Friday, December 18, 2009

Back in Bamako and Off to Dogon

So I have been back at Tubaniso the past two weeks for in-service training. It was hard at first to get used to full days of technical training sessions, especially after having so much free time at site. Overall though, the sessions have been interesting and I hope to try out some of the things I learned here during my service.

It has been neat to hear about my friends' experiences at site and their living situations. Some volunteers are working in rural villages that don't have electricity or a water pump, or even cell phone coverage (imagine that!). Once the sun goes down, you just have a lantern to cook your dinner or do anything else. On the other hand, most volunteers have much easier access to their regional capitals and can meet up with other PCVs. I've mentioned here before how Kenieba is so isolated... it's tough to leave more than once a month because the trip is so long. But I think that's a good thing, as I will be more integrated and hopefully more productive since I'll be at site more often.

We had a big Christmas party last night, and it was great to celebrate with everyone and get in the holiday spirit. Most of the Malian work counterparts are here for training too, so they got to witness an American Christmas celebration. We made some great decorations... paper snowflakes, candy canes, Santa and a Christmas tree. The kitchen staff made a great meal for us. We had popcorn and hot chocolate afterwards, thanks to a generous PCV who got a ginormous can of Swiss Miss in a care package. After a huge Secret Santa gift exchange (I got a Snickers bar!), we watched Home Alone on the projector screen. Some of the Malian counterparts stuck around for the movie, and it was interesting to see how they reacted. They got a kick out of how slippery ice is, and how you can see your footprints in the snow!

In general, Malians learn a lot about other cultures from the TV shows and movies that end up on TV here. Some people, especially those who didn't finish school, think that everything they see on TV is reality. I've watched episodes of 24, CSI, even Knight Rider (that 80's show with David Hasselhof and the talking car). Unfortunately, pro wrestling even made it across the ocean. It's interesting to see how glued they are to the TV. I speak up when there's something that obviously isn't real.

I will be celebrating Christmas with a bunch of friends in Dogon country, a region in central Mali that is home to the Dogon people. After Christmas, we are going on a three day hike on the cliffs to tour some of the villages. Should be a great trip!

I hope everybody has a safe and merry Christmas! Miss you!

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Day Trip en Brousse

Matt and I were invited to visit a village near Kenieba for the day. We toured a fruit farm and got to see the rice harvest in action. It was a fun day! I uploaded an album to Picasa and put captions on all the photos. The link is: http://picasaweb.google.com/wbudd3/DayTripEnBrousse

Friday, December 4, 2009

Money Issues

First, a primer on the currency used in Mali: the CFA Franc. The exchange rate is about 450 CFA to the US dollar. It comes in denominations of 5, 10, 25, 50, 100, 200, 250, 500 CFA coins, and 1000, 2000, 5000 and 10000 CFA bills.

I have been able to live comfortably here on a Peace Corps salary, which isn't much compared to home. The cost of living is much cheaper, especially for food. For example, the baguette I buy in the morning for breakfast costs 100 CFA, or about 20 US cents. Sometimes I will buy a brochette, which is a meat sandwich with tomatoes, onions and a delicious sauce, as a mid-morning snack. It costs 250 CFA, or 50 cents. There are street food vendors at dinnertime, selling things like beans, macaroni, salad and meat. You say how much you want of each item, like 200 CFA of macaroni, 200 CFA of meat and 100 CFA of salad (or, in Bambara, "macaroni bi naani, ni sogo bi naani, ni salati mugan"... more on this later). This is plenty of food for me for dinner, and it adds up to a little more than 1 US dollar.

Before I have money to spend, I have to get it out of the bank. Some Peace Corps Volunteers in small villages have to travel to their banking town to get money. But there is conveniently a bank branch in Kenieba, about half a mile from my house. Though the bank is so close to my house, withdrawing money is a chore. First I have to see the bank manager in his office and show him my bank card (a piece of paper with my name and account number) and Peace Corps ID. He then tells me my account balance and asks how much I would like to take out. Then he writes out a check which I have to sign in three places, and hands it to the cashier. After a few minutes, the cashier calls my name and I go to retrieve my money. This is where the fun begins.

