Hot season is here. Apparently it's not as bad as it was last year (the other volunteers boast). But I have to say that it's still pretty damn hot. We can still work outside, and go about our normal tasks until about 1pm when the sun becomes too hot to move. I then have to take refuge until about 5-5:30pm when I can get another couple of hours of work in. Senegalese people think we're insane to be working outside this much, but they do it too! They tell me that my skin is too white and sensitive to handle the heat. That might be true, at least for my pasty skin, but I refuse to be seen as a weakling! haha
So an example of my workday:
I usually wake up at like 7am, sleeping outside with my family doesn't really allow me to sleep in. I'll read for a little bit while I have breakfast (usually consisting of bread and tea). Then I'll head out about 8:30am, 9 if I'm feeling lazy. Today I went to the Master Farmer site (I'll explain more about that program later). I watered all of the trees that line the farm, all of the trees that protect the field from the smothering heat, winds and sand. Since there really isn't a great irrigation system, I water them all by
hand with a watering can. After that I planted eucalyptus, guava and cashew seeds in our tree nursery site. At about 12:30 I biked back into town, chugged some cold water at our regional office and went home. I passed out under the tree in my compound until lunch and read until about 4pm. I came here to work on my computer (thank allah there is electricity right now) and wrote this post. Now I'm getting ready to head back out to the field to finish up some work. At around 7pm I'll head back home, shower and hang with my family for the night.
So that's the schedule most of the time. Other days I work in my personal garden or visit residents in the city and help them out in their gardens. We have about 13 volunteers in our region now. The rest of them are Environmental Education and Health workers. But everyone works in some sort of agriculture. Sometimes I get to go to their villages to teach or assist teaching agriculture techniques. We work with women's groups and school environmental clubs. I love doing that. Even though my Wolof is still a little rocky, I have so much fun teaching and conducting trainings. So that's the agriculture part at the moment. I also work on educational and nutritional murals around town, which is really fun. It's a nice break from the field and can be therapeutic.
I feel like I conduct "cultural classes" on a daily basis with people. Some days I have the funniest conversations. And the questions people come up with are amazing:
Do they have bread in America? --Um yes, yes they do
Are there cats in America? - yup, we've got those too
What about sand? Is there sand? - Yes there is, but it's usually attached to some water
There cannot be sheep in America!??-- By the end of this 15-minute question fest I usually lose
patience and say something stupid like, yea we have sheep
but in America they have two heads....I can be such a jerk
I find that lots of volunteers do this. We're not trying to be rude, or take advantage of the lack of education here, but sometimes we just get annoyed. Or need a laugh to keep our heads on straight.
But I also have serious conversations with people. I was extremely surprised that most adults and teenagers (ones that have been to high school) do not know that we have landed on the moon. I spent one evening talking about how in 1969, we actually went to the moon and walked around and stuff. And since then, we've been exploring all over space. They think I'm CRAZY, or playing a joke on them. "Adji, you can't go to the moon, you'd fall off." I then attempted to explain gravity in Wolof. I think I may have left them more confused than when we started. But at least now they know people can go there. At least, I hope they believe me. Maybe I'll tackle that topic again another time.
I love talking about winter. I'm constantly showing pictures of snow-covered Ithaca and Union Springs. TV shows snowscapes all the time, but I don't think anyone connects it to the real world. People are fascinated that ice covers the ground and roads. Everyone just assumes that we stay indoors for the four months of winter and wait it out. I tried explaining that we go about our daily lives and if the roads are too icy we spread salt over it. "SALT!" my host dad exclaimed, "why would you people waste salt like that? Don't you need it for eating?" I guess that is the normal response. I tried to explain how it's different salt, blah blah but I think it got lost in translation. It got me picturing salt trucks pouring it all over icy roads...that made me laugh out loud. Sometimes Senegalese show me how weird OUR culture is.
Okay I must head back out to finish my work day. I'm already in need of a shower. Heat rash is crawling up my legs. I have sweaty- salt stains on my clothes from this morning's work. My legs are covered in dirt that accumulates from just walking around. Sand is still gritty in my mouth, the wind these days is laced with layers of it flying into my eyes, mouth and ears.
But it is absolutely beautiful out here. I've never lived in a semi-desert (and will never again) I love it. I have so much freedom with my work. I experience new things every day. I really cannot imagine myself doing anything else with my life right now. I just wished I had a creamsicle ice-cream cone..
This is the river Ferlo that "runs" through our region. As you can see, no water. 
