The last few weeks of my service in the Peace Corps and saying goodbye to the people and area that has been my family and home for the last two years flew by. I was busy with so many things to do that I never really had time to process everything that was happening. I was running (biking) all over the place trying to finish up meetings and projects and tell everyone that I'd been working with that I was leaving. I delivered all of my books that I had accumulated in my hut, full of teaching manuals, health lessons, english learning, information on conservation farming techniques, etc. to the local school where I've run a few clubs. I gave all of my health talk posters that I've made in the last two years, along with boxes of condoms, wooden penis models, anatomy books, and health manuals to my clinic and all of the health volunteers so that they could continue working and teaching just like I trained them to do in my health workshop last November. I was finishing up my World Map Project at the school, which took many long hours in the hot sun. I had to oversee the purchasing and delivery of materials and the beginning of construction stages for the Health Clinic that we helped raise money to build. And I was also planning a traditional village wedding ceremony. On top of all that, I had to finish final reports, type up a summary of my service, disperse papers throughout the district and province, get things signed, get rid of things and pack up my entire hut. Lastly, I had to say goodbye to my best friend, Jones, and my best bud, Chewbacca.
|Working on the World Map|
|All the supplies purchased from the gofundme fundraiser in the storage room to build the clinic!|
|Broke ground to start laying the foundation of the clinic!! Standing here acting like I know what I'm talking about...|
Saying goodbye in Zambia isn't really what you'd expect it to be like. I think as Americans, we expect goodbyes to be sentimental. To them, they just wave goodbye then go back to cooking food or working in the field. It was quick and painless, which made it easier to not process what was happening. But I also had a lot to look forward to in the coming months, so my mind was set on the future a bit and less on being present in it all.
I rang out on Sept 5th. That consisted of going up to a tire rim with a metal rod and hitting it. Then Peace Corps gives you a hug, a handshake, and a Peace Corps pin. That's it, thanks for two years. You are no longer our responsibility, so go check out of your hotel room and be on your way.
|All packed up (with too much stuff) and ready to go!|
|Pulling out the nice shirt to help us get a hitchhike.|
So thats what we did. I stood around for 2 pictures, hugged a few people that I am sad to see go, then went and packed up my bags and hit the road. Literally, within the next hour, we were standing on a street corner with all of our bags, trying to hitch-hike up the country. After waiting for 4 hours or so, some little guy named Chris from Tanzania picked us up for a ride. We got to where we were staying that night around 11 pm, then woke up early the next morning and hit the road hitchhiking again. Met up with a friend in Lundazi, and continued our hitchhike over into Malawi and to Nkhata Bay.
|The view from my pillow in our bungalow on Lake Malawi. Best way to wake up in the morning.|
|Chinteche Beach, Lake Malawi, Malawi.|
|Astroturf on the roof of a backpackers in the city center of Maputo, Mozambique.|
|Hitching in the back of pick-up trucks through the mountains of Northwestern Mozambique.|
|Local bus transport with babies and adults in your lap.|
|Hitching with babies in your lap and no seat belt on the rim of a truck bed.|
|Tofo Beach, Inhambane, Mozambique.|
|Whale Shark Selfie! Tofo, Mozambique|
|Fresh Calamari and lobsters!|
Did a wine tour in the beautiful wine area of Stellenbosch. And tonight we fly to Arusha, Tanzania.
|Stellenbosch Wine Tour, South Africa|
|Table Mountain in the background.|
|The overland route we've taken starting on Sept 5th.|