Thursday, September 28, 2006

Sneads Ferry Safari


This was the picture on the front page of my local newspaper this morning. This little guy (who was 12.5' long, 500 lbs and roughly 85 years old) was run over and killed by a car while trying to cross the road. Doesn't he know only chickens are supposed to do that?

That sucks for the gator, but I feel bad for the driver who hit him. I'm sure the car has a good bit of damage, but can you imagine how freaked out you'd be? My heart starts pumping 1,000,000 beats a minute every time I run over plastic bag that looks like it could be an animal. And you know anytime you hit something big; cat, dog, deer, whatever... your first instinct is to get out and see if it's okay. The person who hit this thing probably didn't see it either, so I'm guessing they didn't know what it was. If I ran over something that big I'd think I had hit a person (or a few people.) Can you see someone getting out of their car and running to see if someone was okay, then realizing what it really was!? "Are you Ooo-Oh Shit!!! Oh Shit! Get back in the car!!!" At that point you'd hope it was dead, otherwise you'd have one pissed off gigantic alligator on your ass!

The scary part is, this is not the only huge gator in the area. There are lots of them around here! About a year or so ago my dad was down close to our beach house in Sneads Ferry, NC (only about 30 min from here) where he was helping a friend put his boat in the water. He walked across the street to a little fresh water pond and noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a huge alligator sunbathing on the shore just a few feet from where he was standing. And like any sane person, my dad became infatuated with the gator and would show up at the pond and try to coax it out of the water so he could show it off to whoever he brought with him. He soon discovered that the alligator was not alone. It had 3 friends. These were no small alligators either. When I went with my dad (yes I was suckered in to going to gawk at the big reptiles too) we managed to make enough of a ruckus to attract the gators attention and the gator swam over to where we were standing. He got to about 20 feet away from me when I decided that he was close enough and it was time to get back in the car. In all honesty, we were probably so close that we were past the point of no return... If that gator had wanted to eat me, there is no way I could have gotten out of the way. I would have been a delicious snack.

It was just about the same moment, when I decided to go back to the car, that our little gator friend decided to play hide-n-seek. All of a sudden, he just disappeared under the brown murky water. That was it, I was out of there, but slowly... Very slowly. From inside the car I could see that two more alligators were swimming over to where my dad was standing. That was fine, but it was very nerve-racking to know that there was one gator hidden under the water, just by the shore, and another that could be anywhere. My dad decided he didn't want to be a reptile snack either and he joined me in the car. Luckily, we probably weren't in all that much danger because those alligators were probably pretty full. How do I know? Because as soon as we got in the car a local (shirtless) redneck rolled up in a beat-up golf cart with a beer in the cup holder, a raw chicken in one hand and a baby sitting on his lap. For a more accurate visual, picture Britney Spears with no money mixed with the Croc. Hunter (RIP) and that's about what this guy was. Pimping around with a baby in his lap and then dangling it out around alligators. Thank god he didn't chuck the wrong thing into the pond!! Mr. R Neck told us that he fed the gators on a pretty regular basis. I still can't decide if that's a good thing or bad. On the one hand, if they aren't hungry, they might not eat you. On the other hand, the better fed they are the bigger they are, and these were at least 8 feet.

I find it ironic that people keep asking me what kinds of crazy animals I saw when I was in Africa. I saw a few lizards and a praying mantis and that's it. If you want to see some real animals, go to Sneads Ferry! At the beginning of this summer my dad tried to open the front door of the beach house and just as he was reaching for the door knob, he noticed a copperhead wrapped around it. This summer I almost hit a bobcat with my car less than a block from the beach house. So, within a few blocks of nka bengebow ka kokojiso (my parents beach house... Hey, a tiny bit of bambara still remains) you can be killed by a shark, alligator, copperhead, bobcat and a bunch of other scary animals we haven't had to deal with yet!

...And on an all together different note, I am officially finished taking all malaria medications!! Yay!!! Hopefully now the insomnia, crying spells, and slight depression will start to fade away as the mefloquine and primaquine fade out of my blood steam.

