Curious Images

After we unloaded from the Coaster bus on our first day in Senegal this oil drum caught my eye. Sitting between the huge training center generators, the garden and the clothesline, this OiLibia drum was probably empty before Libya's revolution. Its situation signifies several differences between the US and Senegal. Waste removal here is complicated and recycling does not occur, to my knowledge; generators are necessary, located anywhere people have money and they are thirsty for petrol; and, finally, that oil is not just measured in barrels, it also arrives in barrels.

 This tire-topped cinder block cairn is actually a goat fence for a mango tree. Goats in Senegal wander unfettered in the streets and anyone with plans to garden or raise a tree must take strong precautions.

This nighttime rainstorm in Mbour caught our host family by surprise. April is the halfway point in the hot, dry season but things have been unseasonable this year. Hopefully, this indicates an early wet season--for the sake of the farmers whose wet season last year arrived late and ended early--but also for the sake of volunteers living in Kedougou not far from Mali, one of the hotter corners of Africa.



This picture is of the back of an Alhamdoulilahi bus, or Alham in PCV-speak. These buses, their associated sept-place long-range taxis and many freight and dump trucks are run by the Wolof-majority Mouride Brotherhood and their typical age must be near 30 years.

 This picture shows someone's forgotten British Berkefeld 7-liter water purifier standing at full height. These fixtures of volunteers' huts accomplish many a task: the top can serve as a mirror, a plate or a frisbee and the rest of it is useful against water-borne disease, so I'm told. Though I've used my purifier to clean all my water, I've still been sick three times. Maybe food is to blame.

A baobab tree, nature's very own shade-hut, Pepto-Bismol dispensary, and road-side stand sign. These trees seem abundant in western Senegal, maybe because they stand-out on the horizon and make landscape shots interesting (my blog background pic sports a few of these), but as with most plants and animals in these parts, they are probably not as abundant as they should be. Apart from their shade and beautification value, their fruit is delicious and effective at slowing diarrhea. During volunteer visit, I drank two large glasses of baobab fruit smoothie before learning about its stool-binding properties. I wasn't regular for a week. Small price to pay for one of the best fruits in the world.

Sub-saharan Africa: sand, heat...rivers and monkeys?

Returning from our volunteer visit experience in Kedougou we saw baboons, monkeys, a warthog and, surprisingly, rivers! Temperatures in southeastern Senegal are hot (130 degrees F. day after day in May!) so the proximity of our village to rivers and forests is reassuring.

The suburbs

Welcome to my blog! This is my first post but I have been living in Senegal for six weeks. Posts will not be chronological because I want to both describe events that are recent and I want to re-hash older experiences that seem relevant.

I am finishing my Volunteer Visit in a place that magically provides Wi-Fi but we just spent the preceding days in more rugged circumstances. Last Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights Anne and I visited our home for the next two years in Senegal’s under-developed southeast. It is a town with between 3,000 and 6,000 residents. Cette ville is large by the standards of Kedougou and is expanding rapidly as gold miners and allied industries rush to the area. From it we can reach Dakar in a long day riding in a sept-place (long-range taxi) and, if not for their recent military coup, we could easily visit Bamako, capitol of Mali.

The discovery of gold in this area has ushered in pavement, lories, HIV and methyl-mercury pollution. Along with the few small government agency posts in town, there is a carpentry/metal shop, a couple boutiques (corner stores), a hardware store, some meat sellers, a restaurant or two (restaurant here means a hot 10’x10’ room stocked with Fanta, beans, eggs and village bread (a little like ciabatta), and two robinets (public faucets).  The town also has a few public wells, but these are sketchy deep pits filled sticks and trash. Lately, the town has had water shortages and as the hot season heats up I imagine life could become pretty dry. However, our ancien, Leah--who is just now finishing her service—has reassured us that water shortages do not last long. When the robinets dried-up a few weeks ago, the entire town protested, marching down the road drumming their empty benoirs.

During this trip we also met our counterparts, residents chosen by the community to facilitate our integration and support our projects. Anne has two counterparts, Monsieur Sy (a social worker) and Sira (a community health worker who is involved in the women’s group, speaks French and has worked with Tostan). Moussa, my counterpart, runs the community radio station, runs a restaurant and is everywhere in the town.
As for projects, I am interested in several local issues: methyl-mercury exposure among artisanal miners, the establishment of a community incinerator for burning plastic (residents burn tons of plastic bags and bottles in open fires…ugh!), and starting a Roots & Shoots program in the area. Roots & Shoots is a program created by the Jane Goodall Institute to foster awareness of and advocacy for conservation among young people. On the ground, other issues and projects may tie up my time but I am so excited to finish Peace Corps training (in five weeks) and give 'em a shot. On the other hand, leaving our family in Mbour will be tough. They have been great! But Mbour is a beach town and we will definitely visit over the next two years; so the parting should not be too sad.