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Return To Past
On my first trip to Walung with the Yata Youth Group (where I did all my singing) I found myself awake in the early morning, but not nearly before the cooks or those feeding the pigs or the grandmothers. As I walked on the beach I came across this canoe floating beside modern outboard motor fishing boats. Before the picture was taken I watched a young man paddle the boat into the harbor and unload his nights worth of spear fishing catch.
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Who's in Charge Here?
I knew it was coming. Adam text messaged me on Wednesday to let me know that he would be coming in early Friday to start his Carte de Sejour process of with the Gendarmes of Goulmima. I had agreed to help. For people with more normal jobs being up-and-at-‘em at 8:00 am is no problem, but I grumbled when my phone vibrated four times and beeped at that (un)reasonable hour. “In town. meet at gendarmes?” read the text message. I tossed on a pair of shorts, t-shirt, baseball hat and show...
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American Pizza Night!!!
It really only took one experience to hook my host family on American Pizza. In short order it became a weekly tradition. Here my host brother Nunu displays the goods.
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The carnival comes to town but once.
A cool shot from the taxi stand in Goulmima, Morocco. A typical everyday scene but for the carnival in the background, which really makes the white pop out.
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Where To?
My host brother is running out of territory, yet presses on.
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Pop Rocks: Cultural Exchange
I stopped by a local shop to pick up some food before going to my host family's house for lunch and I noticed that they sold Pop Rocks. My host mom and I had so much fun. :)
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Something Interesting That Way Is
I don't recall what these boys were looking at, but it must have been pretty great to capture all of their attentions at once.
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The Prophet's Birthday
This boy was photographed from my house as he overlooked the festival for the Prophet Mohammed's birthday in Goulmima, Morocco.
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bananas and coconuts
This is one of my favorite photos from my two Micronesian years, it was taken from inside a tiny fruit stand at my Uncle Natsuo's house where I often bought the pictured produce.
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sunrise from a boat
The tides again determined our approach to Walung. Our silent, dark departure from Tafunsak marina allowed a sunrise approach to a community still attuned with non-electrical rhythms.
