Hero - My Final Post

This week is Peace Corps week! Marking the agency's 54th anniversary. Since its establishment by President Kennedy in March 1, 1961, many people from all over the United States made the decision to uproot their lives and travel to developing countries around the world to serve as Peace Corps Volunteers.

It's been over two years since I have made the decision to become a volunteer myself. I can remember an afternoon in late February of 2012 when a FedEx driver knocked on my door to deliver an envelop from the Peace Corps. This envelope contained a letter and other papers that outlined the next two years of my life. My roommate watched in anticipation as I opened the envelop to reveal the details of my upcoming assignment. I began reading my letter and learned that the Peace Corps would like me to serve as a Primary Teacher Trainer in The Gambia, a country that I had never heard of before. I immediately searched for it in Google Maps and was shown a very small country in West Africa. At that moment I was a mix of mostly excitement and confusion. For the next few days many thoughts went through my mind. Was it the right decision to make? Do I really want to be away from home for two whole years? What if I don't like the country? All these questions went through my mind. Eventually I made the decision to go for it!

As you all have read from my previous posts, it was a very rewarding, as well as a very challenging time in my life. I faced many challenges prior to becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer, but the challenges I faced while living in The Gambia were in a league of their own. Even now I can vividly recall some of the physical ailments and discomforts that I felt. There were days when I was curled up on the floor, writhing in agony from a parasite coursing its way through my intestines. I had to take antibiotics for a whole week because my foot swelled up like a balloon after getting infected from a spider bite. And there were countless nights when I fell asleep completely drenched in sweat because of the relentless heat. There were also other circumstances that made life difficult in The Gambia. One of them was of course the limited means to call home. It would cost 15 dollars for me to speak with someone back home for 30 minutes. And if whoever I tried calling did not answer then I was out of luck, because they could not call my phone. I lost count of how many times I have tried to call certain people and they were unable to take my call and I did not get to speak with them. It was a terrible feeling every single time. And if I was fortunate enough to be able to speak with someone back home, I would have to time the call so I could make sure that I said goodbye before my credit ran out. There were a couple times when my credit ran dry during a conversation and I was not able to give a proper goodbye. This too made for a terrible feeling every time it happened.

I also touched on some of the rewards of living in The Gambia in my previous posts. Bar none the most rewarding thing for me was being able to help my baby host sister, Isatou. I told my host father about the dangers of Malaria and he took the initiative and bought Isatou her own mosquito net. I remember when I saw her sleeping under her mosquito net for the first time safe and sound, I started to cry tears of joy. Even now I am getting teary eyed as I write this post and reflect on that moment. Just seeing her like that made me feel so good, and it made everything worth while. I did not care if anything else went my way during my time there. The most important thing for me was her having that mosquito net, and that she was safe. I would endure all the hardships I faced again and again, just so long as it meant that I was able to help her. I will never forget that little girl, she is my hero.

It has been over six months now since I have returned home. It was August 2nd of last year when I flew into Chicago Ohare. My five hour layover was quite overwhelming. The concrete jungle that I stepped into was much different from the open landscapes of the sahel. I walked through the terminal in shock because of all the food choices. I decided to eat at Macaroni Grille. I ordered bruschetta and salmon, and they were phenomenal! I arrived at Flint Bishop Airport later that evening and was picked up by my brother. He had taken the liberty to order my favorite Jimmy John's sandwich for me to have as a late dinner! The next morning I surprised my parents as they came home from church. They were expecting me to come home a week later. My brother and I had it all planned out for me to surprise them, they had no idea!

My first month back was filled with excitement. I got to catch up with people and eat some foods that I missed. Sushi was awesome! I also got to drive again, fortunately I had not lost my touch. However, readjusting to life back home has not been entirely easy. Before I left The Gambia I had some briefings regarding what to expect when I arrived home. I was told that some people back home may have a hard time relating to me, and that it will be difficult to share my experience. I found this to be true for the most part. Though I cannot blame anyone for not being able to relate to me. I know that most of them are trying to put themselves in my shoes. But unless they have actually experienced something like what I went through themselves, then there really is no way for them to know exactly. It is kind of hard for me though. Serving in the Peace Corps was two years of my life, two years of my youth, that I suddenly had difficultly talking about with others. But there have been some people who keep an open mind and ask a lot of good questions. They have helped make the transition easier for me. On the other hand there have been certain people that I have come across that simply got on my nerves. They would say completely asinine things to me as if I would find them funny. Usually based on some sort of stereotype or perception that the person had. A woman at a store took a step away from me and held up her hands as if to keep me at bay after I told her that I had recently came back from Africa. She tried saying in a joking voice "Oh, you're not about to infect me with Ebola are you?" I slowly dropped my face into my hands after she said that. I felt that was a completely inappropriate thing to say to me. There was another time when a man said disrespectful things about my host siblings after I showed him a picture of them. It took a lot of energy to maintain my composure. Hearing someone say those things about the people who took me in and looked out for me for two whole years was almost intolerable. Even now I still come across people who say things like that to me, and I pity them for their ignorance. But overall things are going good for me. I recently started a new job that I am liking. I have also gotten back into scuba diving, as well as other activities that I did not get to do while I was away. I got to explore four different shipwreck sites in Lake Superior back in September, and I will be getting my advanced scuba certification this coming spring!

