So, I got roped into PC Senegals Master Farmer program. At the time it seemed like it wouldn't be too hard. After having completed the training for it, It is going to be a little more work than I had anticipated. The Master Farmer program is a program in which the PC gives all sorts of materials to an extremely motivated native farmer, that has already shown his or her skill in their farming ability, and who is open to new farming techniques. Once these farmers have these new materials they set up a hectare of land, and grow food plants, and hold trainings for local small scale farmers to improve the food security of their area. The farms are set up according to PC standard using the farm to demonstrate why these improved techniques are better. for instance the farmer will set up a row of corn. one half will be done with added amendments like manure, compost and ash, and will be thinned out so that really big healthy corn will grow, and the other half will be planted using the traditional method that is commonly used where they don't add anything to the soil, and they don't thin out the plants. people will be able to come to the farm and immediately see how to grow corn, and be able to grow more food. it is a really cool program but requires a lot of time and energy. my job is to over see the farmer and help with all sorts of agricultural techniques and help solve his agricultural problems. The farmer gets to keep all the food produced by his farm of course, and can sell it at the market. he will most likely raise the most money from selling fruit trees and ornamentals. a fruit tree (mango, orange, papaya) can sell for 1000 Cfa (2 dollars) it is easy to get a pepiniere (nursery) of 1000 trees. the farmer can make a ridiculous amount of money like this. I am really excited to be working with my farmer, although he is far away from me. He lives like 40 km down the road. the only reason I can work with him is that there is another volunteer in the same city as the farmer. he is a health Volunteer, which is why I am going to be the Agro specialist for the farm. he will probably work with the farmer more than me.
So, I am having trouble with mangoes. They are extremely delicious and nutritious but they make my hands sticky, and they give my lips and skin a bad rash. its mostly cause I am careless about the skins when I eat them. there are nasty oils in mango skin, and I get a rash like poison ivy. I usually eat them like an orange, I just peel away a part of it and chomp down. I am going to have to change my technique and use a knife to take care of the skin. its a less fun method, but I love mangos.
-Mike
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I Am Doing Things
So, I have started to do things here at site. I have almost completed the organization for my garden workshops, although I am running into some trouble. The womens groups keep trying to haggle, and bargain with me about the price. I can't change the price. That is just silly. For the Demonstration garden I am doing, I finally have a budget and a mason. I am going to have an awesome well, and really nice fence. I was a little skeptical about this guy at first, but then he showed up with blueprints from world vision, and told me that he has done similar wells nearby. I think he is pretty legit now. the guy that is supplying the materials speaks english pretty well, and I like that in case i need to explain some details.
Today is easter! My puppy got neutered today! instead of looking for easter eggs some guys came over to my house and looked for puppy balls! they found them! from what I heard one man held his head, one held the puppies front legs, one man held the puppies back legs, and one man held the tail and razorblade. I was at a garden when this was all happening two streets away. I could hear the screams of terror from the puppy as he was put under the knife. when I got home he looked like he was doing ok. kind of bloody, but wagging his tail. I think i am going to get him some meat tonight. he had a rough day.
Mike
Today is easter! My puppy got neutered today! instead of looking for easter eggs some guys came over to my house and looked for puppy balls! they found them! from what I heard one man held his head, one held the puppies front legs, one man held the puppies back legs, and one man held the tail and razorblade. I was at a garden when this was all happening two streets away. I could hear the screams of terror from the puppy as he was put under the knife. when I got home he looked like he was doing ok. kind of bloody, but wagging his tail. I think i am going to get him some meat tonight. he had a rough day.
Mike
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Since Spain...
So, Since spain I have not been at site too much. There are lots of things happening that I had to go to. There was a long Urban Ag summit in kolda. it was ok. I learned what air layering is. I hadnt even heard of that term before! I also bought a pomegranate! It was really great seeing my Uag friends after a few months. I was also able to go to the pool everyday! I love the pool! then there was volunteer visits, so I stayed in Kolda for a few more days to meet the newbies. They seem pretty nice. really pretty girls.
