So that's it...the end is here.
I am officially an RPCV, or Returned Peace Corps
Volunteer.
No more teaching,
village life, or government stipend.
I feel so alone.
Leaving
Newala was hard.
There are so many
people there that I care so much about.
I spent about a week trying to get through all of the goodbyes.
Some tears were shed, but we had a
happy going away party at the beach house in Mtwara.
Lots of beer, food, and friends.
After that, adventures really started happening.
A group of 9 volunteers all joined
forces and made the trek to Pemba, an island just north of Zanzibar.
After getting doped up on motion
sickness meds, we took the ferry to Pemba and then a bus to the north of the island.
We then had the pleasure to stay at Swahili
Divers.
There, we took a 4-day
scuba diving certification course.
The fish and corals were amazing as were the staff.
And we all passed with flying
colors!
Hooray for us!
After getting certified, we headed back
to Zanzibar to hand out for a day and then on to Dar es Salaam for our
close-of-service.
Over three days,
I had to poop in sample jars, pee in 1, get a TB test, blood work, dental, close
my bank account, and meet with our country director.
As of October 24th, 2012 I finished all of my work and got
my "R," becoming an RPCV.
After that, I just hung around hanging out with friends and sadly
watching one person after the other leave.
Fun, but a little depressing.
After entirely too much time in Dar, 3 other volunteers and
I boarded the train for Zambia.
We
traveled in class, having a first class coach all to ourselves.
We passed the 2 days on the train by
playing almost non-stop card games.
The ride went incredibly smoothly, besides having to deal with
not-so-nice immigration around midnight until the end.
About 10 kilometers from where the
train ended, we just so happened to hit a lorry, or a truck, carrying tons of
corn.
We only hit the trailer and
no one was hurt so it was all good.
We were delayed a hit though because everyone, villagers and all the
train employees, went nuts pillaging all of the corn.
It was mass chaos with everyone filling bags and buckets and
anything they could get their hands on with corn.
This in turn started a bit of looting so we just locked
ourselves in our cabin and rode out the chaos there.
After all the corn had been had, we rolled in to Kapiri
Mposhi, Zambia around 8:30 p.m. only to hop on another bus to Lusaka.
We finally rolled in to Lusaka around
12:00 a.m and made our way to the backpacking hostel there.
The next morning, we boarded another
bus to get down to Livingstone, where we were staying to see Victoria
Falls.
We got in a little late so
we just hung around the backpackers hostel in Livingstone, drank a couple
beers, and crashed early.
The next
morning, we headed to see Victoria Falls.
In one of the many Zambian languages it is called Mosi-oa-tunya, which
means "the smoke that thunders."
Our first
stop there was the bridge that crosses the Zambezi River.
Halfway across the bridge is the border
between Zambia and Zimbabwe so we had some fun hopping from one country to the
other.
Right at the border, you
can also bungee jump 111m, do "the swing" which is a 70m free fall
into a swing, and zip line.
The
rest of us didn't have the money for that day, so Colin was up first, going big
and completing all three of the jumps.
After getting pumped full of adrenaline, we headed into the park area
and walked around, looking at the falls from the Zambia side.
We then hopped on over to Zimbabwe and
saw the falls from that angle too.
Words of wisdom: if you end up at Victoria Falls during dry season,
Zimbabwe's side is far superior.
The next morning, we headed back to the falls to walk to "the
Devil's pool."
During dry
season, the water gets low enough that you can walk across the falls to the
area that is still going full force.
Once there, there is this one little area of the falls that has a
natural wall and a slow enough current that you don't plummet to your death
when you jump into it.
Once into
the pool, our guide held our feet while we each took turns leaning out over the
falls.
It was incredible and I
would highly suggest it to anyone wanting to make the trip.
After "Devil's pool" we
headed back to the bridge for our turn to jump.
Kathryn and I both went for the triple combo.
First, we zip lined across the gorge,
which was not at all scary and despite the harness riding up in to uncomfortable
places was super chill.
After
that, it was time to step it up a notch.
Kathryn and I decided to the swing tandem.
The got us each in our harnesses and then hooked us all
up.
We creeped our way to the edge
and on the count of 3 made the jump.
I have one word to describe it. TERRIFYING.
Basically you just step out into the air and then we were instructed
to keep our legs together and try to stay vertical.
Lets just say that my legs don't listen when I'm freefalling
70 meters and they decided to do some sort of bicyle-esque jig in midair,
twisting me this way and that.
I
figured it out right at the end though and we went into the swing part
smoothly.
After that, you swing
over the Zambezi River rapids for a while until they make it down to pick you
up.
After our swing, both Kathryn
and I were a little shaken and said we needed a bit of a break.
We went for a short walk and sat a bit
in the shade before I had to tell my brain to shut the heck up and get back
there for my next jump.
I
volunteered to be first to bungee.
After getting into my harness, they sit you down and wrap your legs in
towels and a strap that looks entirely too puny to support you.
They then hook your feet to what is
essentially a giant rubber band.
Next, you awkwardly waddle to the edge, avoiding looking down at much as
you can.
The last step is pretty
obvious right?
You swan dive off
the bridge.
Bungee was so much
more fun that the swing.
There is
something way more natural about jumping head first off a 130-meter bridge than
feet first. After the initial down, you get about 4 good bounces after that,
going almost halfway back up for another little drop.
You then just hang out upside down until they come get
you.
I thought my eyes were going
to pop out of my head there was so much blood up in there.
Pretty much its been an incredible few
days in Zambia/Zimbabwe and it makes me even sadder to leave Africa.
I almost considered cancelling my
flights and catching a bus to Namibia instead, but my friend I'm meeting up
with would kill me.
So tomorrow,
we head back to Lusaka and then Tuesday I'm heading to Rome for 4 weeks of
Europe.
I might update about that,
might not.
Stay safe.
Peace out!