August 4th – 9th, 2012
I think I hit my record: Four countries in one day! We left Botswana early on the 4th,
crossed the border to Zambia and flew to South Africa. Getting back into South Africa from
Zambia was much less dramatic then getting in. Apparently an emailed copy of your yellow card was proof
enough and I was able to board the plane to problem. A quick flight to Johannesburg, then an even quicker (35
min) flight from Jo’burg to Matsapha, Swaziland and I was “home”. We arrived by nightfall so Mom couldn’t
see Swaziland right away but we spent a fabulous evening with a fellow PCV who
picked us up at the airport through a Swazi friend who has a car. My last transport would have already
left by the time we got into town so we couldn’t go to my place that night.
We finally made it to my homestead on Sunday, Aug 5th). It was so fun to introduce my Mom to my
host family, crazy to have my two worlds meet. We spent the next three days around my community. Mom came to work with me and we spent a
lot of time just hanging out on the homestead so Mom could experience Peace
Corps Life. We had an American BBQ
one night for my host family with Hamburgers, hot dogs, baked beans, potato
salad, sweet corn on the cob, and chips.
Addy and Ryan came over for that and we had a BBQ on a Swazi style
grill! The next night my host
family cooked a traditional Swazi dinner for my mom. My Make and I decided that this would be a good moment
to slaughter Henny Penny. I know a
lot of you just gasped and think this is sad, but its not. That’s life here and Henny Penny lived
an exceptionally good life for a chicken.
Reality is Penny’s life wouldn’t have been that much longer anyways
since she was actually a cock.
Once you have too many cocks together they fight to be the alpha one and
it causes a problem on the homestead.
enjoying some American BBQ |
Mom came with me to the Refugee Camp to teach my last
English class of the term. My
students love, love, loved having her visit. They made her sit on the “hot seat,” an exercise we do
weekly to help them practice asking and answering questions. I think she really enjoyed being there
also, however the 30-minute walk to and from the camp wasn’t her favorite.
English class at the refugee camp. |
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