<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:27:14.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giraffeblogza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-6289230432878908741</id><published>2009-05-18T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:01:33.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>I moved into my new house on Thursday.  I was surprised at how much stuff I have collected in the past year.  I came with 80 lbs of luggage in two suitcases and a carry-on bag but it took two trips to the old house to collect all my belongings.  I moved into the house without any problems and am quite happy living by myself and doing all the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/ShFNyjR7_jI/AAAAAAAACvc/A1pPADV9ol0/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/ShFNyjR7_jI/AAAAAAAACvc/A1pPADV9ol0/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337132564270022194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/ShFNydeLjBI/AAAAAAAACvU/vAkNo_g4tO4/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/ShFNydeLjBI/AAAAAAAACvU/vAkNo_g4tO4/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337132562710760466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-6289230432878908741?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/6289230432878908741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=6289230432878908741' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6289230432878908741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6289230432878908741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/ShFNyjR7_jI/AAAAAAAACvc/A1pPADV9ol0/s72-c/IMG_1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-7175002500860285467</id><published>2009-05-13T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:18:23.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on up...</title><content type='html'>I haven’t been updating much lately.  I have had some problems at my site which made me quite unhappy.  But now, my big problem has been solved………..I am moving!!  I am remaining in Mtubatuba at Mpilonhle, but I am moving out of the village and into the township.  I encountered many many many challenges living in the village, the least of which were living without the comforts of the first world and revolved mainly around psychological factors, issues of safety, and distance from the office.   My commute to the Mpilonhle office took more time and cost more money than my average commute in Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living in a little house, by myself, in the backyard of another, larger house.  I am now without a host family and I am simply renting the room from a landlord.  The house has four rooms; a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom with a shower and running hot water.   I have some work to do on the place, but I have nothing if not a lot of time on my hands.   I still consider my village hosts as my family here in Africa, but now I will only visit them on the occasional weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-7175002500860285467?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/7175002500860285467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=7175002500860285467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/7175002500860285467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/7175002500860285467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving on up...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-9082015577292848171</id><published>2009-05-13T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:17:11.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention I went to Lesotho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyhG0jOI/AAAAAAAACvM/fl3Pi-lYMdU/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyhG0jOI/AAAAAAAACvM/fl3Pi-lYMdU/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335250199779773666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdynUSaRI/AAAAAAAACvE/EKohS2zD6ZE/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdynUSaRI/AAAAAAAACvE/EKohS2zD6ZE/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335250201446869266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyXCoIOI/AAAAAAAACu8/HEl3gUBHe-E/s1600-h/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyXCoIOI/AAAAAAAACu8/HEl3gUBHe-E/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335250197077827810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyDwvVgI/AAAAAAAACu0/KroKh30gz_I/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyDwvVgI/AAAAAAAACu0/KroKh30gz_I/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335250191902529026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lesotho, it was awesome.  The girl from Kentucky had to go all the way to Lesotho to ride a horse for the first time.  Check out more photos of my adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-9082015577292848171?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/9082015577292848171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=9082015577292848171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/9082015577292848171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/9082015577292848171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-i-mention-i-went-to-lesotho.html' title='Did I mention I went to Lesotho'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SgqdyhG0jOI/AAAAAAAACvM/fl3Pi-lYMdU/s72-c/IMG_1032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-198591679375958459</id><published>2009-05-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:07:45.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a cold</title><content type='html'>I came down with a cold after my recent trip to Lesotho.  This is hardly surprising since it was very cold at night and very hot in the day and this is usually all it takes to get me sick.  This cold, however, was quite different than any cold I have had in the past due to life in the village.  From the reaction of the community, one might think that no one had ever had a cold in their lives before (this is not true for this is not even the first time I have had a cold in Khula village).   As typical with any illness, I wanted to get plenty of rest to recover as quickly as possible.  However, this is not what my host mother had in mind.  She was constantly knocking on the door, “you need to eat,” “you are eating too much,” “you need a doctor,” “you need to take pills,” “you are taking your pills are the wrong time,” “you need more sleep,” and my personal favorite, “you are sleeping too much,” and so on for three days straight.  (I have come to understand now that people believe that if you sleep when you are sick, you will die in your sleep, which I suppose is true for people who are sick with an actual serious disease, but as far as I know rarely happens to those with sinus trouble.)  Apparently, my host mother called the Induna (chief of the village) to report my condition, who then called my organization, who drove out to my house to check on me.  I wouldn’t have been surprise if Jacob Zuma himself had showed up at my door to make sure I was ok.  When I did got back to work, every single person in the office knew of my “condition” and asked how things were going.  Now, I do, to some extent, appreciate that they are concerned about me and they know it is a big deal if anything were to happen to their American, but at the time of the illness, I was not thinking about this and only aggravated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three days of the cold, I recovered significantly, but was still suffering from what I thought was an ear infection.  So much to my host mother’s delight, I went to the doctor for the first time in South Africa.  First, I called the doctor to make an appointment, to which they told me they do not take appointments and I should just get in line.  I was a little worried about how long this “line” would be, but then remember that I was not going to the free clinic, but one you needed to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the office where only about three people were waiting.  Once the doctor got started things went pretty fast.  I have never been in and out of an exam room so fast, HMO’s in America would be impressed.  He looked in both my ears, my mouth, diagnosed me with some infection in my head and sent me to the back to get medication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly like some of the stories I have heard about going to the doctor in Africa, but this is South Africa, I was in a town (albeit a very small one) and I was willing to pay to see a doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-198591679375958459?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/198591679375958459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=198591679375958459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/198591679375958459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/198591679375958459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-just-cold.html' title='It was just a cold'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-684127923737615523</id><published>2009-02-16T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:04:58.