Friday, March 28, 2008

Weekend in Swakopmund


Standing on the Swakop Pier, looking at the coastline ... America?


The dunes around Swakopmund get more impressive as you travel further inland


Our Easter Weekend skydiving crew (from left to right: Betsy, Rachel, Amanda, me and Juice)


We make this look good...


Rachel and me anxiously waiting to jump out of a perfectly good plane


A view from 10,000 feet up


Coming in for a landing!



Kayaking in Walvis Bay


Amazing...


Amanda and me kayaking near one of two seal colonies. There were hundreds sunbathing on the shore, but loads ventured right up to our kayak!


The "lesser" flamingos populating Walvis


A view of the dunes on our return trip from the bay

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Live from Khorixas: After the Rain

Here are a few pictures of the once dusty but now green capital of Damaraland. Constant rains may have been bad for my allergies, but they've done wonders for the landscape here in Khroxias.


View from My Front Door


Outside the Hospital Gates


After the Rain


View from the Top


Another Khorixas Sunset


As an added bonus, pics of my friends Speechless and Lani (who aren't as tough as they look).


Speechless


Lani

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

To Miss Jill With Love

Endearing notes from learners may not be uniquely Namibian. But their
love letter phrasing just might be.

And while Jessica has piles of these colorful correspondence stacked
in her new flat, my first learner letter came as a bit of a
surprise--albeit a pleasant one.

After all, who doesn't like to hear they are loved?

Dear Miss Jill,

I just wanted to tell you that I love you. I have a small message.
This is the message that I give you. If days can not allow up to see
each other memories will. And if my eyes cannot see you my heart will
never forget you. Life is a journey not a destination. Enjoy your day.

This letter means you are my mother. Please write back. Please.

From: Nariathia

Healthy Teeth for Healthy Kids

I guess like most Peace Corps Volunteers stationed in Africa, I assumed the majority of my projects would deal with raising awareness about HIV and AIDS and educating against infection. And while, in a lot of ways that has been the case, for my most recent proposal it is certainly not.

Instead, I'm looking at preventative oral care.

While most people in the U.S. see a dentist every six months, children in Namibia see one just twice in their lifetimes. Exams are scheduled when they enter kindergarten, and once again if they finish grade 12. As a result, cavities, decay and infection too often go unchecked. These "simple fixes" in the states can lead to more serious situations in the rural areas of this developing country.

Just two dentists serve the town of Khorixas, as well as the whole of the Kunene region. This area spans hundreds of kilometers, from the Angola border to the Atlantic Ocean to the Etosha Game Reserve. Limited resources and a serious lack of reliable transport between remote farms and town centers make seeing a dentist nearly impossible. Few people in and around Khorixas own cars, and even the hospital's ambulances are rarely in working order. Because of this, the average patient can wait upwards of four to five months for an appointment.

Even in an emergency situation.

A little less than two years ago, an uninsured boy outside of Washington, D.C. died when an untreated cavity caused an infection that spread to his brain. While this may be am extreme case, it proves the importance of prevention. Particullarly in poor areas with limited resources. Educating children at the primary level about oral hygiene is essential to maintain not just healthy teeth, but healthy children,
too.

As it stands, most children in Khorixas are never taught the basics of daily brushing or regular flossing. And a high unemployment rate means some families cannot afford there dental care basics. My program will offer solutions to both of there problems (and encourage continued healthy habits) by teaching kids to care for their teeth and providing them with the tools, like a toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss, to do it.

This is an ambitious project with a wide reach, and I am still in need of donations to make this educational program a reality in the coming months. I plan to pilot this initiative with the roughly 2,000 learners at Khorixas's four primary schools (K-7), before moving on to the nine smaller farm schools seated in more remote parts of the district.

If there's no dentist to care for the children, then it seems the only solution is to teach the children to care for themselves.

The Bugs and the Bees

It's hard to measure the change of seasons when the weather in Namibia
seems a constant summer. Days are mostly sunny. Skies are often blue.
And the heat, is quite often, beyond unbearable.

But what can't be measured in degrees of Celsius or a climb in
Fahrenheit can instead be observed in the changing species of bugs
that come from seemingly nowhere and disappear without a trace.

January brought the much-storied face-sized moths (endearingly termed
"Boths" by the CATJAR, for their remarkable resemblance to birds and
moths). The drum of their wings against the ceiling meant many a
sleepless night. In early February Boths begat crunchy black dung
beetles the size of silver dollars, which gas attendants and hospital
workers swept into creeping piles each morning as the sun rose.
Beetles gave way to six-legged neon crawlers that humped around on
dirt roads and clung to green waves of grass come early March.

And now--well, now there's just standard mosquitoes that nip at naked
ankles, and black flies that, even in a spacious room, still seem to
swarm around the nearest face.

Whether this entomological evolution takes place every year is tough
to say. But with four times the amount of annual rainfall in just the last
two months, I've seen enough creepy crawlies in Khorixas to last me a
lifetime.

In addition to winged creatures and long-legged bugs, the rains
brought budding leaves, flowering branches, and the kind of greens I
never believed could exist in such a dusty town.

Unfortunately they also brought some heinous allergies, a runny nose
and one incredibly pink eye. But for this girl, the newfound beauty
and escape from the monochromatic was well-worth the temporary
discomfort.

(Pictures of the lovely Khorixas to come, once I have access to a
normal internet connection.)