This will be my final post for this blog. I hope you all enjoyed reading about my adventure as a Peace Corps Volunteer in The Gambia. Even though I am back home now living a "normal" life, I am sure it will not be too long until adventure finds me once again. But until then, I am just going to take things one day at a time and just enjoy life. I will never forget my West African experience, it was truly amazing! I hope Isatou is doing alright, she will be turning two this month!

If you have any questions for me, feel free to send me an e-mail at joshua.guerrero1097@gmail.com.

Nuwari, ma kata kane! (Sarahule: Thank you, see you later!)

Reading is Fundamental

One thing that I have really enjoyed during my service in The Gambia is having the time to read books. Back home I would struggle to finish one book because I was so busy. However, during these last two years I have read 50 books. So for this post I wanted to share a list of the books I have read and tell about my favorites. Just in case any of you are looking for a good read. The books are listed in order read.

1. Pirate Latitudes by Michael Crichton
2. Shōgun by James Clavell
3. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
4. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson
5. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
6. Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy
7. The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson
8. A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin
9. Life of Pi by Yann Martel
10. World War Z by Max Brooks
11. The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H.P. Lovecraft
12. The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest by Stieg Larsson
13. Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
14. Pacific Vortex by Clive Cussler
15. Transfer of Power by Vince Flynn
16. American Assassin by Vince Flynn
17. Mud, Sweat, and Tears by Bear Grylls
18. Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks
19. Vampire Forensics by Mark Collins Jenkins
20. A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin
21. The Shack by William Paul Young
22. The Third Option by Vince Flynn
23. Kill Shot by Vince Flynn
24. Separation of Power by Vince Flynn
25. A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle
26. The Wolf’s Hour by Robert R. McCammon
27. Executive Power by Vince Flynn
28. Memorial Day by Vince Flynn
29. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
30. Consent To Kill by Vince Flynn
31. Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card
32. Inca Gold by Clive Cussler
33. Act of Treason by Vince Flynn
34. Protect and Defend by Vince Flynn
35. Extreme Measures by Vince Flynn
36. Pursuit of Honor by Vince Flynn
37. The Last Man by Vince Flynn
38. The Lions of Lucerne by Brad Thor
39. Spartan Gold by Clive Cussler with Grant Blackwood
40. At The Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft
41. A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin
42. Lost Empire by Clive Cyussler with Grant Blackwood
43. The Lost City of Z by David Grann
44. The Kingdom by Clive Cussler with Grant Blackwood
45. Tai-Pan by James Clavell
46. Uncharted: The Fourth Labyrinth by Christopher Golden
47. The Tombs by Clive Cussler with Thomas Perry
48. The Way of The Knife by Mark Mazzetti
49. The Mayan Secrets by Clive Cussler with Thomas Perry
50. Gai-Jin by James Clavell 

So I have read some series and trilogies. My favorite is definitely Vince Flynn’s Mitch Rapp series. I really liked the action and suspense in each book. My two favorites in the series would have to be Transfer of Power and Protect and Defend, but I really like the others too. I would certainly recommend this series for anyone who enjoys reading thrillers. Clive Cussler’s Fargo Adventures is my second favorite series. Each one had a great modern day adventure relating to some historical figure or event. I think I like The Tombs the best. I also enjoyed James Clavell’s Asian Saga, although I have not read all of them yet. The three that I have read so far were outstanding. They were long reads, but each had a gripping story-line and great character development.

As for stand alone books, I could not lock down a favorite. A runner up is Robert R. McCammon’s The Wolf’s Hour. This was another longer read, a lot of things happen in the story. But they way events unfold was really well done in my opinion. I also felt that McCammon’s depiction of the werewolf was very good and original. Another runner up is Uncharted: The Fourth Labyrinth. I am a big fan of the Uncharted franchise, so I had to read it. I actually really enjoyed it. I also liked Bear Grylls’s autobiography Mud, Sweat, and Tears. I good friend back home sent me a copy as a Christmas gift. I am a fan of Bear Grylls, and found a lot of inspiration from his autobiography and shared it with other volunteers as well.

