Game Over

On July 5th the clinic was officially opened by the Ministry of Health. I was starting to get a bit nervous about them never showing up but, I think they figured if they opened it they wouldn't have to deal with me loitering outside their office every week. They also brought a delivery bed and a full drug kit that treats 1000 people for 30 days and promised to bring one every month with kits to the other clinics.

The village gave me a huge goodbye celebration with 2 goats and 4 chickens and plenty of monkoyo (maize brew). Nearly the whole village was there. They picked me up on a chair and thanked me for the work done in the village and of course gave me Gods blessings and told me they would pray for me (yes this is a serious christian country). "Zambia" literally translates to "god" in the local language.

On July 25th I was picked up in my village by a peace corps land cruiser. Hard to think that my days of shooting birds with slingshots, digging fish ponds, chopping down trees and cycling ridiculous distances are over, but it sure appears that way. Leaving the village was more difficult to do than leaving the states. I have that feeling that the chances of me coming all the way back to Kangaya are slim, but the chances of me forgetting any of my memories and friends will be impossible. Its hard to even think about being back in the states and having a real job and thinking about... whats next... I guess I've got a month in a half in Mongolia to think about that.