My latest culture shock that i knew was coming: watching my Kenyan momma slit a chickens throat. Watching the neck spasm around on its own was the worst (best?) part. I only plucked the feathers, but next time i might do the killing. Currently just waiting for the stew to finish so we can eat. Hopefully tonight i will be able to post more Loitokitok thoughts.
Monthly Archive for December, 2008
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So it seems that i have it. Just took some fasigyn so hopefully my days of socially isolating stink burps are numbered. In other news my new favorite fellow volunteer gave me her extra usb cable so hopefully i will be typing more from my laptop in the near future.
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Giardia already? stop eating poop, really not so good for you… or perhaps it was the termites?
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FYI giardia is the major cause of waterborne illness in the United States. It is found in every state. Even the clear mountain stream water of the Sierras is contaminated. It used to be called “Beaver Fever.” Giardia is easy to remove with a backpack filter. Do you need one for Christmas. Hope you feel better fast.
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Oh man, that does not sound plesant! I hope you feel better soon! We will miss you for Christmas! LOTS of love! xoxo
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feel better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im glad its just Giardia even though stink burps and many other things i will not say are not something to be glad about. Love u! -
No, it’s the termites…
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Mount Kilimanjaro is the world’s tallest freestanding mountain. Qualified, but breathtaking nonetheless. Its wide flat top is speckled with snow, giving it a “white hair” look, which, combined with the aforementioned flatness, gives the mountain a Dick Tracy villain-esque appearance. Kilimanjaro is accompanied by is sidekick, the almost-as-tall, not-as-flat-looking “mountain next to Kilimanjaro.” The two are connected by a raised plateau and combined stand, monolithic, on the Tanzania (tan-ZAN-ee-uh) side of the Kenya borderline, casting a shadow in the evening on the small Kenyan town of Loitokitok (Loy-TOKE-toke).
The mud in Loitokitok is thick and smacks under its residents’ feet as they casually avoid the dozens of motorbikes that buzz around the one petrol station at the center of town. During a rain the Kenyans bold enough to drudge through the mud roads, no pavement in sight, find themselves growing, a layer of mud accumulated with every step. At the end of a walk it is common to feel like a schoolchild at skate night, rolling aloofly around the arcade well after the other children have taken off their skates.
Downtown Loitokitok has the aforementioned petrol station at its heart, and the far edges of the business district can be reached via a five minute walk. There are enough shops to provide sufficient competition for nearly every business type: grocery, mobile phone and phone charging shops, and restaurants (“hotels”). Like everywhere in Kenya, nearly all Loitokitok shops display signs inviting passers-by to “top up” their mobile phone SIM cards. Because Loitokitok homes usually do not have power, many shops also allow shoppers to pay to drop off their electronics to be charged while in town.
Loitokitok proper extends for about an hour’s walk in every direction. Shamba (SHOM-buh) owners, business owners, and telecom workers make up the upper class, and employ the peasant farmers and clerks, respectively. Shambas are typically a few acres in size, and are big enough for a single farmer to keep himself busy. Maize and beans are popular crops, and the local Massai (muh-SIYE) shepherds will lead their goats to the taller, weedy plats, as a part of the local checks and balances. The landscape is vividly green, with rolling hills in the foreground and Kilimanjaro either watching in the background, or hiding behind the billowing clouds, moving at the pace of a Kenyan sprinter, but always replaced by another cloud in quick succession, like the river in Sidhartha. Kilimanjaro is most visible in the mornings, before the clouds wake, and it is at this time that I step outside and slip into my choo (CHOE) slippers, pink or blue, depending on my mood and testosterone level, and head for the outdoor toilet.
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Wow, sounds really beautiful! I guess if you have to use an outdoor toilets there aren’t many views that you’d rather have! xo
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thanks for the wonderful post on my hometown.
i hope you enjoyed your stay in loitokitok and continue to enjoy your time in kenya. -
Yah!that is loitokitok,i come from there but i am in seeattle usa.I am a Maasai also
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I just recieved news that the Peace Corps wants me for health education in Loitokiok. I’m very excited and enjoyed your post
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I just received notification from Peace Corps that I’m going to Loitokitok for pre-service training this summer in health education. Thank you so much for this glimpse of life there!
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Peace corps, that is really greatly done!!! I am a Maasai from loitokitok. Its a cosmo place and food basket of southern kenya
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Furthermore, alot of biodiversity conservation goes on here. Free co-existenece between aniamals and humans
Ummm i dont know why you thought this to be an appropriate posting when you knew I would be reading it!
Now i feel bad. If it makes you feel any better maybe ill be less inclined to visit kfc when i return.
Hey, Paul. Merry Christmas. In an effort to economize, my sister is cooking cornish game hens instead of prime rib for the holiday (what a sacrifice!) After reading this I think I would prefer a garden salad. Miss ya.
Now you know where the expression “like a chicken with it’s head chopped off” comes from. Your uncle, Don, thinks that people here are too removed form their food source, hence the squimishness with slaughtering animal for food. What did you do with the plucked feathers? I just heard a story of a man researching the phenomenon of chickens being sucked up by tornados and theing plucked clean and deposited miles away, otherise, unharmed.
Merry Christmas Paul-We miss you like crazy! Christmases have become more low key since you and Elise are all grown up. I miss the stress! And you are so far away… elise and Dave are cookin chicken pot pie for dinner tomorrow-at least they were befor your blog note. Good luck with that circle of life thing. Advice-do not give the critters names. Anyway, have a happy Kenyan Christmas and know we are thinking of you every step of the way.
um i am pretty sure u should already not be eating KFC
It sounds like a toned down christmas all around. Scott there is a train of thought that it is better to eat big animals because a single death will feed more mouths so maybe you should go back to prime rib next year. Judy i miss your chicken pot pie despite the experience here. Dad there are huge dust devils here when we have a few dry days so the next one i see ill try to toss in a chicken and let you know what happens. Elise you are not going to like my next post.