So these are the books that took up some of my time here in The Gambia. I have really enjoyed being able to read here, and I hope to continue when I return home. Which is just about a month away!

Balance

Josh’s Journal

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

2205, Baja Kunda, The Gambia

This journal entry has been edited for content.

Its been forever since I’ve picked up this book. Its just been sitting on my desk with some other books. Not sure what compelled me to pick it up just now, but I suppose I should record some of the things that stand out in my mind. My last entry was early April. Since then some of my close friends here have returned home, some very unexpectedly. I can even recall events from two separate days towards the middle of last year. Both easily being two of the worst days of my life. It took so much of myself to keep a level head during those times, but fortunately I was able to.

Not everything was bad though, there were some highlights. I got to go to two separate yoga retreats. Enjoyed myself at both of them. I’ve met some amazing people who came into the country. Some are still here, some have returned to their homes. I still stay in touch with those that have left. I helped lead Marathon March a few times. Had a blast doing that and I think the trainees enjoyed it. HIV/AIDS bike trek was awesome. I had a great teaching partner for that. Some friends even came to see me at my village.

Lately my time here feels like a balancing act. I have good days and bad days, wonderful days and just down right awful days. Some mornings I wake up with a splitting headache and aggravated with the sound of children crying and donkeys squealing. Days like that just make me think “forget this place.” Other mornings I wake up with a great amount of energy and a productive and positive attitude. Again its all a balancing act.

I’ve been thinking a lot about home lately. Especially since the holidays were recent. I can’t say that I’m too upset about not being home for the holidays. Even before I joined the Peace Corps there have been many times when I didn’t get to see my family, so it’s not a new thing for me. But I still can’t help but think about them and my other loved ones back home. Fortunately I was able to get on Facebook on Christmas day and send messages to people. Christmas here was good too. Spent it with a small group of volunteers and we had a nice meal and watched a movie. We didn’t have a tree, or snow, or an assortment of presents, but we were okay.

Sometimes thinking about going home makes feel both excited and anxious. I can’t stay forever, I have to go home at some point. And I’m getting closer to that point. Sometimes I wish I could fast-forward time, and other times I tell myself to settle down and focus on the here and now. I look forward to seeing people when I get home. As well as other things like having clean feet and people not calling me toubab. Man I hate that word! But for now I got to live in the moment. Despite some of the things that I dislike about being here, this is pretty awesome. I’m doing something amazing! And this West African adventure is about to get even more awesome in the coming months. Next stop… Morocco!

The Small Victories

“At first I thought you had to be tough to join the Peace Corps. Now I realize that you have to be crazy!” These are the words of a recent American visitor to The Gambia. I do feel there is some truth to this statement. I have been here for 15 months now, and this experience so far has taken it toll on me; mental, emotionally, physically, even spiritually. People back home see pictures that I take here and say that this is an amazing experience. And it is, very much so. However, I can clearly say that the list of cons of being here is much longer than the list of pros. Even so, I have no intention of leaving here until it is the right time for me to go. Because for what few pros there may be, they still greatly outweigh the cons. I have written about many things that have happened here in my previous posts, but I have not written much about how I actually feel. So for this post I want to give you all a look behind the curtain. I want to tell more about some of the tough and crazy things that have happened, how they make me feel, and why they are not enough to get me to quit.

You all know some of the bad things that have happened here from my previous posts. Such as the time when my host family’s house was destroyed by a storm. The time when I had to help the people in my village fight a fire that was destroying one of their buildings. Or the time when I had a fever that was so high that my life was at risk. But here are some other things that I have not mentioned before. Each one is a long story, so I will summarize. One time I was almost run over by a man on a motorcycle. Another time I was almost blown up when a man tried lighting a cigarette next to a leaking fuel tank. Some people here will see me and say things like toubob or white boy, and it is not very often that I receive a proper greeting like hello or good morning. I have had rocks thrown at me, I have had people try to con me, and I have had to tell some men off because they were harassing my friends. So there are many times when I find myself feeling impatient or even angry with some people here. I also experience different physical ailments that make my service difficult. Earlier last month I was sick for an entire week because I had a parasite in my intestines, and it was causing fever, diarrhea, and delirium. Last week my foot was bit by a spider and it got infected. It swelled up to twice its size and I was barely able to walk on it. For the most part these are isolated incidences, but there are the day-to-day challenges that make this experience difficult also. I am always sweating, my feet are never clean (which made it hard to treat the infection in foot), I have rice for every meal, I have to ration water, and feelings of isolation or boredom can loom over me. Some people have asked me how I am able to cope with all of this. Sometimes I wonder that myself, especially during moments when my sense of humor and can-do attitude can only go so far.  In the end, it’s the small victories that do it for me.

