Halfway through training we got to go to a beach resort, on the Indian Ocean, owned by an RPCV, for a weekend. The trip was practically free of charge, and we even had warm showers and western toilets. When we arrived we literally ran into the ocean and jumped waves at sunset. The next morning we all were salivating at the mouths because there were scrambled eggs, peanut butter, toast, and coffee waiting for us in the dining hall. During the weekend we played ultimate frisbee on the beach (health versus environment volunteers), kayaked at sunrise, ate snickers bars, took naps in the hammock with monkeys, played banana grams in Kiswahili, and had American food and beer all day and night. Rough life, I know. It was an absolutely beautiful place, and idyllic for recharging our batteries for the second half of training. I think it’s safe to say our program facilitators spoil us by including an Indian Ocean Beach Vacation into our training. The strangest part of the trip was hearing about American news for the first time since we arrived. We learned about the Joe Paterno shenanigans, that Missouri was leaving the Big 12, Herman Cain was out of the presidential race, and Gaddafi died. But knowing and not knowing American news can make 2 Truths, 1 Lie a really fun game. I’m pretty sure I could believe anything anyone told me about American news because I know NOTHING!
(This does not give you free reign to test my gullibility-David, Brett and Adam.)
Chuck and Brandon got ocean view haircuts with a beer. Rough life.
Brett made it all the way to the Indian Ocean.
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