Arrival in Laluni
As training is coming to an end and our time in Laluni is
running out, we reflect on the last nine weeks in our lovely training village.
It all began on May 5th when 12 hinterland trainees named Andrew,
Ashley, Beth, Eben, Holly, Joe, Kathrina, Kelly, Lauren, Matt, Michelle and Rob
all piled into a mini-bus that appeared to be on its last leg. We were packed
tighter than a stuffed sausage with our backpacks, boxed lunches and fruit-juice-filled
styro-foam cups on our laps. It was a tight squeeze and almost certainly resembled
something like a circus act.
From the start, the mini-bus was working hard and painfully
made its way down the bumpy dirt road toward our hinterland training site.
After two or three unplanned stops to check the tires the van finally
completely broke down about twenty minutes into our trip. After stumbling out
of the van one by one, we giggled nervously and looked around at one another as
we stood in the hot sun on a desolate dirt road. To make the best of this unexpected
situation, we decided to pass the time by listening to fellow trainee Eben
playing his guitar and singing some of his very own songs.
Just a short while later, we saw on the horizon a rapidly
approaching vehicle trailed by a large cloud of dust. Andrew, one of the Peace
Corps drivers, had heroically come to our rescue in the Peace Corps Jeep! Shortly
thereafter we arrived in Laluni and twelve wide-eyed and somewhat disoriented
trainees, complete with up to 100lbs of luggage each, shuffled into the small
church in the center of the village where we received a warm greeting by our
host families and other community members.
| Holleigh is enjoying unexpected roadside entertainment given by Eben and our wonderful LCF (language and culture facilitator) Norwell. |
| Andrew, the relentlessly cheerful Peace Corps driver, who came to our rescue after the bus breakdown. |
Our Host Family
Our small host family is made up of Sharleen and Tiger (his
real name is Naresh but nobody ever calls him that). From the moment we met
them they were beyond welcoming and instantly treated us like family. The two
of them live on a beautiful working farm, where they grow mostly pumpkins and incredibly
delicious hot peppers (which are even exported to Canada and the U.S.). Around
the farm you can also find papayas, avocados, coconuts, passion fruit, bora (a
vegetable somewhat resembling an abnormally lengthy green bean), eggplants and
various herbs for personal consumption. Matt and I have truly been enjoying all
of the freshly picked and flavorsome produce. I should also note that nothing
beats drinking coconut water straight from the shell after a long day of
training! We have officially been spoiled. The only potential downside to this
habitual tropical indulging is that I don’t think I’ll ever again be able to
appreciate another papaya in the States. But I’ll go ahead and worry about that
24 months from now.
Our two months with Sharleen and Tiger have been very
enjoyable. Sharleen is a wonderfully gifted
cook and we were not the first to suggest that she should open up her own
restaurant. Her smoky balange choka (a kind of eggplant puree) with roti is absolute
perfection! Fortunately, she was willing to share her expertise and has taught
me how to make various types of roti, bake, katahar (a delicious curry made
from a very complicated vegetable) and a few other local dishes. Aside from her
culinary skills, she also has many other lovely attributes. One of them is that
she giggles constantly, even when she has to get up early to take care of her
full-grown American children. Tiger consistently ensures that we eat enough of
Sharleen’s wonderful cuisine by checking that our plates are full and we go for
seconds. He also frequently teaches us new Creolese words and phrases, which I
usually have to ask him to repeat numerous times before I fully understand them
but he always kindly remains patient until comprehension on my part finally
sets in. We will surely miss Tiger and Sharleen and hope to see them again
soon!
| Tiger and Sharleen on Sharleen’s 30th Birthday. |
| Sharleen and I. |
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