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer holiday and back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTnDSPhMI/AAAAAAAACc0/eXiKcr9rx-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTnDSPhMI/AAAAAAAACc0/eXiKcr9rx-Q/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303361966567294146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don’t think I could have asked for a better holiday. With three weeks off from my NGO, I had many plans to entertain myself. I spent the first week in the village. Two relatives of my host mother came to stay with us, a little boy and girl, who were good kids and I had fun hanging out with. The little boy fixed my bicycle in a matter of ten minutes, after having it sit in the garage for 9 months broken. This week was extremely hot and pretty much all we could do was sit on the porch and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTmo3_9-I/AAAAAAAACcs/RJ520hZDuxI/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTmo3_9-I/AAAAAAAACcs/RJ520hZDuxI/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303361959477901282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week I took a taxi down to Durban. I met up with some other Peace Corps Volunteers to spend a week in the city, feeling like a regular person again. We went to the beach, uShaka Marine World to see the dolphin show and aquarium, Victoria Street Market, the Workshop, the casino and movie theater, the Essenwood Market, Botanical Gardens and even to the theater to see Shear Madness “with a South African twist,” or so the advertisement said. I spent my first ever Christmas away from home at the beach and movies/casino. We ate at many great restaurants, which is something I have really missed since coming to Africa. Some may say that it is tacky to go to a casino on Christmas, but honestly, it did not feel like Christmas for a number of reasons. Not only was it hot, not the right season at all, but very few South Africans that I know celebrate the holiday and almost all the stores were open. There were no Christmas decorations, no parties to attend, no gifts to give and none of my mom’s homemade Christmas candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTmj2aMcI/AAAAAAAACck/KF5JOaQMvGI/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTmj2aMcI/AAAAAAAACck/KF5JOaQMvGI/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303361958129054146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week in Durban, I parted ways with my fellow volunteers, and flew to Capetown to meet up with another volunteer. I had an amazing time in Capetown, from the friends I made, the activities, the nightlife, the food and the scenery, I couldn’t have planned a better trip. My friend Nathan and I made friends with many of the other travelers in the backpacker, and thus every day we had many people to hang out with and many activities to chose from. I can say, the only down side of the trip was my overestimating my ability to climb Table Mountain, only a few minutes into the climb, I knew it was a bad idea and I had a horrible time making my way to the top many many hours later. The view on the way up and at the top of the mountain were amazing, but next time, I will take the cable car! Other than Table Mountain, we saw the Victoria and Albert Waterfront, Long Street, Green Square Market, the South African Museum, Robben Island, the Cape Pennisula, Cape of Good Hope, the District Six Museum and the Botanical Gardens. We went on a wine tour and a tour of the Cape Peninsula. Despite scheduling the vacation in order to see the Minstrel Parade, the city decided to change the date and thus we did not see costumes and dancing. I spend New Year’s Eve with some fellow travelers from the backpackers on Long Street. I had a great holiday and I can’t wait for another trip to Capetown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTmRQzf7I/AAAAAAAACcc/BAffzGMOUjo/s1600-h/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTmRQzf7I/AAAAAAAACcc/BAffzGMOUjo/s320/IMG_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303361953139490738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Mpilonhle, we started the year off with a three week training session reminiscent of  my days in Pre-Service Training.  I don’t sit well through training session and thus was glad to be back in the office and get back to work.  We have a lot of plans for this year to reach as many community members with health services and computer classes as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one-year Peace Corps anniversary passed with a day at the beach with the other volunteers at my site.  We spent the day swimming, eating and watching crocodiles and hippos, in addition to getting burned in the hot hot sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-684127923737615523?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/684127923737615523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=684127923737615523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/684127923737615523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/684127923737615523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2009/02/summer-holiday-and-back-to-work.html' title='Summer holiday and back to work'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SZlTnDSPhMI/AAAAAAAACc0/eXiKcr9rx-Q/s72-c/IMG_0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-8506392874744736879</id><published>2008-12-11T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:50:58.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LST in Durban and the approach on the One-Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEMdqg-ItI/AAAAAAAACB4/dHfqBIvKxxE/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEMdqg-ItI/AAAAAAAACB4/dHfqBIvKxxE/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278513942023250642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life-Skills Training is a Peace Corps workshop designed to teach us the skills to teach youth about the skills they need prevent HIV.  We were all gathered in Durban, a big city on the coast of KwaZulu-Natal.  I love Durban, a big city and a beach, I could ask for nothing more.  The training was useful but the best part was being in Durban with other volunteers.  We could go outside at night, see movies and go to beach.  I could walk around without being stared at all the time.  I could talk in English and eat food I really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived in the village, everything was quaint and beautiful.  The hardships made it seem like I was really doing something here, I could brag about washing clothes by hand and heating and carrying water.  I was living like the people, learning how to survive.  There comes a time when things stop being quaint and beautiful but dirty, noisy and annoying.   The kids aren’t cute anymore, but malnourished and demanding.   Washing clothes isn’t making me a stronger person, just a really irritated one.  Thus, getting away from the village and going to the city and seeing other volunteers makes everything seem alright again.  I returned from LST with only one more week at my NGO before it closes for the holiday and we get a three-week break.  I am going to Durban and Capetown, getting a much needed rest from the woes of village life.  I hope to be rejuvenated and see the community in a new light when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-8506392874744736879?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/8506392874744736879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=8506392874744736879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8506392874744736879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8506392874744736879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/12/lst-in-durban-and-approach-on-one-year.html' title='LST in Durban and the approach on the One-Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEMdqg-ItI/AAAAAAAACB4/dHfqBIvKxxE/s72-c/IMG_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-5968848779706351447</id><published>2008-12-11T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:46:04.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>Mpilonhle marked World AIDS day this year by involving the youth in a making a quilt representing their feeling about HIV and AIDS. While in America, you may see people wearing red ribbons to commemorate the day, South Africa tries to raise awareness through large and small events. South Africa has one of the highest HIV rates on the world and while we work all year long to prevent the disease from spreading, we took this day to step back and let some of the youth show us their feelings about this disease that is shaping their lives. HIV is diminishing much of success the country has seen. I can’t think of any other place that could have gone what South Africa went through with apartheid and not go through a civil war and yet the battle with HIV goes on with no end in sight. Of course, this is not all without hope, places like Mpilonhle are working constantly and have seen many successes in the people we have helped over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUELKK2sLLI/AAAAAAAACBw/MtLOzeEtqA8/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUELKK2sLLI/AAAAAAAACBw/MtLOzeEtqA8/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512507595271346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUELJuZ1ifI/AAAAAAAACBo/LNT2nQkhnjk/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUELJuZ1ifI/AAAAAAAACBo/LNT2nQkhnjk/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512499958057458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-5968848779706351447?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/5968848779706351447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=5968848779706351447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/5968848779706351447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/5968848779706351447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUELKK2sLLI/AAAAAAAACBw/MtLOzeEtqA8/s72-c/IMG_0499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-2083280643501465068</id><published>2008-12-11T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:38:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peace Corps Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEJYgP5s0I/AAAAAAAACBg/D1DK85U47rg/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEJYgP5s0I/AAAAAAAACBg/D1DK85U47rg/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278510554833072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace Corps volunteers from all over South Africa descended on St. Lucia for the first ever Mpilonhle Thanksgiving. Turkeys were roasted, rolls were enjoyed, many bottles of wine were consumed, more pies than could be counted were made. We swam in the pool, went to the beach, and watched many hours of E! TV (a peace corps favorite) and movies. Since I couldn’t spend Thanksgiving with my family in America, this was really the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEIvriumaI/AAAAAAAACBY/zrQEl9nkDbA/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEIvriumaI/AAAAAAAACBY/zrQEl9nkDbA/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278509853490190754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-2083280643501465068?