Sunday, March 30, 2008

Pictures!!!!!!!!!

Finally, here are some pictures from our last 9 months in Peace Corps:

http://picasaweb.google.com/lovingcup242/CollectivePeaceCorpsPhotos

Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

March Blog

Well, we're still here despite there having been a bit of a lapse since our last entry. As of late, it's been rather busy for us. Students periodically take compositions here which are akin to mid-terms or final exams. We are responsible for creating these exams, proctoring, correcting all of them- which is in excess of 200 for each of us- and recording all the grades by hand onto two copies of each student's report card. This all occurs within the span of a week. The good news is that we are DONE, we have a week off, and we're heading to Fort Dauphin- a largish town on the far southwestern tip of the country. It will be our first visit to the Indian Ocean and we're looking forward to a little tropical beach-time. Moreover, some of our favorite fellow volunteers are situated down south and we're looking forward to their company. Unfortunately, this trip involves days on the taxi-brousse and we don't really get to be there for that long, but we're not giving up the opportunity to see another part of the country! In fact, after this trip we will have seen a good portion of the southern half of the island from coast to coast.
The path ahead for us looks a little like this right now: School ends for us in late June. When we return from this trip we will be at our site for about five weeks before we leave again in early May for our week-long Peace Corps mid-service conference at Lake Mantasoa. Thereafter, we'll be back at site until school ends. It looks like for the month of July or some portion thereof we will be working on different projects. I will be teaching English to park guides in the amazing, yet remote, Andringtra National Park. Stacey wanted to participate in some of the training of the new education volunteers who arrive in late June, so she will be doing that for at least part of the month. August is when we plan to take our vacation. Our friend Carol will be here for the entire month and John for some portion thereof. We have a rather ambitious plan for what we would like to do which will take us to the East Coast in the middle of the island from where we'll push north to the tip top of the island. The plan is to traverse some of the virgin lowland rainforest- or what remains of it in any sizeable contiguous parcel- flora and fauna is about 85% endemic. The potential for sighting some unique and rare wildlife- as well as some humpback whales which migrate up the coast from Antarctica in August- is high!
Incidentally, a new species of palm tree was discovered here. If you search for 'New Tree Species Found in Madagascar' online, you will find the associated press article relating to it- it's worth a read. The tree is also known as 'the suicide palm'. It's ginormous, it only blooms once every 100 years, and when it does so, it does so so prolifically that it dies in the process. Apparently, villagers had known about it from oral history, but no 'scientists' knew, so now that they know- it's been awarded new tree species status.
I have yet to write about our big trip that we took over Christmas vacation. We explored four national parks along a national route that took us from the eastern highlands through the southern portion of the country to the Mozambique Channel on the west coast. The first park was Andringtra National Park. This is a truly otherworldly and magical place that I personally feel a strong connection to. I am elated to be returning there for a month this summer. This was the most difficult leg of our journey. There are no regular taxi-brousses in and out of Andringtra and we didn't have the luxury of time to wait around for when one was leaving, so we needed to negotiate a ride there. Fortunately, one member of our team- Travis- has proved to be particularly adroit at acquiring the Malagasy language and went to great lengths throughout our entire trip negotiating with locals, getting information, arranging transport etc. Ambalavao is the town from which one departs to reach Andringtra. Fortunately for us, wine is made in Ambalavao. Although, we can get wine at our site- and it often it is from Ambalavao- it's is a bit too expensive for us- unfortunate, because we're wine drinkers in the states. When we discovered that we could buy a litre of it for 800 ariary- just under a dollar for all of you- we went wild! And in the early morning on a remarkably beautiful day, we found ourselves imbibing copious amounts of this local wine, variously hanging from the taxi brousse or perched upon the roof, and savoring the landscape as we entered the breathtaking Andringtra valley. Once we arrived, got situated, and discussed our game plan, it seemed like we might only have a single day in Andringtra, based on when the locals believed there would be another taxi out. Of course, it didn't come as expected, but needless to say we did get out of there. Our plan was to hike to the summit of Pic Boby which is the highest accessible peak in Madagascar- (there is one peak that is a tiny bit higher, but apparently not nearly as rewarding as this one.) This hike should really be undertaken in two or three days. The guide claimed we could do it in one if we were up and on our way at 5am. So, at 5am on Christmas Eve we left. We were gone over 14 hours, were hiking for most of it, and covered around 15 miles. The last leg to the summit is steep and arduous. The terrain on the way was amazing however. We ascended through a patch of forest with some waterfalls, dipped down into a valley for a spell where we were surrounded by stunning granite peaks that would make a professional climber drool. Along the trail we saw several small, brightly colored, pregnant cameleons digging nests in the soft sand to lay their eggs. As we achieved more elevation, the views became more rewarding as well. The Andringtra valley itself is very beautiful with rolling hills as far as the eye can see- many of them adorned by the locals with carefully manicured stepped rice patties from top to bottom. If I had just seen a picture I would have guessed it was the Himalayas! The hike was punishing. On our last trip, our guide in Andasibe told us that we could bike to Mantadia Park without any mention of how difficult this actually turned out to be. After Andringtra, I think in the future we're inclined to ask more questions up front about what the outing actually entails. We didn't really have the time and regret nothing, but as a two or three day trip, staying at some of the camps along the way, what we did at Andringtra would be fabulous. Fortunately, with this hike came a sense of accomplishment that extended favorably through the rest of the trip and when we left, the most physically challenging leg of the journey was behind us. The day after, we had hoped to either explore additional trails (there's more there including one of the few parcels of high-altitude rainforest in the country and another route referred to as the moonscape as the rock formations there give the impression that one is on the moon) or get out of Andringtra to keep on schedule. We never left camp, but did get a ride out late that night- thanks again to Travis. We were physically a bit ruined from our peak ascent and the fact that it was Christmas seemed to exert a certain influence on people's motivation that day- ours excepted.
