Things are moving along here in Salone, albeit very slowly. People in Kenya always used to tell me "No hurry in Africa" which I'm finding to be the case on this side of the continent as well. Perhaps it's the perpetual and unrelenting heat, for which I don't blame people one bit when they move slowly. Kenya was essentially the lap of luxury compared to here. The power in the house I am living in comes on maybe once a week, if I'm super lucky. In fact I don't think it's been on at all the last two weeks. We do have a generator, but can only afford enough petrol to run it for about three hours every evening. So I've become a regular at some of the air-conditioned, wifi-enabled coffee bars/restaurants in town. I'm relatively certain the owners of these places are getting pretty annoyed with me, seeing as how I seem to spend more time on the wifi than what the food I buy is worth. Oh well. It's working for now.
I've been here over a month now and sometimes feel like it's been MUCH longer. Work is progressing slowly, as is my fluency with the kids at school. I'm finding all the same issues with the kids here as I had with my kids when I first got to Kenya, only it's more so here because these kiddos are younger and have less language and vocabulary. Even simple things like asking "why?" or "how?" seem to not make sense to most of them. But with time my kids in Kenya and I came to understand each other perfectly, so maybe that's all I need here, too.
I have lots of things to say, mainly general observations that seem interesting to me, and might be to you as well, my dear readers. So here they are, in no particular order.
- Water comes in bags here. Sure, you can buy bottled water, but the water everyone drinks is packet water; little sealed 500ml packets of good, clean water (as far as I know, clean!). One huge bag of about 20 packets is 3,000 Leones, which equates to less than a dollar. I think at a country concert I paid $8 for a bottle of water one time. Crazy. Anyways, I'm finding the packets are actually much easier to carrier/store/have and I now seem to not be able to leave the house without one in my mouth. At least it's easy to stay hydrated!
- Speaking of money, the exchange rate is anywhere from 4,200 - 4,500 Leones to the dollar, and it all depends on where you change your money. There
is an official exchange rate, I believe, but it doesn't seem to matter much to anyone. The banks like to make money off their exchanges, as do the guys on the street who change money as well. There's also an issue with bills that are dated before 2006. You get less for them, for some odd reason. Luckily, I've found a nice supermarket where they change my bills for 4,500Le every time. I will keep going back there. Plus it's air conditioned and has every cleaning supply under the sun, which I love.
- Speaking of supermarkets, Indian are to Kenya as Lebanese are to Sierra Leone. In Kenya it was always the Indians who owned the big supermarkets and shops and restaurants. Here, it's the Lebanese. I've met some very nice Lebanese people while being here, who were born and raised here, second or third generation Sierra Leonean. They all seem super pleasant and have been giving me good exchange rates, so I like them :)
- Continuing with the money, EVERYTHING (besides packet water) is expensive here in Freetown. I had to pay $35 for a pillow and a carton of strawberries I saw at the supermarket near my house was about $19. Phone credit is expensive, internet is wildly expensive (and horribly unreliable), and because just about every decent food is imported, it's all expensive as well. So crazy.
- I seem to get stared at less here, which is nice, and unexpected. I've had other white ex-pats tell me they get bothered SO much here, but I really think Salone is nothing compared to Kenya. I couldn't walk into town in Kilifi without getting at least one marriage proposal, a multitude of kids chasing me for money or sweets, or just 20 different people who wanted to say hi to me. Here that happens MUCH less frequently. I think a lot of it has to do with the lack of tourism in Sierra Leone. I could be totally wrong (and perhaps this is rude), but tourists generally have a different mentality about foreigners, especially in Africa, and it really comes across in a place like Kenya. Here, without all the tourism, the white people only come to work, and get stuff done, and I think that makes a big difference. Either way, it's kind of nice :)
- Everything here is spicy, and I'm slowly acquiring a mouth of steel because of it. Sierra Leonean people put SO many tiny hot peppers in every dish ever, that it's hard to actually taste what you're putting in your mouth. While eating I spend half the time wiping sweat off my face and blowing my nose, all because of the spiciness. Dad, you wouldn't do well with Sierra Leonean food :)
- What's the staple food here, you ask? Well, besides tiny hotter-than-hell peppers, they eat rice. Also rice. Oh yeah, and rice. Sometimes with the rice you get chicken or fish, and that often comes in what's called "groundnut soup" which is basically a spicy peanut sauce, or ground up cassava or potato leaves cooked in copious amounts of palm oil. And peppers. Did I mention they use a lot of peppers? I've been told palm oil is super unhealthy because of all the fats that are trans or saturated or something, but a few months of it won't kill me, right? I also eat a lot of mangoes and bananas, and pasta, and a LOT of bread. At school for lunch the kids who don't bring their own lunch eat bread. Sometimes there's butter (solidified yellow fat from a tub) or mayonnaise with the bread, but mostly it's just bread. At the beach I eat lots of fish and chips, and occasionally I pay a boatload for a relatively mediocre salad. Needless to say I'll be needing a few weeks straight at a salad bar when I get back stateside.

- My brother asked me a few weeks back what the craziest thing I've seen so far was. I told him it was tied between two things: 1) I saw a guy carrying a fridge on his head. Mind you everyone carries EVERYTHING on their heads here, but this was not a dorm fridge or something half-size. This was a legit full-sized refrigerator, and he just walked on by me like it was made out of foam. The funniest part was he had a little entourage of kids running along behind him with the inside parts of the fridge of their heads. Super cute. 2) People in wheelchairs have a hard time commuting from one side of town to the other, or at least getting
into a taxi. Their solution (as I've seen multiple times) is to roll into the street and grab onto the back of a moving taxi or bus and just speed away. Obviously this looks incredibly dangerous, and surely is, but I guess if you gotta be somewhere you gotta be somewhere.
- Freetown is like an African San Francisco: SO many ridiculously steep hills! I believe "Sierra Leone" comes from the Portuguese phrase for "Lioness Mountains," which is very appropriate. So other than increasing the size of my thigh muscles (either from holding on for dear life on the bike of a motorbike or actually walking up the hills) this lends itself to some breathtaking photo ops.
So all in all things are good. I've been making lots of plans for projects at school and balancing that out with numerous days at the beach and lots of local beer :) I've got funds to get some renovations done to the school building (which was built in 1961 and has had precisely zero maintenance on it since then), purchase some ASL dictionaries and find a way to get them here, do some teacher trainings, and more. Fingers crossed I actually get something accomplished!
Hope all is well wherever you are, whatever corner of the world you may be in at the moment :) I will leave you with a classic Shub photo of some super great deaf kids.
Love and hugs from dusty and unbelievably hot Salone!
~ Shub :)
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