The Man Pulling Radishes
Pointed My Way
With A Radish

- Issa (1763 - 1827)

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Heeding the Horn's Call

Today is Sunday, and I am at the Illustrious Quail Ridge Books and Music, such a mecca of learning and opportunity to support your local community that I woke up at 530am to get here 3.5 hours before it opened!
(so now that Mom's happy...)

Tomorrow I leave lovely NC for a year to head to the Horn of Africa, where I will be teaching English at a high school called Abaarso Tech in the small independent (though unrecognized) country of Somaliland. 

For those who don't know where it is, don't worry, I didn't either
The first leg of my tarantula-like journey starts tomorrow afternoon, when I fly to JFK. From there I will be taking Aeroflot (is it just me or does that name not inspire soaring birds and flight? especially the "flot" part...) to Moscow, where I will be connecting to a flight to Dubai. Because Abaarso Tech takes the liberty of creatively finding the cheapest possible way to get to Somaliland (hey, I would have done the same), I get to stay in Dubai for a day! Whether this means I will go Skiing, or play Tennis on the highest outdoor court in the world, or take in the view of a series of Islands shaped like a Palm Tree from the Highest Building in the World, I'm not sure, but at least I am excited to be visiting a place that was a large component of my Thesis (see previous post, keyword: notfun) if only for a brief amount of time. I can only imagine that the skyscrapers of Dubai and the lavish celebrations of Ramadan will create a sharpe contraste (why did i just put e's on those wordes?) to Somaliland and the little village outside of Hargeisa where my school is located. However, some people live of juxtaposition (not saying i'm one, not saying i ain't) and at least the comparison should be informative.

The next day, from Dubai  I fly to Djibouti (jokes encouraged) where its just a quite morning hop over to Hargeisa where hopefully somebody will meet me at the airport (please?).

That's all I can really say for now, rest assured, after I rest, I will tell you if this series of puddle jumps went at all according to plan, and will begin blogging (fingers crossed) regularly, about my experience in Somaliland and the hands on work that I will be doing there!

For now, i leave you with this, a Hand (not mine), on Somaliland.








 




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