Well here I am in Cameroon. As I write this I’m trapped in
the Peace Corps training center due to rain. It’s currently the rainy season
and I’ve been finding out just exactly what that means, the clouds open in
torrents without a moment’s notice.
So how have things been? They’ve been good, great, bad,
interesting, confusing, beautiful and overwhelming. After meeting all my future
colleagues in Philly we drove through NJ and NY to get to JFK and hopped on a
seven hour flight to Brussels. It was sad that my first time in Europe was a
layover but, hey, c’est la vie. I got to go to Europe. After two hours and
several hurried cigarettes at the Brussels airport we got on a nine hour flight
bound for Yaoundé by way of Douala. To Cameroon. Deepest darkest. To the armpit
of Africa.
We arrived at night, were shuttled into a bus, and made our
way to the hotel in Yaoundé My first impression was how similar it was to
Central America. Loud, disorganized, people everywhere, food cooking in the
front of every tin roof shack we passed. We ate some caterpillars on the way
(don’t worry, just as a novelty).
Training at the hotel was basic; safety and security,
interviews to determine our posts, more vaccines, etc. It was good to see how
well the current volunteers have adapted. It’s strange to think that in a year
it might be me yelling at Cameroonians in African French and wearing pagne. We
got to know each other a lot better and I’m a pretty big fan of everyone in the
group. Sadly we wouldn’t be together for very long.
We were separated by sector, Agriculture and Health. My fellow aggies and I went to Ebolowa, the regional capital of the South, so we could have access to the large training center with the space required for our gardens. The healthies were posted at Mengong, a smaller village about half an hour away. They exited the bus first and we got to see their new host families pick them up one by one. We laughed and laughed at how uncomfortable they looked. What goes around comes around.
We got off the bus at the training center and we were paired
with our host family. I was the third one to go and I was paired up with Mama
Mintyene. She greeted me with this weird half-bijou head-knocking thing. I told
her I didn’t speak any French and she soon found out how serious I was. We got
to my new home, it’s nice and I have a decent size room (about 2/3rds the size
of my room in the States). She showed me the toilet, which is an outhouse the
size of a closet with a hole in the ground. That’s also where I take my bucket
showers.
She said we were having cous-cous for dinner and boy that
made me happy. Encontrer bon jour. Cameroonian cous-cous is a giant cassava
turnover and I was about to find out that I hate it. The gumbo it was sitting
in was good but oh man was it hard to down that so as to not be offensive. I
said it was deliceux. So guess what was for breakfast the next day? Goddamn
cous-cous. Luckily I haven’t had it since.
So it’s been 7 days in these conditions and I have to say I
think I’m getting used to it. The food has been better, I’m eating healthier
(still smoking like a fiend), sleeping without a fan and sweating balls. My
skin went red immediately but now it’s pretty café au lait. Lizards are
everywhere, spiders are everywhere. Mon
host pere is pretty aloof. It’s only me my mama and my papa at the house, no
kids which is good for my sanity but bad for my French. I’m getting used to
being filthy and am letting the beard grow out, neck and all. I’m starting to
look pretty homeless so that might have to change.
I took my first moto to the market yesterday to meet up with
the health people, we had a blast. We’ve got wifi at the training center, power in our houses, and
boutiques and bars galore. Healthies got none of that. They definitely needed
to get out, it was sad to see them go around 5:30 (it gets pitch black around 6:15).
That’s another thing; I go to bed around 8:30. It’s been pretty interesting
seeing my body adapt to a new time schedule.
Anyway yesterday was the first time we took motos into the
market, the only way to travel in Cameroon. I think that was the first time it
really hit me as to where I was. Driving through the market I knew I was in
Africa. The chaos, the smells, the noises all combined and made it feel otherworldly.
We find out where we will be posted on Thursday. I’ve been
getting really mixed signals as to what that will be. I want to be in the West,
though we met up with some volunteers posted here in the South and they made it
seem pretty cool, it still just seems so isolated. The two west most regions,
Northwest and Southwest, are Anglophone and I’ve admitted to the country
director that I don’t think my French will be up to snuff in time, I don’t want
to spend my first year at post freaking out and trying to learn the language.
Long-term thinking Sean knows I should go to a Francophone region, if I do I
will most certainly be a fluent speaker at the end of the two years. I’m
already learning a lot, infinitely more than I knew coming in (i.e. nothing).
But so far so good! I’m taking it day by day and just trying
to get through training. It’s hard thinking about the next seven weeks let
alone the next two years. It seems pretty daunting but I just might be cut out
for this line of work. Tomorrow we get our chicks and pigs! I have to kill them
eventually but that’s still pretty cool. By the next post I’ll know my post.
I’ll try to keep this updated as much as possible, even if no one reads it I’ll
probably get a kick out of going back and looking it over.
I hope all is well in the Land of Burgers and Washing
Machines.
Keep us updated and have a good time brother.
ReplyDeleteDear Sean, Thank you so much for the blog update! I have to admit though that I have very mixed emotions after reading it. In my mind, and I don't know where I got these ideas...wishful thinking perhaps, I envisioned you, and your colleagues, all staying in one central location with some of things you are used to, like toilets and showers! I also envisioned you all going on your separate assignments during the day, and coming back together at the end of the day. Will you stay with the same host family once you get your post? Please continue to let us know how you are and what we can do for you.
ReplyDeleteI love you so very much. Take care of yourself! AND PLEASE NO MORE CATERPILLARS OR COUS-COUS!!!
Love, Aunt Karen
Hey you,
ReplyDeleteSo proud of you and if there is anyone who can handle this, it's Sean Jeffery Potts. Remember, couscous is so nice they named it twice; and that's in every country. When you get settled, make sure to send us an address so we can ship Charmin Ultra and the latest geek-loving reading material we all know you can't get enough of. Always have a clear head on your shoulders, but let loose and have some fun. We're here for you cheering you on boo face! xoxo 6 months...
Love, Jen