Monday, June 25, 2012

Trent thinks about returning and describes his 2 bike flips

So my blog is now going to be twisting a little bit. For the most part my adventures are over after 2 years. I have adjusted to life here and really it takes a lot to surprise me anymore; I am now going to be talking about readjusting to America and the things like that. I am planning on wrapping the blog up around the beginning of September. So expect a change in the next couple of postings; mostly about what I am thinking about. Hope it is still enjoyable. So I have 46 days until I come home. I am currently in Kaya and will really actually just be applying for jobs and doing some last minute paperwork. I have Camp Glow towards the end of the month and I have my replacement coming and visiting me in 2 weeks. It is weird to think about the fact that I am going to have someone new living in what I have called my house for 2 years. I hope they don't mind my paint job. :) I am currently searching for jobs in Indianapolis. I have thought about it and I think that I can be happy in Indy. I am going to go back and spend a year in Indy and decide if this is what I want out of life. If it is not what I want... I can go exploring again. I am also waiting to hear back from the Foreign Service Officer Test that I took. I don't think that I passed; but who knows. That could influence some decisions. Especially if I have the threat of going back to no job. I told my dad online the other day that I am interested to see how I act back in Americaland. I am American and have been American for 24 years; but I have spent the last 2 years on Africa time. I have spent 2 years away from friends, family, and my culture. Coming back is an exciting because it is like a new adventure into an old culture. I have friend who are married, living with people, on the borderline of getting married, with new careers, and I haven't been around for any of it. People are like puzzle pieces and certain people click together and others don't, but one thing that makes people different from puzzle pieces is that they change. You may fit with someone sometime; but two years and countless adventures later, that might not be the case. So it is going to be interesting to see how much my shape has changed to other people in my life. Even better to see how I am going to find my space in the puzzle. Sorry this blog isn't as funny as some of my other ones; but I will leave you a funny/sad story of my getting hurt; because I know its what you sick puppies love to read about. So about 2 weeks ago I went to Fada to get my sand read. ( I will write more about this another time... maybe) While I was there; a donkey cart stops in front of me while I am biking so I try to go around it and a lady with a food cart has decided to walk back to her food cart right at that time and I slam on my brakes to not knock the poor lady down and flip over my handlebars and roll around and scrape up my arm. I just said; dammit and got back on the bike. I was fine... The next day; I take a bus back to Ouagadougou and am riding my bike to the transit house and a moto comes speeding up the road and I stop so that I don't get in front of it and guess what happens... I fly over the handlebars...again. This time though I flip over on a softer landing... my computer case. I am laughing while the people come over and ask if I am ok. I just can't believe 2 days in a row I did that. I look inside and my computer screen is busted. O'well at least it lasted me 2 years. I hope everyone is doing well; and I will try an update this a few more times before I leave. Trent

Friday, April 6, 2012

Trent battles with a freezer... its a draw.

So this is a special update to keep you informed about the various hilarious ways that Africa likes to cause me pain/ tries to kill me.

So last night I am going to the shop that is near my house and I am trying to buy some ice. I say " ye zaabre" (Good Evening) to Assami (my friend and shop owner) and ask him if he has any ice. He apologizes and says no. I ask him if he at least has some bissap that is starting to turn into ice (or bien forme). He tells me that I have to look. There is a little girl who is near me and tells me that there might be some in the back.

I touch the first one and it is not that icy so I reach into the back and grab one back there... at this point I start to get electrocuted. Now, when I say electrocuted, I mean really electrocuted. This is not like the times when I have been shocked at my house by various electronic devices.

My body tenses and I am not able to move and I stiffen. I don't think I screamed because my mouth was tensed shut. I got electrocuted and couldn't move for about 5 seconds and the other people around me start screaming and Assami runs to turn off the power. I fall face first into the upright fridge and take out about 4 shelves of bissap/ zoom koom/ other various drinks and fall to the ground covered in said sugary drinks of various colors.

Two Burkinabe men carry me to a bench and start talking to me. I was impressed that after being shocked that I could still talk to them in French. They tell me I need to go to the hospital (across the street, literally). I tell them no and call my PCMO. The PCMO asks me to look out for electrical burns and stuff, but if I am not burnt... I'll live. I had the shakes for a good 10 mins afterward and felt like I ran 5K... at least I am assuming that is what my legs felt like, lord knows; I have never ran a 5K and have no plans of doing so in the future. I would also be worried about brain damage, but even if it was there... I doubt too many people would notice.

