Summer

It is summer and the rains have begun. When it rains and is overcast the weather is nice in my opinion. The days when there is no rain and it is not overcast can be miserable. The temperature is between 30+ and 40+ degrees Celsius (90 to over 100 F) and it is humid.

The morning is definitely the nicest part of the day. People in the village rise very early. They get up and immediately begin working in their gardens and yards because as the day progresses it becomes increasingly difficult to do anything besides sit and sweat profusely. The water in my room becomes warm enough to make coffee or tea, which I definitely do not want to do. And my fan pushes hot air around but without it the air is stifling.  Although many people still wear long sleeves and sweaters when I am sweating.  Below is a picture of an older woman hoeing, notice she has a cap and sweater on.  I have never seen her without both of them on.  And it is not only older people.  In the schools many learners come to school with sweaters, jackets and, if overcast and pleasant to me, learners are likely to be wearing jackets and hats because they are cold. 

There is a big tree along the path from the school and water tap to home. It is a popular place and one I frequently stop at as the temperature under the tree is noticeably cooler. But anywhere there is shade is a welcome relief and where people sit during the day.

Some people still work during the hottest parts of the day. I was sitting in my room in front of the fan working on my computer when I noticed a constant noise outside. I went out and saw a man who was hired by my family to hoe the weeds from the yard so maize and peanuts could be planted. I asked him why he was working at this time of day and he said he needed to work so he could eat.

In my village corn is planted everywhere possible. Peoples whole yards are planted. 

Families and people of all ages work together to hoe, and continually hoe after planting to keep the weeds down so the corn can grow.

There are also a lot of mango trees with mangoes although some trees have less than the usual amount of mangoes because they were damaged by the big storm.

Because it rains and is humid there are now a lot of bugs. Here is a picture of Daphney scooping up the bugs she has swept into a pile from the cement around her house.

A couple of mornings this week I have noticed the air full of birds flying back and forth and all around. I am assuming that they are catching the bugs for breakfast.

The Big Storm

Last month I was shopping in Thohoyandou when it began raining really hard.  I didn't bring an umbrella and ran to the bus area, found my bus and got on.  I was soaked and there were no seats.  I was standing in the middle of the bus when 3 young boys called to me.  They were sitting in 3 seats and squashed together so I could sit with them.  They called me by name so I figured out they were from Lukalo.  It was so very nice of them to make room for me and I am sure it was not all that comfortable for them.  I really appreciated their kindness as I did not want to have to stand for 54 KM after walking around town all day.  And the trip home can take a long time because of the number of stops the buses around here have to make.  The other morning it took 1 3/4 hours to get to Thohoyandou by bus.

As we got closer to the village we could see roofs blown off of houses and when we reached the village their was a great deal of mud that had come down the slope across the road.  in the dusk I could see the sign for the primary school was blown over and a huge branch had fallen from a big tree near the bus stop.  As I walked towards my house I could hear hammering.  People were trying to fix their homes and protect their interiors from the rain.  My room was fine but the main house had great deal of water in it as did the house of the grandmother of my host family's children and many other homes in the area.  There were at least 10 houses which had the roofs blown off and one, in which people were gathered to drink the local home brew, had a tree limb fall on it.  Some of those people were hurt but all survived.

The roof blew off the Lukalo Primary School kitchen

A roof lying in a field far from any house

Many large tree limbs had fallen down and men hatcheted away at them for days following the storm.  Few, if any, chainsaws here.

I was told that a tornado came through town and that it had hailed.  They had to struggle to figure out how to tell me in English about the hail.  I asked if anyone saw a tornado and no one said they did but they said they heard a loud noise and made a sound like I would expect from one.  Tornadoes are very uncommon in this area as I discovered from watching the news that night.  I had to ask the children to turn the news back on as they switched channels to see some soap opera or something or other.  Soap operas are very popular here in South Africa and many people of all ages watch them.  Some of the soap operas have characters that speak in different languages which is one educationally redeeming quality of this past-time.