My host mom is still in the vilalge for a religious thing, so I have been going to all the tiny little restaurants that velingara has to offer. some are niceer than others. there are a few that only has girls working there and they all try to talk to the "rich" white guy, but I don't really give them the time of day. there is one place that I think may double as a whore house. its near the bus station and gas station. the food wasnt very good, but the interior was pretty nice, and there were 3 pretty girls working that were all talking to me the whole time. one of my favorite places to go now is a meat plate place, the guys there are really nice, its near by, and the food is delicious. there is also a fan! having a fan in the restaurant is soo crucial to my repeated business. there is one fancy restaurant that I know of now. the food is pretty good, it comes with a salad and some bread. its twice as expensive as most restaurants and there is no fan. I think i will return there in the cold season only. the puppy keeps digging up the garden. he is a bad boy! he will fetch though, so thats fun. he is adorable. I might end up stealing him and bringing him back to the states. he only speaks pulaar, so it would be funny bringing him home and having people try to give him commands in english. thats all for now
Mike
My host mom is still in the vilalge for a religious thing, so I have been going to all the tiny little restaurants that velingara has to offer. some are niceer than others. there are a few that only has girls working there and they all try to talk to the "rich" white guy, but I don't really give them the time of day. there is one place that I think may double as a whore house. its near the bus station and gas station. the food wasnt very good, but the interior was pretty nice, and there were 3 pretty girls working that were all talking to me the whole time. one of my favorite places to go now is a meat plate place, the guys there are really nice, its near by, and the food is delicious. there is also a fan! having a fan in the restaurant is soo crucial to my repeated business. there is one fancy restaurant that I know of now. the food is pretty good, it comes with a salad and some bread. its twice as expensive as most restaurants and there is no fan. I think i will return there in the cold season only. the puppy keeps digging up the garden. he is a bad boy! he will fetch though, so thats fun. he is adorable. I might end up stealing him and bringing him back to the states. he only speaks pulaar, so it would be funny bringing him home and having people try to give him commands in english. thats all for now
Mike
Espagne part dos
So, Then we went on to Barcelona. That was awesome! We took a high speed train (yay trains!) and I got to experience the beautiful spanish country side. I think I saw a castle, but im not sure. The spanish country side is gorgeous. Then when we got to Barcelona, I realized that one of my bags was gone. long story short it was stolen, and our tourguide (the angel that she was) was able to have the train people locate it (sorry my english is getting worst everyday). most things were still in my bag, but my new beard trimmer, and battery charger were gone. luckily they didn't touch the Bacon! barcelona was much warmer than Madrid (thank goodness) although it was still kinda chilly. First we went to the Olympic Stadium. I love the olympics, so that was really awesome to see. Then we took a bus tour for some of the afternoon of the beautiful city. then I ran into my arch enemy again... The bank! (see previous posts) for some reason, after I told Chase Bank via phone, and via online banking that I would be in spain, they put a hold on my account. I eventually fixed it and everything was fine. The food in Barcelona was awesome! I ate a lot of bacon (The hotel breakfasts were very lack luster, and were very senegalese. bread, butter, bad coffee, I was very unhappy with the barcelona hotel breakfast) There was cake, and bacon, and chorizo, and all sorts of stuff everywhere. The coolest part of Barcelona is the Gaudi stuff. The architecture there is unbelievable. I highly recommend going to the gaudi park. there was one place that was very overwhelming. There is a large market that has jsut about everything. I couldnt handle it. it had dragon fruit and berries! BERRIES!!! there was such a large variety off foods, and it was so crowded, but no one was bothering me, It really freaked me out. I had a whole 5 minutes in there then I had to leave. But then I found a bar. everyone spoke english, the bartender was from somewhere in europe, but a jew, and had recently completed service in the Israeli army. he was a cool dude. After the bar i kept wandering, and then I found something amazing. barcelona has a dominos Pizza. yeah! I ate some pizza. some real american style delicious pizza. they served beer there too but it was too expensive. My last day in Barcelona I wandered around, for days I was dreaming of my favorite american fast food breakfast, the sausage egg cheese bisquit sandwich from McDonalds. one would think oh its Barcelona and there are many McDonalds around of course you will be able to find one that has breakfast. but no. I walked around Barcelona with my luggage for an hour trying to find an opened McDonalds. at about 10:30 I found one and rushed in all happy and smiling really big, "Finally what I have ben waiting for!" I said to myself. I went up to the counter and asked for breakfast and she looked at me and said something in spanish to the equivallent of we dont serve breakfast here. I didnt say anything else. I jsut turned with a frown and walked out. later that day and found a cool american style bar. everyone spoke english. there was a game that I played where you have to balance a coin on a lemon floating in a pitcher of water. I won like 4 times, and each time you do it you get a shot. the bartender was one of the most beautiful girls ive ever met. she was swedish, and was sooo into me. she wanted me to stay an extra night. I couldnt, and I left. At the airport I started singing when i was in the duty free store. the song i sang went like this...duty freeeee liquor, Duty freeee liquor, oh look duty free chorizo, duty free chorizo!. it was a good song, it was great. Spain was awesome. On the ride home I met a really pretty pulaar girl. she was sitting next to me on the plane. we talked for most of the ride. she was really hot. she gave me her number (shwing!). I dont think i will ever call her though, because african women scare me.
