So I know it's been a while. Things have been busy this past month. I was lucky enough to start the new year with some wonderful friends, sparklers, puppies, and sparkling wine. This past month I was at IST (In-service Training) for almost three weeks all together. It was eventful and overwhelming at times but overall a great experience.
But I have a fun story about the trip down to Gaborone.
So to get to Gabs I have to take a combi (22ish person bus that is crammed to the breaking point with people and luggage) down to Francistown (6 hours) then another down to Gabs (another 5-6 hours). Theresa and Kim were staying the at my house to get an early combi out but I had to leave earlier than them so I could get to Serowe (extra 2.5 hours) to stay with my dear friend Anne. So at half 5, I left my house with my 45L bag on my back and my daypack on my front and waddled down the steps to the Kasane bus rank to catch the 6am combi to Francistown. When I got to the bus rank there were two combis there. One had clearly broken down and the second was leaking something. Both clearly safe... almost. So I got on the one that was leaking (aka the backup) and we started driving toward Kazungula… it was then that I realized that the combi was smoking a little. I was only a little worried so I stayed on. So here we are driving through the bush toward Pandamatenga and we here a BANG. The combi pulls over and apparently the tire has popped. They decide since we are only 20 minutes outside of Panda, we should probably just try to get there. So we get back in the combi and start driving away. The only problem is now the combi is shaking but it’s not horrible so we keep driving. Five minutes later we pass two hyenas running across the road 1k later we are shaking so violently the driver has no choice but to pull over. Meanwhile I’m sitting in the back like “Uhhhhh did you not just see those animals that can kill us?!” So we pull over into the bush and all the men get out to stare at the flat tire. It is clear that none of these men have ever changed a tire before as they start doing all appropriate steps in reverse order. I’m standing in front of the combi at this point just watching them in disbelief. I turn around and just down the road (not even 1k) I see two elephants cross the road. All I could think was “This is where I die.” I was freaking out on the side of the road being made fun of by the Batswana that were with me and playing with a little girl I didn’t know. Great ways to pass the hour and a half wait for a backup combi. Also the mother of the little girl I was playing with was genuinely hoping I would take her and may have offered me money at one point... But, after the wait and an imagined animal attack on my part (I was ready to be one of the videos from “when vacations attack” or whatever that show was) I promise, I made it safely to Francistown and subsequently to Serowe and Gabs.
So I spent almost three weeks at a hotel in Gabs for IST after that. I got to sleep in air-conditioning for a majority of the time I was there and was able to take a hot shower or fifty. I was living in luxury. We learned a lot and spent a lot of time with each other which was probably the best part. I didn't realize how much I missed everyone until I saw them in Gabs.
So, it's been six months since I came to Botswana and I can honestly say I have not only gotten used to life here but it is really beginning to feel like home. When I say I want to go home now, I am talking about my little house in Kasane, not my home in the US. Things are becoming so normal it is hard to distinguish what is new and what is old.
These past six months, a lot has stayed the same but a lot has changed. I have gained and lost friendships and relationships. I have become friends with some of the most wonderful people I have ever met. I have learned to (roughly) speak a completely different language. I learned a lot about myself and what I am capable of and a lot about human nature. I have learned what I require out of a working environment and I am learning to lower my expectations of the people around me and of myself (which may sound like a bad thing but it is the key to sanely making it day to day sometimes). I have learned a lot about happiness and as cliche as it sounds, the negative (and positive) effects of western culture. It takes very little to be happy and the constant greed and wanting that is engrained in some cultures is detrimental to the integrity and mental state of its people.
I think the most important thing I have learned in the six months I have been here is that I can do anything (again super cliche, but oh so true). I have sat through more meetings than I can count that are held in a language I do not fully understand but I am able to catch enough to pose relevant questions and get people to think from another perspective (sometimes). I am helping an organization write a grant for a project aimed at giving female sex workers another avenue to make money (I have never written a grant in my life). I have stepped so far out of my comfort zone I may as well be in a different country (oh wait). I pulled myself out of some pretty low spots (you know the whole frustrated to the point of punching things, crying hysterically, and wanting nothing more than to leave immediately). I think the accomplishment I am most proud of right now is my ability to walk down the road and greet people, not because I am just greeting people (what I did for the first few months), but because I actually know them.
It's been an amazing experience so far and I am very much looking forward to the next year and a half in Botswana. This is home.
Erica
Happy Valentines day! Hope you all have someone special to spend it with (even if it's your pet or a bowl of ice cream and a horror movie).
The travel story is very entertaining I could envision you standing next to this broken down bus looking around as if you were waiting for the worst to pop out. I must say, the story makes the creepy camp van look like regal. I wanted to reach out and hug you when I read, " I am learning to lower my expectation of people around me and myself." This single sentence speaks volumns of your experience. My love and hugs to you as you carry on with your journey.
ReplyDeleteThanks Becky! I'm having a life changing experience for sure. It has made me stronger and more sure of myself already. I can;t wait to see what the next year and a half have to bring.
DeleteGood morning, how are you?
ReplyDeleteMy name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.
I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because trough them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately, it is impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are very small countries with very few population, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.
For all this, I would ask you one small favor:
Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Botswana? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Botswana in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:
Emilio Fernandez Esteban
Calle Valencia, 39
28903 Getafe (Madrid)
Spain
If you wish, you can visit my blog www.cartasenmibuzon.blogspot.com where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.
Finally, I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.
Yours Sincerely
Emilio Fernandez