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/2083280643501465068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=2083280643501465068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2083280643501465068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2083280643501465068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace-corps-thanksgiving.html' title='A Peace Corps Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SUEJYgP5s0I/AAAAAAAACBg/D1DK85U47rg/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-3979394507738196232</id><published>2008-10-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:58:10.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training and Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl1qwjiMGI/AAAAAAAAB9w/kXAMDcifyUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl1qwjiMGI/AAAAAAAAB9w/kXAMDcifyUQ/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262867017008033890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned an Izinduna and Field Assistants training workshop for Mpilonhle last week. There was a great turnout, with about 40 people. We did training on what Mpilonhle is about, health education and community mobilization. I even went back to my Peace Corps roots and used PACA tool, where I had them draw maps of their community, pointing out all the important places. It will be there job to hand out flyers for our community outreach events. Everyone was super excited to receive certificates and Crocs in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl1qL7A_pI/AAAAAAAAB9o/CsQT7_8ayuk/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl1qL7A_pI/AAAAAAAAB9o/CsQT7_8ayuk/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262867007174409874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In village news, we have nearly reached a water crisis.  The water use to go off during the day and come back on for a few hours each night.  Now the water has been completely off since Sunday and on Sunday it was only on for about 45 minutes at a mere drip.  We haven’t really had water for a week now.  I have been creative with my water use, cutting down to only absolute necessity, no washing clothes, no making tea, bathing only when absolutely necessary.  I had the children go around the village to fetch me water in return for candy however, now there is not even any water to fetch.  Yesterday I saw kids getting water out of the swamp, but I draw the line at bathing or washing with swamp water.  I am going to leave the village for the weekend and perhaps do a couple of rain dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl23vKhitI/AAAAAAAAB94/PrCPgR-KkD0/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl23vKhitI/AAAAAAAAB94/PrCPgR-KkD0/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262868339484625618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-3979394507738196232?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/3979394507738196232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=3979394507738196232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/3979394507738196232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/3979394507738196232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/10/training-and-water.html' title='Training and Water'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SQl1qwjiMGI/AAAAAAAAB9w/kXAMDcifyUQ/s72-c/IMG_1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-6250704995770228261</id><published>2008-09-26T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:21:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Day and Taxi Accident</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was Heritage in South Africa, a day we celebrate the heritage of the country and get the day off work.  I was sent by my NGO to a meeting in my village.  The invitation said the meeting would start at 9:30am, so I arrived promptly at 9:30.  I knew the event wouldn’t start right away so I brought a book.  However, when I arrived, the tent was set up, about 25 kids were milling around and the stereo system was up and blaring music, not a good environment to catch up on a good book.  I waited around until 10, then asked one the ladies around what time she thought the meeting would really start, she said maybe 10:30.  I decided to go home for awhile and wait there instead.  I went back at 11:30 and things were just getting under way.  The little girls of the village were doing a dance to welcome all the guests to the meeting.  Of course, I was made to sit up front with all the VIPs, even though I really had nothing to contribute to the meeting.  It finally started about noon, only a mere 2 and half hours late, so just on time in Africa.  The meeting was two and half hours of talking in Zulu.  The little girls did two dances and the staff of the organization holding the meeting did a song as well.  The performances were great, but the rest, while I am sure was extremely interesting and informative, was over my head in terms of my Zulu language skills.  They served a meal at the end of the meeting, which was really the prize for all those who could sit through the whole meeting (not that I had a choice seeing how I was sitting right in front of everyone).  Although I do not eat meat, the main food at any South Africa gathering, I was happy to eat some beans and give the rest of my share of the meat to some of the kids who stuck around after their dance.  I suppose the hosts felt badly about giving me meat and they gave me another entirely full plate of vegetarian stuff.  I ate some more beans but then when most people were gone, I gave the food again to some children.  I find it difficult to eat at a big gathering where the children are sitting around waiting for the leftovers.  However, since this organizations main function is to take care of and feed orphans, I saw they were giving out bowls of food to the kids before the adults ate, which made me extremely happy.  The rest of the week, I have noticed people around town all dressed up in traditional clothing, so far, this is my favorite South African holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was taking a taxi to work, only the taxi didn’t quite make it all the way to Mtubatuba.  Just outside the town, the wheel fell off the taxi while we were going about 80kph, sending everyone inside up in the air, then back down very quickly.  Everyone was screaming and scared, there was smoke and burning rubber, but no one was seriously injured, we all hit our head on the top of the taxi when the tire first fell off though.  We were very lucky not to fall over, some quick thinking by the driver who apparently wasn’t quick thinking enough to make sure the tires were fastened securely to the vehicle before taking off that morning.  Everyone rushed off the taxi when it stopped, not knowing what had happened, just that there was a bunch of smoke and burning.  While normally I wouldn’t appreciate being squeezed into a taxi with the maximum number of people possible, all piled in on top of each other, I think this is the only reason no one was hurt, none of us could actually go anywhere but up.  I was close enough to town to walk to my NGO, since there was really no way I was getting back on that taxi (although other people did).  Everyone was very supportive of my freaking out, despite it not being a serious accident.  I believe the scariest thing was being in the back of the taxi, thinking you are about to crash and not being able to do anything about it.  I calmed down considerably as the day went on and was able to take a taxi home that evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-6250704995770228261?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/6250704995770228261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=6250704995770228261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6250704995770228261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6250704995770228261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/09/heritage-day-and-taxi-accident.html' title='Heritage Day and Taxi Accident'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-6173839636026005243</id><published>2008-08-25T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:01:19.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iSimangaliso, Mozambique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJz7QlIpGI/AAAAAAAABy8/jXP9Ai40KVE/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376778485507170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJz7QlIpGI/AAAAAAAABy8/jXP9Ai40KVE/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping sane during a Peace Corps experience is a difficult task even at the best of times, thus taking a vacation with other volunteers is essential for ones mental health. I spent the past week on holiday with four other volunteers, visiting the iSimangaliso Wetland Park and going to Mozambique. We spent the first part of the week in St. Lucia, which is really just down the street from my house, but I was able to see the area in a new light, the way the tourists do. While it was rainy, cold and windy, I still had a good time, even if I had to wear two fleeces and a ski cap to the beach everyday. We went out to a lot of restaurants, went to the St. Lucia beach, Cape Vidal, Hluhluwe-Umfolozi Game Reserve, and on the Hippo and Croc tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238373337962406562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJwy_ogYqI/AAAAAAAAByk/63Ptjj9gesw/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the week, we headed up the park to Kosi Bay. We got a bit confused by the directions to the backpackers, seeing as how we needed to turn onto a dirt road, past an abandoned building to get to it. We were all very skeptical of the place, but it turned out to be the best