The past few weeks have been good. I have been moderately productive with my work efforts, and have managed to get out of site a decent amount. I have to begin 2 weekends back, when a nearby PC companion and I headed down south to visit the site of another friend for what I was told was a "party". After the 5 hour commute via souk bus, and picking up another volunteer along the way, we finally pulled into the small town, which was still 2 and 1/2 kilometers from our final destination. For those of you who are not familiar with the souk bus, it is a lot like the Pirates Of The Caribbean ride at Disney World, but stops being fun much sooner, and lasts A LOT longer. It is also my primary mode of transportation in the south, as there is no train near me, and it is cheaper than a taxi.
Once we started to make our way there via foot, as we were passing by a donkey cart, one of my counterparts had a genius idea. Without saying more than "I've got a great idea!", he ran over to the man driving the donkey cart, began talking to him in his local Berber dialect, and proceeded to ask him if we could catch a ride in his cart to our "work meeting". Judging by the mans reaction, this was the first time 3 white guys had approached him speaking Arabic and Berber asking for such a thing. Fortunately, he was able to squeeze us into his busy donkey man schedule and take us there. We made ourselves comfortable in the rickety wooden and metal cart and continued to chat with the man, jokingly asking him to take us all the way to Tata, a town about 8 hours away by souk bus, and that we would pay for his food. About 30 minutes and a 100 confused looks from locals later, we pulled into our destination, which was in front of a Berber carpet co-op...one of the 5 small mud houses that comprised the village, where we met up with 2 additional volunteers, thus completing the party attendees. Despite the small size of the gathering for which we spent half a day of traveling, it turned out to be a fun evening, and im sure gave the locals plenty to talk about.
The following weekend I attended VSN(Volunteer Support Network) training. The VSN is a network comprised of volunteers, that exists to help counsel other volunteers who are in need of it. The Peace Corps can be incredibly stressful and frustrating at times, and there are endless amounts of problems that can arise during ones service. So many that VSN was created to help relieve the PC medical counseling staff of some work...plus sometimes it helps just to speak with another American volunteer that you can relate to. The training lasted for 4 days, and was surprisingly therapeutic. We spent the majority of the training practicing counseling through role plays, in which we traded off being the counselor and the counselee. After an initial run through, I found that it was much easier to play the role of the person being counseled if I used some of my own problems, as opposed to made up ones. It felt good to talk to someone about things such as difficulty adjusting to my new hobbit-like lifestyle and being myself in a different language and culture. It was also good to see some friends from PST that I hadn’t seen in a while, and eat tasty food that was provided from our pcv host, who like many volunteers is an amazing cook. I left feeling refreshed, Zen like, and ready to pass on the feeling to anyone in need. The following day I went to the dentist in Ouarzazate to replace a filling that had fallen out a few weeks prior. I was relieved to find out that the PC dentist is good, and that I was able to describe that I had lost a filling in Arabic.
So this is everything that I can think of that is worth mentioning for this week. There are several things coming up that I will wait on to provide commentary. Until next time.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
So the last few weeks and been relatively uneventful, but in compliance with my attempted blogging loyalty I shall enter reguardless. One event was that I had my 25th birthday, which was my first 3rd world bday celebration. I met up with 2 fellow pvc’s and went on a bike ride through the nearby desert. The most eventful part of this day would have to be me getting hit by a motorcycle, and not getting a scratch on me.
It was amazing. I was riding in between the two other volunteers, going around a corner, when a motorcycle came flying towards me and hit me dead on, dragging my bike about 100 feet. Somehow, a millisecond before impact, I managed to jump off my bike, land on my feet and watch as my bike was dragged. The chain on the bike was knocked off, but was fixed relatively easily, and that was it. I wish there had been a Berber village person nearby with a video camera, as it was probably one of the most athletic things I’ve ever done.
As for productivity, I am currently working on getting several projects off the ground, the first of which will be a mural of the world painted in the Dar Chebab. My SBD counterpart has an art background, and wants to use her expertise in facilitating this. The second is more of an event, which would be a career day, in which we would have people from different professions in the community come in a talk about what they do. My only concern about this is that we will only have access to a limited amount of careers. It would be great to expose my students to professions that don’t necessarily exist in the dirty south, like law or journalism. The project that I am most looking forward to is the making of a documentary video, with my students as actors, about growing up in Tinjdad. I will make sure to post it up on U-Tube once it is complete, InShaallah.
