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Trip Start Mar 15, 2005
Trip End Apr 01, 2007

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Saturday, March 26, 2005

I can check email a little more frequently than I anticipated especially for the next couple of months. I am back in Thies now and the cyber cafes are all over the place.

I found out that I have been placed in an absoulutely wonderful program. Urban AG couldn't have been a better placement. I have started to learn a language called Pulaar which is spoken in 17 West African countries.  More specifically I am learning a dialect of Pulaar called Fulakunda.  There are only two people out of the 32 of us learning it, myself and a guy from Oregon. Our teacher is great. His name is Samba and he is a first year teacher. Today we learned the clicking sound that means yes.  Now all Samba hears when he asks a question is click click click.  It might start to wear a little thin in two months, but for now he still laughs. From what I've been able to gather there are two cities in Senegal that need urban ag volunteers and that speak primarily Fulakunda.  I will likely be located in either the city of Kolda or of Valengarra.  Both of these cities are located south of the Gambia. Today one of my trainers hinted that the APCD (Associate PC director) might want to take advantage of my biochemistry degree by having me work on some plant species adaptation research just starting up.  The idea sounds like a wonderful one!

Africa is WILD! I would be able to explain in much more detail in real letters, so be patient and you might get one in the mail. Tomorrow, I meet my host family for the first time.  I will be staying with them for the two month period of PST (pre-service training).  I am very excited to see who they are.

One last note: I witnessed a bar fight today. It was extremely entertaining.  (what was a doing in a bar?..only eating lunch, i swear) This crazy guy threw two chickens across the room, then poured baobab juice down some other guys shirt. Needless to say, he got thrown out --literally.  Arms and legs flailing in the air and he went flying through the open door onto the street where he began ranting to himself and anyone else who would listen.

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