With the buzz of a wonderful week behind us we are now getting all the little things worked out that make the project spectacular. This following week we are having a different kind of training. EnviroLoo maintenance! Basically, we don't want the schools to have to outsource the maintenance of these waterless toilet units, so EnviroLoo is sending out an instructor from Johannesburg to teach the schools how to care and maintain these toilets so that they will be odor free and the ashen waste can actually be used as fertilizer in the garden. It's difficult to convince people that it's okay to use on their gardens, but at least this is a step in the right direction. More to come on that. The landscaping is coming along nicely, and the parking areas are being defined soon (with grass at three locations and stone at Madwaleni). We will be receiving some recycled plastic benches for the team seating areas as well as seating for the mamas around the laundry facilities. Malabela, the last to get done, is finally finished drilling the borehole and although it is not the great yield of Masibonisane or Madwaleni, we are installing a pump that will work with the smaller volume. It will just take a bit longer to fill up the tanks. Now I realize that many people haven't seen the fields in a while so here is a little view of how nicely they are coming along. Here is Madwaleni's finished ablution block. Once the landscaping is done it will look fantastic.
Here is the laundry facility and garden.
Their garden is amazing...you can see spinach, cabbage, and beetroot among other things.
...and they have already had a training for the community members who wish to garden at home as well as here at the school.
Here is Masibonisane, whose grass has taken off.
There is a beautiful berm around the whole field which makes it look like a bowl. Trees have been planted on it to provide wonderful shaded seating for the entire field. It also will help keep the soccer balls from going to far. Here is a picture of the buildings from the top of the berm. Masibonisane's garden will go in the area behind the toilet block.
And finally...Malabela...the grass has not been planted there due to the borehole not being connected yet, but we are expecting that to happen next week.
Oh, I almost forgot the goals. They are a wonderful spectacle...the wheels serve both to make them mobile as well as a counter balance so they don't fall over on a windy day.
Finally, it wouldn't be a Lorrie blog without something out of the ordinary... On the day before the close of the season, our neighbor, William Davidson, invited Jason and I, and Tony and Stacey (a married Peace Corps Volunteer couple staying with us) to go with him to hunt crazy fish...oops...I mean crayfish in Mapelane. I was thinking of the freshwater things that resemble miniature lobsters...however, we soon found out that here in South Africa, crayfish is the term they use for what we would call rock lobsters. Oh yes, that's right. We were going lobster hunting! While William got his gear on, an amazing array of wetsuit, heavy clothes, long socks over his arms, a weight belt, heavy duty rubber gloves, water shoes, and a snorkel, we kept our shorts and tees on and slipped rubber gloves on. Here is a picture of William sans the gloves and snorkel...but he does have the socks in his hand that would eventually go under the gloves.
And here is me, gearing up for battle, getting hungry for rock lobster
We walked into the ocean and immediately William disappeared underwater, with only his foot in sight. He wrestled with the rock like it was the Greco-Roman Olympic sport. He was playing a game of wits with a stubborn lobster. The lobster won...In the meantime, we were getting so hungry and frustrated that we started shucking oysters and mussels off of the rocks and eating them. It was lunchtime after all. We changed locations to a different set of rocks and hit the jackpot. I was guarding an exit under one of the rocks (William calls it wicket keeping), and no sooner had he gone to the other side to grab them, one came shooting out from under the rock directly at my face. As brave as I thought I was, a let out a huge underwater scream and of course didn't grab it. It was a lot quicker than I imagined and it quickly went back under the rock after seeing my snorkel covered scream. In the end, William caught six lobsters and gave us three, which we didn't deserve. Jason, Tony, Stacey, and I didn't resist though...we were tired from wrestling with the rocks and the rough water for five hours. In absolute utopia, and along with 20 fresh mussels, we ate these...
I'm just gonna stop the blog at that. Next week is EnviroLoo training and close encounters with cats. L