...And on an even better note, I got a new job yesterday! Yay!! In just a few weeks I'll be moving to Charlotte and getting back to my regular life in a new architecture firm. I think Charlotte and I will be a good fit. In the past two years, I have lived (some more briefly than others) in the following places: Raleigh, New York, Alexandria (DC), Mali, Jacksonville, and now Charlotte. Ya know, I think I'm ready to stop trying on new cities, countries, and continents and just stick with one.... And it looks like the Queen's City it is! This isn't exactly what I had planned for my life right now, but what fun is a plan anyway? I just go where my heart tells me and my feet take me and hope everything turns out okay, and so far it has... Thank God!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Now What???

Well, the Peace Corps didn't last quite as long as I had planned and now I have...

  • No apartment
  • No job
  • No car
  • No plan

When I was in Philly at the Peace Corps staging event before leaving for Mali, I saw this quote from Georgia O'Keefe written somewhere:

"I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life -- and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do."

That's as true now as ever. As disappointed as I am for not staying in Mali, I'm still proud that I went at all. I did the best I could with the circumstances I was given and that's all I could do. And honestly, the hardest part of the whole experience (as short as it was) was leaving. Never have I ever (haha... good times) felt so awful in my entire life! I did a lot of crying the day I decided to leave, and not because I wanted to go home, it was because I felt like I was disappointing everyone; myself, the Peace Corps, my new friends, and the entire village. I can't even describe the gut-wrenching emotion involved when you have to stand face to face with the members of a village and basically say, "I'm not going to help you, I'm going home now." Especially after how nice they had been and all they had to do to get you there. And it's not like you can just sneak away in the night, okay, you probably can but that's not what I did, even though the thought crossed my mind, I decided if I was going to leave I was going to have the balls to not just disappear.

Once that was all over with, I had to sit with the country director and tell her that I wasn't going to stay. That might not sound so difficult but, if you've ever met Kateri, Mali's director, you'd know how hard that is. Especially, when she's actually being sympathetic and says that out of all the people, she never expected you to ET (early terminate). Luckily, by the time I got to talk to Kateri, I was all out of tears, mostly due to dehydration but tear-free none the less.

Being back at home hasn't exactly been easy either. The first night I was back I was ecstatic. Then I woke up the next morning, not to the sounds of a rooster or donkey, and realized that the experience I had waited so long to have was already over. I don't know about anyone else but I have to prepare myself for things. When I move out of an apartment, I walk around and take one last look at everything. When I leave a job, I take pictures of my desk and save funny emails that I received. When I know there is only one more fudgecicle left, I lick every last drop of chocolate off the stick to savor the flavor. I didn't get to do that with Mali. I assumed I was going to be there a long time so I never even took my camera to my homestay village. I don't have very many pictures at all. I don't know how to contact some of the friends I made there. Some of the people that I really cared for, I never even learned their last names. I just assumed there would be plenty of time for that. Oh, how I was wrong.

Now I find myself breaking down and crying at bizarre times, like on the treadmill. I decided since I didn't really go into the Peace Corps, I was actually just at Fat Camp (yay for losing 10 pounds!!) I might as well try to keep it going by getting on the treadmill every now and then. Then, I can't seem to figure out if the wetness on my face is sweat or tears. I think it's both. At least the physical release of crying makes the working out easier and makes me run faster, so maybe that's a good thing. Although, I'm hoping the sudden outbursts are just side effects of the Mefloquine (the anti-malaria drugs I still have to take for 2 more weeks) I'm hoping that once the crazy pills are out of my system I'll get out of this funk and start feeling like myself again. I've felt like I've been in a fog for quite a while now. Here is a little snipit of the side effects of this literal crazy pill...

"...neuropsychiatric disorders have been reported such as: sensory and motor neuropathies (including paresthesia, tremor and ataxia), convulsions, agitation or restlessness, anxiety, depression, mood changes, panic attacks, forgetfulness, confusion, hallucinations, aggression, psychotic or paranoid reactions and encephalopathy. Rare cases of suicidal ideation and suicide have been reported."

I'm hoping it's just the meds and not just me. Hopefully this funk of mine will pass soon. I can't take feeling this way for too much longer. Unfortunately, tomorrow I have to start taking another anti-malarial drug for the next two weeks. So, for the next 14 or so days, I'm going to be a nut-job!!! Great. Oh well. One day at a time, I guess. At least tomorrow I'm also sending out some resumes so that gives me something to look forward to. We'll see how that goes...

If you are reading this, then I'm impressed... you just did a whole lot of reading!!