Sunday, June 18, 2006

Trainee

It’s officially day 4 in Lesotho! After two days of city hopping starting in Philly to NY to Dakar (Senegal) to Johannesburg to Bloemfontein to (finally!) Maseru, the Lesotho capital, we were about ready to collapse. Surprisingly the flight wasn’t too bad. I was lucky enough to have an empty seat next to me the first leg so it was nice to spread out a bit. The worst part was attempting to haul my luggage the entire way. I honestly believe I must have carried more than my body weight. I had a 34kg suitcase, plus a 21kg backpack on my back, not to mention a carry on bag and a backpack somehow on my front. But everyone was struggling so at least we could go through it together. The hotel in Johannesburg was so luxurious; they gave us wine and cheese right as we walked through the door. We all decided to live it up because it was going to be the last time we were in any type of place that nice. Finally making it to Lesotho was very tiring, but we immediately perked up as soon as we reached our training site. We were greeted with beautiful Basotho singing and dancing by our teachers. It was a very emotional moment. Hearing their voices and receiving welcoming hugs from complete strangers really made me feel like I was meant to be exactly where I was. I think I will always remember exactly what it felt like to get off the bus that first day.
So far we’ve been here for a few days and it’s been structured classes from sun up to sun down (I’m not kidding). We’ve been able to go to Maseru to use the internet cafes but not too often. Next week is our last week here and then we move to host families for the next six weeks. This is where we’ll learn more about how people live. We will all be living in rural areas with no running water or electricity (this is where you take pity on me and send me stuff) so it’ll give us a taste of how actually life for the next 2 years will be. It does sound bad but really, I can’t wait. This is all for now, but I’ll try to update this again before I leave for the village.

2 Comments:

Blogger amyface said...

it sounds amazing, char, and i'm so glad that you feel comfortable and welcome there. miss you!

p.s. do you have any means to music? if so, let me know and i can send you something in the mail.

9:48 AM  
Blogger whoami123 said...

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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

7:11 PM  

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