I feel fine now and the PCMO even called me later that night to make sure I was ok. I know that I am integrated because I just kept thinking, I need to go down and show everyone that I am alright; or they will think that Assami tried to kill the Nasaara. So everyone saw that I was alright and people feel better. They are going to get an electrician to look at the freezer.

The PCMO told me that I should write a book. That is bad coming from someone who has been doing medical work for over 20 years. What can I say... I'm my dad's son. We get hurt in hilarious ways that continue to amuse people for years to come.

Also it was fun because I got visited by 3 different groups of people this morning all making sure that I was ok. It goes to reassure me that I am integrated and they don't want me to die.

So the freezer electrocuted me and covered me in sugary colored drink, but I took out 4 of its shelves... I consider it a draw.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Trent sees hippos... and freaks out.

Wow! It has been a while since I have updated people, so allow me to share some of my stories. March was a busy month; but I am going to talk about my vacation and COS (Close of service) conference.

I met up with Diana Williams on Weds to take the long trek to Banfora. Our journey consisted of leaving Ouagadougou at 10:30. We arrived at the bus station at 9:30 and were shocked to find that Rehemo has ticket machines and wi-fi in the bus station. I had no clue what country I was in. So we get loaded on the bus and our journey started. We stopped in Boromo at about 1:30 and that bus station was ridiculous. I got attacked by women all trying to sell me sesame. I did buy my first packet of village bread though, and it was delicious. We get back on the road and end up at Bobo about 15:30 (I decided I am using military time in the states; get over it). We walk to the corner and some guys in a bush taxi pick us up and we are on the way to Banfora. On the way to Banfora, our tire blows out and we get stuck by the side of the road for an hour. We get the tire fixed and finally make it to Banfora by 18:00.

Now, I think I have a nice house in Kaya, but Jenn's house makes my house look like a shack. She has a toilet!!! I know, I am easily impressed. It was a wonderful place to stay; minus the humidity. It gets hot in Kaya, but it dries very quickly. You just sweat a lot in the south and stay sticky. Not my favorite thing in the world.

So on Thursday, we lay around Banfora and don't really do much. We visit a hotel that makes its own delicious rum (which we try) and prepare a car to take us to see the hippos, the domes, and the waterfalls.

The next day, we leave Banfora to go to Tangrala at 6:30. We get there before the park is even open and we get a guy to sneak us in and take us out to see the hippos. The boat we get in is an old rickety rowboat. We cannot move too much or we will capsize. I was fine with this, because the water was not deep. We start on our way to see the hippos and we pass tons of pretty water lilies. Then, we get near the hippos. I see the hippos from far off and think, "wow, those are bigger than I thought." We continue to get nearer to the hippos and I just keep thinking, I don't like this. Finally, he pulls the boat about 20-30 yards from the hippos and I start freaking out. I realize at this point, if the hippos go crazy, I am dead. We would have to run in water to shore. I am also in an old boat that will capsize if I stand up. The guy starts to move closer and I turn around and tell him to stop and he laughs. I tell him to take us away NOW, and he laughs at me and shows me the water is not deep. He doesn't understand that I am not afraid of the 4 feet of water, I am afraid of the 500lb circle of hippos 20 yards away. He starts to move us closer and I turn around and tell him I am going to hit him if he doesn't stop. At this point, I am in a near panic and have both hands grabbing onto the wooden board I am sitting on for dear life. Jenn and Diana are just looking at me like I am crazy; but trying to also be supportive. Finally, we leave and when we get back to shore, I am fine. This is one of those things that I am glad that I did, but will never do again.

After that, we got in a taxi and went to see the domes. The domes are these rock formations that you can climb and are really pretty because they used to be underwater. When it comes to natural wonders, I really don't care. I think they are wonderful; but:
1. I like nature; but I don't really like being in it.
2. I am more interested in people and culture

So, we climbed up the domes and I ripped a huge hole in the crotch of my pants, which made for a nice breeze. We looked around for about 15 minutes and decided we should take some more time to enjoy the view and waited around another 10 minutes; got bored and left.