The most exciting aspect of the last 2 weeks is the fixing of my toilet. Finally! LHumdullah!(praise be to God). After about 3 weeks of waiting, using the Turkish toilet which is oddly located right in front of the front door to my apartment, and bathing by bucket on my roof, a plumber finally came and fixed the problem. He used on interesting technique to get rid of the clog by filling up all the drains in the bathroom with cement, and forcing water down with a hose which was sticking down one of them, also buried in cement. Not sure if they teach that one in plumber school in the states. It also served as good language practice in that I learned the Arabic words for cement (seamen…took me offguard when he initially asked me for some), screwdriver, hammer, and shit. That’s all for now. Peace.
It was amazing. I was riding in between the two other volunteers, going around a corner, when a motorcycle came flying towards me and hit me dead on, dragging my bike about 100 feet. Somehow, a millisecond before impact, I managed to jump off my bike, land on my feet and watch as my bike was dragged. The chain on the bike was knocked off, but was fixed relatively easily, and that was it. I wish there had been a Berber village person nearby with a video camera, as it was probably one of the most athletic things I’ve ever done.
As for productivity, I am currently working on getting several projects off the ground, the first of which will be a mural of the world painted in the Dar Chebab. My SBD counterpart has an art background, and wants to use her expertise in facilitating this. The second is more of an event, which would be a career day, in which we would have people from different professions in the community come in a talk about what they do. My only concern about this is that we will only have access to a limited amount of careers. It would be great to expose my students to professions that don’t necessarily exist in the dirty south, like law or journalism. The project that I am most looking forward to is the making of a documentary video, with my students as actors, about growing up in Tinjdad. I will make sure to post it up on U-Tube once it is complete, InShaallah.
The most exciting aspect of the last 2 weeks is the fixing of my toilet. Finally! LHumdullah!(praise be to God). After about 3 weeks of waiting, using the Turkish toilet which is oddly located right in front of the front door to my apartment, and bathing by bucket on my roof, a plumber finally came and fixed the problem. He used on interesting technique to get rid of the clog by filling up all the drains in the bathroom with cement, and forcing water down with a hose which was sticking down one of them, also buried in cement. Not sure if they teach that one in plumber school in the states. It also served as good language practice in that I learned the Arabic words for cement (seamen…took me offguard when he initially asked me for some), screwdriver, hammer, and shit. That’s all for now. Peace.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Visit From PC Bulgaria
So the past few days have been a lot of fun. It all started with a random email entitled “RPCV’s
in Morocco”. It was from two returned Peace Corps volunteers, Tim and Andrew, who have recently finished their service in Bulgaria. In this email they explained that they were conducting a post PC project, which involved traveling across the world and conducting work similar to that which is conducted by the Peace Corps. Furthermore, they explained that their partner in Morocco had fallen through and that they were in search of a way to make use of their time while here. I told them to come on through, and that they were more than welcome to present in the Dar Chebab. That they did, and I was pleased to find out that they are both in fact very cool and very serious about their project. While they were here I introduced them to my community, explored with them like a tourist, exchanged similarities and differences from PC Morocco to PC Bulgaria(which forced me to convince myself that I'm better off here, living an alchohol free, celebate lifestyle), and conducted one hell of a discussion with my students on stereotypes. This was also a great opportunity for me to gain some confidence in my Moroccan Arabic, as being around people who don’t speak a word of it made me feel much more skilled than I actually am (teaching English has the same effect of my English confidence at times).
About 25 people showed up for this discussion, and on time (first time that has ever happened). I arranged for there to be translators, as I assumed many audience members would not be able to understand English or Bulgarian. We began the discussion with a simple statement of “all women are good cooks”, and asked the audience weather they agreed or disagreed with this statement. The majority of participants caught on quickly, which allowed us to promptly illicit heavier stereotypes from them, such as “all American’s are rich and selfish”, and “all Muslim’s are terrorists”. It worked out amazingly well, and was relieving in a sense, considering that these were things that I have always wanted to talk about but needed the proper setting to do so. I do feel lucky that I was assigned a site where there are many educated and seemingly open minded youth who are eager to participate in such discussions.
