A template for thoughts and experiences surrounding my time volunteering with the Peace Corps as an agroforestry extension agent in Senegal.
Diarra Pont
"Life in the Peace Corps will not be easy. There will be no salary and allowances will be at a level sufficient only to maintain health and meet basic needs. Men and women will be expected to work and live alongside the nationals of the country in which they are stationed—doing the same work, eating the same food, talking the same language.
But if the life will not be easy, it will be rich and satisfying. For every young American who participates in the Peace Corps—who works in a foreign land—will know that he or she is sharing in the great common task of bringing to man that decent way of life which is the foundation of freedom and a condition of peace."
-John F. Kennedy
But if the life will not be easy, it will be rich and satisfying. For every young American who participates in the Peace Corps—who works in a foreign land—will know that he or she is sharing in the great common task of bringing to man that decent way of life which is the foundation of freedom and a condition of peace."
-John F. Kennedy
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Bouldering!
So I have had my eye on a set of boulders right off the road in between Kedougou and my village since I first went out to my site. However, it is probably 50km away from me. Not exactly convenient to go to (although I still need to scope out the area more extensively around me; my ancien thinks there could be boulders near Etchilo). However, I was biking back from village towards Kedougou, and a Peace Corps car was going out to do a site visit for potential new site and was going to come back to Kedougou. Therefore, I was going to have a ride back if I was feeling tired after biking and climbing! When I got to the boulders, I stopped and climbed until my fingertips felt just a bit raw against the hot rock that had been baking in the upper 90 degree heat. It was wonderful! It surprised me how much I missed it and how comfortable I felt. I definitely could have biked back by the time the car passed, but considering the last bit is quite uphill, I was fine to sit in the shade and listen to This American Life, greeting the few people that passed by, confused by the white girl sitting on the road.
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