The next park that we explored was Isalo National Park. This park is right off the national rte. 7 which makes it easily accessible and accordingly, it's one of the most visited parks in the country. Although only a few hours drive from Andringtra, the landscape is markedly different. One could imagine traveling from Florida to Nevada to see a comparable diversity in terrain. In fact, it wouldn't be far-fetched to call Isalo the Grand Canyon of Madagascar and Andringtra it's Yosemite. Isalo is vast. The great expanse and sense of open space is poignant. Here, peaks and valleys abound. The rock- not granite, but sandstone is eroded into fascinating shapes. Although the impression of this place is one of vast canyons, the truly rewarding part is that after a spell of hiking, we would unexpectedly descend into forested parcels wherein we'd discover Eden-like pools and waterfalls in which we would swim. Standing under the waterfall, the water- crisp and rejuvenating as it tumbled over our bodies- was the perfect antidote to the heat of the valleys. There was a neat campsite that we stayed at in the park wherein we saw a number of lemurs and got pretty close to some brown lemurs- who were trying to ransack our bags for food. One of the highlights of this park- for me- was waking up rather early in the morning to this amazing bird song. It was truly enchanting and lengthy- eighteen notes or so, but incredibly melodic and mellifluous. As I sit here now, I can hear it in my head, but fail miserably if I try to hum it. In fact, I should be able to hum it, but perhaps it's like some fairy tale scenario where I can't prove anything and no one will believe me! Well, I crawled out of the tent. We weren't alone in the camp, but no other campers were yet about. I walked in solitude through the surrounding woods pursuing this song, curiously intrigued. Eventually, I saw the bird that was making the song. I tried to maintain a good mental image of what this bird looked like so I could find out what it was (and I wouldn't be surprised to discover that it is only found in Isalo), but of course I don't have ready access to any bird books and my Malagasy was not so great that I thought describing the bird to the guide (or trying to recreate the song) would be of much avail. If I go to Isalo again, I won't leave without knowing what this bird is! We were in Isalo for three days and on our way out it started to rain like hell and we were walking through pastures trying frantically not to slip as we would have just been swallowed by the mud- or cowshit- that was already engulfing our ankles. Before the rain came, our spirits were high as we had come across some orange mango trees and proceeded to gorge ourselves on some of the sweetest specimens I've ever tasted. There was a lot of hiking in Isalo, but less intense than it had been in Andringtra. The next leg of the journey would be even more relaxing.
We continued east to Zombitse National Park. As it had from Andringtra to Isalo, so again did the terrain change markedly on route to this park. We saw the first Baobab trees of the trip. We reached the park, hit the town for supplies, tracked down the guide, and pitched camp. This park is an example of Madagascar's western dry deciduous forest. The trails were flat and relaxing, and cool underneath the tree cover with plenty of interesting plants and vegetation, and some fairly enormous chameleons throughout. One highlight was that there was a pair of ring-tailed lemurs who had become habituated to tourists. They were all over us the whole time- jumping on the tent, on our backs during the hike, wrestling and messing with us. After having hung out with lemurs at this park, I think that we would all attest to their being quite fascinating creatures. The ringed tail was particularly fun- it's so long- much longer that the creature itself. One fun thing about the stages of experiencing Madagascar is that on one day, you will see something in the wild and you will get a picture of it from some distance. You will be pleased. The next day, you will be twice as close to the creature almost rendering the previous day's pictures obsolete. The following day the lemur will travel on your back and so on and so it goes.