when I got home, it was full blown mango season! and I was locked out of my house for a few minutes and I looked up at the mighty mango tree in my yard and said to it "oh mango tree why can't there be a mango close to the ground so that I can eat a mango?" and then suddenly a mango fell from the tree. I ate it. I love my mango tree.
Mike
when I got home, it was full blown mango season! and I was locked out of my house for a few minutes and I looked up at the mighty mango tree in my yard and said to it "oh mango tree why can't there be a mango close to the ground so that I can eat a mango?" and then suddenly a mango fell from the tree. I ate it. I love my mango tree.
Mike
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
And Then There Was Spain. Pt 1
So, I don't have time to write the whole story right now so here is part one of "And Then There Was Spain"
So, then I went to Spain. This allowed me to help complete the third goal (I think its the third goal) of the Peace Corps Mission, which is "Helping promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans." My mother is the orchestra director for my old high school. my brother is now also in that orchestra. The orchestra was going to Spain on tour, and my mom told me that if I could find a ticket to spain for under 500$ She would take me along. so I did it, and went to spain. I rode on Royal Air Maroc. it was an ok airline. if you have the option of chicken or beef, you should go for the beef. I chose poorly. the breakfasts on Royal Air Maroc, are lacking flavor, and the bread they serve it with is hard and crusty and tastes old. Beside all of that my flights were great. I had a Layover in Casablanca. we got to walk on the Tarmac, which was cool, cause I got to be like "Rick" from the movie Casablanca. Then I got to madrid. Madrid is a beautiful city. When I stepped off the plane I immediately went to customer service, and asked "Hables Ingles?" The lady behind the counter said something crazy in spanish about how she could speak english, but then I didn't understand the rest of what she said, so I asked her again. her response was that she spoke english but she could speak to me in spanish if i wanted to practice. I then smacked her in the face, and yelled at her about how dare she assume that I want to practice a different language, I'm on my goddamn vacation. I want to speak as much english as possible!... At least that is what I thought about in my head. in reality I just took a deep breath and asked her were to find a sim card and a big mac. to my joy, they were right next to each other! so I bought a new sim card, and sat down for the the best hamburger i've had in 9 months. I had a few hours before I could meet up with my mom and the kids, so I decided to put on my winter clothes and my winter hat and walk around Madrid with my backpack for a few hours. Looking back, I don't think that it was an especially good idea for me to have been alone those first few hours in the western world. Everything thing since getting into that first airplane in Dakar, had been slightly overwhelming, and then I thrust myself into an even more overwhelming experience all alone. I grabbed a map, and quickly figured out the metro system. I put myself right into the center of the city Plaza Mayor. I walked around and ate food for about 3 hours. I found an all you can eat buffet that served beers. I stayed there until I could not longer eat. then I found a place with ice-cream, but not just any ice-cream! yes you guessed it, Magnum Bars. I ate one even though i was freezing cold. I should mention that normally 50-60 degree weather does not even phase me. However going from pulling a donkey 50 miles in 120 degree weather for a week, and then going to a climate that has a high of 55 is going to make me very cold. I met my mom outside of the Bullring. the Bullring in Madrid is beautiful. really all the architecture in spain is beautiful. Spain is a beautiful place.
