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Dune 7
In this photo, atop Dune 7 in the Namib Desert, which is one of the world's tallest sandunes, a few volunteers proudly wave the American flag in what is reminescient to the infamous photo from Iwa Jima.
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What's Yours is Mine
Kerekere is the mentality that what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours. Villagers don't see it as stealing but rather borrowing. But it is often hard to borrow your items back! These cartoons were created to share with peer Peace Corps Volunteers in Fiji and published in PCV newsletters across the Pacific region.
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Safety & Security Man
These cartoons were created to share with peer Peace Corps Volunteers in Fiji and published in PCV newsletters across the Pacific region. Peace Corps takes a volunteers safety very seriously ... very.
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Lost in Translation
These cartoons were created to share with peer Peace Corps Volunteers in Fiji and published in PCV newsletters across the Pacific region.
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The Language of Eyebrows
As we all know, body language and facial expressions are the key to any communication. In Fiji, they take it to a new level. Entire conversations can take place with only facial twitches, leaving a PCV speechless. These cartoons were created to share with peer Peace Corps Volunteers in Fiji and published in PCV newsletters across the Pacific region.
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PC World Map Project
These cartoons were created to share with peer Peace Corps Volunteers in Fiji and published in PCV newsletters across the Pacific region.
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Bad PCV Project Ideas
Most villages do not have a generator, much less running electricity... but it is hotter than anything you can imagine so it can lead to delirium. These cartoons were created to share with peer Peace Corps Volunteers in Fiji and published in PCV newsletters across the Pacific region.
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Obama Sighting
Obama merchandise is a hot item in Mozambique!
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Golden Sunset
Taken from the health post just at sunset over the mountains at my site.
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Goodbye Niger
It was too green. The cows were too fat, the children too clean, the roads too well-paved. I turned to Mariah, my bus buddy on for the two hours from the airport in Casablanca to Rabat, the capital of Morocco. “Are we really still in Africa?” “I’m not really sure of anything anymore,” she wearily responded. It had been four sleepless days since Peace Corps had announced that we were leaving Niger. Ten anxious days since terrorists with ties to Al Qaeda had kidnapped two French nationals ...