I have learned to withdraw an amount like 84,000 CFA. The cashier hands me five 10000 CFA and six 5000 CFA bills, and two 2000 CFA bills. It is impossible to pay for things with these huge bills, so I ask for more smaller bills. He says he can’t give me any more. I get into a little argument, explaining that it is impossible to use 10000 and 5000 bills in the market, nobody has change for them! Sometimes he will reluctantly give me more 2000 CFA bills, but more often than not, I am stuck with a bunch of 10000 CFA and 5000 CFA bills.

When it comes to buying food in the market, from the street food vendors, and other small items at the little butiki shops, there is no way they will take those big bills! There are few shops in town that can make change for a 5000 CFA bill, but you have to buy at least 1000 CFA worth of stuff. The market sellers rarely have change, even if you want something that costs 100 CFA and you have a 500 CFA coin. So you have to come armed with small coins or buy 500 CFA worth of goods.

Even a modern supermarket (just like a supermarket in France or the US) in Bamako doesn’t always have change… one time the cashier wanted to give me some little candies instead of the 50 CFA I was owed in change!

I have some big expenses each month (like paying rent) and can use some of the big bills, but sometimes I end up buying things I don’t really need just to get change that I can use. Oddly enough, it turns out that a reliable place to get change for big bills is at the bars in town. A bottle of beer costs a whopping 500 CFA (yep, one dollar), so they usually have change for the big bills. Go figure!

So it’s a big adventure trying to get small denominations of CFA. It is almost like the smaller denomination coins are worth more than the big bills, just because you can buy so much more with them!

Also, forget about using a credit card outside of the big hotels and tourist traps in the big cities like Kayes and Bamako. All transactions are cash only. When Matt tried to pay for our USB modems at the Orange store in Kayes with a credit card, they couldn't accept it. Orange is one of the major cell phone companies here in Mali, and we bought them in a western-style office, complete with computers at every desk. But nope, we had to pay in cash. Imagine paying for a big expense, like a motorcycle, with a huge wad of cash! But that’s the norm here.

Beyond this whole change issue, they use a weird number system when naming the price of a product. For example, when I ask how much a kilogram of potatoes costs, the seller will say “kemé”. Kemé means 100 in Bambara. The actual price is 500 CFA. So you have to multiply the number they tell you by 5 to get the price of the product. But that’s an easy one… I bought some Obama fabric the other day for 1350 CFA, or “kemé fila ni bi wolonfila”, which translated literally means 270. This makes for some very confusing market shopping. It is hard enough trying to figure out how much something costs, then trying to bargain for a better price! At this point, I’ve started to call the different denominations by their Malian names instead of how much they are actually worth. For example, a 1000 CFA bill is a kemé fila. Kemé fila literally means, (doing the math?), 200. So it’s getting easier to skip all the conversions and translations in my head when I'm buying things.

As much as I have complained about the money, it is nice to use a currency that is fixed to the euro and guaranteed by the French treasury (according to the Rough Guide). So it is not subject to high inflation like other African currencies, namely Zimbabwe’s two hundred million percent inflation. And at the current exchange rate, more than $1.50 for 1 euro the last time I checked, it is nice getting paid in CFA! Another good thing about this currency is that it is used in most francophone West African countries, including neighboring Senegal and Burkina Faso, two countries that I would like to visit on vacation someday. It’s like using the euro around Europe!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Kalo

I inherited a cat when I moved into my house. His name is Kalo, which means moon in Bambara. The PCV who used to live in my house originally had two cats, Kalo and Tile (moon and sun). Tile never came back one night (before I moved here), so now it’s just Kalo. She got them only about a year ago when they were kittens, so Kalo is a young cat. I hope that explains some of his antics…

I have never had a cat as a pet before so I didn’t know what to expect. As far as I could tell, at first this cat was a royal pain in the ass. He used to meow incessantly to get what he wanted (and still does from time to time). He was not happy when I fixed the screen on the door so he couldn’t go outside and come back inside whenever he wanted. So the first few nights, in the middle of the night, he would meow and meow and meow until I got out of bed and let him out or in. Sometimes it would happen multiple times in one night! I got pretty fed up with this, to say the least, and gave Kalo some “Malian feedback”, essentially a good whack, so he would learn. He’s much better now, and won't bother me until I get up in the morning.