Lukalo, Venda and Shangaan-Tsonga

Lukalo is a very nice village.  I am blessed because the village tap at the top of the hill gets it's water from a pipe by the tar road that comes from a dam.  We have a plentiful supply unlike some rural areas of South Africa.  We have only had one day that we had to go without water because they were fixing the pipe.

Fetching water at the tap

Many of the houses here are built in a traditional round shape.  They are made of homemade brick covered with cement. There are multiple buildings like this with each one serving a special purpose - a kitchen, bedroom, sitting room. Although the more square western type of homes with multiple rooms under one roof are now being built. Thatch was used on the roofs of these round buildings and I have been told that the houses with thatched roofs are much cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. But these roofs have to be replaced or new thatch has to be added which makes upkeep an constant task. Also things can live in these roofs. One PCV lives in a large round house and said things would fall from the roof onto his belongings. His father suggested he put cardboard in the rafters which has helped.

Round houses - separate rooms

Lukalo has a beautiful hill with patches of green stone.

Lukalo Hill

There are mango trees everywhere.  According to a random fact found at http://www.golimpopo.com/events_details.php?event_id=120 "Limpopo has the largest areas inhabited by rural communities who are still living as they used to for centuries".  The following picture was taken under the bridge separating Venda from the Shangaan-Tsonga area of Limpopo.

Washing clothes and hanging them out to dry

The Venda and Shangaan-Tsonga people are very nice.  I saw these women and asked if I could take a picture of them in their traditional clothes.  They said yes and began doing their traditional dance for me.  First one woman, then another joined her and then more joined them.  Notice how white their shoes are.  Amazing as mine are always covered in dust.  They are holding up a cloth that goes over their clothes so I can see their skirts.  They are very proud of their clothes and their dancing.

Shangaan-Tsonga dancers in traditional clothes

According to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsonga_people the Tsonga people have gained attention for their low-tech, lo-fi dance music called Tsonga electro which has been pioneered by South African producer "Dog".

Barack Obama Nelukalo

One day I had to go to the bathroom while at school and there was no toilet paper.   Thankfully I was at the school that is just up the hill from my home so I went there. 

On my way back to school, I saw a woman coming from behind some trees next to a path leading to the river.  She was carrying a toddler (between 1 and 2 years old) on her back and a stack of long pieces of wood on her head.  It looked like she could not have gotten another piece of wood on the pile on her head without dropping it all.

As I watched amazed and wondering how she got the wood on her head and the baby on her back without any help, she came towards me and I recognized her and her child from the neighborhood.

She said her child was saying "Joni, Joni".  The child is one that spends a lot of time with the older children on the road and he must have learned my name from them as each one of them says "Hello Joni.  How are you Joni?" multiple times as I go by and as they follow me up and down the road leading to my house.  The mother had not seen me at first and was wondering why her baby was saying "Joni" then she laughed and kept telling me about her child saying "Joni, Joni, Joni".

It reminded me of something that happened when Rachel was between 1 and 2 years old.

We had moved from an all white neighborhood/town/area to Toledo and were employed as teaching-parents in a group home for chemically dependent adolescent girls.  We had hired a black woman to work at the home whose name was Kim.  One day I was in a Toledo grocery store with Rachel when she started yelling "Kim, Kim" and was reaching out her hand.  I realized that she was calling to a nearby black woman who was not Kim.  Since Kim was the first and only black person Rachel had met up until that time, I surmised that she must have thought all black people, or black women, were named Kim.

I have been told that I am the first white person many of the children here in the village have seen and they are amazed.  I was thinking about this and wondering if this child will be in the shopping town and see another white woman, very unusual here.  And if this happens, will the child call to her with my name as Rachel had done?  And will her mother realize why and laugh?