Having Tim and Andrew here for a few days also allowed me to explore activities that I would probably not have pursued if it were not for their presence, such as Tae Kwon Do lessons on my roof (Andrew is a 3rd degree Black Belt) or a trip to the Hammam which is right around the corner from my house. As for the Hamman, it is essentially a Moroccan bath house which has three bathing rooms, each of which has a different temperature. There is also water offered in three different temperatures (cold, warm, and burning lava hot). The hottest of these rooms, which one might nickname “the chamber of fire water”, is where the majority of the skin scrubbing and soaping takes place. There are Moroccans there are available to lend a helping hand with the peeling of “dead” skin. I figured that might be something to save for when I’m a bit more integrated.
For more information on Tim and Andrew and their project, you can visit their website at www.supercross08.com . I am actually now on their partner page for my courageous contribution to their work.
in Morocco”. It was from two returned Peace Corps volunteers, Tim and Andrew, who have recently finished their service in Bulgaria. In this email they explained that they were conducting a post PC project, which involved traveling across the world and conducting work similar to that which is conducted by the Peace Corps. Furthermore, they explained that their partner in Morocco had fallen through and that they were in search of a way to make use of their time while here. I told them to come on through, and that they were more than welcome to present in the Dar Chebab. That they did, and I was pleased to find out that they are both in fact very cool and very serious about their project. While they were here I introduced them to my community, explored with them like a tourist, exchanged similarities and differences from PC Morocco to PC Bulgaria(which forced me to convince myself that I'm better off here, living an alchohol free, celebate lifestyle), and conducted one hell of a discussion with my students on stereotypes. This was also a great opportunity for me to gain some confidence in my Moroccan Arabic, as being around people who don’t speak a word of it made me feel much more skilled than I actually am (teaching English has the same effect of my English confidence at times).
About 25 people showed up for this discussion, and on time (first time that has ever happened). I arranged for there to be translators, as I assumed many audience members would not be able to understand English or Bulgarian. We began the discussion with a simple statement of “all women are good cooks”, and asked the audience weather they agreed or disagreed with this statement. The majority of participants caught on quickly, which allowed us to promptly illicit heavier stereotypes from them, such as “all American’s are rich and selfish”, and “all Muslim’s are terrorists”. It worked out amazingly well, and was relieving in a sense, considering that these were things that I have always wanted to talk about but needed the proper setting to do so. I do feel lucky that I was assigned a site where there are many educated and seemingly open minded youth who are eager to participate in such discussions.
Having Tim and Andrew here for a few days also allowed me to explore activities that I would probably not have pursued if it were not for their presence, such as Tae Kwon Do lessons on my roof (Andrew is a 3rd degree Black Belt) or a trip to the Hammam which is right around the corner from my house. As for the Hamman, it is essentially a Moroccan bath house which has three bathing rooms, each of which has a different temperature. There is also water offered in three different temperatures (cold, warm, and burning lava hot). The hottest of these rooms, which one might nickname “the chamber of fire water”, is where the majority of the skin scrubbing and soaping takes place. There are Moroccans there are available to lend a helping hand with the peeling of “dead” skin. I figured that might be something to save for when I’m a bit more integrated.
For more information on Tim and Andrew and their project, you can visit their website at www.supercross08.com . I am actually now on their partner page for my courageous contribution to their work.
Friday, January 18, 2008
So it looks like I broke my blog promise. It has been about 3 weeks since my last entry, and by no means have I been updating it more frequently as I said I would. Sorry, to all my fans out there. Maybe I’ll just stop making promises.
Life has been a little slow recently, but good. Over the past few weeks I have been able attack my soon to be apartment full force with cleaning supplies, and have bought some furniture so its about time to move out of the host families place. Despite my cleaning efforts however, yesterday my Turkish toilet went insane and sewage began to come up through the drain in my shower, leaving my bathroom resembling a broken outdoor latrine. On a good note, I was able to practice my Darija with a local plumber. I hadn’t had much plumbing vocabulary practice prior to this event.
