Marshmallows in Mozambique, Part 2

The advance team on it's way to Mt Rube

Something magical happens during a camping trip. Maybe it's the cool clean mountain water, or the improved taste of simple hot calories. Maybe it's only being separated from others by a thin piece of nylon, or the bond formed by exhausting work.  Maybe it's the long stretches of time spent with few people, or the deep conversations inspired by few distractions. Maybe it's finding really vulgar noises hilarious, or sharing old family jokes with a whole new crowd. Maybe it's fully drinking in a magnificent vista or encountering isolated waterfalls that you're certain to be pioneering. Whatever it is, somewhere between leaving home with your life in backpack and washing the mud off of blood red blisters upon your return, something changes.

Over this past weekend, the Escuteiros de Alto Molocue went on their second trip to Mt Rube (or Mt Rupi). Thanks to the generous donations many of you made to my Peace Corps Partnership Plan, and the exhaustive efforts of my counterpart Juvencio, we weren't forced to depend on the generosity and patience of the Italian Padres who live at the mountain. Instead, the scouts we fully prepared with all the equipment needed to run their first zero-impact camping trip!

Eric, Dylan, and Monis at our campsite

Our journey started on Friday where I led an advance team of scouts Tojo, Rosario, Monis, Izildo and PCVs Eric and Dylan to the mountain in preparation for the rest of the group's (23 in total) arrival. Besides for Eric and Dyan, everyone else in this group had hiked to the mountain the previous year and understood the implications of 17 km (10 miles) on foot. Unfortunately, some of our new Chinese-made backpacks hadn't received the memo, and malfunctioned in protest. Despite these minor setbacks, we made it to the mountain in good time and got to work preparing our picturesque campsite. Having only experienced and hard working scouts there made the brush cutting, latrine digging, tent pitching, firewood fetching, and water carting pass quickly. Though we were tired from carrying the majority of the group's food and equipment to the camp, we decided to use our free afternoon to climb to the highest peak of Mt Rube. Having never done this before, I was excited to accomplish something that had been on my Molocue bucket list since 2011. Drinking in the 360 degree view from the 1282 meter peak, the combination of exhaustion and a cold that started that morning hit me full force, making the descent quite difficult. Between a powerful cough, stuffed nose, painful breathing, splitting head ache, tense legs, and fully developed blisters on my feet, it was the worse I had felt in a long time. Arriving back at camp as night fell, I crashed onto my sleeping bag into fitful sleep, waking only for a spaghetti and cheese sauce dinner. 

Our fully set up camp of 6 tents and 23 scouts

The following morning arrived with excitement for the day to come, but not much improvement in my condition. Knowing that I had the morning to relax and gather energy, I took my time waking up, eating breakfast, and preparing for the day. On my way back from a refreshing bath in a mountain stream, I ran into the first of the scouts arriving that day, and went down to greet the rest. Seeing them all in good health and high spirits, and to know that it was Juvencio who had organized and led them, made me feel infinitely better. Soon, we had gotten everyone settled into camp, had our traditional rules and plans talk, and reunited over a hearty lunch of beans and rice. 

 Aldo, Eunice, Carina, and Juvencio handing

the new scouts their uniforms

Afterwards, our troop divided into patrols and got right into the meat of scouting: community service. As we had done last year, each patrol was assigned to either clean out animal pens, chop wood, or carry cinder blocks at the construction site of the new monastery. Once done with our tasks, we washed up and hiked up to the lookout point for the weekend's main event. As night fell, the older scouts built a fire and we began our initiation ceremony, using many of the same speeches and metaphors from last year.Though seeing the 12 new scouts faces light up as they received their shirts and neckerchiefs made me smile, what made me happiest was seeing Juvencio and several of the older scouts run the ceremony from start to finish. After all the worrying I have done about whether this troop would be able to continue after I leave, the sight of local leadership making our newly minted traditions their own melted all my concerns away. The combination of happiness, relief, and cold induced delirium, made the following dancing and signing especially entertaining.

Tojo and I watching the fire fade

As the fire died down, and everyone began to feel the exhaustion of the day, the scouts started to make their way back to our camp. Wanting to savor the moment, I lingered behind with Tojo, Juvencio, Dylan, Eric and a few of the other older scouts. Sharing the view out to Alto Molocue with my closest friends in a place I now call home made me truly appreciate how lucky I have been with the events and people surrounding this time in my life.

The master cooks at work:

Tojo, Dylan, Rosario, Monis, Belito

Sunday morning brought a much more relaxing day. We woke, ate a boiled sweet potato breakfast, and got dressed for church. As with the previous year, Padre Andre had asked me to read the day's section of the old testament in Hebrew and so I spent much of the morning practicing from the copy of the Torah he had lent me the day before. After some gospels and hymns, I was invited up to the lectern of the small chapel and began to read Zechariah Chapter 12, verses 10-11. Fortunately, this year's passage was much more applicable to scouting, talking on the benevolence of the house of David to the people of Jerusalem. Following the service, we returned to our campsite, and our expert cooks prepared a tasty lunch of dried fish with tomato sauce and xima (boiled flour staple). The afternoon had been set aside for sessions on HIV/AIDS, Gender, Leadership, and general Scouting Skills, but between my sickness and the scouts desire to explore the surrounding valley, we decided to just hold one session: Chillaxing 101.

The new leadership and I at the closing fire:

Rosario, Carina, Juvencio, Aldo, Euncie

As night fell again, we prepared a dinner of rice and beans and carried the pots to the location of our final event, the fogeira de conselho (council fire). After eating, we went through what went well and what could have gone better during the weekend, what were going to be our projects for the upcoming year and who would be the leadership to implement them, what various members had learned at the JUNTOS workshop (another condom demonstration) and what was discussed at the government youth group meeting.  Once all the serious stuff had been taken care of, we moved into the more entertaining combination of songs, jokes, games, and s'mores. Since less than half of the scouts had been at the previous fogeira de conselho, most were marshmallow virgins, and were taken by surprise with the sweet sticky ball they were presented with. But after roasting them and adding the essential graham crackers and chocolate, they joined the millions of other scouts who have enjoyed this tasty treat.

19 scouts, 2 leaders, 1 happy troop

Monday morning, we prepared to make our way back to Molocue. After taking down the tents, cleaning up the campsite, closing up the latrines, and making one final check for trash, we packed our stuff and left the mountain. Arriving back at home, I noticed that everything in Alto Molocue looked a little cleaner, smiles a little larger, laughs a little heartier. All the world was shinning at me, and I was shinning right back at it. You could call it relief at having a complicated event end successfully, or being high on anti-histamines and ibuprofen, or even just a sunny day. But I know that this was a sense of belonging and love that I never expected to feel so strongly from and for this adopted home. These last 5 months are gonna pass quickly.