backpackers I have stayed at in South Africa. Each group could have their own little building. The rooms were connected by walkways made of sticks. The place was not busy at all, so we had out own kitchen and got the bathroom to ourselves most of the time. While we were only there for two days, if felt longer because the owners took us on so many tour and were very accommodating to everything we wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day, we went on the tour’s first ever trip into the raffa forest of Kosi Bay. We road on a small boat make of raffa wood, pulling it across the lake with a rope. We walked through the forest and it was amazing seeing all the palms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238374303395788210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJxrMJwtbI/AAAAAAAABys/-cSYeIVF-cY/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the afternoon, we went to Kosi Bay to see the fish traps, go snorkeling and to the beach. It was a beautiful beach, but we were the only ones on it. Friday I went into Mozambique, the backpackers is only about ten minutes away from the border. It was pretty cool to get my passport stamped on my birthday. A Brazilian couple sang to me in Portuguese. Immediately after crossing the border, all tarred roads disappeared and the driver had to put on the 4X4 drive. Mozambique was in a civil war for 25 years that ended in the 1990’s. I went to Ponto D’ouro and spent the morning on the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376774090533394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJz7ANSqhI/AAAAAAAABy0/62_JCUJ7LIU/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took us to lunch at a restaurant on top of a sand dune. They even gave me a free drink for my birthday. In the afternoon, I went back to the beach and to the shops along the road. Despite being only about a 30 minutes drive from South Africa, Ponta D’Ouro had a very different feel, with different culture, language, currency and architecture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376785100521266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJz7pORvzI/AAAAAAAABzE/Myf1wfOG9cY/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach in Ponta D’Ouro was one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen but very few people were around. Back at the backpackers, I found the owner had decorated the place with balloons and streamers for my birthday. We had cake and champagne in the evening. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday! Check out the photos of the great adventure with the link to photos on the side. Now it is back to work in Mtubatuba&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376789212645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJz74iryjI/AAAAAAAABzM/5kBDMi7eVto/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-6173839636026005243?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/6173839636026005243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=6173839636026005243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6173839636026005243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6173839636026005243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/08/isimangaliso-mozambique.html' title='iSimangaliso, Mozambique'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SLJz7QlIpGI/AAAAAAAABy8/jXP9Ai40KVE/s72-c/IMG_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-2014364613195388368</id><published>2008-08-25T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:41:06.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrying on</title><content type='html'>8/14/08 (wouldn't let me update on that actual date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good couple of weeks in Africa. I am making progress with my work at Mpilonhle. Every Saturday, the mobile health unit goes out to counsel, test, and provide medication for community members. We have chosen 12 communities to serve with our three units. During the week, I plan for the events, going over logistics like who will staff which unit and on Saturdays, I got with the units to see the community. Since we started three weeks ago, the communities have really responded, from the local induna (chiefs) spreading the word to people signing up for computer courses. Community members are given the opportunity to sign up for a whole week of computer courses when they come to the unit on Saturday when they see a counselor or a nurse. In November and December we will go back to each community to hold the courses. I am excited about offering these courses to community members whom many have never worked on a computer before. Not only can we provide health services to the community, but we can also bring technology to extremely rural areas of KwaZulu-Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the village is also becoming routine, I once thought this would never happen. I doubt I will ever become use to all the staring, but I am use to eating the food and heating water for bathes. The children are still amazed by my presence. I have learned that I cannot feed all the hungry children in the village, I can play with them and read them stories. After receiving a wonderful package from the US, I promptly covered the children in temporary tattoos and stick-on earrings. The girls were so excited to have the tattoos, but I think they are also excited by receiving so much positive attention from an adult. The only problem being that now they hardly leave me alone for 10 minutes, even if they just want me to simply watch them play card games. I have taken to reading while they color and play games in hopes of showing them that reading can be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going on vacation next week and I am very excited. A few other Peace Corps Volunteers will join me here in St. Lucia for a few days, then we are heading up the iSimangaliso Wetland Park to Kosi Bay. I plan on sitting on beaches, reading, snorkeling, going to game reserves, eating good food (i.e. nothing with cabbage in it) and celebrating my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-2014364613195388368?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/2014364613195388368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=2014364613195388368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2014364613195388368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2014364613195388368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/08/carrying-on.html' title='Carrying on'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-467935270376233719</id><published>2008-07-14T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:26:59.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is a saying in the Peace Corps, An optimist looks at the glass and says it’s half full, a pessimist looks at the glass and says it’s half empty, a Peace Corps volunteer looks at the glass and says ‘I could take a bath in that.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found truth in that statement this weekend we the water to the entire town of Mtubatuba was turned off for now going on 24 hours and likely to last for two or three days. I try to bath as little as possible now that it is winter and it is too cold to even take your clothes off to get in the water. Yesterday though, was really the day I could put it off no longer. In the village I stayed in during training, the water to the village was only on three days a weeks and we stored water in barrels for the other days. In my current village, water is on all the time, except for occasionally going off for two hours at a time maybe once a month. We store a little bit of water in one barrel for these occasions. Not knowing how long the water would be off last night, I used as little water as possible to bathe, managing to even wash my hair in about two kettles worth of water. I was quite proud of the accomplishment, even though it was a freezing and miserable experience. At least the entire town is in the same boat and will all be suffering in two days.  Thankfully, there are no photos to accompany this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-467935270376233719?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/467935270376233719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=467935270376233719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/467935270376233719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/467935270376233719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/07/amanzi.html' title='Amanzi'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-7696782060896888716</id><published>2008-07-14T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:32.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Outreach.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr-9xPR0PI/AAAAAAAABDY/s1QPcFA3mQA/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222767055032406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr-9xPR0PI/AAAAAAAABDY/s1QPcFA3mQA/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday, I schedule a second community outreach day for Mpilonhle. While there was a bit of a scramble the day before the event, I think it ended well, with two units working in two locations to serve about 45 community members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222767066101776594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr--aebANI/AAAAAAAABDg/r0nKHti-OC0/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-7696782060896888716?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/7696782060896888716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=7696782060896888716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/7696782060896888716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/7696782060896888716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/07/community-outreach2.html' title='Community Outreach.2'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr-9xPR0PI/AAAAAAAABDY/s1QPcFA3mQA/s72-c/IMG_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-6108732016035418824</id><published>2008-07-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:32.