This week I found out this child's name is Barack Obama Nelukalo, named after our president of course.  Nelukalo is the sir name of the village's headman and thus the royal family of the village.  Although royalty, they have the same living conditions as everyone else in the village.

Lukalo and Mushiru Primary Schools

My job here is to help teachers with teaching, subject matter and technology and to help the teachers and community to implement sustainable programs they can carry on after I leave.

Lukalo Primary School

Mushiru Primary School

I have been assigned to two rural primary schools in the villages of Lukalo and nearby Murshiru. The school attendees are called “learners” as the term “students” is reserved for those attending institutes of higher education. Lukalo Primary School is up the hill by the water tap and Mushiru Primary School is about 2 KM down the road. They are both primary schools with grades R - 7. The rooms empty to the outside so the schools are what we would term campuses. The kids may have a book for a class but usually the books are kept in the classroom and they have to share.   New curriculum is being implemented in some grades and new books have been ordered.  I have suggested that several old books be put in a library and the rest given to learners so they can have a book at home.

Usually everything is written on the chalkboard and they have to copy it. I spent 2 days this past week trying to clean the chalkboards at one of my schools because they were so full of chalk that it was hard to see the writing for me so I thought it must also be for the kids. Needless to say the boards are getting full of chalk again. Their chalkboard erasers leave much to be desired. They are pieces of wood with a thin piece of foam or felt on the bottom. I shredded 2 washcloths trying to get the grime build up off the chalkboards and found out after school that one of the cloths I shredded one of the learner’s brought to school from home to wash the classroom floors.  The girls wash the classroom floors once a week and sweep the other days.

This week I saw a boy with a stub of a pencil and no eraser trying to sharpen the pencil so he could write. Sometimes they share pens and pencils and the rulers they use to create lines in their notebooks to separate one day’s work from another or for content purposes. I have seen children come to the classroom of a sibling or friend to borrow a ruler.

All the schools in our district have received 2 small Acer laptop computers, 2 projectors and 2 tripod screens recently. The laptop is preloaded with a program called “HeyMath!” to be used for math education purposes in all grades. It also has Microsoft Office Suite preloaded but the product key for this software has not been entered and without the product key the programs can only be used a maximum of 22 times. No USB drives are allowed to be put in these laptops per the Circuit Manager because computer viruses are rampant here and they want to protect the “HeyMath!” program which costs some sum of money - don't know how much. The laptops have big hard drives with lots of extra space for learning software but it can’t be installed because of the no USB policy and the fact that the laptops do not have a floppy, CD or DVD drive – they only have a USB interface. The result is that the laptops can only be used for Math classes. I have been working with some of the teachers to use this resource in class but usually it sits in the storeroom unused and underutilized. One of my goals while here is to help the teachers learn to use the available technological resources.

The schools I am in are small. The number of teachers allocated to a school depends on the number of students enrolled. There are eight grades (R – 7) but each school has only been allocated 7 teachers, including the principal and heads of department, due to enrollment. So the principal and department heads teach all day and someone either teaches two grades together or one class does not have a teacher. Teaching two classes at once is difficult because the curriculum is different for the classes so sometimes a teacher moves between two classrooms giving one an assignment while teaching the other. But this requires a very dedicated, organized and motivated teacher. Many times there is more than one class without a teacher as principals and teachers go to meetings, higher education classes, workshops or are absent for other reasons. This week several teachers met with other teachers in the district to write circuit-wide exams while, at the same time, other teachers were at workshops for the new curriculum. There are no substitute teachers for occasions such as this. One good thing I have seen is learner-lead study/learning sessions when a teacher is not present in the classroom.

Food

Going shopping is quite hard without a car especially because I live so far, 54 kilometers, from my shopping town of Thohoyandou. 

