addressing concerns and eco camp!

July 10, 2009

Hello Everyone!

I hope this finds you all well and happy, etc. I am doing well…for
the few hours that I was undecided as to whether I was going to take
the IS and come home or not I thought there would never be a clear
choice, I thought I would always be wondering what if…no matter which
option I chose, but from the minute I made up my mind I’ve never been
more sure about anything in my life as I am that it was the right
choice for me. The emails and messages of support I’ve gotten from
you guys have made it that much easier for me, so thank you for your
continued support and concern…I’m positive this would have been much
more difficult if all of you hadn’t taken this news so well.

All told we are losing 20 volunteers from all over the country, these
people are leaving for various reasons ranging from personal issues at
home, to not wanting to be alone at site (with all of our second years
leaving that is happening for the first time to a lot of people) to
people who were on the fence already and thought they might as well
just go now because of all the benefits offered with the IS. Among
these were people with genuine security concerns, but I want to be
clear to you, these security concerns do not apply across the board,
many sites are far more difficult than mine, far less friendly places
to live. Selibaby is an incredibly diverse city in an incredibly
diverse region, sharing borders with both Mali and Senegal, the local
population is very accepting of other cultures and very accustomed to
being that way; more than that, they have been working successfully
with aid organizations for ages and French volunteers, German
volunteers, and others live in this region all the time. This is not
true for all of Mauritania, many sites are astoundingly un-diverse and
still others have grown up around industry, such as the mines in the
north where they have had the constant presence of foreigners but
often in a very negative context. Volunteers at these sites have
experienced security concerns involving petty theft and breaking and
entering, as could happen anywhere in the world, these are not
serious, but surely they are intimidating, especially to people who
will be alone at site for the first time. Volunteers who are going to
be afraid for the entire next year at their site should absolutely go
home, the peace corps is a wonderful experience when its done right
but its no reason to live in fear.

That said, I want you all to know that I do not. I’m cautious and
careful, I avoid large events, especially those with political or
religious leanings, I don’t leave the house after dark unless
accompanied by another volunteer or one of my host brothers, and I
have a dog living with me that scares the pee out of every Mauritanian
to set eyes on her but loves me to pieces. I’m careful, but not
scared. This is why I stayed, and when all is said and done I know
I’ll be glad I did. All 5 volunteers in my region are staying, and as
an added bonus we are probably getting another who will be moving down
from another site to run our girls mentoring center now that Kim has
finished her service. When I told my friends in the community about
having to make this decision they had no doubt that I would stay, even
before I felt the same way, but they still sympathized with a feeling
of unease that such an offer might create and many generously offered
to guard or find a guard for my house, but I have puppy and that’s all
I need. Please do not worry (too much) about my safety, I know its
difficult to understand from so far away with no real understanding of
the culture other than what you’ve heard from me, but I love life too
much to do anything stupid and Aunt Jen, if it ever comes down to it,
I’ll be home LONG before I’m scared. I love you all so much, I hope
this helps puts your minds at ease a little…

Anywho, now that I got that out just thought I would also write a
little about what I have been up to lately. These past 5 days I have
been at Eco-Health Camp in Kankossa. The camp was a world vision and
peace corps sponsored event for girls to get away from home, have some
fun, and learn a little too. I brought 2 girls from Selibaby and my
host sister as their chaperone, and Tab brought two from Coumba N’Dao
(her village) and a chaperone as well and Sari came along to help out
too. Getting out of Selibaby is a little tricky during the rainy
season and our prayers for good weather were not heeded by mother
earth because she rolled in a big storm at around 3 am the night
before we left and continuing until we were halfway to our final
destination. The “road” between here and kankossa is a rough track
through rocky rugged terrain slashed with the gullies carved by
seasonal rivers. If its raining upstream, one of those rivers can
postpone your travels indefinitely and in that respect we were lucky.
We got stuck in the clay-ey mud only one and our driver took off his
shoes and white boubou and laid his metal grippy strips in the muck
barefoot because no one wants to mess up perfectly nice shoes when
feet are so washable. He hopped back in the car and gunned the engine
with his clay-encased toes dripping mud all over the pedals and floor
of the car (no ones real concerned about messing up cars though…) and
we zipped right out of the mud and, after the driver rinsed his feet
and donned his shoes, continued on our merry way. The camp was what I
would call a wonderful success because you can’t expect these things
to go perfectly and we had the following things working in our favor:
an awesome volunteer team who did all the planning and setting up for
us before we got there, lots and lots of yummy food, important lessons
paired with fun activities, and an amazing sports activity every night
(the favorite among the girls: duck duck goose). That said, here are
some things that went slightly differently than planned: The cooks
robbed us mercilessly with their magic traicks, making meat, powdered
milk, and vegetables disappear, price gouging us on veggies that they
were selling at their own stall in the market and knew we would have
to buy, and making certain items and utensils appear magically in
sacks or buckets like the 2 dirty knives we put with the dishes to be
washed and then found in a sack, hidden, presumably from us. That
made me sad, because these are not bad people, they can just get a
little greedy and are very good at exploiting an opportunity. One of
them even had the audacity to interrupt our closing ceremony and
demand one of the backpacks for herself that was the participation
gift for the girls, and she was decidedly not a girl, but rather very
well could have been old enough to one of their grandmothers.