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Vidal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr8rKBpFKI/AAAAAAAABDA/lqPAaOwa__k/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222764536245327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr8rKBpFKI/AAAAAAAABDA/lqPAaOwa__k/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a break from work last Thursday and went to Cape Vidal, a beautiful beach in the St. Lucia Wetland Park. We even saw a whale out in the ocean.  Before the beach, there is a game park, were I saw this monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222764542059088354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr8rfrwCeI/AAAAAAAABDI/2V60J7u7Dbo/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222764546721648194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr8rxDZDkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/l2cRwnQUtT8/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-6108732016035418824?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/6108732016035418824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=6108732016035418824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6108732016035418824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6108732016035418824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/07/cape-vidal.html' title='Cape Vidal'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHr8rKBpFKI/AAAAAAAABDA/lqPAaOwa__k/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-2103479457288768014</id><published>2008-07-09T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:33.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>I just got back from In-Service Training (IST) and I had a great time.  It was very cold in Limpopo though, so I am glad to be back in the warmer climate.  Now that I am back, I am continuing to work on the community outreach project for Mpilonhle.  I am also trying to come up with ideas for a secondary project.  Until I have something exciting to write about, enjoy some photos of the village children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220963818950567458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHSW7nW3JiI/AAAAAAAABAw/tzjJefaU8wo/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220963198525792178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHSWXgGEX7I/AAAAAAAABAo/dkAQgX80iX8/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-2103479457288768014?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/2103479457288768014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=2103479457288768014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2103479457288768014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2103479457288768014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/07/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SHSW7nW3JiI/AAAAAAAABAw/tzjJefaU8wo/s72-c/IMG_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-1482851220985846109</id><published>2008-05-29T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:34.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5wtn4NjgI/AAAAAAAAA90/PN8-Ty5Bg5A/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205722148388048386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5wtn4NjgI/AAAAAAAAA90/PN8-Ty5Bg5A/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The graduates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5u6n4NjdI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SWm2-8w_EWo/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205720172703092178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5u6n4NjdI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SWm2-8w_EWo/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Set up for the meal, note all the balloon animals on the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5u634NjeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oxPoxrFcdPM/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205720176998059490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5u634NjeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oxPoxrFcdPM/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Children with the balloons that all turned into hats by the end of the party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5u7H4NjfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/9TbXk8txBKU/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205720181293026802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5u7H4NjfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/9TbXk8txBKU/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my neighbors with all the broken balloon pieced back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5tsH4NjcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/g-sQcAvobNo/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205718824083361218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5tsH4NjcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/g-sQcAvobNo/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every caterer got her own special hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom catered a graduation party this weekend. She said my job would be to make balloon animals for decorations. I never thought this was a skill I would pick up in the Peace Corps, but they say to not have expectations. Luckily all the children just wanted hats, which was pretty easy. I became quite good at the giraffe, and dog too. Unfortunately I underestimated the amount of children that would come to the party and only had about 30 balloons for the 1 billion children that showed up when I started handing them out. In addition, it was very hot so all the balloons popped almost immediately but the very resourceful children found a way to patch all the holes and we were able to make more balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go to a graduation party, anyone who has ever graduated university is suppose to wear their cap and gown. My host mom told me to wear mine but you know, my old cap and gown did not even make the first draft of the packing list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-1482851220985846109?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/1482851220985846109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=1482851220985846109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/1482851220985846109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/1482851220985846109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-party.html' title='Graduation Party'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SD5wtn4NjgI/AAAAAAAAA90/PN8-Ty5Bg5A/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-8308579159608879659</id><published>2008-05-26T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:35.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Outreach</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my NGO held a community outreach event at a local farm to counsel and teset people for HIV. We also brought computer units to introduce the people to the technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first event that I organized for Mpilonhle and I am happy it went well. I was concerned that no one would show up, that the counselors would not want to work on a Saturday, that we would be late, and so on. My fears were relieved though when almost all the farm's employees came to the units, took part in the counseling and about half participated in the computer training. We had five counselors, an IT trainer, health educator and a nurse all working with the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204601080319413330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SDp1G34NjFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/sqVlQK-N_5w/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Health education class for employees on the farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204602214190779490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SDp2I34NjGI/AAAAAAAAA6I/faTwbyYG604/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mobile health unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204602806896266354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SDp2rX4NjHI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fgN0U3iaG_Q/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Computer training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-8308579159608879659?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/8308579159608879659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=8308579159608879659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8308579159608879659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8308579159608879659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/05/community-outreach.html' title='Community Outreach'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SDp1G34NjFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/sqVlQK-N_5w/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-8097140147447999514</id><published>2008-05-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:36.