The stores have excellent juice including many 100% mixed juice blends.  Many juices and brands of milk come in waxed cardboard containers and need no refrigeration until opened.  The milk is called long-life milk and comes in full cream and reduced fat.  The coffee that I have had here is instant.  I have also seen coffee and chicory blends, but it is hard to find coffee in the store and I have not seen a coffee maker for sale anywhere I have been, although I am sure they have them somewhere.  Some people have told me they bought French presses but I have not seen one of those either.  Jessica had given me some Starbucks Via instant coffee I brought with me and I made my first cup of relatively real coffee in a long time.  It was very strong.  It seems no matter how much of the South African instant coffee you put in your cup it never gets strong.  I read on the Peace Corps wiki that there is a company that will send Peace Corps volunteers free coffee. 

Some grocery stores do not carry cheese and when you do find cheese it is processed cheese, cheddar, gouda or feta.  I have found other cheeses in one store in Pretoria but they are very expensive.  Cheddar and gouda are quite expensive here in our shopping town (R69.99-72.99/Kg) compared to in Pretoria (R49.99-59.99/Kg on sale).  Big bags of ruffled potato chips are nonexistent as far as I know, even in Pretoria.  They have lots of little bags and most are flavored, but I have only seen larger bags of cheese puffs.  I guess that is their preferred method of cheese intake.

I do not think they have gotten the health food awareness education that we have in the states.  Brown bread actually costs less than white and I have yet to find a peanut butter without hydrogenated oil.  Also all the yogurt I have found contains sweeteners.  Sugary sweets are quite popular as a treat. 

It seems that pap, bread, yogurt and chicken are the rural SA staple foods.  They also eat a lot of cabbage, butternut squash, beetroot, beans and eggs.  Pap is made from corn ground very fine and cooked in water.  There is a special tool used to stir pap so there are no lumps.  When prepared It is very stiff and sticks together.  You can pick it up in one piece if separated into individual servings when first made and you are careful.  Another name for pap is porridge.  It is made thinner and eaten with sugar for cereal, but thick is the preferred method of preparation.  A lot of people eat it for 2-3 meals a day along with a gravy and meat and/or one or more of the foods I mentioned above.  Dried whole kernel corn is called samp and is usually cooked with beans. 
 
In school every week every lunch includes huge portions of pap, which is quit bland like bread or potatoes.  One Monday there was pap with roasted termites – a delicacy.  

Tomato gravy, roasted termites and pap

I was told you have to watch how you eat them and they are the kind of food that is used on the Fear Factor TV show. I did not try them.  I had wondered why there were huge termites mounds everywhere and no one did anything about them.  

On the other days of that week they had chicken feet and gravy, chicken necks and gravy, cooked squash leaves with scrambled eggs and fish cooked in tomatoes along with their pap.  These were special meals cooked for the teachers.  The students ate samp and beans which is really quite good and nutritious.  There were also oranges all week long.  They must be ripe this time of the season.  I hear mangos will be ripe in the summer about December.

I was in town one Saturday shopping and there were many street vendors.  They sold a lot of things especially fruits and vegetables.  Women were doing bead work; men had set up huge speakers and were singing to music.  Street vendors were selling dried worms which they claim taste better than crabmeat and are very nutritious.  A lot of people I meet ask if I have eaten the Venda worms yet.  They look like caterpillars to me and I plan to put off eating them as long as possible.  I have been told you have to watch how you eat them also but not as much as the termites. 

I first heard about these worms in Makapanstad when I told them I was going to Limpopo.  They told me that there were many fruits and worms there that are very delicious.  In Limpopo I was shown a tree in the school yard that the worms come onto and was told it will have lots of worms.  So maybe I can get some great pictures of them while they are alive.  I think they are very colorful.

People have shown me some of the things they learned to eat to survive when there was no food.  They have really learned what they can and cannot eat from their environment like the experts on the shows that teach you how to survive.  It is hard for me to imagine what these people have gone through in the past.       

Some of my realities of living in rural South Africa

People make bricks from the dirt.
Everywhere I have been the dirt is red.