At the end of the camp we negotiated a car back to Selibaby for 7 as
Tab and Sari were staying behind to do some visiting, and got a Helix,
which is a truck with room for 6 inside and one lucky member of our
traveling group in the truck bed (I couldn’t do that to a girl or a
chaperone so that lucky member was me). Cars usually leave for
Selibaby in the evening and often stay a night on route and because we
didn’t want to do that we were forced to buy out the car for an
exorbitant amount, as always when we travel, but I was okay with that
because I would have the back to myself and not have to fight for a
good position on a truck bed taking rough dirt roads at 70 km/hr,
course I was not all that surprised when I found out I wouldn’t have
the back to myself after all, but that the garage guys brother would
be hitching a free ride part of the way with me…I made some angry
noises, he assured me it was only for an hour or so and so I let it
go, not worth fighting about. Now, I’m not sure whether I should have
been surprised or not when we reached the city limits and picked up
two more, clearly told ahead of time to be expecting the car, clearly
expecting a free ride. I was tired and angry and we had fought with
the garage guy a lot about the price of the car, him insisting that no
one would want to leave on this particular trip in the morning and he
wouldn’t be able to sell ANY OTHER PLACES in the car so we would have
to pay for them all…so I had a few choice words with this gentleman
who promised to pay me and acted all indignant that I was so upset…I
asked him to see things from my side and couldn’t he see that it was
stealing? Then I put on my headphones and calmed down, remembering
that it was world visions money that had paid for the car and any
money he gave me should be for them or I would be stealing too and
then I worried if I was too mean to the guy and maybe I shouldn’t have
said stealing because that’s very offensive here, maybe he hates me
now, I need to be more careful. I was polite but not overly friendly
the rest of the trip and when he got off the car at his stop I thought
I was out here giving Americans a bad name when, as we’re pulling away
he wished me a good trip and safe travels and then starting forward a
few paces while we left him he the dust he yelled “oh I forgot to give
you my phone number…” No man or woman with old enough sons can stay
mad at me in this country; their perceived possibility of marriage is
far too tempting to burn any bridges.

I can see that this message is getting long and you’re probably bored
so I’ll finish up, I got back to Selibaby safe and sound and all the
girls and chaperones got back to their respective houses without
problems. I never did see a penny from that chauffer, even though we
picked up two more people on route but I was still given my space in
the truck bed and it even felt a little better with company, even
though we didn’t talk at all, so I saw no need to fight over a few
thousand ouguiya. Got home to find puppy looking very pregnant indeed
(anyone want an African puppy?) making her all the more feisty and
also needy for attention (I was woken up many times in the night to
her sleeping on or trying to tunnel into my mosquito netting, and when
I finally let her in a goat jumped up on the wall and she almost tore
it all down trying to chase him away). I’m happy, slightly less than
healthy with the dregs of a cold still hanging on making my nose run
and my head ache in the heat of the day, and I’m glad to be back in
familiar territory with my host family and all my friends here. I’ll
write more as soon as I have a good story to tell,

Love,
Shelby

here he is!

i'm losing a turf war...(NOT for the squeamish)

June 17, 2009

Hola!