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hluhluwe Game Reserve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw7VewniI/AAAAAAAAAy4/n4tyGGMB1GA/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199389196991634978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw7VewniI/AAAAAAAAAy4/n4tyGGMB1GA/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfusVewndI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/pZz94iSpk6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199386740270341586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfusVewndI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/pZz94iSpk6Y/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Linda, Amos at the Game Reserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfus1ewnfI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ortIWlJXWvc/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199386748860276210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfus1ewnfI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ortIWlJXWvc/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfutFewngI/AAAAAAAAAyo/W34_WguPAm4/s1600-h/IMG_9977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199386753155243522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfutFewngI/AAAAAAAAAyo/W34_WguPAm4/s320/IMG_9977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elephants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfutlewnhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GoGbLUZ-o-I/s1600-h/IMG_9994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199386761745178130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfutlewnhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GoGbLUZ-o-I/s320/IMG_9994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfuslewneI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ey8QnKKYZt4/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199386744565308898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfuslewneI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ey8QnKKYZt4/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rhinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw8FewnkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/e-yUUrHay_0/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199389209876536898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw8FewnkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/e-yUUrHay_0/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baboons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw71ewnjI/AAAAAAAAAzA/p4ALEmRCDd8/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199389205581569586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw71ewnjI/AAAAAAAAAzA/p4ALEmRCDd8/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Hluhluwe Game Reserve this weekend with another Peace Corps volunteer, Linda, and two others from her site.  We didn't see all teh Big Five, but we saw a lot, elephants, zebras, impala, nyala, baboons, giraffes, warthogs and wildbeasts.  I had such a great time, more phots are in the photos section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-8097140147447999514?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/8097140147447999514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=8097140147447999514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8097140147447999514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8097140147447999514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/05/hluhluwe-game-reserve.html' title='Hluhluwe Game Reserve'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/SCfw7VewniI/AAAAAAAAAy4/n4tyGGMB1GA/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-1704147121581231388</id><published>2008-05-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:46:00.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four day weekend</title><content type='html'>I had four whole days stretched out before me with nothing to do due to public holidays and the weekend.  My past few weeks in the village, I haven’t wanted to cook anything for the simple reason of not wanting to wash any dishes since I couldn’t really figure out a good method.  Since I had many days of nothing to do though, I decided to go ahead and cook.  My first attempt was a cheese omelet. I think it turned out well, it tasted like scrambled eggs with cheese which I am not sure is how an omelet is suppose to taste, but good nonetheless.  I also cooked mashed potatoes and pasta.  I quickly learned that those are the only three things I know how to cook.  I need to branch out because none of those options are very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of my time reading Infinite Jest, a very long book about tennis players and drug addicts.  I am really enjoying the book and came across some lines I felt fit the Peace Corps experience as well as they described life in a halfway house fro recovering addicts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you do not have to like a person to learn from him or her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it is possible to learn valuable things from a stupid person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boring activities become, perversely, much less boring if you concentrate intently on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That having a lot of money does not immunize people from suffering or fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cockroaches can, up to a point, be lived with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That different people have radically different ideas of basic personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, perversely, it is often more fun to want something than to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did laundry again. I got back at noon from a parent’s meeting at a primary school and even though I knew there would not be enough time for the clothes to dry before it got dark, I decided to go for it anyway. It is not that I don’t like doing laundry, it is just that I don’t think the clothes get very clean the way I do them. My host mom hasn’t made any comments about me wearing dirty clothes yet, so I assume I am doing a passable job.  At 6 I had to go take down all my still-wet clothes from the line and then had to get up early to hang them out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host mom had to cater an event on Friday and ended up staying the night there since it was far away.  I, subsequently, spent my first night alone since coming to South Africa.  I woke up at every noise, which was a lot, but overall, survived the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-1704147121581231388?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/1704147121581231388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=1704147121581231388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/1704147121581231388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/1704147121581231388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-day-weekend.html' title='Four day weekend'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-5751934315817537446</id><published>2008-04-21T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:31:12.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>First weekend at my site without all the students staying at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my host mom left me alone in the house almost the entire day. This is quite a change from not leaving me alone for five minutes. While trying to cook dinner, I managed to blow a fuse and shut off all the power to the house. Apparently my host mom has good reason to not leave me alone. I was able to solve the problem though but was then too afraid to try and cook again. Luckily, we have a microwave, and I was able to have something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my first laundry day since moving to site. I had about three weeks worth of laundry saved up. My arms are sore now. I was dressed in my worst clothes because I wanted to wash all my other clothes. My host mom was catering an event and she wanted me to go with her, which to told me after I had all my clothes wet and hanging on the line so I had to wear what I was wearing to do laundry. It was a budget meeting for the municipality in which the whole village was invited to attend. I was the only girl not wearing a skirt, not that it was the only reason I stood out. My host mom is a very good cook, I got to eat some of the food before the big meal. Clouds were looming the entire day and I was concerned about all my wash, i.e. all the clothes I own, out on the line. I managed to get home just as it started pouring and rescue the clothes. I don’t have anywhere to put clothes yet so I am still living out of my bags. I managed to take everything and spread it around the floor. So now I am unpacked but everything is on the floor. It rained all night and is still raining now. The temperature has dropped and I am now wearing all the warm clothes that I brought to South Africa. It is about 60 degrees and all the little children were dressed for a blizzard, hats, scarves, winter coats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-5751934315817537446?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/5751934315817537446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=5751934315817537446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/5751934315817537446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/5751934315817537446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-6295709110827463507</id><published>2008-04-15T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:02:16.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno, a simple card game or cross-cultural facilitator?</title><content type='html'>I broke out the Uno cards this evening while about four of the trainers were watching music videos.  They only have a few music videos between them and we watch them over and over and over.  So playing Uno was a lot of fun, definitely more fun that just watching the videos.  Everyone was crowed around watching, squeezing 20 people in the living room.  All the players were so into it, getting really competitive.  I soon realized that they were not really playing the “American” way. The purpose was more the prevent someone else from winning than from trying to win yourself. If you needed a red card next and you knew the person next to you could win if you played your red card, you would pick up cards from the draw pile until you got a draw 2 or draw 4.  So every round, all the players would have 15-30 cards in their hands at one time, leaving little for the draw pile.  This made for some very long games, we played most of the day, with up to 8 players at a time.  I can now successfully play Uno using only Zulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way one can make beetroot and not have it taste like dirt, end of story.  