March 16, 2013

Madagascar is Ten Photos and a Thousand Words

FITTING IN
The day I received my Peace Corps invitation, I began (helplessly, subconsciously, but inevitably) forming wild expectations about what life would be like in the great beyond. I told others: “No, no, I have no idea and I like it that way. I will find out when I get off the plane.” In reality, I researched frantically, and even more frantically began building this alternative world in my mind, trying always to imagine the unimaginable life that awaited me there.

At the crux of this imaginary world was a narrative of personal struggle and growth, of obstacles surmounted, of ultimate acceptance in a place far beyond and far away. And when I finally did step off that plane, I found that world. Madagascar was exotic, and welcoming, and everything unimaginable that I thought it would be. And in keeping with the narrative, there have been countless times when I have stopped to think: I do belong here.




STANDING OUT
But there was a secondary narrative which equally defined my time in Madagascar. For every moment that I stopped to think I belong, I also recognized that I was something fundamentally foreign in this land. It was not just my white skin, or the fact that I was tall in a country of moderately to very short people. It was something that went much deeper, to my identity, to my worldview, to my understanding of myself. In my three years, I made countless friends, worked, lived, laughed, and shared among Malagasy people, but as long as I stayed I would be forever defined by my difference, by what set me apart. 



THE BEAUTIFUL
 I know, from a distance life in Madagascar looks beautiful. And it absolutely is. Not just the tropical beaches, the coral reefs, the rain forests, the terraced rice paddies, the mountains and waterfalls. It is often understated, something quiet and simple. The pace of life removed from all the rush of the modern world. The people. Stalks of rice laid out to dry. The sound of rain on the roof at night. The slow rising of a village in the early morning. Mounds of fruit piled colorfully up in the market. Canoes scattered across a perfect blue sea. 




THE EVERYDAY
But life in Madagascar can also be mundane, unpleasant, downright horrid. Only on the rarest of occasions is it glamorous. This photo is the view from my back porch in my first village: I would sit and stare at this for hours daily. Crushing heat, crushing boredom. Dust. Mud. Screaming children. Bugs in your food. Dirty water. No food. No water. My time in Madagascar was defined as much, if not more, by these long hours and small steady hardships as than it was by the beauty of the place and the people. They are two sides of the same coin. 




THE COOL THINGS
I would be remiss though, if I did not concede that living in Madagascar was tremendously cool. There is no place like it. Chameleons stroll across the road in their strange jerk-step manner. The water always seems to be bioluminescent. Whole villages smell of cloves and vanilla. Lemurs may not actually be as prevalent as squirrels, but after three years they became routine enough to be unexciting. I witnessed bull sacrifices and exorcisms, met witches and conjurers. I drank coconuts fresh fallen from trees and sent kids out to fetch mangos. I did a thousand things I could not have imagined, things that it now seems unimaginable I could have not done.




ACTION/ADVENTURE
In the same vein, Madagascar is an adventurers playground. Strike off in any direction, by brousse or boat, on foot, even by plane, and you are bound to stumble across the unexpected. It would be unfair and inaccurate to label the country uncivilized- but it is a land stuck in a different time. Or, if you will, a non-time, where the broken is never fixed, where isolation and disintegration work in collaboration, where the notion of a difficult journey must be redefined. The going was rarely easy, but almost always rewarding.  




THE DARK TIMES
One side of the Peace Corps life that people rarely see, hear, or speak of, are the downswings. For every rewarding work experience, for every epic adventure and beautiful beach, there was a dark time. Constant illness. Loneliness. An overwhelming sense of the futility of what you are attempting. A reckoning with your own naiveté. Isolation. Heat stroke. Near constant mockery and harassment. Mefloquine dreams. Language barriers. Emotional and physical exhaustion. Fear of missing out, wasting away in obscurity, and being forgotten.

Of course, I ultimately discovered, these battles are with yourself. And standing at the end of a long and rocky road, I can say that overcoming each of these dark times, often many times, empowered me many times over. Come on, if I can bounce back from my face looking like that, I can bounce back from anything. 




SIMPLIFY
 Through it all- the good, the bad, and the ugly- the most important lesson I learned was simple. Simplify. In my village, the things that I used every single day hung in a row on my wall: keys, second-hand hat, backpack, bag, and rice winnower. (The snake stick was, admittedly, for extracurricular adventures). Already, I look back on this and it seems impossible. But the purest and calmest happiness that I felt in Madagascar was in those quiet village moments, when nothing much was happening at all.




PEOPLE
 A country is not an empty place. You arrive to find it full of people living their lives, and when you depart those lives go on without you. Though I take many things, the greatest portion of the Madagascar-shaped hole in my heart is filled with the faces of those people with whom I passed my days. I will be forever changed by the things that they taught me, whether they meant to or not. 




EMBRACE IT
 In the end, I don’t need a thousand words to describe all that was Madagascar. I can do it in four: Just Embrace It All. 

March 04, 2013

Get Rugged... [Photos]

Ok, so you're joining the Peace Corps...



You probably picture yourself doing this...



Thinking: It's time to GET RUGGED...



But it's not all fun and games...



This happens...



 And this...



And this too...



Though it all, it's important to keep a positive attitude...



And always put safety first!



Because sometimes Madagascar is going to smack you in the face...



Or it may burn down your house down and leave
your ipod looking like this...



 You have to be prepared to get dirty...



Always carry a map...



Prioritize sun protection...
(Pirate Moses!)



Practice self-sufficiency...



Make the land your home...



Watch out for the wildlife...



Remember, keep smiling!



After all, this is a dangerous place...



Even the cats are RUGGED.