz Kalifa. We also all run around throwing money in the air like Lil Wayne because we have more money than what fits in the bank."
         I wish this was true as well. However it has lead to some interesting conversations about what student loans are and how independent some people can be. As annoyed as I've gotten over a thing or two, this has also lead to some of the more enlightening cultural exchanges I've had, even for myself. There is dish cable and watching music videos is popular so its easy to understand how this idea came to be.

3) The Lumanati!
        I'm learning a lot more about this concept here than I knew in the states. The more I hear about it, the more I think its silly. But, who knows....... I suppose Beyonce and Nikki Manaj would have the answers from what I hear.



I think one of my favorite aspects about living abroad is encountering assumptions about American life, and also learning about how my own mind is shaped.

For example: The concept of sharing. There is a saying here that "In Africa, we share." Up until this point I thought I was great at sharing. Back home I had a habit of just giving someone something of mine just because they said they liked it half the time. I'm pretty quick to just give this or that. I do have a habit of taking friends' hoodies, hats, or loose shirts (blame my gypsy soul) though, just ask my friends. If I had company I either tried to cater to them, or they knew me well enough to just walk straight to my fridge grab a snack and start mixing up margaritas. However, here I'm starting to realize I'm a bit more selfish than I originally thought. Sharing here goes right down to sharing any little bit you have. People are not shy to offer you their only apple. When one piece of bread is left rather than the family bicker, they happily split the slice amongst 5 other family members and each take a sip out of the same Fanta can, all while chit chatting about the day. In all honesty, its mesmerizing how willing and far sharing goes here. Even more so with out questions asked. It's like second nature how people have come about sharing. I think in some ways my tight budget living on the allowance of a volunteer has made me a bit more reluctant. The other day I was upset when my tea time snacks were eaten with in 48 hours of me buying them and not making it to a single day of tea time. So when tea time approached I was sour for a moment about not having a snack. Then, one of the workers dropped off a glass of juice on my desk and said "Here you go Tena". Almost every day at tea time she has done this with nothing but a smile. Not once asking for anything in return. That put things into perspective quickly for me. Here I am, in this beautiful country. Namibia is seriously breath taking! I'm Surrounded by people who didn't even know I existed 6 months ago and they have completely opened their homes, community, schools and themselves to me. This includes feeding me some amazing meals and even adapting to my 274824 food allergies/sensitivities. I ran into my host mom from Bunya in town this weekend and she came up to me with the biggest smile on her face saying "Its my daughter Jamie, I'm so happy to see you! are you coming for holiday?". My new host sister introduces me to people when we go out with excitement telling others "This is my sister Tena." In the short time I've spent with each of their families they have completely taken me in as one of their own. Where I once lived VERY guarded, they've shown me love, and I too have grown to really care for them. Yes, being a volunteer means I'm well, a volunteer so the budget I have at my dispense is extremely limited. However, here I am, with the amazing opportunity to see how to simply open myself to giving. Whether that's snacks, or a smile, there is so much that I can learn from the locals perspective of sharing. This is indeed a beautiful lesson to be learned.



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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Welcome to Kasote

I love to travel, I guess you could even  say I don't stay put in one place very long. Most would describe me as a "gyspy soul" or full of wanderlust so 2 years in one kembo (home), wow!

This is not the first time I venture off to a new country on my own, and it probably won't be the last, but this time, man were emotions running wild. The euphoria of becoming a new official Peace Corps Volunteer still has me flying high. I don't even think cloud nine reaches my excitement. A piece of me feeling scared for some reason. Almost like a kid on their first day of school wondering "what if my village doesn't like me?", "should I make my socks match? oh wait you hate wearing socks and haven't worn any in over a month", "shit how do I say this in Rukwangali, how do I say that?", "Did I pack everything?" wow. For me, feeling nervous like this was new. I've really enjoyed the 10 weeks I spent with my co-volunteers, I loved the times I had growing close with the Bunya crew on the beach; I guess you could say it even gave me a sense of security. However, now was time for the show to really begin, and I was venturing off on my own once again.