The sad part is that it looks just like cranberry sauce so you think you are getting a treat, then you take a bite, dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls at the house had a hair dryer and she let me use it. I was so excited. When I looked in the mirror, I though, wow, this is what I use to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one week, I feel I am a pro at taking the public taxis. I have successfully made it to work every morning and this weekend I went to St. Lucia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-6295709110827463507?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/6295709110827463507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=6295709110827463507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6295709110827463507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/6295709110827463507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/04/uno-simple-card-game-or-cross-cultural.html' title='Uno, a simple card game or cross-cultural facilitator?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-2501549992048852238</id><published>2008-04-10T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:37.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swearing in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEOAca_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/OP34dpjRSk4/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187530017187064818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEOAca_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/OP34dpjRSk4/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zululanders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEeAcbAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kaDcJyUcHcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187530021482032130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEeAcbAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kaDcJyUcHcQ/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEuAcbBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gr9-evfcolU/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187530025776999442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEuAcbBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gr9-evfcolU/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PFOAcbCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y69WBhMuEMQ/s1600-h/PCV+Group+SA17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187530034366934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PFOAcbCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y69WBhMuEMQ/s320/PCV+Group+SA17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SA-17 with the US Ambassador&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-2501549992048852238?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/2501549992048852238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=2501549992048852238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2501549992048852238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2501549992048852238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/04/swearing-in.html' title='Swearing in'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3PEOAca_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/OP34dpjRSk4/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-8405078910876553620</id><published>2008-04-10T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:40.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3JhOAca-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/hH2-MMg2La8/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187523918333504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3JhOAca-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/hH2-MMg2La8/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Limpopo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3I-OAca9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/isyc9ZjQc3o/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187523317038083026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3I-OAca9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/isyc9ZjQc3o/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beach near my site in St. Lucia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3IcuAca8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1E9h17wXmPA/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187522741512465346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3IcuAca8I/AAAAAAAAAfs/1E9h17wXmPA/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkeys on the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3HzOAca7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/UcSnV_6dvKg/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187522028547894194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3HzOAca7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/UcSnV_6dvKg/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3HA-Aca6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/es-ziRf1luI/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187521165259467682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3HA-Aca6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/es-ziRf1luI/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3GcOAca5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QUKPchjo_kM/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187520533899275154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3GcOAca5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/QUKPchjo_kM/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting food ready for a wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3EtOAca3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ggH3YwZmkdk/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187518626933795698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3EtOAca3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ggH3YwZmkdk/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pabello in Children's Hospital Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3EMOAca2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/MM4s68CmcYs/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187518059998112610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3EMOAca2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/MM4s68CmcYs/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pabello is her dress from America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See more pictures here &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reford"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/reford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-8405078910876553620?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/8405078910876553620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=8405078910876553620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8405078910876553620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/8405078910876553620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/04/pabello-is-her-dress-from-america.html' title='Pictures from training'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R_3JhOAca-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/hH2-MMg2La8/s72-c/IMG_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-2087693226797180442</id><published>2008-03-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:37:10.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New address for now</title><content type='html'>Becky Ford&lt;br /&gt;Postnet Suite 88&lt;br /&gt;Private Bag X013&lt;br /&gt;Mtubatuba&lt;br /&gt;KwaZulu-Natal 3935&lt;br /&gt;South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much anticipation, I have found out my permanent site and I am on site visit this week.  The NGO is called Mpilonhle, which is a mobile health unit that serves four schools in the area, doing health screenings, counciling, health education and computer training.  The organization works out of the town of Mtubatuba but I am living close to the town of St. Lucia.  My home is about 7km from the beach and about two hours north of Durban.  I am living in a house with a host mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-2087693226797180442?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/2087693226797180442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=2087693226797180442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2087693226797180442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2087693226797180442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-address-for-now.html' title='New address for now'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-4068349839518257393</id><published>2008-03-07T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:54:15.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are only two kinds of people in Africa, those infected with HIV and those affected by it</title><content type='html'>I wish everyone could see the stars from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a great weekend.  friday evening, as Christi and I were walking home from class, we spotted one of our supervisor's filling water jugs from the outside tap.  He does not have a host family, s he has to do all the work for himself.  The water is only on one day a week, so we helped him fill the jugs and carry them inside.  Then we all enjoyed some orange fanta and cookies while looking at pictures and discussing his life in South Africa.  it gets dark at about 7pm, so we had to go home.  My host faily was starting dinner so I played with baby Pabello.  i taught her the Itsy Bitsy Spider song last week so now I have to sing it about 50 times a day.  She is about 13 months old so i do pretty much anything to see her giant smile.  I took a successful bucket bath which means that I was cleaner after the bath than before I started.  For dinner, we had buttered bread, a hard boiled egg and chips (french fries), this is my favorite meal!  We also had coca-cola which means i got two cold drinks during the day.  We ate while watching Generations, the world's cheesiest soap opera and my favorite show by far.  Later, the baby fell asleep while I was holding her, which is the gretest feeling in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a few of us are in town.  