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This is the Escola Secundaria De Inguri in Angoche, Mozambique. The school building, seen in the last photo, is rented from the community Islamic center by the school. In the picture, the right half of the building is a mosque. The left half of the building has 4 classrooms, which can be seen in the other photos. There are roughly 80 to 100 plus kids per class and hardly enough desks for all the students. Consequently the majority of students sit on the floor. I had to sneak the one photo of the students studying so that they wouldn’t get distracted by me taking a picture of them. Commonly a Mozambican classroom is majority male students. My best guess is about 60% to 80% of a high school student-body in mozambique is male. In Inguri, it’s the opposite. There is normally 60% to 70% female students. Beyond some theories, there isn’t a defined explanation for this phenomenon, but it’s refreshing to have classes with a balanced roster of boys and girls and classroom dynamics.
Found a flea on my body #actualsize #peacecorps (at Angoche)
My home - Angoche, Mozambique A couple other volunteers came and visited me, and I was embarrassed to tell them that I had not yet visited the beach even though Angoche is right on the Indian Ocean. Probably the most simple and satisfying highlight of the trip to the beach was discovering that my town has flamingos! This is also my first time really trying out black and white photography. Let me know what you think!
Dia dos Trabalhadores - Internationals Worker’s Day
We live right on the street the parade went down.
Outside of Angoche are two beautiful sites to explore: Missão and the Aeroporto. The Missão, or Mission, is an old missionary complex that was left to ruins after the missionaries who once ran it decided to discontinue there work there. The pictures only show the church and the old portuguese boarding school, but there was also a collection of buildings in a different part where I imagine the people that ran the place lived. It’s searched up above a beautiful lagoon. Today it’s all owned by the Ministry of Education here, but nothing is done with it and maybe some squatters live in some parts. The airport wasn’t easy to get pictures of because how much nature took over the area. It used to bring relief aid in during the war in Mozambique. We were told that during wartime, it used to take over a day an a half to travel by ground to Angoche from the provincial capital. Today it takes 5 hours in a private car. Some old things have been left in the airport like an old fire truck and two flight school planes, but nothing else.
At the end of my first year in Nacuxa, Matt and I were site changed to a new home, Angoche. We had a security issue where an organized group of robbers entered our school and robbed the school in Nacuxa. We were unaffected, but it was security issue the Peace Corps did not want to risk happening a second time.
Angoche is the complete opposite from my old site, Nacuxa, minus the fact that I live in the same province and still live close to the ocean.
In short, I went from a rural town in the middle of nowhere with stick huts and thatch roofs to a city with running water, paved roads, and multi-story apartment buildings.
My personal house was a rather simple with a large backyard, no running water, and lots of bugs, critters, and snakes. My new house is a second story apartment with no yard, 3 bedrooms, running water, and loads of privacy.
I used to teach in private upper level technical school funded and ran by a Catholic missionary from Spain. I now work in an “incomplete” government secondary school (it stops at 10th grade) that rents classrooms from the Islamic community center and mosque next door.
My classes used to have 30 students of 18 to 24 year olds. I now have classes of 90 to 100 with 14 to 17 year olds.
I could honestly keep listing the differences, but if you are wondering, I’d say there have been more pros than cons in my site change. It wasn’t what I originally wanted because my old site was my first home for me, but it has been a great time in my new home.
Most people don’t realize the size of other countries until they see it compared to their own. This is Mozambique in comparison to the U.S.A. It’s a lot bigger than you might think!
It was late in the evening and the tide was beginning to fill in the channel. The sun had already set to our backs, graying the colors of the mangroves. Matt and I needed to cross the channel befor...
I mentioned my friend James several times in my recent series of photos I posted from a trip I recently took with him. This is the link to his blog about our trip. I took the pics. He wrote the story. I hope it all matches up well, but it’s definitely worth the read, because I think he writes really well. His story here goes with my post: “1st Semester Break: Part 3 - Cabaceira Island.” Cheers!
1st Semester Break: Part 3 - Cabaceira Island The last part of this semester break series of photos. All photos were taken with my iPhone. Read the photo captions!
Here is the blog post of my friend James who I went on this trip with. His story goes with the pictures I took.
https://movingmountainsinmozambique.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/major-necessities/
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1st Semester Break: Part 2 - Mozambique Island Check the photo captions. Again, took these pictures with only my iPhone.
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1st Semester Break 2015: Part 1 - Crusse Beach I gave captions all the photos, so look through the pictures to get the stories. Oh yea, and all photos here were taken with an iPhone. No fancy camera. Just my iPhone. Cheers!
Feira de Ciência! Science Fair! My roommate Matt, who teaching chemistry and physics, will be taking these students to the provincial science fair for Nampula. What did they make? Something that desalinizes water. How did they make it? 1 large coffee can 1 metal pipe 1 large piece of banana tree 1 cinder block 1 small stick with some string 1 cup Fire Mud
How does it work? Boil the water in the coffee can. The coffee can has a metal pipe, sealed by mud, that catches the water vapor. The pipe is put through a piece banana tree, with part of the banana tree cut open to expose the pipe. Water is poured over the pipe and banana tree branch to condensate the water vapor. At the end of the pipe is a stick pressed against the opening to catch the condensed water vapor and drops down into the cup at the end. Just keep the pipe at a small downward angle towards the opening to make sure the desalinated water flows out.
Final result: água doce! Fresh water!
Talking walks and pics of our puppy.
Selfies with students! They told me we were going to be serious.
We got a couple things going on here in these pics. The first one is puppies, obviously. If you can’t count them all, there are 8 of them. As of now, 2 of them have new homes, 1 disappeared in the night (we really don’t know where it went), and 5 are still living on our back porch. The mom of these pups is a school dog, but has essentially abandoned them. Sometimes, she will come up to our house, and the puppies will starting chasing her. The mama dog then runs away from the puppies, and the puppies come back to us all confused. The other pictures were from a Sunday morning when I accompanied the missionaries at our school to a small community where they join in on mass and hang out with the community for a while to chat.
The building there is the church. It’s built with criss-crossing sticks tied together, and the one, and only, wall is made of mud and clay that they pack together. The roof is a bunch of thatch and grass.
In a couple of the pictures, you can see one of the missionaries sitting in front of a group of ladies and children. She and another lady from the community were explaining things that these communities lack information and knowledge on, for example, Malaria and female health care. The local lady was doing the translation to the local language, Makua, since only a few know how to speak Portuguese. The only other picture I wanted to explain is the dirt road from inside the car. That’s a segment of our dirt road to our town. It’s 13 kilometers to the highway (7 plus miles), but can take up to 30 to 45 minutes to travel.