A few months ago I attended a Malaria training and thought about potential projects to do in my village. I decided to start with my host family. I asked my host father one day if he had any mosquito nets and he said that he did not. At the time we were entering the rainy season here in The Gambia and I told him that the rains bring more mosquitoes, therefore an increased risk of Malaria. He took this information seriously and decided to get nets for the family. He obtained them the local health clinic, one for each bed in the family’s house and two for the outside sitting area. After the nets were set up I started up what I call Mosquito-Free Reading Time (MFRT). On some nights when it gets dark, some of the children in my host family and I will gather underneath a net and I will read to them. I will also tell them about why its important to sleep under a net and they seem to understand. Malaria is the leading cause of death for children under five in The Gambia. So I am pleased to know that the children in my host family are protected. I recall a certain night when I walked out to my host family’s sitting area and saw my five month old baby host sister Isatou sleeping underneath one of the nets. That moment brought on a wave of positive feelings. Just seeing her sleep safe and sound like that filled me with so much joy that I started to get teary eyed. Even now when I go and check on her at night, it still makes me feel wonderful and at ease. And I am glad that I was able to play a role in keeping her safe. To some, this may seem like a small victory, but to me this has to be one of the most rewarding things that could happen during my service. Of course she is too young to remember her big brother from America who looked out for her when she was a baby, but I will certainly remember her.

I have less than a year remaining in my service. I know that before I leave here I am going to run into times when I will feel frustrated, confused, doubtful, or even angry. But thinking about what I have been able to do for Isatou and the other children in my host family will give me all the motivation I need. And I know that I will never quit, no matter how tough things might get. I may not be a Peace Corps volunteer who makes a difference on a grand scale, but I have been able to make a difference in the lives of a small group of children and a five month old baby girl. And for me, that alone makes all the hardships that I endure from this experience well worth it.

Isatou sleeping under her mosquito net!

MFRT with the kids!

The Road So Far

It has been over a year since I have arrived in The Gambia. It has been an incredible experience, one with both good times and bad. So for this post I wanted to touch on some of the best and worst aspects of my journey thus far. I am also thinking of the future, and looking forward to certain things once I return home in another year.

First off, some things that I dislike:

• Donkeys – The squealing sound that they make is very annoying and they do it at all hours of the day.
• Limited Communication – Sometimes staying in touch with people back home is difficult. Internet access is scarce and no one back home can call my cell phone. For me to call people back home it costs about 50 cents a minute.
• Bony Fish – The fish that is eaten here is very bony. Whenever I take a bite I have to pluck a few bones first. One time at school, a bone got caught in between my teeth and I had no floss.
• Toubob – The people here call foreigners “Toubob”. It is not meant to be derogatory, but I still find it annoying. To me it is like nails on a chalkboard.
• 20 Questions – Often times I am approached by people wondering who I am, and they ask me questions. Which I know I stand out as a foreigner and they are curious to know where I am from. But information such as where I live in The Gambia, where I am currently going, and ways to contact me is given on a need-to-know basis.

Next, some things that I like:

• Domoda – A dish made up of white rice and peanut sauce that I find really tasty. Just keep the bony fish out of it.
• The Beach – I love swimming in the ocean. Also watching beach sunsets makes for a great way to unwind and get rid of all my troubles.
• My Host Family – My host father is awesome. He always has my interests at heart. My host mothers are two caring and hardworking women who make sure I never go hungry. And the kids are cool, fun, and respectful.
• Biking – I like traveling by bicycle. I get to where I need to go while getting exercise and I do not have to worry about gas prices.
• Time on my Hands – Sometimes this can cause my mind to wander and lead to negative thoughts. However, I keep myself busy with productive activities like reading and exercising. I like that I am able to read here. So far I have read over 30 books, which I never had time for back home.

Moving on to some of my worst moments: 

• Spinning Out of Control – Recently I suffered a massive headache and it felt like the room was spinning. It felt like I was placed on a carousel, spun around at 1,000 RPM for five minutes, and then had to sprint 100 yards. Once I got it to stop I could not move. If I moved my head even a little, it would start back up again. It got so bad that I threw up from it.
• Losing my Grandfather – Losing a family member is difficult as it is. But losing a family member while you are halfway around the world makes it all the more difficult.
• Seeing Friends Go – An experience like this can create strong bonds. I have become good friends with some of the other volunteers, and recently some of them have returned home. And it will not be too long until more of them go home as well. It is hard seeing them go, but it is all part of the Peace Corps experience.