We are going to get pizza and candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is going well but I can't wait to go to site.  I feel like I will never understand Zule, but it is difficult to practice because I live with a Sepedi speaking family.  I have a great family, but I am looking forward to having some independence.  Right now they have to do everything for me, I only wash dishes sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to wait til site to post pictures.  For now though, check out Christi's blog, she is my neighbor and in the language group, so we see a lot of the same things.  &lt;a href="http://twentysevenmonthsinafrica.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://twentysevenmonthsinafrica.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important to end with the fact that my bedroom is covered with posters of 2 Pac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-4068349839518257393?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/4068349839518257393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=4068349839518257393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/4068349839518257393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/4068349839518257393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-are-only-two-kinds-of-people-in.html' title='There are only two kinds of people in Africa, those infected with HIV and those affected by it'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-9151120029413183589</id><published>2008-03-01T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:59:39.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peace Corps has been going well so far.  I moved in the my host family three weeks ago and they are great.  We have a little baby in our family and a 12 year old, along with a mom and grandma.  The house is really nice and I have my own bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vllage I am in is beautiful with mountains and flat plains.  There isn't much in the village and I am in town now using the internet to and to buy cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures when I can, just a quick update though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some animals a few weeks ago at a game park.  food is good here, eating pap is fun, making it is difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-9151120029413183589?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/9151120029413183589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=9151120029413183589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/9151120029413183589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/9151120029413183589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/03/peace-corps-has-been-going-well-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-2130105622359074770</id><published>2008-01-28T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:40.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Final day of staging, leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived Sunday morning and luckily caught a shuttle with another volunteer. We went to the liberty bell. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160751496575776194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R56sJK929cI/AAAAAAAAALk/jvQuG9xi5yI/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staging began; we learned about safety, security and adjusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other trainees seem great so far. It seems like everyone has an intersting story. Although we seem to have a variety of backgrounds I think the group works well together. The real test is to see if we still like each other three months from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was more staging info and tomorrow we take off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate and I had great "last meal" at an Indian reasuarant. It is Restuarnt Week in Philadelphia I got a huge meal so I can long cherish the great food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I have come down with a cold (didn't I have a cold five weeks ago?) and I am dreading traveling so many hours. This either means I have gotten my sickness and won't get sick for awhile or it means I will be sick every other week until 2010. I really hope it doesn't mean the 29 other volunteers have a cold in three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally going to Africa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-2130105622359074770?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/2130105622359074770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=2130105622359074770' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2130105622359074770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/2130105622359074770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/01/staging.html' title='Staging'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R56sJK929cI/AAAAAAAAALk/jvQuG9xi5yI/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-3742820861758156496</id><published>2008-01-24T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:41.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all my bags are packed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting ready to leave for South Africa. Only a few days left in what seemed like an enternity of waiting. Sunday I am going to Philadelphia for staging. Tuesday night the group flies to Germany where we have a 12 hour layover. This would be the same Germany in which my dear friend Claire lives. If all goes right, we will see each other for my very first trip to Europe. Thursday will be the first day in Africa. Training lasts until April 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left my job at the hospital at before Christmas and have been in Louisville for about five weeks. I was going a little stir-crazy at first but now I wonder where the time went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k0uK929OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rsWWne6XVII/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159212815952049378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k0uK929OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rsWWne6XVII/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k1m6929QI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tGF0MPPRzZY/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159213790909625602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k1m6929QI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tGF0MPPRzZY/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packing has been a little crazy. Two bags and eighty pounds. I have stuffed the bags to overflowing and I am at 60 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159214718622561554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k2c6929RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ai-oMU0Nu-8/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have packed everything so perfectly that I can never unpack. This is very unfortunate for it appears I will be living in many temporary places until I officially become a volunteer in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t have much access to a computer while in training. However, I can write and receive mail. My address is:&lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 9536&lt;br /&gt;Pretoria 0001&lt;br /&gt;South Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been visiting everyone I know in the area for the last couple of weeks. Last weekend I went to see Amy and Andy and we went to the Aquarium. This is the octopus we saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159216483854120226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k4Dq929SI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YqUDzYgUd-4/s200/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-3742820861758156496?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/3742820861758156496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=3742820861758156496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/3742820861758156496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/3742820861758156496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-my-bags-are-packed.html' title='all my bags are packed....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5k0uK929OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rsWWne6XVII/s72-c/IMG_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273484990967668970.post-3797606812426699564</id><published>2008-01-24T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:15:42.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5joEK929EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JgWwqhAL5Mw/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159128531513832514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5joEK929EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JgWwqhAL5Mw/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogging, this is a test picture which just happens to be a picture of me with a shark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more pictures visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/reford"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/reford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273484990967668970-3797606812426699564?l=giraffeblogza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/feeds/3797606812426699564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273484990967668970&amp;postID=3797606812426699564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/3797606812426699564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273484990967668970/posts/default/3797606812426699564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeblogza.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646224008888736211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ugVappluhM/R5joEK929EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JgWwqhAL5Mw/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
