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1.Going Fishing … or Not
Chapters: Meeting Damiana | Going Fishing … or Not | Exploring | Camp Life | Trips to Town | Looking Back We awoke the first morning to soft music from the family’s sleeping quarters. High and low voices and lots of giggles drifted our way as they came to life. Robert bounced out of his sleeping bag as soon as the crewmen stirred in […]
2.Exploring
Chapters: Meeting Damiana | Going Fishing … or Not | Exploring | Camp Life | Trips to Town | Looking Back When Robert got over his funk at being left on shore on the first day we packed a lunch and bathing gear to explore the area. Damiana said that the name of the dominant peak was Teta de Vaca, Cow Tit Peak. It […]
Malawi to Mexico
A summer program with Crossroads Africa was my first trip out of the United States. In Malawi, I helped build a dormitory and discovered I could go to Africa and return safely. Leopards at my Door is the story of my two years in Tanzania as a teacher at Bwiru Girls Secondary School. Mountain Women is the account of my […]
3.Camp Life
Chapters: Meeting Damiana | 1.Going Fishing … or Not | 2.Exploring | 3.Camp Life | 4.Trips to Town | Looking Back One day there were ten kids in camp and for several days there were none. Then five more children and one mother arrived with another great load of food. That night the treat was fresh flour tortillas with […]
4.Trips to Town
Chapters: Meeting Damiana | Going Fishing … or Not | Exploring | Camp Life | Trips to Town | Looking Back On Monday we were invited to accompany Damiana and Alejandro on their town trip. Everyone rose earlier than usual. We caught the 7:20 bus to Guaymas and then changed buses for one that went to Calle 10 where the extended family lived. Each […]
Looking Back
Chapters: Meeting Damiana | Going Fishing … or Not | Exploring | Camp Life | Trips to Town | Looking Back After a wonderful stay with Damiana and her family, Robert decided he was getting neither better nor worse, and that we should pedal on. The thrill of discovery had worn off for me. We were getting lazy, and the constant wind was getting […]
Hitchhiking to Arusha
Wind from a passing vehicle flicked my skirt, disturbing a colony of flies on my legs. I watched, in shock, the last bus of the day disappear in a cloud of dust. The driver of the seriously overloaded Dar-es-Salaam-to-Nairobi bus only slowed down enough to yell out the open door something I didn’t catch. He […]
Malawi Independence Day
July, 1964 Kamuzu! Kamuzu! Elated cries filled the hot, humid air. The dark convertible occupied by Dr. Hastings Banda, called Kamuzu, Savior, edged its way through the mass of black bodies held back by green-shirted Young Pioneers. Dressed in his dapper western-style suit, Dr. Banda stood in the open car and flicked his lion’s tail […]
India: Lessons from the Poorest of the Poor
Returning home after my Peace Corps posting in Tanzania, I’d poked around Pakistan and India long enough. I felt ungrounded after my two years of intense involvement at my school. Christmas was approaching and I feared more unfocussed touring would only reinforce my miserable isolation. On Christmas Eve, two women staying at the New Delhi […]
2001-Present
In my early years, I had lots of time to hunt out the ideal, cheap lodging, the best, cheap restaurant. Most importantly, I had the patience to wait for what might come along, whether people, buses or adventures. Now, I am impatient and willing to let someone else take care of the details. All of […]