Now some of my best moments:

• Marathon March – This event took place during my training. My group and I went on a day hike through some of The Gambia’s rice fields, forests, and mangrove swamps. Hiking is one of my favorite recreational activities. So I loved being able to go out and explore some of the Gambian wilderness. I have done Marathon March twice now, and I get to do it again next month!
• Talking to Loved Ones Back Home – It does not matter if it is through the internet or on the phone. Any chance to talk with a loved one back home is a Godsend.
• My Birthday – My birthday was back in December, and two of my friends came to my village to celebrate with me. Also some of the volunteers put together a little event for me one time when we were all at our transit house in Basse.

Lastly, things I am looking forward to when I return home:

• Various Food Items – Sushi, Jimmy John’s, and slurpees, just to name a few.
• Weddings – Some of the best people in my life will be getting married shortly after I return home!
• Catching Up With Family and Friends – That goes without saying.
• The Next Step – For the moment I am not sure what I will be doing after Peace Corps, but as far as I am concerned the sky is the limit.
• A Good Night’s Sleep – My mattress will be comfortable, I will not be sweating like crazy, donkeys will not be waking me up, and I will not feel smothered by my mosquito net.

Kombo

Last week I was in Kombo, which is the region of The Gambia where the capitol city Banjul is located. I went there to take part in Marathon March. A few volunteers and I lead the new group of Health volunteers on a day hike. We hiked through some of The Gambia’s forests, rice fields, and mangrove swamps. I had done Marathon March before when my group was in training, and I really enjoyed it. So I was looking forward to doing it again. I also had a meeting in Kombo regarding this year’s HIV/AIDS bike trek. Every year volunteers bike to different villages and teach HIV/AIDS awareness, and I am part of the planning committee for this year’s trek.

Kombo is actually a fairly well-developed area of the country. It is a great place for the volunteers to go to relax. They are many things that can be found in Kombo that cannot be found in village, such as cereal, candy bars, cold drinks, and fresh fruit. There are also a decent amount of restaurants that serve western style food. I also can get relatively reliable internet access. Last week I was able to have an hour long Skype chat without any complications. I also have friends that live there and its great to see them.

Perhaps my favorite part of Kombo is the beach. I love being near the ocean! The beaches here in The Gambia are not very crowded either. I recently decided that I want to compete in a triathlon when I return home. So I do a lot of swimming practice when I am in Kombo, it makes for a good time. However, what I really enjoy doing is coming to the beach just as the sun is setting. It makes for an absolutely beautiful and serene setting that allows me to unwind. I like to think that I can take my frustrations or any other negative thoughts and give them to the sun and it takes them with it as it disappears over the horizon. I have never witnessed a sunset over the ocean before coming to The Gambia. I grew up in the Midwest and lived on the east coast for a while, so I never had the opportunity. It is quite wonderful!

So Kombo is a nice place. Whenever I return to village after some time in Kombo I feel recharged and motivated. Sometimes I do not like to go there because transportation can be irritating, and I will cover that in a later post. Things continue to go well here. I may hit a few bumps in the road from time to time, but that is expected. It makes things exciting!

Back on the Grid

It has been quite some time since I submitted a post on here, which goes without saying. Lately I have been having a hard time finding things to write about. At this point in my service, it seems like nothing really comes as a surprise to my anymore. Everything around me just feels normal now, and I have been able to call this place home. However, there have been a few noteworthy moments that I do want to share, some good and some bad.

First off, I will start with some of the good things. I have been able to make considerable progress on some of my projects that I have been working on here. The library at my school has come a long way. The books have been cataloged and neatly shelved according to genre and reading level and will soon be ready for the students. I also collected letters from my 7^th and 8^th grades students here that they wrote to their American pen pals. I will be mailing them out once I return to the Capitol in the coming week. One of my counterparts and I also held a Scout weekend campfire for our Scouts. There we did various activities to promote teamwork, discipline, fitness, and other life skills. They seemed to really enjoy it, as did I. Other exciting things that happened recently were climbing to the top of a cellular tower, eating a bush rat, diving into the Gambia river, watching Gambian wrestling, encountering a warthog, and having one of my photos get chosen to be featured in a publication at my college. (Shown below)

