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Manakara Be Sunset
After a relaxing day with Volunteers of the SudEst, it's really overwhelming how breathtaking the Manakara Be sunset can really be! There is just nothing better than being with friends, toes in the sand, enjoying the comfortable 4th of July weather and capturing one of the amazing scenery shots of Madagascar, like this one posted here. Mazotoa!
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poisson braisée
my favorite meal in Cameroon: poisson braisée avec batons de manioc. This was my regular fish mama in Batié.
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Batié Market
The once every 7-day traditional market in my Peace Corps village, Batié.
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Getting a Little Perspective
The great baobab trees of Senegal are a good reminder of just how old Africa is.
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Little Pulaar Girl
A little Pulaar Girl poses for a photo in traditional garb.
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Thing Things You Don't Realize...
… when you have everything. Did you ever realize how dirty you get when you don’t have an actual shower? We are in the midst of dry season here and water is a more precious commodity than ever. While I am lucky and have gotten in good with neighbor kids who come to fetch water for me daily, the supply is still limited. As a result, bucket-bathing daily has become a luxury. That, and it’s really just a huge pain in the rear end. No worries, I have plentifu...
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Out of Africa
Sitting at Philadelphia International airport waiting for my connecting flight to St. Louis and having a hard time believing that I am finally back in the USA, after 26 months. The layover in Brussels went smoothly. I parted ways with Laura who traveled with me from Yaoundé. We grabbed a Caramel Macchiato at Starbucks before boarding our respective flights. It felt very correct. I didn’t have the panic feelings that I encountered when landing in Paris last summer. This was a good sign, ...
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Books For Cameroon
A proud moment when the 40-foot container carrying 23,000+ books donated by Books For Africa for the Books For Cameroon project arrived in my provinical capital.
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Peace Corps Was The Start Of A Long Road
I arrived in Chile in September of 1966, in the middle of the annual Independence Day celebrations. My group was trained in Albuquerque, NM, to work with credit co-operatives. My first post was the town of Quillota, a quiet agricultural town about 80 miles from Santiago, the capital. My first months were spent making tentative attempts at doing my job, reading books from my book locker, riding my bicycle around town, and taking the train to the port of Valparaiso to take Spanish lessons an...
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The Fan Milk Man
This photo goes along with my attached story