So, then I was part of the group. That was where I met the nicest lady in the world. Elena was our tour-guide, and she was the best tour-guide I have ever had. she knew everything, and could speak english really well, and always kept her cool about everything. she's a really cool lady. a few times, when the kids were set free to wander we would go have a drink and have tapas. I was able to hang with the group and my mommy and brother in all the museums we went to, and just had a great time. meal time in spain was very difficult for me. I would get upset at everyone around me for various reason, but I think I kept my cool. when I was sitting with he chaperones, all I wanted to do was eat delicious foods. the chaperones however kept asking me question after question. all I wanted to do was keep pouring food down my throat. When I ate with the kids I would get upset when they didn't eat. one kid wouldn't eat creme brulee because it looked weird. what an idiot. I argued that it was just sugar and flour, and he still would not eat it. he said all he wanted to do was eat candy... well like whats the difference!!?!? then the kids were all complaining about how all they have been eating was Paella...they only had it 2 nights in a row! I have been eating basically the same 3 or 4 dishes for the last 8 months, and I have yet to complain about it. these kids complain about having the same delicious food in an exotic country two nights in a row and they complain? I know that they all go to chipotle everyday, and im sure they don't complain about that! anyways...the food was awesome. the second night I was there was probably the best meal. there were like all sorts of courses, and then the main course was a half a chicken! that was sweet. and for dessert there was cake. all kinds of cake! (I took pictures) I was smart to be eating with the chaperones that night because a tray of cake was brought to all the tables with all sorts of cakes and whipped cream. the chaperones, acted like normal adults wanting only little tastes of a few cakes to watch their weight. I however went to town and put some serious cake to the face. as we were leaving I noticed out of the corner of my eye a half eaten piece of cheesecake a kid had left behind. this cheese cake was no ordinary cheese cake however. this piece of cake had BLUEBERRIES. real, never frozen or dried blueberries!!!. I couldn't believe it. I had not eaten a berry since august, and not there was a cake with berries on it in front of me. I freak out and ask out loud to the crowd " Do you see that this cake has real blueberries on it!? who would do this!? do you see the berries!?" I then lunge for the delicious half eaten pice of cake, but then my mom slaps my hand and looks me in the eye and says "Michael you are out of control"...I never did get to eat that piece of cake...But then the next day we got to ride on high speed rail to the wonderful city of Barcelona!!! If you know anything about me, then you know I am a huge advocate for high speed rail in the united states. riding high speed rail in europe was just as I imagined. sleek, smooth, speedy! I just hope that the kids will take their new knowledge of how amazing trains are back home with them to the states. they should e-mail their senator about how high-speed rail is important for the economy and environment of Ohio. The spanish countryside was magical. I think I even saw a castle! on the ride I got to read an amusing book my friend sent me, and watch a spanish soap opera. Then I lost my luggage. Part 2 coming soon!
