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More Vacations

Sometimes I think about the way I portray my Peace Corps experience on this blog, and I worry that especially recently, it looks like I do nothing but take vacations.

In any case, I semi-recently had a visit from my dad and stepmom, in which we quite possibly saw every single individual animal in Kenya over the course of four different safaris.  It was a wonderful time.  I of course love staying in hotels, which have modern amenities like running water, sit toilets, showers, and other things that have to do with water, but on top of that I was happy to have them come and witness this place firsthand, even the parts that involved long, bumpy bus rides.  Without any further ado, here are some pictures of animals.

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And here are some pictures with people (I am not related to the guy with a chicken leg in his mouth):

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Not long after my dad and stepmom left, my girlfriend came for her fourth and final time to Kenya. Again, wonderful.  We traveled to Zanzibar and Ethiopia.  Here are some pictures from Ethiopia, where we went to a fun New Year’s Eve event (they use a different calendar, so their thirteenth an final month ends in September):

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ErinRose had helped me in the classroom many times, and the students were sad to see her go (and I believe the feeling was mutual).  The time she spent in the library with portions of my vocational class allowed me to focus on a smaller number of students, so I am grateful as well.  Thanks, ErinRose!

Not long after getting back into my routine (without any guests), I missed a week of school to go to my Close of Service (COS) Conference.  This is when Peace Corps lays out the details of how and when I go home to America.  I generally don’t comment on Peace Corps trainings because I get upset and frustrated, so I’ll maintain that policy here. In any case, it looks like the date of my return will probably be December 17, so I’ll be home for Christmas (again, PROBABLY).

In addition to the conference during the day, the volunteers who are in my group (meaning the ones who will go home around the same time I do) had lots of leisure time in the evenings, and we had productive gatherings like this one:

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It’s worth noting that only 24 of our original group remain.  I think we started with 41 or 42 or something.  This is much higher than the usual attrition rate.  We definitely lost some good ones on the way.  If any of you are reading this, just know that you were missed at the conference and that we’ll all be back in the states soon so we can spend time reminiscing!

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  • I’m reading this! Man, forget meeting up in the states, I’ll try to find you in Mombasa one more time before the 17th and you should let me know if you have any plans to visit Arusha.

    Pole about the substance of COS, but I’m glad you guys had some good social time. I did a session at IST and even though I felt really lousy reliving the memories from Swearing-In, I was glad to see that some things had improved.

    Safaris look like fun. Good luck with the last term and I’d love to hear what your plans for post-PC look like.

    -M^2

  • Hi Paul,
    Your Blogs are always so interesting and exiting,sometimes too much so.
    You mentioned your numbers are down to 24 out of 41. Is there a commomon thread here or is it for a variety of reasons? If you dont reply , I can understand.

    Good luck,good health,

    John

  • Hi!
    I am an AJWS volunteer and new to Kisumu Kenya. I just happened upon your blog and was wondering if you knew anyone in the area that might want a friend. I feel like I’m 4 years old but honestly I don’t know anyone here and I am quite lonely. Anyway, thanks for your time.
    Tali

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Scary Stories to Tell in Mombasa

This story is the reason that I had originally decided to hold off on updating my blog for a while.  There were a few people who I wanted to tell the story to personally first, so they wouldn’t read about it and get worried.  It’s actually a pretty short story, and it goes like this:

A few months ago a friend and I were riding in a matatu.  We had gone out a late dinner because we were in the library with my students until their bedtime (9PM).  Dinner was good, and we were on our way back.  We got off the matatu at its normal stop closest to my house, at the intersection of my school’s street and the nearby main road.  Within a matter a seconds of our matatu driving away, I noticed that a man was walking toward me.  His body language suggested that he was adamant about something, but he said nothing, and did nothing initially but grab my arm.  Arm-grabbing is much more common here, generally speaking, so it was easy to imagine that this could have been a drunk or crazy man who could just be ignored.  It became clear rather quickly, however, that this was not the case, and the man was refusing to let go of me, and was in fact pulling me off of the sidewalk and into the road, and, in fact, toward the back of a truck.  I looked over at my friend, and another man was pulling him toward the truck as well.  At this point, my struggling became more spastic and I shouted things like “What are you doing?” and “This is not OK!”  It was also around this time that I saw a police officer on the sidewalk, watching.  Of course I only had a moment to process this, and by this point the struggle was fully in the middle of the road, and due to some turn of events, I found myself free of my abductor.  I ran over to my friend, who was a this point missing his shirt, which had been pulled off by the man who was still dragging him toward the truck.  I sloppily threw the weight of my arms onto his, so that the two people separated and my friend fell onto the asphalt.  He got up and wisely announced, “Paul, RUN!”  So I took off the one sandal I still had on my feet and we ran back to my school, about a minute away.

The end.

Not exactly, of course.  There was some followup with Peace Corps and the police, and the most likely explanation for the whole thing was that the police hire goons to hang off the backs of trucks and capture people without warning or explanation, and then take them to jail to demand bribes, which is reassuring, since kidnappings have occurred in Kenya’s capital, but the explanation is only somewhat reassuring, since it changes my opinion of my neighborhood police from incompetent to malicious.

