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BBC reported over a month ago that Madagascar was having the largest outbreak of locusts in a very long time. However, ask any volunteer then what BBC was talking about and they wouldn’t have a clue. Grasshoppers are everywhere in this country; the people eat them as meals and for snack. However, I don’t think any of us have observed a humongous swarm of them destroying the crops. So BBC, I think you’re trippin’.

However, today I was sitting in my house reading a book and I hear repeating clangs on my tin roof. Thinking it was the start of a rain storm I ran outside to collect water in my bucket. Yes, shower night!! I got more than I bargained for. I was greeted by millions upon millions of locusts. Locusts landing in my hair. Locusts taunting Parasy and flying just out of biting reach. Locusts flying through my window, entering my house.

What did I do….well after the prancing around screaming ‘Eew, eew, eeewwwww’ swatting locusts off of me, I boarded up my house and sat in darkness before deciding to crack a window and take pictures to document this event. After all, I’m in Madagascar for only 10 more months and I’m probably not going to experience this again.

So BBC, I now know what you meant by a locust outbreak. And a locust cloud. And how absolutely absurd and yet normal my life is in this country.

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a close up of what I saw for one week straight

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Parasy confused as to what is going on..

My pit toilet is the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. I saw Aragog hanging from the ceiling. My sitemate Liz’s pit toilet is the entrance to Narnia. The Borrowers live in my house. A few months ago I was convinced a serial killer from Criminal Minds was in my ceiling. How did I realize there wasn’t anyone up there…shoved my dog up there to investigate. And Parasy has a voice when she talks to me. She’s more of a southern gal and speaks with a country swag as Usher coined on The Voice.

When we’re not working, we tend to either read books or watch media. I try to divide my time between the two. After all, I looked through the list of media I have consumed in this country and could feel my brain cells dying. Plus, I am no where even close to my goal of reading 200 books in country and that is something I want to accomplish.

I’m revisiting books from my childhood: Harry Potter, Lemony Snicket, Chronicles of Narnia, the One Last Wish Series by Lurlene McDaniel, books that were a requirement at school that I never appreciated: Ayn Rand, Aldous Huxley, Margaret Atwood, plus many others, and books recommended by the literary enthusiasts of my fellow volunteers and friends, Monica and Liz.

So if you have any good book recommendations, throw them at me. I would love to read your favorites and add a quote or two to my book journal and reading corner wall.

Slowly getting those brain cells back…one book at a time :)

America, is that you?

It’s been a little over a year since I have stepped foot in the land of English, fast food, and washing machines and boy has it changed. Yes Irvine and Tustin look just the way I left it, but in other ways it has changed completely. I took for granted random things like quick accessibility to food, free and fast wifi, multiple lane roads, customer service, and stop lights. Yes, I wrote stop lights.

When I first arrived in the US, at a layover at JFK airport in New York, my first goal was to get my hand on some oily, grubby fast food. I didn’t care about the high cholesterol that runs in my family and I probably inevitably have, I just wanted the food I had been craving for the last year of my life. However, I had to pass through customs and go through security again. Seems easy enough, right? Oh no, not for a Nielsen. “so ma’am, do you have any animal products to declare?….well not edible, but I do have a cow head in my luggage…excuse me, did you just say cow head?….yes, you know, a skull, but its been cleaned…so you have a cow’s skull in your luggage, that’s a new one. Ummmmmmm go ahead.”

At security, I forgot I had a bottled water in my backpack. Then I touched the bag to try and help open it and was told if I touched it again I would be asked to step to the side. I apologized and instantly answered in Malagasy, got an extremely strange look from the security agent, and then was informed they were going to rescan all of my luggage again. In the process, a Kindle inside a mailing box raised questions and was requested for a security check.

I’m sorry United States, I’ve gotten weird.

My first meal in the US you may ask….Burger King fries and Dr. Pepper. It took me a good 24 hours to get readjusted to American food and the flavors. Definitely a far change from rice and a little bit of meat which is what I eat day in and day out in Madagascar. And I hate to admit this, but Burger King, you let me down. Your fries are not what I remembered them to be. But Taco Bell, you saved the day, like you always do with your scrumdiliumptous Crunch Wrap Supreme and bean burrito (no surprise there).