A community is relatively well off if water is plentiful.
Water requires a lot of energy and time to gather.  The norm is for people to go to a community tap and fill up water buckets to take home.
Women carry large heavy containers of water on their heads up and down mountain roads because wheel barrels are harder to use on steep slopes or because they are used to it.

Primary and Secondary School students are called learners.
Learners walk to school or take a taxi they pay for themselves.
Learners wear uniforms to public schools.  Student is a word reserved for those attending higher education institutions.
Learners are taught in their native language until 3rd grade.  From 4th grade on they are taught in English.
Learners may carry a shoe brush and clean their shoes without being told to do so.
Many younger people who were schooled after Apartheid speak multiple languages and some older people do also.
Learners help with school chores such as sweeping and cleaning the floors, watering the gardens, cleaning dinner plates, bringing firewood to school for the cooks, cleaning the toilets or anything else you ask them to do.  They even offer to help with things when not asked.

Most people lock their gates and do not go out after dark.
Domestic animals, cows, pigs and goats, are everywhere.  Yards are fenced to keep them out - to protect vegetation - and for security purposes.
Dogs are not pets and are not named or brought into the house.  They are kept for protection.  Cats are kept to catch salamanders and other small critters.
People walk a lot and long distances.  Most people do not have cars and those that do may take public transportation because of the price of fuel called petrol.
Taxis are large vans that can carry up to 14 people seated and more standing.
Buses that travel to and from town are 2 bus lengths long and you need to get to the bus first to get a seat.
Most roads are unpaved and covered with fine powdery red dirt – tar roads are wonderful.  The closest tar road is where you go to catch public transport.
Road rage is virtually nonexistent even though cars share the road with taxis and buses, which are constantly pulling off and onto the road to pick up and drop off people.  Cows and goats pay no attention to cars,buses and taxis and will walk out in front of them, stop in the middle of the road and even sleep on roads at night.
People drive their cars with the windows up and will tell you to put the window up even if the temperature is in the high 80s F.  Windows in taxis and buses are usually closed and if you open one do not be surprised if some tells you to close it.

When I am sweating South Africans are not and they may even be wearing a jacket.
Houses with thatched roofs are cool inside when it is hot outside and vice versa.

People who can afford it have their own cell phone but there are few, if any, land lines.
The majority of people have electricity they use for cooking and watching television and they love to watch soap operas which may have characters who speak multiple languages.

People help each other out and you can ask children to fetch or do things.  They willingly help and you are not supposed to pay them because people are supposed to help each other.
Everyone greets you and you greet everyone and every time you see them you greet them again.
People touch each other and will touch you even if they do not know you and they stand and sit very close.

Women sweep their yards and clean the fine dirt off the harder surface below and may sweep daily.
Women will always dress nice and then wrap towels around themselves to carry babies on their backs.
Women carry bags in each hand and something on their head without dropping anything and they will stop and talk to you while doing so.

New Address

My new address is:

Joni DuFresne
Lukalo Primary School
P.O. Box 542
Tshaulu, South Africa 0987

About Previously Posted Pictures

The pics I posted were taken on a trip some of us were able to take on a holiday during our PCT training thanks to the training director, Victor, a wonderful man everyone loves.  He is a kind, considerate man who really knows human nature and how to motivate us and is amazing in the way he handles himself and reacts towards others in times of duress and when there are problems he must address.

He and our team leaders arranged the details so some of us could travel back to Rustenberg to the Pilanesberg Game Reserve.  It is located behind the college we stayed in our first week in South Africa.  I had looked out at the fence between our college and the game reserve and wanted to see what was behind it.  Some of the PCTs who were in a building closer to the reserve had seen some animals while we were there.  But, even though I walked along the fence taking pictures of things I found interesting at the time, I never saw an animal - only the back of the hill surrounding the park.