Finally, on our last pit stop we went to the cascades. These are basically some natural waterfalls in Banfora area. They were nice and we were able to take some great pictures; but again, not my cup of tea. We were able to see another volunteer named James though and see a hotel/restaurant he was helping to build. That was nice.

We got back in Banfora and spent the rest of time relaxing in Jenn's house and preparing for our trip back to Ouaga. We left Banfora Sat at about 14:00 and got to the Bobo office at 16:00. It was funny, because there was a huge craft fair going on in Bobo and none of the volunteers had a place to stay, so we found a restaurant that had an extra room and we slept 5 volunteers in it. I slept wonderfully; but apparently the others did not. I think a mattress on the floor is great though.

We left Bobo at 730 in the morning and made our way back to Ouaga and to the Hotel Excellence and started our COS conference.

The COS conference was hosted by Eli and she supplied us with tons of information about getting a job when you come back to the United States. Not only that, but she helped us with our resumes and gave us her email and told us we could email her with any questions that we had. It was the best conference in all of my Peace Corps service. I wish that it could have gone on longer. There were tons of information and very little time. I am not going to go into the details of the conference; but it was informational.

After the conference, I had two days to fill until the COS party; so I went back to site and had Shannon W and Jenn come and visit me. It was fun and we really didn't do much besides shop or as people here have been saying, retail therapy. I didn't buy anything, but it was still fun.

We went back to Ouaga on Saturday and had ourselves a wonderful party filled with ridiculous outfits and good food (Mexican). I am now back at site and am starting to think about the future and the stuff that I need to get done here before I leave and the stuff I need to prepare for in the states. If you see any good job openings that need someone to start around Sept 1st. Keep me in mind. ;)

My official COS date is Aug 8th. I should be back in Indiana Aug 10th. See you guys sooner than you think.


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Trent catches people up on life...

So it is February. I have been living live in Burkina now for 20 months!!! 7 months left to go.

This past weekend Emma and I got together on Sat and Sunday and painted a world AIDS day mural. It says Journee Mondiale de SIDA and has a red ribbon. We have to wait until the CSPS (local hospital) does an HIV/ AIDS training and then we will have them put hand prints on the wall as their commitment to fight HIV/AIDS. On a side note the HIV rate here is actually very low. It is a little low because it is under reported, but also we are just not that HIV positive of a country thanks to foreign trainings and stuff. Go Burkina. Now we just need to start also battling Malaria.

So have come to the realization that I sometimes think I don't have stuff to right about because my life is pretty boring. This thought then made me realize that I have been here entirely too long, because crazy things do happen here; I just don't realize they are crazy. The fact that not 10 minutes ago I heard something knocking over my spices in my kitchen and I go in there and lift up my stove and chase a mouse out of the kitchenette and I thought it was nothing, is not a good thing.

Today was a bizarre day though. Last night we had dust storm and I just thought we had some heavy winds. I get up and go about my day, but I did not see the sun once today. It was blocked out by the dust. That and it was about 20 degrees cooler than it had been on other days. I should have known that it was going to happen because the day before I had cleaned my kitchenette and scrubbed it clean and made sure it was dust free. So much for that...

I have 7 weeks until my Close of Service Conference and I am pumped up. Not only do I get to see all the people from my stage again, but I also get information about how to put Peace Corps on an application and get my resume looked at. I am excited about it. I will actually be able to start applying for jobs and stuff. I feel silly applying in April when I know I can't start until Sept., but o well.

I am trying to think of things that I might want to do here before I leave. I have a trip planned to go visit the southwest of the country finally. I am going a week before the COS trip. I will be visiting Jennifer in lovely Banfora. It should be fun. I am excited to see her house. I also think I might try to find where the people make the leather things in Kaya and try to see if I can figure out how they make some of the stuff. I can be a leather smith. I actually just think it would be cool to make something to bring back with me.

I have been researching cruises for my way home. Right now I am looking at a transatlantic cruise that leaves Hamburg, Germany and would put me back in New York on Aug 28. If Hamburg turns out to be to expensive (which it might be) then instead I will be leaving Southampton UK and will be arriving Aug 28th in New York. It looks like a fun cruise with Cunard Cruises. My fingers are crossed that it will work out and I will be able to cruise back to Americaland relaxed and with a few extra lbs.

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