Next, we were off for the coastal city of Tulear where we would spend New Year's Eve. This is the largest city on the southeast coast of the country. There were a number of other Peace Corps volunteers here when we arrived and we pretty much took over this one hotel. Our team shared a hotel room and it was nice to have some fresh faces around with whom we could mingle after an intense number of days with the same six people. We went out on New Year's Eve to this one club. There was a beauty contest, which was kind of strange. The girl I liked didn't win- if only the thong had made it to Madagascar! We didn't stay in Tulear too long. It's coastal, but there are no beaches there of which to speak. A couple hours north we reached the town of Ifaty (Mangily technically). Here we shacked up in a nice little bungalow across from the beach. Ifaty was really what we needed at the end of this trip. There was a little restaurant there as well and the first night we had this amazing calamari in Cajun sauce. The food we ate over the next couple of days was equally rewarding including a giant sea fish- I have no idea what it was, but it was comparable to swordfish or shark in terms of its texture and was extremely satisfying. They brought the entire fish to the table for each of us and I could not finish mine- a rare occurrence at a restaurant when it involves me! Another treat was the wide variety of homemade flavored rums available at one place. We sampled a variety and shared. My favorite ones were the basil and the baobab- pretty exotic! I also wrenched my first coconut ever off of a tree on the beach. I couldn't for the life me get this sucker off of the tree! I had to work hard, but I prevailed. In case you don't know, the coconut as you find it in the grocery store, is not actually as it comes off of the tree. The nut is encased in a giant armor-protected pod. I hauled this goliath in my bag and onto the airplane back to Tana and then on the taxi-brouse all the way back to my site where it sat for some time. Eventually- and I did feel a sense of commitment to producing something worthwhile with the coconut after all that- I busted it open, grated it up, and made coconut milk with it from which I fashioned a Thai style curry. Pretty delicious actually, but it might just be worth it to buy a can of coconut milk otherwise. And back to Ifaty. On our second day there, our group split. Some took a boat out to snorkel and explore the coral reef- not the best on the island, but apparently worthwhile, while the rest of us explored the spiny dessert via oxcart. The spiny dessert was the fourth microclimate that we would experience on our trip and it was fascinating. It was a mixture of Baobabs, thorny shrubs, octopus plants which are like a cactus with many arms going every which way, and a dry sandy climate. It was cool! We enjoyed an extra day in Ifaty, while the other members of our team had to return to Tulear. We had booked our flight early- they fill up fast here. The others had to fly out a day sooner. There were two other Peace Corps volunteers who were there when we stayed who proved to be mellow and welcome company for what was a relaxing and low-key last day in Ifaty. Thereafter, we returned to Tulear for a night. Early the next morning, I was passing by a big pile of trash and glanced this cool giant radiated tortoise shell therein. Back in the room, I thought about it and realized, with some ingenuity, I could fit in my backpack, and bring back to our site to hang on the wall (I'd probably be taken into custody if I tried to take it back to the U.S.). So I went out after it. I turned it over and dumped a bunch of trash, rotting mangoes, and unidentifiable gook out of it. Some locals saw what I was up to and, apparently supportive of my effort, offered to wash it out in a puddle for me. I wish I had let them. Back in the room and upon closer inspection- it was nasty- full of maggots and foul-smelling and sinewy. This had been someone's recent dinner and not a shell that had been kicking about that someone decided to get rid of. I tried washing it out in the shower, but it only made a horrendous mess. What was left of the turtle proper was sticking doggedly to the shell. There was no solution. It was way too gross to take. I left it on top of the trash barrel in the room feeling bad knowing that the person coming to clean the room would discover it and undoubtedly curse the crazy vazaha who'd leave such a thing there- after all, there's nothing special about it to them. Later that day, we flew back to Tana with the intention of returning to our site the following day. We ended up staying in Tana for four days. We arrived on Friday and needed to stay till Monday so we could collect some money owed to us by the Ministry of Education for some teacher training that we did. It was a nice time for us. We stayed at the Meva (the Peace Corps transit house) and mingled with other volunteers. And that was our trip!!!!!!!!!!
