Saturday, January 5, 2008

(Update from November)
Recent news from Benin: getting desecrated on by a turkey, climbing a giant trash pile, being proposed to by village chiefs, and getting my big toe blessed by a local witch doctor have been the some of the latest news from Thanksgiving. About 2 months ago I got a chance to go to Cotonou for the day for vaccines and to pick up some food (that isnt available in Pobé) and mail (which has been a God-send-thank you all so much! it is such a Treat to get news from the outside world!) Work has been going well. I really love what Im doing-and though my nights are oftentimes hard to get through with boredom and loneliness setting in-the things Im doing at work are rewarding enough to motivate me through the next day.Currently Im working with a local health NGO doing baby weighing where we go from village to village to weigh babies, children, and other villagiouse in order to look for signs of and record malnutrition in the rural areas and to hand out vitamins and nutritional supplementation.

So Thanksgiving in Benin I ended up staying with a group of other volunteers in the country-some American filmmakers here doing a documentary on child trafficking in Benin, a Fulbright Scholar researching education reform, and other Peace Corps Volunteers and some of their friends visiting them for the holidays. Besides the obvious luxury of having someone other than myself to hang out with and see friends I hadn't seen since Training-the food brought from all around the country was a much needed break from the everyday diet of white starches and fried things that are so ubiquitous in my town. Between the 15 or so of us we had a marvelous compilation of all sorts of attempts of replicating American goodies: sweet potatoes (made from Beninese sweet potatoes which aren't the orange colored oval shaped sweet potatoes you all are familiar with), pies and cakes (ingredients sent courtesy of family from back home in the States), salad (the first I'd had in about 3 months!), and a turkey that survived the trek all the way through a 10+ hour bus and moto ride from the North of Benin to be slaughtered and deliciously prepared in Ketou (the town we had Thanksgiving in).

After gorging ourselves with "real" food for the first time in months, we headed over to spend the night at another volunteers house Peace Corps style-which entails setting up an assembly line of help to bail enough well water out for everyone to take a bucket shower before lining up like sardines to sleep on bamboo mats outside or if your lucky, a cot made out of a giant rice sack (actually really comfortable, comparably that is). The next day we headed out to see the infamous Ketou Trash Pile- a giant 40 foot mound of filth that has required a reputation apparently worthy of bringing tourists from near and far.This outing proved to be possibly one of the grossest things I've ever voluntarily put myself through-oh the things you do in Benin to keep yourself entertained… But then again I thought-when else am I ever going to have the opportunity and excuse to hike on a mountain made from things normal people wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole?? Things really got interesting upon descending from the Ketou Trash Pile- the villagers, and apparent guardians of the Trash Pile swarmed upon us and began getting quite irate at us for climbing what they deemed as a sacred monument, and demanded we pay our due respects. Obligingly, we stood around staring inquisitively at eachother as the lady in charge began to ceremoniously pour out water and bless each of our big toes. Lacking the traditional livestock sacrifice we each threw what little money we had on the ground and gathered together for a group picture the villagers wanted to take of us and went on our way. An strange Thanksgiving, but eventful nonetheless.

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