So a few weeks ago, my mother sent me a package in the mail, and enclosed was a set of silverware, which I had requested. Four spoons, four forks, and yes, four knives. I had requested that she send these because the silverware that I had bought here in the 'Bique was apparently not engineered to withstand the frequency with which I eat. My mother's package came just in time. The silverware set she set me was actually quite nice; nicer than anything I would have picked out for myself, which I guess is just proof of a mothers love. Anyway, [View Full Entry]

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No time for text right now, but it is coming soon. For now, here are pictures of a conference I went to where young Mozambicans learned about art, theater, photographys, and journalism. The other set of photos is from a recent trip I took to Cape Town South Africa, where I met a Canadian. [View Full Entry]

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I do not have time to post a lengthy entry, but I will explain the pictures I am posting, and the video that probably will not make it due to its size. Gaining my name back, Peace Corps style. I believe I explained this in my last entry, and since I know that everyone reads every word I write here, there is no need to explain it again. That sign is taped to my front door. I built a book shelf. Like all my other home improvement projects, it took about 4 times as long as it should have, it looks [View Full Entry]

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Not a long entry today but just a few pictures. I spent the last 4 days in town where my organization is setting up a group of people that will do the same thing as the group of peple I work with in my town. Natually, I was called upon to offer my expertise, so I relinquished and helped with the 4 day training. At the end, each participant graduated and was officially crowned "peer educator". A training in Mozambique is slightly different than a training in the States, in the sense that the participants periodically interrupt the training sessions with [View Full Entry]

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Alright, I have received enough e-mail lashings to know that it is just been too long for my adoring public since my last blog entry. I thought that writing was part of what was keeping me sane here, but clearly, all of you back in the states rely on it much more heavily than I do. Please accept my apologies and take my word that I will do everything in my power to not deprive the good ol' U S of A (oh, and all my fans in Canada and Austrailia as well) of my witty prose and penetrating insights into [View Full Entry]

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Here is my real address. Sorry for anyone who may have sent something to the other address, or maybe i should just say, sorry mom. Jimmy Schneidewind, PCV Caixa Postal 395 Praca Da Bonga, N 24 Quelimane Mocambique Another entry coming, I promise. [View Full Entry]

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So I spent a weekend in a place called Ile, where myself and all the other volunteers from Zambezia got together for "Zambeziapalooza", which also doubled as a "pig roast-a-palooza". Ok, enough with the paloozas, but that is the background for these few pictures that I will be posting. Lets just say, although Wilbur might have been "radiant", it was probably just because of the oil and garlic that was spread on him right before we ate him. [View Full Entry]

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Just a few pictures of what my house looks like. Plus a new creation. [View Full Entry]

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So I know it had been a while since I last wrote, and maybe the one or two of you who read this are a little curious to know what the hell has been happening to me over the last month. I will get to that, but first, I want to tell you all a story of courage, bravery, and a person succeeding despite bumbs in the road, and against all odds. So, if you have skipped ahead to look at my pictures in true 1st grader fashion, you will already know that I shaved my hair into a mohawk style [View Full Entry]

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So I originally put this paragraph last, but I figured I should put it first, because I don’t think it would ever be safe to assume that anyone who began reading a blog entry of mine would actually make it to the end. I want to say that after 10 weeks in the ‘Bique, I still know nothing at all about Africa, and next to nothing about Mozambique. The things that I have seen and noticed, are just that, things that I have seen and noticed. This blog is not meant to be a description of what it is like [View Full Entry]

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