So we're back at site. [Warning: here is the perennial food-related section of the blog.] Returning to site is always interesting because with the seasonality of vegetables and the like you never know what you are returning to. The town floor might be blanketed with some new type of fruit pit orally ejected by hungry Malagasy folk. The Lychee were all gone. It had started to rain in our absence. This did change things. Although it's summer here, it has ruined the tomatoes. Summer is king in California for tomatoes, but it's dry. Summer here is wet. But, there were some perks. Frogs- numerous and large- abounded. Apparently, frogs are dormant for a good part of the year until it rains and then they emerge from the mud, some unexpectedly destined for our kitchen. Unlike the frog legs that we raved about eating in Moramanga, the frog here, as it is enjoyed, is simply decapitated and then the whole thing is fried and you can buy it as a snack at the local bar. It is quite striking to see them fried in this fashion as their arms and legs fry straight outward and they look uncannily like a little person. There's actually quite a bit of edible matter on the whole frog. I imagine that some people, not having eaten frog, would assume it to be an unenjoyable dining experience. Yet, flavor wise it is superior to chicken, and if you spent any appreciable time around what passes for a chicken here, I don't think you would be celebrating consuming them! Apples have made their appearances as well as some oranges which are actually green! I like to imagine that there is some joke about me in the market, because if I see something unusual that I have not seen before, then I will buy it and check it out. The joke being that if they see me coming they could put any bizarre oddity onto the table and perhaps the vazaha- me- will come and buy it. I bought this fruit the other day- very bizarre. It woke me up in the middle of the night as it began to ripen. It smelled so pungent- so tropical- that it was maddening and I couldn't sleep. I had to get up and put it in a ziplock bag. I cut it open the next day- it wasn't overripe- and it tasted good, but it was full of rock hard little seeds. I think it would make a good juice, but I'm still afraid to take it out of the ziplock. There's about four or five other fruits that I have never seen before here. I have seen many bizarre fruits and vegetables at places like The Berkeley Bowl- which boasts the largest selection of fruits and vegetables in northern California. In fact, I'm reminded of this occasion in the states when Stacey and I decided- for interest sake- to pick out four exotic fruits we had never tried before and take them home. When we got to the checkout, it cost us fifteen dollars! In any case, I think there's a reason why we do not eat great quantities of some of these fruits. Like the one I mentioned, they have idiosyncrasies. There is one here that is like a grape, but it is so tannic- think of that drying sensation that accompanies black tea & red wine- that it makes one pucker grotesquely with each bite. Another fruit is green and scaly, soft inside with fleshy pods that contain the seeds. The pods have the texture of raw miniature squid if you can imagine that. There is a hint of pineapple, but it is not quite that good. There's some other little green fruit that is kind of like an apple, but maybe more tart. It shows some promise and I may work with it when I see it again. Mushrooms!!!!!!!!! As soon as it rained there were fresh mushrooms in the market. Wild mushrooms, as those are the only mushrooms there are here. Honestly, I have no idea what mushrooms they are- a bit galling after having fancied myself a mushroom aficionado in California. They are clearly a step up from the ubiquitously tasteless button mushroom that frequent American supermarkets. They have a meaty texture and they're whitish yellow- maybe not quite as unctuous as Porcini and without the apricot of chanterelles, but possessing some quality of each. Now that I am abreast of the whole seasonality thing here, I have actually started drying some of these and it should be interesting to see how these pan out dried. A couple other food notes: We have been making beef jerky- that has come out very well- and also, I have been making bacon (no pun intended) which is getting better by the batch. Pickles have come out really well, as did the one batch of kim-chi I made which was delicious! Enough on that.
And so it appears that we have been adopted. We had resolved not to have a dog here. I came here thinking that this would be a good thing. However, dogs are not treated so well here. And the reality is that here- they are not man's best friend. There is no spaying or neutering, all the female dogs sport utters, and new dogs are born all the time. Some are vicious and chase and bite. We have seen to many dogs with horrific burn-like scars. Dogs here scavenge for food, If they don't eat they starve. At the same time, impoverished Malagasy people sell what food they can so that they don't starve. Probably, as a result of helping themselves to some fried finger food off of a Malagasy woman's table, these dogs have been rewarded with a bath of hot oil. Cruel from our perspective, but effective from theirs. Can't afford to have the dog gobble a day's wages from your table, but there are more dogs than can be fed on the natural amount of waste generated here. >>>>>>>>>> And so, this one dog had taken to hanging out on our porch- many dogs had visited. This particular dog is handsome and gentle- apprehensive at first. He's also rather submissive so the other dogs don't bother him so much. We had seen him around and he is kind of cool looking, multi-colored white with blackish squares on is body which led me to refer to him as 'the colored dog'. Concerned that this was not the most appropriate name for the dog, Stacey suggested that we call him 'Milton''. So now, he's Milton. He spends most of the day with us relaxing on the porch, we feed him, and he wags his tail when he sees us. He comes and goes at will however. And, we have wondered if someone else cares for him At this point we're thinking not, since he spends so much time here- or maybe he just prefers the food here. If we go away, he's kind of on his own, but we'll get someone to come over and give him some food. It's usually easy to spot a healthy well-fed dog from a stray. Hopefully, if we keep him a little fat, people will be nice to him. We'll see how this turns out. Right now, he is good company. One day at a time!