It took 37 hours to travel from Antananarivo, Madagascar to Los Angeles, California. In the process I watched six movies, four tv shows, and marveled over small things like magazines, multiple electrical outlets, and bread that wouldn’t knock someone out if you hit them over the head with it. Why is there so many people speaking English??? What do you mean you don’t understand me when I say “azafady“…any normal person would know that means excuse me. Oh wait, I’m in the States, focus Christina, focus.

So here I am, at 6a writing this blog, my body still hasn’t and probably won’t adjust to the drastic time change, trying to decide what to eat for breakfast. The options! My entire vacation is in front of me, with seeing friends, sharing funny stories, and gaining the 20 pounds I expect from all the fast food consumption.

…”so this one time I stuck my dog in the attic to see if there was a serial killer living in there because of a Methloquine hallucination……………..ooooooooo In’n'Out!!”

When I first joined the Peace Corps, I wasn’t expecting to use my college degree all that much. Hospitality Management in a Third World Country. I’m thinking that hotel training and restaurant management is probably not on the list of first things that the people in this country are worried about. However, two large projects have fallen into my lap the last month: the Hostel I have already talked about in previous posts, and a high-end café in my village. Website development, marketing education, and financial education have consumed my life these past few weeks. And now product development has been added to that list.

I never thought HRT 484 would ever play a future role in my work. Culinary Product Development and Evaluation was the class I had signed up for two years ago. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. It should have been obvious from the name of the class. For some reason, I was under impression we would be creating products to be used by restaurants. Those absurd machines that can both boil and chop eggs at the same time, open a can of tomato sauce and warm it before it’s even out of the can. But in actuality, we were divided into groups and paired with restaurants. We had to develop a new menu item for each restaurant, test it, and present it to the organization the last week of class. My version of cooking for the first 21 years of my life, sticking a individual frozen meal in the microwave. So you want me to create what?? You’re kidding yourself.
But I also have the philosophy that whatever I start, I finish. It probably dates back to dropping 2nd Semester Calculus my senior year of high school. I hated having to drop that course because I just didn’t it get it. The first day of HRT 484 scared me so much, I almost dropped the class. Especially when our teacher Dr. Chesser told my group we were going to be working with Red Lobster, while every other group was working with a mom and pop shop. No pressure, no pressure at all. I don’t think my expert skills of pressing 1 0 0 ‘start’ would come in handy for this class.

But I decided to stay, thinking this would be a great opportunity to learn and see what it took to make a new menu item for a restaurant. The class was by far the hardest class I ever took, required more time and commitment then the units allotted to the class, and was a lot of pressure for a senior in college to deal with. But my group pushed through, created not just one, but three new menu items for the California chain of Red Lobster, in which case, one was taken to Alpha and Beta testing in Florida, and while our exact fish taco recipe didn’t make the menu, a variation of it was rolled out this past year. Sure we can take no credit for it since it was a school project, but I’d like to think that we four small Collins College students made an impact on a large food chain…right Louis, Marisa, and Adrianne?

So with that class under my belt, the last place I would expect to whip out my HRT 484 skills would be of all places, in a rural village in Madagascar. However, that’s what I’m doing currently. Balika is a quant hotely (café) that is located along the side of RN7, a major highway (if you can call it that) in Madagascar. The atmosphere and owners are very welcoming and love when customers come in. They cater to the higher end customers, the Malagasy population that have some if not any discressionary funds, and you can definitely tell that from the look of the establishment from the street. But that’s the problem, customers. Right next door to Balika are three tiny hotelys. Each has maybe three small tables, enough to squish in ten patrons if everyone nearly sits on each other’s lap. Each sells the same items as Balika but for a cheaper price. Currently, Balika averages three to four patrons a day. Coffee hotely, credit hotely, and soup hotely (as my sitemate and I fondly call them) averages in the upwards of 60. So the problem therefore lies in product. Why go to Balika for pork and rice, if you can go to one of those other three hotelys for maybe half the price? Yes, Balika takes care in properly preparing their food, cooking their meat to the correct temperature and for the right amount of time that you won’t get sick. They SurEau their vegetables, meaning they clean them in a bleach-like solution that will make them sanitary for non-nationals to eat (sidenote: SurEau is essentially one of my best friends in country. When in doubt, SurEau it.) And by far, Balika’s food is the best tasting in town. But villagers in Alakamisy don’t care if the meat is safe to eat, the vegetables are clean to digest, the food tastier than the others. They care about prices. And I’m not going to go tell Balika to lower their prices. They have a great reputation in town, just not enough customers willing to spend the money to eat there. Think of it this way, would you ask Wolfgang Puck to lower the price of his meals because the restaurant next door sells the exact same thing for a fraction of the price? No, because they’re paying for the service, the experience, the quality of food.

