This is my new house! I recently moved from one that is just outside of this picture. It is super old, has cracks running down the walls, no running water, a tin roof that heats up like a hot plate during the day, tons of termite damage, but its just what I needed.
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We went to a small village called Nxamasere to watch the sun set one evening and found a group of mokoros (traditional canoes made out of a single hollowed tree). Naturally I had to hop in one. Sorry about the little girl in the background...she's having almost as much fun as me, clearly.
A local bringing a mokoro back in.
They are often used for fishing because they glide nicely through small, shallow channels.
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I went for a walk one morning and literally almost bumped into this guy in the bushes outside of my back gate. By the time I took this picture he was retreating to the river.
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Crocodile Hatching (yep, you read that right). There is a crocodile farm about 10k from my village where another PCV (Peace Corps Volunteer) is living. They breed Okavango crocs for skin, meat and also for educational/conservation purposes. We have visited it a couple times--the first time to take a tour and collect eggs, and the second time to help a nest collected back in September hatch!
We collected these eggs from a nest in one of the enclosures. They will stay in an incubator for 90 days until they are pulled out to hatch (which we helped with!)
Literally peeling off the shells. Some of them had already broken through, while others needed some help. They were super slippery!
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I helped out at a holiday party for OVCs (orphans and vulnerable children) on a farm in Mohembo, the village right near the Namibian border. Even though my face painting skills are mediocre at best, for a crowd of kids who had never had their faces painted before, I might as well have been Monet.
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Who let the adorable cat out of the bag?? That would be me.
Meet Tsala (Setswana word for "friend"). She was 8 weeks old when I first got her from an old Hambukushu lady. I carried her home in the sack you see below, and the first night, which she spent in my bathroom, she was terrified. But by the next morning she purred right before I left for work, and she hasn't stopped since. I knew we'd be buds. :)
Tiny Tsala in a big sack.
Tsala on her favorite perch in my new house. She likes to keep an eye on the birds in the tree outside from here. And she can look down on the dogs, too.
That's all for now, more to come soon :)
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