I have a great mate, Pilly, that I met on my crazy backpacking adventure through the USA some years ago. We met in a funny little Irish hostel in Boston. We had so much fun and we always stayed in touch ever since. That’s such a great reason for travel, meeting people. So now she has joined the very small percentage of Americans that in fact own a passport and has taken the world on with great gusto and enthusiasm. Not only did she decide to spread her wings and experience some of the world, but she quit her job and effectively her life to go out and do good things for the lesser fortunate on this planet. She has joined the US PeaceCorps and has been assigned in Tanzania.
Here is a letter which I received from her today. She is loving it. There really is no place like Africa. She has included her address so if anyone feels inclined to send her a little welcome parcel or nice little bits and pieces, please do so (please keep it clean). I know she will appreciate anything she gets. She’s just like that!
Pilly, you just remember this from me and KT – Frikkin told you so!!! Knew you would love it. Take care. Look after yourself and keep us updated. Lots of love and keep well. Keep in touch!
Chamil Payne –
I graduated — I am a PeaceCorps Volunteer. yipppeeee….with that means that I am am serving the United States of America and working for the State Department, and I have my own PO Box –
- Chamil Payne
- PO Box 138
- Katesh, Hanang District
- Tanzania
- East Africa
and a cell phone, too. who says that this is africa??? 011.255.***.***.***. All forms of communication is welcomed. Right now I am in Dar awaiting peacecorps transport to take us up north on the 21st. It should take two days to travel to my site and will have to remain there for 3 months….I cannot leave, which means that I will be secluded in my little village speaking the little swahili that I have learned — and that isn’t much.
a little about where I am going:
I am going up north to a region called manyara and my district is hanang – I am not in china, although it sounds like it. I will be about 6 hours south of Kilimanjaro (you can fly into kilimanjaro, instead of dar). My closest western city is Arusha, rumor has it they have milkshakes up there, and when you are in a country that doesn’t have refrigeration, a milkshake is a luxury. the nearest town is Katesh. this is my banking town which means that I will be visiting katesh to receive packages, mail, and buying my veggies. my village is Basutogong — don’t have my paper work with me right now, so I could be completely mistaken on the spelling. All I know is that at night I can hear hyenas in the distance….GREAT. my boss, Mwasha put me up there because I laugh like a hyena — go figure.
Apparently, I will be up near some creator’s and the Serengeti. current peacecorps volunteer’s, pcv’s, have been telling me that if I wanted africa, then I will be living it up north. my back yard will be a lake, — labda (maybe). I wasn’t really listening when they told me, because I was in Dar — aka….very little sleep b/c you are out ALL night long.
Also, there aren’t a whole lot of snakes up there — true story: down here in pc tz the peacecorps trainees, (pct’s) visit current volunteers (shadow) for a couple of days to see what peacecorps life is like outside of training, where everything is done for you. PC loves acronyms. anywho, during shadow around 6am I didn’t want to wake anybody else up so a fellow pct and I read. well, she was on the couch and I was on the floor snuggled up in a sleeping bag and all of a sudden I hear this loud thump. I thought, “oh, she probably just dropped her book, let me roll over, pick it up, and give it back.” not so much. — it was a black snake that I rolled over and said good morning to. oh my goodness. she and I looked at each other and again, not wanting to wake everyone else up, we flipped out — quietly. she jumped up and got some empty wine bottles that were NOT finished from the previous night, and she proceeded to scoot the snake out of the house. then the darn thing didn’t want to leave. by that time the house was up and the hostess jumped on her couch and started screaming. funny story and let me tell you, africa is full of them.
since my last e-mail, I can grade my growth, I know more swahiili, I have said goodbye to my host family, and it feels foreign to use a western toilet.