So, then I went to Spain. This allowed me to help complete the third goal (I think its the third goal) of the Peace Corps Mission, which is "Helping promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans." My mother is the orchestra director for my old high school. my brother is now also in that orchestra. The orchestra was going to Spain on tour, and my mom told me that if I could find a ticket to spain for under 500$ She would take me along. so I did it, and went to spain. I rode on Royal Air Maroc. it was an ok airline. if you have the option of chicken or beef, you should go for the beef. I chose poorly. the breakfasts on Royal Air Maroc, are lacking flavor, and the bread they serve it with is hard and crusty and tastes old. Beside all of that my flights were great. I had a Layover in Casablanca. we got to walk on the Tarmac, which was cool, cause I got to be like "Rick" from the movie Casablanca. Then I got to madrid. Madrid is a beautiful city. When I stepped off the plane I immediately went to customer service, and asked "Hables Ingles?" The lady behind the counter said something crazy in spanish about how she could speak english, but then I didn't understand the rest of what she said, so I asked her again. her response was that she spoke english but she could speak to me in spanish if i wanted to practice. I then smacked her in the face, and yelled at her about how dare she assume that I want to practice a different language, I'm on my goddamn vacation. I want to speak as much english as possible!... At least that is what I thought about in my head. in reality I just took a deep breath and asked her were to find a sim card and a big mac. to my joy, they were right next to each other! so I bought a new sim card, and sat down for the the best hamburger i've had in 9 months. I had a few hours before I could meet up with my mom and the kids, so I decided to put on my winter clothes and my winter hat and walk around Madrid with my backpack for a few hours. Looking back, I don't think that it was an especially good idea for me to have been alone those first few hours in the western world. Everything thing since getting into that first airplane in Dakar, had been slightly overwhelming, and then I thrust myself into an even more overwhelming experience all alone. I grabbed a map, and quickly figured out the metro system. I put myself right into the center of the city Plaza Mayor. I walked around and ate food for about 3 hours. I found an all you can eat buffet that served beers. I stayed there until I could not longer eat. then I found a place with ice-cream, but not just any ice-cream! yes you guessed it, Magnum Bars. I ate one even though i was freezing cold. I should mention that normally 50-60 degree weather does not even phase me. However going from pulling a donkey 50 miles in 120 degree weather for a week, and then going to a climate that has a high of 55 is going to make me very cold. I met my mom outside of the Bullring. the Bullring in Madrid is beautiful. really all the architecture in spain is beautiful. Spain is a beautiful place.
So, then I was part of the group. That was where I met the nicest lady in the world. Elena was our tour-guide, and she was the best tour-guide I have ever had. she knew everything, and could speak english really well, and always kept her cool about everything. she's a really cool lady. a few times, when the kids were set free to wander we would go have a drink and have tapas. I was able to hang with the group and my mommy and brother in all the museums we went to, and just had a great time. meal time in spain was very difficult for me. I would get upset at everyone around me for various reason, but I think I kept my cool. when I was sitting with he chaperones, all I wanted to do was eat delicious foods. the chaperones however kept asking me question after question. all I wanted to do was keep pouring food down my throat. When I ate with the kids I would get upset when they didn't eat. one kid wouldn't eat creme brulee because it looked weird. what an idiot. I argued that it was just sugar and flour, and he still would not eat it. he said all he wanted to do was eat candy... well like whats the difference!!?!? then the kids were all complaining about how all they have been eating was Paella...they only had it 2 nights in a row! I have been eating basically the same 3 or 4 dishes for the last 8 months, and I have yet to complain about it. these kids complain about having the same delicious food in an exotic country two nights in a row and they complain? I know that they all go to chipotle everyday, and im sure they don't complain about that! anyways...the food was awesome. the second night I was there was probably the best meal. there were like all sorts of courses, and then the main course was a half a chicken! that was sweet. and for dessert there was cake. all kinds of cake! (I took pictures) I was smart to be eating with the chaperones that night because a tray of cake was brought to all the tables with all sorts of cakes and whipped cream. the chaperones, acted like normal adults wanting only little tastes of a few cakes to watch their weight. I however went to town and put some serious cake to the face. as we were leaving I noticed out of the corner of my eye a half eaten piece of cheesecake a kid had left behind. this cheese cake was no ordinary cheese cake however. this piece of cake had BLUEBERRIES. real, never frozen or dried blueberries!!!. I couldn't believe it. I had not eaten a berry since august, and not there was a cake with berries on it in front of me. I freak out and ask out loud to the crowd " Do you see that this cake has real blueberries on it!? who would do this!? do you see the berries!?" I then lunge for the delicious half eaten pice of cake, but then my mom slaps my hand and looks me in the eye and says "Michael you are out of control"...I never did get to eat that piece of cake...But then the next day we got to ride on high speed rail to the wonderful city of Barcelona!!! If you know anything about me, then you know I am a huge advocate for high speed rail in the united states. riding high speed rail in europe was just as I imagined. sleek, smooth, speedy! I just hope that the kids will take their new knowledge of how amazing trains are back home with them to the states. they should e-mail their senator about how high-speed rail is important for the economy and environment of Ohio. The spanish countryside was magical. I think I even saw a castle! on the ride I got to read an amusing book my friend sent me, and watch a spanish soap opera. Then I lost my luggage. Part 2 coming soon!
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