Hello world, I've missed you.
I just got back to the big city after four months on the outer islands and I've got a lot to say, but I'm still trying to get back into my blogging groove so I think I'll start with some long overdue photos from training (for all you liberated souls that haven't succumbed to social networking by way of Facebook yet).
Group 23 fresh out of the airport.
Our first training site, a training center called IDS located just outside Pango village and 20 minutes outside of Port Vila on the main island, Efate. This was my first taste of the island life.
My backyard during training- clothes lines, nakamals (the hang out spots for most of the villagers) and the beach.
Playing with some pikinini. I told them they were going to be famous on the interweb and these were the faces I got.
The road running through the center of my training village, Takara on North Efate.
Bislama class- aside from sitting on a mat for hours and wind constantly knocking the board over, not to shabby.
Making some local food with a fellow volunteer- peeling manioc is hard work, but we're not worried about it!
My host mama's favorite thinking spot: the propeller of an American plane from WWII that washed up on shore.
Playing a little futbol on the way to see a nearby hot spring.
My host grandfather or "pua" and the Chief of Takara with one of my little brothers at the nakamal.
The view from the beach. The island in the distance is Emao, most of the villagers in Takara migrated across the water from here
An afternoon spent on a small, deserted island just offshore of Takara equals no clothes for the pikinini.
Just getting my snorkel on.
One of my grandmothers or my "smol tia" making some local food, milking a coconut over grated banana to be baked over a fire in banana leaves (known as laplap banana).
Preparing the banana leaves for laplap with one of my little sisters.
This is how we get our protein here at Peace Corps Vanuatu. Disclaimer: circle of life, sori long yu!
The view from my boss's house (this is what we would call "flas tumas" in Bislama...)
Playing with the pikinini in the solwota
The other volunteers in my training village and I with the chief, we created a plaque of America with our home cities on it as a parting gift. The essential message was that we left our homes in America to find new homes with them in Vanuatu. I drew the map, so I'm pretty proud cause turns out it's pretty hard to freehand the states. And yes, we're all wearing matching island attire. Takara pride!
Group 23 fresh out of the airport.
Our first training site, a training center called IDS located just outside Pango village and 20 minutes outside of Port Vila on the main island, Efate. This was my first taste of the island life.
My backyard during training- clothes lines, nakamals (the hang out spots for most of the villagers) and the beach.
Playing with some pikinini. I told them they were going to be famous on the interweb and these were the faces I got.
The road running through the center of my training village, Takara on North Efate.
Bislama class- aside from sitting on a mat for hours and wind constantly knocking the board over, not to shabby.
Making some local food with a fellow volunteer- peeling manioc is hard work, but we're not worried about it!
My host mama's favorite thinking spot: the propeller of an American plane from WWII that washed up on shore.
Playing a little futbol on the way to see a nearby hot spring.
My host grandfather or "pua" and the Chief of Takara with one of my little brothers at the nakamal.
The view from the beach. The island in the distance is Emao, most of the villagers in Takara migrated across the water from here
An afternoon spent on a small, deserted island just offshore of Takara equals no clothes for the pikinini.
Just getting my snorkel on.
One of my grandmothers or my "smol tia" making some local food, milking a coconut over grated banana to be baked over a fire in banana leaves (known as laplap banana).
Preparing the banana leaves for laplap with one of my little sisters.
This is how we get our protein here at Peace Corps Vanuatu. Disclaimer: circle of life, sori long yu!
The view from my boss's house (this is what we would call "flas tumas" in Bislama...)
Playing with the pikinini in the solwota
The other volunteers in my training village and I with the chief, we created a plaque of America with our home cities on it as a parting gift. The essential message was that we left our homes in America to find new homes with them in Vanuatu. I drew the map, so I'm pretty proud cause turns out it's pretty hard to freehand the states. And yes, we're all wearing matching island attire. Takara pride!
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