Now for the not so good part. Last month a fire broke out in my village. It was a Sunday night and I had just finished eating dinner and was getting ready to settle in for the night. Then I heard agonizing screams coming from somewhere in my village. When I stepped outside my house I saw flames coming from nearby. I quickly put on my shoes and headed in that direction. When I got there I saw a building was on fire and the villagers were in a frenzy trying to get bowls and buckets of sand and water to try and put the fire out. I jumped in as well trying to collect sand and water to contribute. I also got a chain started with some teenagers and we were able to quickly pass sand up to the people nearest the flames. After about an hour we were able to get the fire under control. I walked back to my compound covered in dirt and feeling exhausted. My host mother gave me a jug of water so I could wash up. That night I had a hard time falling asleep. Even though I was physically exhausted from the ordeal, my mind was flooded with too many unanswered question. I was wondering, how did the fire start? Whose building was that? Was anyone hurt? How much damage was done? The lack of information made it difficult to sleep. The next morning I met up with one of the village elders to try and get some answers. It turned out that it was a shop that caught fire when a gas stove went haywire and took the building. Thankfully, no one lost their lives that night. Also the fire did not spread to anyone’s homes. So that was a rough night, but things have gone back to normal and adequate repairs have been done on the building.

So that is a summary of the last few months. I will make a conscious effort to post on here more regularly. I am a third of the way done with my Peace Corps service, so I should have plenty of new and exciting experiences to share along the way!

I also want to take this moment to thank a few people. I first want to thank everyone who has sent me something, and you know who you are. Your gifts has been a Godsend! Also I would like to thank the students and staff at Saint Stephen School for their participation and continued patience during our pen pal project. The letters from your Gambian pen pals will be sent out soon! Lastly I would like to thank my mother and the students and staff at North Branch Elementary School for their generous book donations. They are a great addition to the school library here, and the teachers and students are very happy to have them. Pictures to come soon! Thank you again everyone and God bless!

Dealing

There have been a lot of ups and downs these last couple weeks in the capital. My group and I had our in-service training, which made for some long days. Yet we worked hard during our training sessions, for we knew that once it was all over we would get to enjoy a nice Christmas break!

Christmas Eve was a lot of fun! The US Ambassador invited all the volunteers to his house for dinner. We also watched A Christmas Story on a large, inflatable screen. That made for a fun night. On Christmas morning we had a large breakfast at the transit house. Some of the volunteers worked hard to prepare it, and they did a wonderful job. We also had a gift exchange game that we played. Later in the afternoon some of us decided to go down to the beach. This I really enjoyed, for I never thought that I would be swimming in the ocean on Christmas day. We ended the day with an open mic night. For this event some of the volunteers prepared certain acts to perform for everyone else. Some played guitar, performed skits, or recited poetry. I decided to tell a story, which everyone seemed to enjoy. All this made for a wonderful Christmas in The Gambia.

Two days later I received bad news. I found out that my grandfather had passed away. This was hard to hear, and the fact that I was thousands of miles away made it all the more difficult. However, I received a tremendous amount of support from the other volunteers. I was really glad that they were around when I heard the news, rather than being alone in my village. There were other circumstances that I was thankful for as well. My grandfather was at his farm and had loved ones around him, he also went peacefully. I miss him, and I do kind of dislike that fact that he will not be there to welcome me home in a couple years. However, I believe he is in Heaven now, and I will get to share everything with him some day. I know he would want me to stay strong and keep on doing what I am doing here. So I will do just that.

Now I will be returning to my village soon, which I am actually really looking forward to. I will be able to get back to my routine and continue with my work. The last couple weeks have been very eventful, in both good and bad ways. It has left me feeling somewhat exhausted, but I do have a renewed focus and determination. The new year is upon us, and I intend to accomplish much throughout it.

Rest in Peace Grandpa, I love you very much!

It's That Time of Year

I find it hard to believe that I have been in The Gambia for over five months now. Time seems to go by so fast here.  Now the holiday season is upon us. I thought it would be difficult at first to be halfway around the world from my family when the holidays came around. However, this is not a new thing for me. When I was in the Marine Corps, there were times when I was not able to go home to see my family for Thanksgiving or Christmas. So being away seems much easier this time around. So here is how I spent some of the recent holidays.

For Halloween my original plan was to watch some scary movies and enjoy some of the candy that was sent from home. However, this plan fell through quickly because I was unable to charge my laptop to watch movies. So I ended up going to a place in the village to watch a football match. After returning to my house, I decided that the next best thing from watching scary movies was to read some scary stories. So I read some short stories by H.P. Lovecraft.

I also spent Thanksgiving Day in my village, which was uneventful to say the least. However, the real celebration was that Saturday in Basse. Some of the other volunteers came and we had our own Thanksgiving feast. We all prepared a dish to contribute. I teamed up with another volunteer and we made fruit salads. We first cut a watermelon in half and cut up the insides into chunks. Then we filled our now made watermelon bowls with oranges, apples, pineapple, bananas, and of course the watermelon chunks. Other prepared dishes included yams, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, dibbled eggs, fried okra, garlic bread, pasta salad, and corn. And for dessert we had no-bake cheesecake and peanut butter and chocolate pie. All of this along with the company of the other volunteers made for a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration!