So this got me thinking, how can Balika still cater to high end customers but have more money coming into their organization? First I thought, Friday karaoke nights, a Monthly Movie club, etc. All great ideas I might present in our next meeting. But then I came to the conclusion, what Balika needs is something that other hotelys don’t have. A food item that is not easily copied by other hotelys but easy enough to make. And affordable enough that villagers can come in, eat it, and be on their way. They can still provide their amazing food for the customers that wish to eat at the establishment, but also have a reputation for having the best/only ice cream, chocolate pudding, fruit sandwich, etc in town. An inexpensive food item, with a large profit, and a constant income of money into the business.

Now, all I need is a food item to test on the general public….

Petition to DreamWorks

If being a Peace Corps Volunteer has taught me anything thus far, it’s to believe in myself and never give up. I have become more confident in myself and started standing up for my beliefs, something I probably would not have done a year ago. But I came to the realization that if I can isolate myself from friends, family, and culture, and throw myself into a foreign lifestyle with one of this world’s most unique languages, I can do pretty much anything.

This brings me to the point of this post. When any volunteer in country tells their loved ones they are going to be serving in Madagascar, the most common response is some snarky reference to the DreamWorks movie series, ‘Madagascar’. “So you’re going to live with talking animals?” “Are there really penguins?” “Don’t forget to say hi to the dancing lemurs.”

The fact of the matter is the country of Madagascar has not seen any money from this movie franchise. DreamWorks has made billions of money off of using the name Madagascar without any reference or giving back to the people of the country that they use the name of. Madagascar is one of the poorest countries in the world, with most of the population living off of less than $2 a day. It is so biodiverse and many of the plants, animals, and insects found on this island can literally be found nowhere else in this world. Even though some aid has been provided, it is not enough. The country is in political turmoil and lack of education on environmental conservation/protection is causing rainforests and land to be destroyed.

One of my close friends in country started a petition asking for DreamWorks to give something, anything back to this country. As a fellow volunteer myself, I have thrown all my support behind this petition. So please take some time to read and sign the petition and forward it to friends. You can make a difference!

https://www.change.org/petitions/dreamworks-animation-donate-a-portion-of-profits-from-the-madagascar-movies-to-madagascar

The first half of this last week, I conducted a hospitality training in Antsirabe, Madagascar. I focused on social networks, marketing, and expectations of hotels, especially hostels. RAVAKA is an tourist organization that has decided to convert the second story of their home into a hostel. They have asked me to help this happen, and I can’t be more thrilled.

In between sessions, a fellow volunteer and I decided to make a podcast of Malagasy sentences. It started out as a joke, something to pass the time while Cyclone Felleng raged outside. But after an hour of brainstorming, we became very serious about it. Before we knew it, we were recording it and editting so we could share it with others. We went for sayings as outrageous as possible, some things we actually say, others, things we want to say, but may not have to guts to.

So please, sit back, and mazatoa.

And as a preface, one of things we want to say but don’t is that we will eat children. Parents in this country tend to tell their children that vazahas eat children if they misbehave. Sometimes, if the situation is right, we want to play on this myth; we don’t, but it doesn’t hurt to dream. So just think of that when you listen to our podcast. :)

Thank you readers!

The other day, with unlimited internet at a PC Meva in Fianarantsoa, I finally went through my unread emails in my inbox. Over 1000 emails, oops. Things got a little out of control there. WordPress, for the new years always sends out an email covering your year before, number of views, most viewed blog post, etc. It’s always fun looking at the information and reminiscing over the previous year. This year however, they decided to include a photo of the world, and mark all the countries where your viewers viewed your blog. I was expecting the United States and Madagascar to be the only countries colored. Because obviously, my friends and family live in the States and I’m serving in Madagascar. However, I was surprised to see that 90 countries were highlighted. Ranging from just one reader to thirty readers, there are 88 countries with readers besides the States and Mada. So to anyone, anywhere, reading this post right now, thank you for showing an interest in my writing (no matter how sarcastic it has gotten) and thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to read my entries. One year of adventures down, and one year to go.

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