During our visit to the park I found out that it is located in an extinct volcano.  The landscape inside the park is amazing itself.  A beautiful lake is surrounded by a large expanse of open ground with all kinds of rock strewn about.   Then there are the cliffs which have very interesting rocky outcrops and areas very green with plant growth due to the channeling of water.  One of the pictures I posted was of a dam we passed when we exited the park.  I do not know how much that dam has to do with the creation and preservation of the existing lake but I believe someone said it was built to create another lake within the park.  I would really like to learn more about the geology of that area and of all of South Africa.

The whole PCT class could not go to the game preserve because we only had so much room in the Peace Corps vans and in Victor’s truck. The entrance fee to the preserve was 65 Rand to get in, about $10, and we paid the Peace Corps drivers entry fee so we put in another 10 Rand a piece - well worth the price.  The drivers drove us back and forth from Makapanstad and everywhere in the park.  We were told the one-way drive between the park and where we were staying was 2 hours but it was closer to 3 or 4.

The people who signed up to go to the game reserve were asked to decrease their numbers by about 10 people.  So we passed around a list for everyone willing to not go to sign it.  I signed the list with a tentative “if needed” behind my name.  When I checked there were enough people who signed the list that I was still able to go and I am sure glad I did because it was a really spectacular place.  And I got to see rhinoceros, giraffes, zebras, blue wildebeests, warthogs, ostriches, quail and a beautiful (impala) animal with horns that have gentle curves.  The others went to the mall in Pretoria and some saw a movie.

There were a couple of options of travel in the park.  You drove yourself, like we did in the Peace Corps vans, or you spend more money for a 2-hour guided tour in a large safari truck or a smaller vehicle.  I think the safari truck was R130-140 each.  I can’t remember the details and do not have them written down but they may be available on the park’s website.  This game reserve is located next to Sun City, a famous casino and resort, which we never got to visit.

For those of you who are asking about coming and visiting I live a short drive outside of a Kruger National Park’s Punda Maria gate.  I do not know anything about this park yet except what I have read on the internet and seen on maps.  There are people in the village I live in who work in the park.  One person I talked with says he is in charge of one of the camps where people stay when they visit the park.  I will have to talk to him more and get details.

Pilanesberg Game Preserve

A Few PCT to PSV Highlights

We, the 24^th group of South Africa Peace Corps Trainees (SA24 PCTs), arrived in Johannesburg South Africa then traveled by bus to our first training site.  It was situated next to a game preserve which some of us had the good fortune to be able to visit on a holiday during training.  The first few days were filled with classes, some of which were in 4 of the 11 official South African languages.  I thought being able to concentrate on one language would make learning the language of my future village easier.  For me it wasn’t.  A group of 7 of us were assigned the Tshivenda language which is used in the Venda District of Limpopo Province north of the Tropic of Capricorn and is known as the breadbasket of South Africa because it has rich soil, adequate rainfall and two growing seasons.

We traveled to Makapanstad north of Pretoria where 57 village families agreed to take in Peace Corps volunteers for the 8-week training period.  More families agreed to host the Language and Culture Facilitators who taught us our target language and culture.  The villagers speak Setswana but many speak more than one language.  The children in all villages are taught in their mother tongue up until grade 3.  In Grade 4 they switch to being taught all subjects in English.  They are also exposed to other languages.  For example there are 4 languages in the South African National Anthem.

We observed and taught in a school in the village during training and were introduced to the legacy of disparity including the reality of large class sizes, up to 80 students +, and lack of resources.  We also experienced morning assembly where I witnessed amazing singing and heartfelt prayer.  In the schools I have seen the students willingly do a lot of work not related to learning.  For example, they sweep the rooms, wash the meal plates and carry boxes of books kept at school for use during class.  Cleanliness is very important to them and I have seen students carefully cleaning their shoes which constantly become covered in the powdery red dirt that is everywhere.  It covers roads and any other place not irrigated to maintain greenery. 