My birthday also passed recently. Two volunteers from nearby villages rode their bikes in to celebrate it with me. My language partner was one of them and she surprised me with a poster that she made. It said “Happy First Gambian Birthday, Bakary!” and it had some of her artwork on it. The three of us made lunch and visited for a while. We also went to a nearby bitik and got some cold sodas. It was great having them both there for my birthday. I also received a call from my mother and father, wishing me a happy birthday. It was brief, but it felt great to hear from them.

Next up is Christmas, which I have no definite plans for at the moment. I will be in the capital with the group of volunteers that I came to The Gambia with. So I am sure that we will be putting together something spectacular to celebrate.

Not a day goes by where I do not think about my family and friends back home. Yet I cannot really say that I have had any feelings of homesickness. I think a lot of it is because of the other volunteers. In a way we have become our own family. We do things together and we look out for each other. They are wonderful people and it is great to celebrate holidays with them. I cannot wait until our next celebration together.

Happy Holidays Everyone!

A Day In The Life

Some of you might be wondering what a typical day is like for me. So here is what happened yesterday.

0600 – The morning prayers blast from the mosque's megaphones, resonating throughout the entire village. My alarm is not set to go off for another half hour, but I just turn it off. The sound is so loud that it sounds like someone placed a boom box on my front porch. Might as well just get up and around. 

0715 – I just finished a small load of laundry. They should be well dried by the time I come back. Since I have to wash my clothes by hand I tend to wash small loads very frequently. This way I do not have to wash an entire pile. After I am finished I use the water in the tubs to water my banana trees (yes, I have two banana trees in my back yard. How cool is that?!). Then my host father knocks on my door to deliver a loaf of bread so I can make my breakfast. I make myself a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

0815 – I get myself signed in at my school. The students make their way to their respective classrooms. I am sweating from the bike ride here. The school is about one kilometer away from my house. I passed my usual morning traffic of children playing, donkey carts, and women balancing heavy objects on their heads while carrying babies on their backs.

1030 – I have an interesting conversation with another teacher about polygamous marriages.

1145 – I sit with some of the other teachers around the food bowl to have lunch. We have fish with white rice and onion sauce.  I try to not eat too much for I know I will be eating with my family later.

1400 – I make it back to my compound. The children all run over to greet me. I give each one of them a high five and a fist bump. I go inside my house to top off my water filter and bring my clothes in off the line. I sweep the floor also. This is I do constantly, for small things on the floor bring in ants.

1430 – My younger host brother comes to my door to tell me that lunch is ready. I go into my host father's house and join him and my host brothers around the food bowl. Today we are having domoda, which is white rice with groundnut paste. It is one of my favorite Gambian dishes.

1530 – I usually commit time after lunch to do some reading. I never really had much time to read back home, but here I read a lot. I have been at my village for a little over two months and have read eight novels. Right now I am reading Life of Pi.

1600 – I try to exercise regularly. I have found a couple of good running routes around my village. But today I decided to do yoga and stretching.

1730 – I carry the bucket that I filled up at the community pump to my latrine area to get ready for my bucket bath.  This includes bathing by gathering water in a cup and pouring it over my head. I actually kind of like bathing this way.

1900 – Night falls on the village. I turn on my lantern and look around the inside of my house. I am paranoid about having another bat find its way into my house. I have already had to kill one earlier in the week when I could not get it out. 

1930 – I join my host father and brother outside for dinner. Tonight we are having rice and sweet potatoes. My host father takes his leave early to do evening prayers. So I finish eating with my host brother. After dinner I help him with his numbers. He can now successfully write to ten. He also helps me with my Sarahule.

2015 – I take my toothbrush and a water bottle out into my backyard to brush my teeth. I have become very used to doing all my daily hygienics without having running water.

2100 – After reading a little more of Life of Pi, I get myself settled in to bed. I say my prayers and then try to make myself as comfortable as I can on the cheap foam mattress that is my bed. I think about my family and friends back home. I hope all is well with them.

Distinction

For this post, I wanted to touch on two significant cultural differences that I have learned about Gambian cultural to that of what I'm familiar with in America. There are many differences of course, but these are the two that stood out to me the most.

As I had mentioned in an earlier post, time is not an issue with the people here. They go about their days their own way without being in any rush. I found this to be an interesting and low stress lifestyle, but it goes much deeper than that. Many Gambians are not even concerned about their age, because they don't even know how old they actually are. This is common among those that are born in villages. If you were to ask them when they were born, they would tell that they were born during a particular season and not know the date. So needless to say, many Gambians do not celebrate birthdays. They just go on living their lives without worrying about the number of years they've accumulated.