I've been gone for a month...haven't been here at all, and it took precisely 2 nights back with my host family before my giant spider friend realized i was home and came to say hello. Yesterday i found him waiting for me in my room when i woke up in the morning, just chilling there, like an old friend making himself completely at home, and this morning he was making his angry face at me through my mosquito netting at 6 am...waving his hairy legs all around and everything. My famiy has caught on to my "frozen with fear" look and when i stop moving and point they usually come and remove the source of my distress for me. Thats wonderful, don't get me wrong, but they never kill it, they just flick it away, and i'm convinced its always the same guy. His intimidation tactics are working, i'm moving out very soon and into an empty house that a COSing volunteer is vacating, but i have 6 more nights with this creepy crawly popping up all over the place. My dilemma is this, one well placed shoe or book and hes history but my host family keeps saying he won't do anything and they never kill him, so should i? can i justify killing something that apparently means me no harm? I mean he's big enough to qualify as more animal then insect and i wouldn't just kill a mouse or a dog if it intimidated me but did me no harm...but if he follows me to the new house hes dead.

Recent encounters have bolstered my courage enough to get a good photo so that i can share with you this handsome fellow...that shoe is a size 9. He's about the size of a mouse.

cheers,
shelby

ps. becky/merry...why are you reading this? i put that warning in the subject line just for you two!

home smelly home

june 15, 2009

Hello Everyone !



Just wanted to drop a quick note to let you all know that after 35 hours in planes and airports, 27 hours in taxis and garages, and a few minutes on a boat, I am finally back at site, safe and sound! I loved seeing everyone that I got to see, and those of you that I missed I’m quite sad to have missed you but when I come home for good I’ll have time to make the rounds and actually see everyone! Grandma, I’m so sorry I didn’t make it out to see you again, I really wanted to but towards then end I got quite stretched for time. Eleanor, I’m so sorry I missed you as well, again, time got away from me. Birdi, I really wanted to make it out there on my last weekend but with my brother coming home and other visitors coming and going I knew I didn’t have the time to make this trip, I’m sorry I missed you this time but I’m sure I’ll see you first thing when I’m back for good!



Dad, Mom, Cory: You guys mean the world to me! You made this trip so amazing for me it was incredibly difficult for me just to come back. I love you guys so much; I don’t know what I would do without you!



Save Sidi Staff: I returned to site to find my project team well into the study phase of the project with lots of new information for me. We have a new location and within that neighborhood have assessed the need for our center, determining that over 50% of the children are moderately malnourished and another 10% are severe (probably beyond the scope of the project, these children should be hospitalized). I have begun the proposal and funding application for Peace Corps partnerships funding, which I will send a copy of to you when it is complete along with other updates and pertinent information.



See you all again in a year! Love and hugs,

Shelby

whats worse than a dead rat?

May 4th, 2009

Hey-lo!

Hows everybody doing today? lovely i hope? Well i figured its been long enough since I've sent you all an update and though I have been busy with actual work (shocking i know) I have managed to have some rather more interesting experiences of late, one of which i would like to share...in case the creepy thing gets its way and eats me in my sleep. (sorry mom, dad, and cory, I know you've already heard this story)

Whats worse than a dead rat? Why a giant (alive) spider of course! About a week ago I was seated in my room on my mattela (foamy mattress thingy) minding my own business, writing in my journal, when from the ceiling beam above drops the biggest gosh darn freaking spider i have ever seen in my whole existence (not counting on tv). I knew they were here, i've heard tales of them, but this is the first i have seen and it drops from the ceiling and runs FAST around in circles next to me and then off the edge of the mattela and into my heap of junk that i call my room (due to a recent losing battle with clothes munching termites everything i own was at the time piled sloppily in the center of the room to keep those hungry little monsters out of it). That was my first mistake, in keeping my room so messy i had inadvertently created an ideal giant spider playground for him to dance and frolic in all the live long day and i would never be able to find him.