Like most rural South African villages, Makapanstad is governed by a chief who actually is the one who owns all of the land and handles local issues and disputes if possible.  Because of the influence of chiefs, their relatives and village people these areas are relatively safe places to live.  My host family, like most people in the village, received permission to live in the village from the chief.  Then they paid him 200 Rand for which they were allotted a sizable piece of property on which they built 3 multi-room buildings/houses.  They also have a large area for growing food and raising chickens.

Learning about the history of South Africa is really fascinating and was one of my favorite class topics.  We were taken to the Vortrekker Museum which was built to tell the story of the people who claim to be the only white tribe of Africans, the Afrikaners.  It is an amazingly beautiful place surrounded by a wall of stone wagons representing the protective circle used by South African, and American, wagon trains.   Their story is carved into the white Italian marble covering the inside walls of the museum.
 
We also visited the Apartheid Museum that had a special Nelson Mandella exhibit which told the amazing story of the only known peaceful transition out of an oppressive regime and changed the conscientiousness and reality of South Africa.

The 8^th of September the American Ambassador to South Africa and the CEO of the Hope Foundation attended and gave stirring motivational speeches at our swearing in ceremony where the PCTs of SA24 became PCVs.

Friday September 9^th I arrived at my permanent site located near a Kruger National Park gate.  There are a lot of mountains in the area and mango trees everywhere.

Peace Corps Mission and Staging

The Peace Corps was established in 1961 to promote world peace and friendship through the service of American Volunteers abroad.

The Peace Corps Mission, as stated in the Peace Corps Act, has always been and remains:

1. To help the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women.

2. To help promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the peoples served.

3. To help promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of all Americans.

The above was reinforced during staging and we also went over the core expectations of volunteers and many other things. We ended with an exercise where we had dots of an unknown number and color placed on our backs and we had to organize ourselves in some way by the dots – our choice without talking. Although talking in mime was ok because there was a lot of gesturing and pointing going on. It was comforting to know that you could count on others to help you get to the right place without even asking for help. An interesting point was brought up as to why we organized ourselves the way we did - by color in that particular order and not by some other criteria and/or in some other order. Cooperation and dependency were key to accomplishing this task but I also wonder was it one person who made a choice about how we were to organize and we all followed? What are the implications?

Our group of Peace Corps Trainees (PCT) is relatively large; I believe there are 57 of us beginning in the Education and Health areas of service. We fly to Atlanta July 7, in the afternoon and then have a nonstop flight to Johannesburg, South Africa. It will take us 15 hours and 50 minutes from Atlanta. I plan on listening to my language cds - thanks for the cd player Dad. There are 11 official languages in South Africa and I made cds of the Peace Corps lessons in 3 of them. With flight time and time zone changes, we will arrive in the evening on the day after tomorrow, July 8. Time travel of sorts.

My roommate, who is an elementary school teacher, made these great language learning flash cards with pictures she drew and colored on the front and the Zulu word for what the picture depicted on the back. One of my favorite had a blue Cookie Monster on the front thinking about a cookie and the Zulu word for hungry on the back. So cute and it made me think of my daughter Leigh who loves all the Sesame Street characters. One of the cards had a sign language gesture on the front and I wondered if sign language was universal but was informed there is more than one sign language. I also learned online at Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sign_language that South Africa has 11 official oral languages and about as many others that are widely spoken but only 1 sign language with 2 variants.

Contact Info

It has been overwhelming and truly touched my heart - I thank you all so very much for your support and well wishes. Budget cuts to Peace Corps have resulted in project and volunteer cuts and made acceptance into Peace Corps, an already competitive process, much more competitive. I consider myself very fortunate to have been accepted and to have such a supportive network of friends and family.

Mailing address information has been requested and I emailed it to some of you along with this blog web address. For your convenience I have posted it here also.

Joni DuFresne PCT
Peace Corps
PO Box 9536
Pretoria 0001, South Africa