I have been able to get out on several bike rides and hikes, which have been therapeutic. The day before Christmas I hiked the Todra Gorge with a fellow PCV, and last weekend I went on a bike ride through the Dades gorge. Both of these places are close to me and beautiful. Hiking through the Mid-Atlas mountains reminds me a lot of hiking through the Rocky’s in CO, yet in CO there are no nomads, donkeys, and randoms sheep herds that you might run into while hiking. It’s interesting to hike 10 miles into what seems like the middle of nowhere and find a wardrobes’ worth of clothing laid out and drying on a rock, along with a make-shift lean-to with a donkey tied to it. To me the most fascinating thing about the nomads is that they seem to move themselves, along with everything they own everyday. There are days when I barley leave my apartment.
Today there will actually be the celebration of another Moroccan holiday called Ashura. The 10th of January is officially Islamic New Year. Magic, good, and evil is practiced on the Ashura day and on the preceding night which is said to favor witches. People gather and wear masks and costumes and speak in disguised voices the night before, which is apparently today (even though today is the 18th). On Ashura eve, “the bonfire night” fires are built throughout the town and people sing and dance around them. In addition, there are water rites attributed to this holiday, and it is said that you can freely soak someone with water on the morning of it. So from the sounds of it, it seems like a Moroccan Halloween without candy, but water, and in the coldest time of year. Today there will be a festival for this near my site, so I will have to go and see for myself, and perhaps wear my raincoat.
As for teaching, it continues to go well. I recently got a camcorder (thanks parents!), so my next big perceived activity will be making a documentary video with my students about life in Tinejdad. They are all very excited about this idea, as am I. Part of me has always secretly wanted to make documentary videos, and I can’t think of a better place to start than right here.
That’s it for today. Hopefully the next few weeks will be more eventful so I will have more interesting things to write about. Until then…
Life has been a little slow recently, but good. Over the past few weeks I have been able attack my soon to be apartment full force with cleaning supplies, and have bought some furniture so its about time to move out of the host families place. Despite my cleaning efforts however, yesterday my Turkish toilet went insane and sewage began to come up through the drain in my shower, leaving my bathroom resembling a broken outdoor latrine. On a good note, I was able to practice my Darija with a local plumber. I hadn’t had much plumbing vocabulary practice prior to this event.
I have been able to get out on several bike rides and hikes, which have been therapeutic. The day before Christmas I hiked the Todra Gorge with a fellow PCV, and last weekend I went on a bike ride through the Dades gorge. Both of these places are close to me and beautiful. Hiking through the Mid-Atlas mountains reminds me a lot of hiking through the Rocky’s in CO, yet in CO there are no nomads, donkeys, and randoms sheep herds that you might run into while hiking. It’s interesting to hike 10 miles into what seems like the middle of nowhere and find a wardrobes’ worth of clothing laid out and drying on a rock, along with a make-shift lean-to with a donkey tied to it. To me the most fascinating thing about the nomads is that they seem to move themselves, along with everything they own everyday. There are days when I barley leave my apartment.
Today there will actually be the celebration of another Moroccan holiday called Ashura. The 10th of January is officially Islamic New Year. Magic, good, and evil is practiced on the Ashura day and on the preceding night which is said to favor witches. People gather and wear masks and costumes and speak in disguised voices the night before, which is apparently today (even though today is the 18th). On Ashura eve, “the bonfire night” fires are built throughout the town and people sing and dance around them. In addition, there are water rites attributed to this holiday, and it is said that you can freely soak someone with water on the morning of it. So from the sounds of it, it seems like a Moroccan Halloween without candy, but water, and in the coldest time of year. Today there will be a festival for this near my site, so I will have to go and see for myself, and perhaps wear my raincoat.
As for teaching, it continues to go well. I recently got a camcorder (thanks parents!), so my next big perceived activity will be making a documentary video with my students about life in Tinejdad. They are all very excited about this idea, as am I. Part of me has always secretly wanted to make documentary videos, and I can’t think of a better place to start than right here.
That’s it for today. Hopefully the next few weeks will be more eventful so I will have more interesting things to write about. Until then…
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