WELL i wasn't about to just leave him in there! I would be afraid forever if i did so (go me!) i decided this was one of those times in your life when you can face your fear and become a stronger person and yadda yadda yadda...so after i overcame my paralysis from fear i slunked back into my room and prepared to tackle my mild arachniphobia head on, and there he was, clinging to the side of my bath bucket, waving his big long legs at me as if to see come and get me if you dare! Paralyzed once again with fear, i stood in the doorway and tried to plan my next move. Eventually he got bored taunting me and retreated farther back into the room, taking up a hiding place under my mosquito net. Finally able to move again, i shook out each of my possessions one at a time and piled them on the other side of the room until all that was left was the mosquito net. Then it was show down time....i poked the net, nothing. i shook it a little, nothing. i shook it alot, nothing. i lifted it up and dropped it (its a tent style thing, like a little mesh one man tent), still nothing. I lifted it, turned it, dragged it, finangled it sideways, and dropped it and there he was, waving his little front legs in the air, staring at me with that weird little face of his...

so i ran away, figured that was enough fear facing for one day, i went and got my host sister (who might i add is terrified of little toads...) and she calmly scraped him onto a piece of paper with a flip flop and tossed him outside.

i knew he'd be back though...knew it all along. so i shouldn't have been surprised when i woke up the next morning outside in my mosquito net to find him standing on top of it, right over my face, staring down at me. OH IT'S ON NOW!

I flicked him off, hyperventilated for 15 to 20 minutes, and then went on with my normal day. 2 days later i had almost forgotten the whole thing (mistake number two...underestimated the sneaky little creep) and at 10ish one night i went in my room to start dragging my bed and net outside, i flicked on the light, and there he was. he scurried under my net again and stayed there...this time i got my host brother, who said he was harmless, laughed at me for my silly fear (he is afraid of hedgehogs), and using a piece of paper, picked the little guy up like one might use a paper towel to wipe up dog poo, carried him outside, and promised to put him far far away.

Nightmare over right?.....RIGHT?

WRONG. Last night i was sitting outside on my mattela, chatting pleasantly with my neighbor Amadou when the relentless monster runs right down the post next to Amadou and heads straight for me, much to my embarrassment i jumped up faster than i've ever moved in my life and squeeled like a little girl while the creature ran over my foot, saw all my reinforcements, and changed course off towards a tree to regroup and make plans for a later attack. To Amadou's credit, he jumped a little too, right before he and everyone else laughed at my macho display of bravado in the face of extreme danger.

yes...so now i live in fear of his next move. wish me luck!

On a lighter note, i'm going to be taking a little trip in a few days, leaving the beginning of next week for senegal to take a little break. I'll be out of mauritel service but if you want to reach me (mom, dad, cory...) you can try my orange number. which i forgot, but i'll give it to you later!

Love you all,
Shelby

war stories

March 29th 2009

Hey-lo Everyone!

I hope this note finds you all well and happy and keeping warm, thought hopefully not as warm as me. Maurtiania is coming into the hot season and I have a solid 3 months of blistering heat to endure…so far its not terrible, working its way up a little farther every day thought. At 3 in the afternoon its usually between 105 and 110 in the shade. Its not my favorite time of year to say the least…all metal everywhere is hot to the touch, shampoo and lotions and sunscreen come out of the container extra liquidy and warm, water comes out of the tap hot, bathing is only refreshing when theres wind for evaporation, otherwise you’re pouring hot water over yourself in the hot sun. Candles melt inside in the shade, chocolates not solid ever, and the ice we buy at the boutique next door (a liter of water in a plastic baggie frozen) melts in a shockingly short amount of time. I was drinking ice water from a metal cup the other day and the top of the cup was hot to the touch and the bottom filled with ice. Oh the joys of the Sahel!

So before I left on this grand adventure I remember reading a letter the peace corps sent to my parents about how to stay in touch with me while I’m here. It outlined all the methods and then had a little note about how volunteers tend to like to share their “war stories” and it makes their service sound extremely miserable (for an example see above) and it said that you should keep in mind that they are probably sharing the wort parts and not the happy parts and not to worry about them too much. I realized that I have not made my service seem nearly miserable enough to you folks…heck half of you have told me that my stories make you want to move to Africa so ready…here comes a war story to show the other side of things…its not all fun in the sun! (Not to worry folks, I’m sharing this story because in hindsight I find it hilarious and I’m still quite happy here…despite the heat)

So I spent three nights away from my host family recently with some other volunteers and when I returned home I detected a fowl odor in my room. I figured a toad had hopped in and passed away and I was smelling his or her remains, so I rifled through all my baggage, refolded all my clothes, restacked all my books, and peered under my mosquito net but I found nothing. My room is rather small and very hot so it was impossible to track down the most stinky spot and therefore the source of the odor, it all smelled terrible! I gave up and hung out with my family for the afternoon and evening and as darkness fell a few friends of my host sister stopped in.

