Big Changes

Thanks to a slew of incidents and probably a massive flood of parental concern hitting the levy of Washington that separates us from the States we have been offered IS here in Mauritania. For those of you not in the Peace Corps vernacular that means Interrupted Service. What this really means is the option to just go home and receive at least half the credit of a completed service.

Through many miles of deliberation, my mind wandered and I could not justify taking the offer to return home. Although I have a number of problems here in Mauritania, I don't feel as though I am finished with this place or this place is finished with me. I believe that I could still leave a lasting impact here. I want to be here and that's actually a change I did not see coming. The feeling of ownership has finally hit me here and I can't leave all the good relationships I've built among Mauritanians and American volunteers.

In total we lost 21 volunteers and without the incoming class--a whole different blog--we are reduced to only 47 volunteers at present. It will be a long kinda lonely year, but we have the resolve and fortitude to stick it out.

Bamako Blackouts

Well the vacation in Mali was absolutely incredible! What an amazing country with development in mind and the improvement of it's peoples' lives at the heart of their purpose. The contrast between Mauritania and Mali is so amazing that it blows the mind. Mark McMurray, a region mate of mine, and I left Mauritania on May 21 and arrived in Dogon shortly after the 30th of May became the 31st of May. Dogon is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, been in, be blessed to walk through. If you happen to find yourself in West Africa at anytime in your life it is an absolute must that you explore this ancient and incredible region of the world. The people of this region live almost as they did 500 years ago.

Mark and I ventured our way back to Bamako where we had tickets waiting to see my first professional soccer match. A world cup qualifier between Mali and Ghana filled its billing as an intense spectacle of sport. 65,000 crazed soccer fans made the concrete of the stadium pulsate with their own anxieties. Although Ghana won, 2-0, the experience was an amazing one indeed!

As for the partying aspect, Bamako proved to be all it has been hyped to be, I was in no way disappointed with the options available for food or drink; a kick ass town!

Just Gross

 It's all my fault to be honest, leaving site for such a stretch. Whenever I do come into town, the kids like to play 'what can we throw in the Nassaranis' window?' Usually it's just a bunch of random trash, maybe a used battery or two. This past period away brought a new step in their determination to make me miserable in the clean up phase. This time around the little bastard boys decided to leave me a dead cat in my room. I'm not sure how long it had been there, but I would venture to say over a week. In spirits of comedy I gathered the dead cat with a shovel, walked out into the sand dune and flung the decomposing body. 

 Since I haven't had a tolerable toilet since December I have been using the sands as my own liter box. Each night I wander out, dig a little hole, do the deed and bury it. On this particular moment of need I ventured to my usual spot, undid my chiyas and began to rid my body of the rice and beans we had for lunch that day. With the gentle night breeze came a horrific smell. I looked around trying to locate where it might be coming from. I looked behind my squatting legs and noticed that I had just pooped on the dead cat I had flung earlier that afternoon. Just makes me love Africa that much more. Ha. 

The Latest Word

So I must apologize to everyone for being such a lax writer.
Things have been going along as well as can be expected, the village life is just a little tougher than I had originally thought it ever would be. I'm just breathing and that's the best form of success. As for my projects, well they are planned and now I'm starting to beg for money. It would be so much easier if we could tap into the developmental money set aside from our own government, but alas we in the PC have to beg instead our family and friends, dah well.
I really wish I had more to say, but at present I'm just drained. I promise to get a few more typed out asap.