I have also found marriage proposals here to be interesting. Marriage proposals are done with kola nuts. Kola nuts are what Gambians use for a variety of customary greetings and ceremonies. For marriage proposals, if a man wants to marry a woman. He will present a kola nut to the woman's parents and then go back and tell his own parents. Then his parents will go talk to the woman's parents, and if they decide that they can be married then the woman's parents will give a kola nut to the man's parents. I found this to be a very interesting custom. What I found most interesting about this is that sometimes this can occur without the woman's knowledge, and she will discover that her parents have chosen a husband for her.

I continue to learn intriguing things about the people here. Somethings may be overwhelming at first, but I keep an open-mind about them. I have been living in Baja Kunda for a little over a month now, and the people are getting to know me better. The children in my host family walk with me whenever I venture out into the village and show me around. So things are going great, and I look forward to see what else I can learn from the people here.

Off The Grid

I have been living in my new village for a little over two weeks now. So far I am adjusting well, but I am still getting used to things. My new host family is absolutely wonderful! They really do what they can to make sure that my needs are met. They also are very patient with my limited language skills. No one in my host family speaks English, so I have been trying to improve my Sarahule. Even if my progress is slow, they have no problem with helping me learn. One of the main challenges I am facing is being separated from other volunteers. I am placed further into the country than most of them. So I have been finding ways to stay busy and keep feelings of isolation and boredom at bay. I have mostly been doing a lot of reading, but I do try to venture out into my village and talk to people. My village is actually quite big; it’s bigger than my hometown. So far I have not seen all of it, but I am sure I will before too long. I will be living here for the next two years, so I should make myself at home.

I have been able to see some interesting wildlife as well. Every time I walk into my yard I almost always see some kind of lizard. Lizards and toads seem to be everywhere. There are also many brightly colored birds that I have seen. Of course there are some animals that I need to keep at a distance. There are hyenas in the bush areas outside of my village. So far I have not seen any, but some of the villagers had told me that they are more active at night. Also last week when I was riding my bike, this warthog the size of a cow ran across the road. I remember seeing programs on TV about boar hunting in parts of America. However, the warthog I saw was much larger than anything I have seen on TV. So I need to keep a sharp eye when I venture out into the African wilderness. Of course I cannot be too off guard when I am indoors either. Even as I was typing this blog I saw a brown recluse spider climbing on the wall.

My school also started up last week. I have established a good rapport with the teachers and look forward to working with them. It looks like I will be focusing my efforts to helping with early literacy. I also will be starting a project to improve the school library. More details of my work will come as school goes on.

Overall things are going great! It will take some time until I am fully integrated at my village, but I will remain flexible and keep an open mind. Every now and then, the fact that I am living in Africa feels unreal to me. When I look at a map of the world, I look at where my family and other loved ones are and then look at where I am on the other side of the world. It can be tough at times, but this is an exciting challenge for me. And I look forward to see how things unfold in my village and at my school.

Just Getting Started

The last two months in The Gambia have been enlightening. I have been faced with many challenges, but I have also yielded many rewards. Now the training is officially over. My group and I had our swearing in ceremony on Friday at the US Ambassador’s residence. There we took the oath to discharge our duties as Peace Corps volunteers. We also listened to a few guest speakers and even gave our own speeches. During training, the group was divided into different groups to learn one of four languages, either Wolof, Pulaar, Mandinka, or Sarahule. Two from each group gave a speech, one to speak in the language and one to translate. My language partner gave the speech in Sarahule, and I gave the English translation. After the ceremony we all went down to the beach and had a nice swim.

Now the adventure really begins! I will be moving to my new village, Baja Kunda, tomorrow. The school I will be working in will start back up soon. I am excited to meet the teachers and students, and to see about any potential projects I can do. I am also excited to get to the village and get settled in. It will be difficult at first, because I will be entirely on my own. When I was living in Madianna, there were eight other volunteers that also lived there. However, I will be the only volunteer living in Baja Kunda. Therefore, I will have to find ways to deals with boredom and isolation. Once I establish a routine then things will run smoothly. It helps that I have a great host family there. They were very helpful when I did my site visit a month ago. So overall I am excited to take this next step in my Peace Corps service.

On a separate note, I have been asked about my mailing address here. If anyone is interested in sending me anything my address is as follows:

Joshua Guerrero, PCV
C/O Peace Corps/ The Gambia
P.O. Box 582
Banjul, The Gambia
West Africa