Goat dem mi seh

Whole heap of things to talk about over the past few months. And because I’m lazy, I’ll let the photos do most of the talking.

First, a few of my site in Portmore:

A scene of Kingston, viewed from Portmore (Waterford specifically, I think.) Those are the docks I ride past on the coasta into town.

The gullies don’t drain properly and as a result all the litter (that isn’t burned) is collected in the stagnant water, where algae and mosquitoes thrive. One of my secondary projects is trying to work with a recycling program to set up more recycling points in the city, and also to make presentations about the harmful effects of littering and burning of plastic and rubbish.

Here’s a view of my pad. I appear to be journaling at the moment. Oh, those potatoes on top of the fridge? I forgot about them for like a week, and they turned into brown mushy water.

My bedroom. The keyboard you see set me back almost my entire settling in allowance, but since I could not bring my accordion down it was an essential purchase.

And now, GOATS!!

NUFF GOATS!

GOATS AND BABY GOATS! (kids!)

Fellow PCV Matt inoculating some goats. The injections are antibiotics, which prevent the goats from getting worms, making them healthy so when the time is right they can be turned into delicious, delicious curried mutton.

The inoculations are part of a project by my agency, Food for the Poor, where we aid in the goat rearing at a local prison in Spanish Town.

Matt’s done this before, but this was my first time. I was a little hesitant my first few goes, and one of the goats bucked and bent the needle in half. Later on I was shaking a bit, but was able to prick, inject the full 10cc of antibiotics, and release the goats in about 5 seconds, which I hope the goats appreciated.

A somewhat disturbing portrait of me. There’s just something sinister about someone smiling behind shades dripping in sweat and holding a loaded syringe in latex gloved hands.

This one I just thought looked cool. It’s a close-up of the zinc roof on the model double unit house at the Food for the Poor office. I took it as part of a quality control guide for inspecting the houses in the field after construction.

That's all for now. Next on my agenda is trying to join a local reggae group and become the "token white guy" on the keyboard. Wish me luck!