The old PCV used to give Kalo real cat food to eat, but you can only get this in Bamako. I haven't been to Bamako since pre-service training and didn’t bring cat food with me before moving out here. So he has been eating what I eat every day for lunch, usually white rice and sauce. Sometimes he likes it, but sometimes he doesn’t, and just won’t eat. If he is still hungry, he lets me know! Cue the incessant meowing.

But things are better now; he understands that rice and sauce is what he’s going to get, more often than not. It has taken a while, but we have warmed up to each other. He comes and cuddles on me if I’m lying in bed. If anything, it is great to have a cat around to keep the (other) pests out!



Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tabaski

Made it to Kayes today after a long, uncomfortable bus ride from Kenieba. It's hard to put into words how unpleasant the trip was, but basically we were crammed in there. There were 7 people to a row, (6 small seats and someone standing or sitting on a water jug in the aisle) all bouncing around as the bus crawled down the dirt road. Needless to say, I'm relieved to be here and enjoying all the room to stretch out!

Anyway, here's the first entry, about the big holiday last weekend.

Tabaski is one of the biggest holidays in Mali. The tradition is for each family to sacrifice a goat and enjoy a big feast. There was a lot of preparation leading up to the big fête… the elementary schools had Thursday and Friday off. Women were getting their hair done a few days before. Friday, the day before Tabaski, was like a huge shopping spree. Matt and Jim had to take out money at the bank, and they said the scene reminded them of a commodities trading floor in the US, people pushing into the office to take out money for the holiday. The market was packed… hundreds of people buying their supplies for the big feast. I bought 2 kilograms of potatoes for my host family as a gift for the fête.

I woke up on Saturday morning, the day of the big feast, to the sound of roosters, motos speeding down my road, and sheep baa-ing. When I was leaving my concession to buy some bread for breakfast, I told my host dad that I was surprised to see the sheep had not been sacrificed yet. He explained that they first go to a big prayer session (I found out later that over 2,000 people were there), and when they get back, it's time to sacrifice the sheep.

So I got ready for the big day, and walked next door to get a front row seat for the butchering of the sheep. I can’t say I have witnessed something like this before, but it was less gruesome than I thought it would be (I conveniently missed the actual slaying). My host dad did a good job taking the insides out and cutting out the good stuff for us to cook and eat. At around noon we ate an awesome meal of tender meat, fried potatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, onions, and a delicious mustard/vinegar/oil sauce to top it all off. It was really good.

I figured that this meal was our lunch for the day, so I asked if I could bring some of the leftover food back for Kalo, since that’s what I usually do after lunch every day. My host mom, Fanta, gave me a strange look and reluctantly put some in a bowl for the cat. Little did I know, “lunch” would be coming at 3 PM! Go figure. It was another delicious meal of meat and bashi, a couscous like food made from corn.

Like at the end of Ramadan, kids from the neighborhood came around to wish my host family and me a happy Tabaski and that I will have as prosperous a celebration next year. Lots of family friends came by as well to say hello and say the various benedictions.

Late in the day, as the sun was setting, I went around the neighborhood and took photos of my host family and my neighbors. They were all really excited about it, as they had their best clothes on for the big fête. All in all, a fun day!

I put up a photo album from the holiday... be warned though, the first few pictures are of the sheep getting cut up, so if you want to skip that, click the first link:
Tabaski 2009 Photo Album (without butchering)
Tabaski 2009 Photo Album (with butchering)

I also put up more photos from a big hike that Matt and I went on in November.