Now, here in Mauritania when you have guests it is customary to roll out a plastic or reed mat, set out a few mattelas for sitting, and lounge around on the ground with them, take tea, and chat. Amineta requested the use of my mat and mattela and I obliged, entering mmy room and tossing them out the door behind me, and renewing my search for the stench. It got worse when I moved the mat and sure enough, on closer inspection under where it had been I found a gooey spot on the floor with baby maggots squirming angrily at my rude disruption of their home. Uh-oh…I ran outside to warn my sister…something on that mats not really appropriate for guests! But by the time I got to her it was all set up and the gentleman was lounging carelessly on my mattela. I searched frantically with my eyes and saw no visible signs of the grossness that must be there somewhere and it was a windy night so I sat down and hoped the wind would carry the stench away and there would be no problems, and fortunately it seemed to have done just that!

Unfortunately the moment they left Amineta laid down on my mattela and immediately told me there appeared to be a “mauvaise odour” emanating from it. Not the mattela! I though…its my only one! We searched and searched and found only a smudgy gooey spot that was particularly pungent but no obvious source. I crossed my fingers that whatever it was had been in between the mattela and mat and was now somewhere on the ground and therefore no longer my problem. I got some spray, some soap, and a scrap of fabric and went to work on the smudge but there seemed to be an awful lot of smell for just that one little spot…and low and behold when I lifted up the mattela to have another look I found nothing underneath it but just my luck that the very spot where I grabbed it to lift it up was where the unfortunate rat who had made his way inside the cover and died and then spent at least 3 days fermenting was trapped. Of course I didn’t notice at first, sitting there holding my mattela I thougt “my mattela seems squishy and fleshy today and is missing the dry pillowy texture it normally has…I wonder why…”

And then realization dawned. It’s a sad moment when at 11 pm you discover a rotten rat carcass inside your only bed and realize that you have no choice but to peel off the cover, dispose of the rodent, and sleep on it. Don’t worry…I covered it with a blanket and put the smelly side down by my feet but still….I hope to god I’ll never have to do that again. Yuckkkk.

The next day Amineta helped me wash all my clothes, my mattela cover, the mattela itself, all my blankets, pillow, sheet, mat, and the floor of my room. Then I set it all out in the sun to be disinfected by the uv rays and then I washed myself and then, just for good measure, I brushed my teeth and scrubbed my feet. I feel better now, but there you have it folks…my war story. The best part is that when I discovered it I made a eeeeeeewwwwwyughhhhhhhhckkkkk noise that would have been a fairly normal reaction in the states but here they don’t use that sound to indicate gross and consequently found it hilarious when I did. Now they do it all the time, and its hilarious for me.

At any rate I’m spent on staring at the computer screen so I’ll write more later…
Hugs and kisses!
Shelby

Birthday Happiness and other Sadness

Hi Everyone,

I haven't been keeping up with my emailing lately but I'm catching up now! As many of you know my birthday was 2 days ago and I had a wonderful one! So thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes and happy thoughts for thinking of me at all when i'm so very far away. I had a wonderful day with lots of yummy american food and my wonderful sitemate Emily (my We! I don't know if you read this but I betcha at least one of your parents will so Dear Emily's Mom(s): You're daughter is wonderful, you should be very proud, as i'm quite sure you already are. She is a thoughtful and kind friend and I'm so happy to have her here with me in Selibaby!) spent most of the day baking for us authentic Dog Team Tavern sticky buns and the rest of it in the insufferably hot kitchen frying french fries because shes wonderful! So extra special thanks to her (and her family for mailing her the sticky buns makings!) having a heap of wonderful friends here makes it easier to celebrate my birthday on the opposite side of the planet from all of you!

But amongst all of the birthday happiness and celebration I have received some extremely sad news, fellow PCV Catherine "Kate" Puzey serving in Benin was found dead on March 13th, 2009.
You can read the Peace Corps press release here:
http://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=resources.media.press.view&news_id=1435

I can't imagine what her friends and family both in the US and in Benin are going through right now so keep them in your thoughts and prayers.

Love and Miss everyone!
Shelby