We departed on Friday 16-October, the day right after swear ins. Naturally, African time took charge. Earlier this week a colleague I am now working with (Fans) came for training in Okahandja required by Peace Corps. We chated a bit over what Kasote would be like, the school, my family, etc. He was traveling up to Kasote in the Kavango with me along with a few other volunteers in the same region. We were all told we will be leaving by 8:00am. I was told to be ready to be picked up from my Okahandja host family's house no later than 6:30am. Come 7:45am the kumbi arrived to get me. Not half bad for Africa time if you ask me. We all gathered at Kukuri Center, different regions loading in their different buses/kumbis, "See you in December" and "Do great"s were exchanged, and shortly, the number of us got smaller and smaller. Come 10:00am still no Kumbi and we were told it would be at least an hour, so naturally the 3 of us Bunya girls still standing went to breakfast. 11:00am, nothing. Finally around noon our kumbi (which sits 13 people) arrives! GREAT.....except theres 12 of us, no trunk on the kumbi, and no trailer. As I said before, there were 3 girls with ALL the luggage we packed for 27 months of our life, plus another volunteer with all his luggage. Not to mention Peace Corps gave us large green trunks, plus our new supervisors and some of the language training staff with their luggage. Houston, we have a problem. Finally an hour later we have a trailer and hit the road.

The drive wasn't half bad until we hit a small village located just under an hr off the main road on a very dusty dirt road with dust that completely filled the kumbi and left luggage so dusty it took me 2 days to dust my bags and some how even get dust in my bags on my stuff, not sure how that happened. Did I mention we also had a covered trailer. That aside the scenery was epic! So much wildlife!!! 3 giraffes one being a cute baby!! Countless warthogs, several goo-dos (not sure thats spelt right), and some really neat birds. And the first official volunteer dropped off. After we slowly drop off one by one I'm the second to last and its 9pm.... Finally we arrived in Kasote!

 I could not believe my eyes upon arrival. A gate into my homestead is opened, we pull up and lighting set up with a couple long tables out decorated with flowers a feast awaiting my arrival. I was shocked, such a long day, I was maybe even getting a bit anxious, and this quickly changed my mood. The principal of my new school (Kasote Combined School), the chairman of the school board, my new host family, and many new co-workers with there families were all there to greet me. I was extremely flattered. They prepared a meal fit for a king of traditional foods....and get this, it was ALL GLUTEN FREE. When I first saw the food I thought to myself, damn what if they made all of this and I cant even eat it. They even prepared a whole running chicken just for me. They helped me carry in my extreme load of luggage and we dined.

The following day my new host sister/roommate was excited to show me around Rundu. She even took me to a special site here in the area of a large tree that fell at one time in the past, roots completely taken out of the soil lying flat on the road. Its completely unknown how but the tree is now back in perfect standing condition and the trunk turned green. I love local legends. I then spent all day Sunday unpacking, dusting off my stuff, and of coarse, facetiming my family. Ive grown rather fond of my Sunday facetime dates with my family. And to follow, the real first day of school.

One thing I'm coming to learn, Kasote has a surprise waiting around every corner........



On the first day of school the school began in their regular fashion with the learners lining up in the school yard and sang the Namibia and African National Anthems as the flag was risen. Directly following put the biggest smile on my heart. The cultural team then began beating on tradition drums, singing welcome songs, followed by traditional songs. I was then presented to the school by our principal Mr.Joshua and was greeting by so many smiling faces. I forgot to mention, he even gave me the name naTena upon arrival. They now call me Tena for short. Jamie is a tricky name here lol. After that I got introduced to the staff where they each introduced themselves and I was then taken to every single class to be re-introduced and get a tour of the school. Talk about a warm welcome.

The following day my principal also brought in the Headman of our village and the Chief of Police to help me feel safe and welcomed into the community. I also received a rather flattering introduction to the community when a school board meeting was held with many members and families of the Kasote community. I even got to give a brief introduction of myself, in Rukwangali. I think I did decently as well :). Though Peace Corps does have some requirements of my host community and new school, I really have to just say wow!!! My new principal and community has just gone above and beyond. They have helped my feel 100x more welcome then I could ever expect or wish for. People have been extremely kind. My host family completely welcomed me with open arms. The new school has been wonderful. I must admit I consider myself VERY lucky to recieve this site. I know it's still the beginning and most would even call this the honeymoon stage, but I have a feeling I am really going to enjoy my 2 years in Kasote.



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