I did let this event bother me for some time, and I still fear that I might punch someone who grabs me in town, even if they just want to sell me some trousers.  That being said, at the time of this writing, it’s just a story long past, and it doesn’t really affect my day-to-day except that I favor door-to-door transportation after the sun goes down.

The good news is that the morning after this happened, we went back to the scene of the crime and I recovered my sandal and my friend got his shirt back as well.  So nothing was lost, and knowledge was gained… a win-win!

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  • Ho. Lee. Crap.

    Well I’m glad you’re all right, man…I’d been wondering why you hadn’t updated the blog in a while. Hope everything is going well otherwise…

    By the way, around when will you be returning to the US? Seems like it’s not too far off…

  • Missed your blog updates, but I was expecting this one so you could move on to other “stories”. I imagine this scenario clearly, many times (as I have been there). Hope the rest of the year brings better experiences. Leaving for the Italian festival in 1/2 hour XOXOXOXOXOXO

  • This is the third such story I have heard this month – specifically of the Mombasa police harassing and even trying to capture foreigners. Perhaps its time for a KTN feature.

    Glad you are ok.

  • Hi Paul,

    Im sorry to hear about your frightening experience, ive seen this happen before in Kongowea, Mombasa. Where exactly did this happen? Send me an mail Paul, would be interesting to chat to you.

    Im a friend of Will Ruddick’s, an Irish VSO volunteer and something similar happened to me last december. I live beside the central post office in Mombasa and, foolishly left my apartment alone at 12.30am to buy credit outside the central post office. Two uniformed cops with machine guns came up from an alley way and started aggressively shouting at me, accusing me of smoking weed, refusing to identify themselves, they tried to plant something in my pocket and then tried to drag me down a dark alleyway. I was really frightened at this stage so I defended myself and got free and I managed to run onto the lit street but they caught me again. I created a big scene, this subdued them a bit, they hand cuffed me, brought me to the police station, interrogated and threatened me and finally released me. Im pursuing the case now with a human rights NGO as i got these thug’s names and i dont want them to do this again.

    As safe an all as Mombasa is, the cops are the ones you gotta watch out for, especially at night, try not to be alone although, it didn’t help Paul much!! Pole!

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    Paul, I’m glad you are ok. I can’t image how scared you must have been. Stay safe, we will keep you in our prayers.

  • Man, that’s a crazy story. I can’t believe that kinda stuff happens in mombasa! who knew!

  • I am Kenyan, I lived in Mombasa for 5 years and this has never happened to me or anyone I know.

    1. Don’t go walking around at 2 am
    2. When someone grabs your hand or gets too close for comfort shout and raise absolute hell.
    3. The police are not your friends, stay away from them.

    Stay safe

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Did a Whole Term Just Fly By?

In fact, yes.

Tomorrow will be the last day of classes for this term, followed by exams week.  I’ll be administering the same exams as last term, maybe just with the questions reordered, since it will provide an easy way to track progress.  This means, then, that tomorrow is the last real day of the term!

That’s not to say that it’s been a tough week, though, because it hasn’t.  On Tuesday morning I had a hard time opening my left eye, which is not normal.  A look in the mirror revealed that either I was transforming in the Toxic Avenger, or I had an eye infection.  As it turns out, I’ll never know, because the eye drops I stopped whatever it was from progressing.

It turns out that I wasn’t alone though—there had been a breakout at the school, with other teachers, students, even the cooks having disgusting, swollen red eyes.  I decided to stay home and wallow, and up until today (Thursday), I haven’t really interacted with my own students, since the thing seems highly contagious.

I did add a pictures section to the blog while I was hiding out in my house.  You should check it out, especially those of you who skim my blog and tolerate my ramblings just in case I post any more animal photos—now you can see all my new pictures consolidated in one place!  The link is the “Pics” tab, toward the top of the site.

I wasn’t a total blog nerd, though.  I snuck out yesterday evening and I saw Up in the Air, which was a good flick, but it made me a bit sad and lonely.  After the movie I shared a tuk-tuk back to town with a Chinese girl going to a nightclub.  The ride was a real language test.  Between me (English), her (Mandarin?), and the tuk-tuk driver (Swahili), we could barely communicate at all.  I did establish that she moved to Kenya to sell mobile phones, and/or she wanted my mobile number.  Maybe both.  Ironically, she’ll have to get in line, because the girl who works at the neighborhood Nokia shop just sent me a text message saying that she misses my “cute face!”  (It’s a long story, but don’t worry, her SMS was completely strange and unwarranted.)

So the adventures continue in Kenya.  Speaking of which, I’ll probably be taking a real vacation soon, and heading west to Uganda to raft the Nile, and then down to Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo!  The plans aren’t done, but stay tuned.

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  • Paul – this is really from me, mom. Your corruption article really made me sad but I am glad that you are planning on going outside of Kenya on what sounds like a great trip. take lots of pics. Liked your goggle pics too

  • looks like erinrose has some competition!

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