Smyth On the Move

Friday, December 07, 2007

Back in America

Yeah, so I'm back in America now. This place is weirder than I remember. I have been keeping busy eating (a lot), golfing (badly), applying for jobs (unsuccessfully), and trying to figure out why people commute to work in monster trucks when gas cost $3.50. Oh, one good thing, I guess. I did get a temporary job translating Bemba (totally random). A returned Peace Corps volunteer who is living in Washington D.C. told me about this company that needed some help translating some documents from English to Bemba. It is freelance work, so I just work from home and send them the work order when I am done. It will be nice to have some cash in my pocket to hold me over. Who would have thought I would ever use Bemba again?

Today I am off to play golf (if it doesn't rain), and tomorrow going up to stay with Kindle for a few weeks. Wish me luck with the job hunting and golf.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Back to USA

Well, this is my last night in Ireland. Sorry for not blogging for the duration of this vacation, but I have just been having too much fun. Spain was really nice and Ireland has been cold and wet (what do you expect), but really great as well. We rented an apartment here in Dublin in a really great location and have been going to see all the sights (Guiness storehouse, Jameson distilery, the book of Kells, etc.). Yesterday we got back from a few days in Belfast. That was a really amazing trip and really peaked my interest in the history of my family and the struggles they went through. I don't have the time or words to explain it now, but the struggles and violence that the people of Belfast have lived through was pretty shocking.

We stayed in a hostel and the first day we got there decided to take "black cab ride tour" through Belfast to get aquainted. It wasn't quit what we expected, however. The guy picked us up at our hostel and drove us about two minutes away to a working class neighborhood. As we drove up I noticed murals painted on all the walls of people's houses commemorating people who had been killed in that spot. There was literally a mural on every house. The driver stopped the cab, turned off the engine and turned around to us and said that we were in a neighborhood that was under the control of a para-military group called the UDA. I resisted urge to duck down in the cab and tell him to get out of there as he explained to us a bit about the stuggle between the UDA and the Catholics. Sorry to cut this short, but I am out of time on this computer. I will finish the story later when I get back to the US and don't have to pay for internet by the minute.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Leaving

Today is my last day as a Peace Corps Volunteer. At 3:00 today I will ring the bell that signifies the end of my service. It has been an experience like no other starting with training and Wyatt's death and being posted in the middle of no where for two years. I don't think I will truly come to terms with the whole experience until I get home and have a chance to reflect a bit. I promise to be better about blogging and getting some pictures up once I get back to the States (god knows I will have the time). Check in for updates on Spain and Ireland over the next few weeks as well.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me so much for the past two years. It really means a lot to know that you have a whole network of people pulling for you, even if they are half way across the world. You have been my anchor through the rough seas. So long Zambia!

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Leaving Them Behind

I have never been to war. I have never served in the military. I don't have the courage to do anything like that. However, I can't help but feel a little bit like a wounded soldier that is leaving the rest of his platoon behind in battle. I am happy to be going home, but feel as if I am deserting everyone here. The only difference is that the people I am leaving behind won't ever be coming home to America like me. They are stuck here in this battle field where every day is a struggle. Every day they will be fighting for their lives in a much different way than someone in a war, but they are fighting for their live non-the less. Every day is a stuggle against hunger, mal-nutrition, malaria, tuberculosis, AIDS, and a plethera of other unknown ailments that I witnessed people die from while I was here. I'm sorry for such a morbid and dark blog, but this has been the reality of my life for the last two years. Maybe it will help some people understand why I am a little bit different person from the one who left America in 2005. Please don't feel the need to patronize or feel sorry for me. Just understanding is enought.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Village Extension Agent

I am finally out of the bush and in Kasama taking care of some report writing, closing my bank account, ect. Leaving the village was hard and was full of mixed emotions including sadness, a sense of accomplishment, wondering whether the program would carry on, and many others. I met so many great people there and it is hard knowing that I will be going back to a place with grocery stores bigger than some of their villages. I did have one success story before I left the village that I will share with you.

For the past two years part of my job has been to train village leaders to be village fisheries extension agents. Essentially, they will take over my job when I am gone. I have been working with a handful of these village leaders in the last year and some have become quit accomplished in the different skills I have taught them (pond staking, pond digging, fish feeds, integration systems, etc.). Despite their acquired skills and knowledge, they always try to insist that I accompany them when they go to visit other farmers. It has been a real challenge for me to get them to go on extension visits without me.

A few weeks ago I went to visit one of these farmer leaders and when I arrived at his house I could see that he was preparing to go somewhere. He finally came over and greeted me as I was sitting and chating with his wife. He told me that he had no time to meet with me that day because he was heading off to meet with some potential fish farmers in another village. He told me that his wife would prepare lunch for me and he left without even thinking to invite me along with him on the visit. At first I felt a bit insulted that he had not even invited me to go along with him, but then I was overcome with joy when I realized that he no longer needed me to accompany him on his farmer visits. I humbly ate lunch with his wife and children as he went off to do my job, which is now his job. Peace Corps service is full of ups and downs. When things go bad you wonder what you are doing here and start to question whether it is all worth it. When things go right you feel like you are on top of the world. I guess I will just ride this small success story all the way out of Zambia. I have realized that my job here was not to be a hero and bring prosperity to the people I worked with, but instead to make heroes out of them and letting them create their own prosperity.

I will be in Kasama until Monday and then in Lusaka until Friday and then off to Spain! I will try to blog again before leaving the country.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Buff Nose

I got clearance to go back to my sight this morning from the doctor. He says my nose isn't broken, so I am leaving for Kasama tomorrow morning and then back to site on Saturday. I'll be come out again for five days from September 16 through 22 for a youth career week we are holding in Kasama. Check back in then.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Buff Nose

Village football is always an adventure, and Sunday was no exception. My nose had a collision with the back of someone's head during the match and blood started pooring out everywhere. As I was laying on the side of the field bleeding all over myself with about forty little kids surrounding me, I thought to myself "Man I wish there weren't forty little kids standing around staring at me right now." Suddenly out of nowhere a guy came running up from behind me weilding a tree branch and started swatting at the kids as if they were flys and he was swinging a giant fly swatter. I thanked the guy, stuffed some tissue up my nose and rode my bike the 15 kilometers home. I contacted the medical officer and they told me to come to Lusaka for x-rays. I have been in Lusaka for almost two days now and have yet to actually get x-rays done. Hopefully I can get them done today and get out of here ASAP. That's the only news for now. Hopefully I can post again after I get the x-ray results.