Friday, December 24, 2010
The final blog ... 2010 in closing...
Just in time for the end of 2010 I'm closing this blog as I plant my feet back in East Africa for a different adventure and challenge. 2010 has been a roller coaster year of emotions, adventures, challenges, new experience and new beginnings. People travel for different reasons and this year was about me exploring all those things I never got the chance to do – I still unfortunately have not done them all but it seems to me that once a gypsy always a gypsy and you are never satisfied, always looking for the next challenge. South America, NYC, Laos and more of Asia are still on my hit list of places to be exlpored but Im grateful for the year (the year that just flew) that allowed me to see and experience so many things that many people in this world will never experience or undestand – from ashrams to temples, to rivers, to gutters, to slums, to palaces and travelling using planes, cars, trains, ferries, piki piki's, buses, trucks, camels, donkeys, feet and kites – I'm grateful for the adventure that has been so far.
The highlights of the journey this year are as follows (in no particular order):
*Teaching English in a slum school in Inida
*Visiting the Taj Mahal - AGAIN
*Spending a day in silence at the Golden Temple, Amritsar, Nth India
*Studying dance in Pushkar, India
*Attending the 1st ever Bellydance festival in Istanbul, Turkey
*Attending the Hilldrez Gypsy Festival in Istanbul, Turkey
*Roaming photography on the streets of Istanbul
*Becoming Godmother to my favourite cousins child in Greece
*Attending the Sacred World Music Festival in Fez, Morrocco
*Seeing Ait Ben Haddou Unesco Heritage Site outside Marrakesh
*San Juan Festival, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands
*Being in Barcelona for the World Cup & Spain getting into the final
*Dancing in the rain at a street festival in Madrid
*Driving at night in London
*Studying and performing Tanzanian dance in Arusha
*Meeting my Indian sponsor child
*Meeting my St Jude's Tanzania sponsor child and seeing her everyday!
*Teaching my St Jude's standard 6 students dance routines
*Being in Stonetown, Zanizibar for Ramadan
*Seeing my shit-eater cousin from Italy after so many years
*My first ever safari on a school bus with St Jude's kids
*Attending Holi festival in India
*Attending the elephant festival before Holi in Jaipur India
*Attending my first ever real Indian wedding
*Travelling Spain with my Mum
*Seeing my first ever Masai
The list could go on and on but these are the one's that I remember most this year. Meeting my sponsor child from India was very emotional for me and living in Africa heart breaking.
In 2011 I wont be travelling as much but it's my intention to start travelling East Africa while I'm here to tick some more countries of my list. Thank you to everyone who has followed me on this journey in 2010. Sometimes when I havent written I've received emails asking what's wrong and that's when I realise Im not alone on this journey – you've all been sharing the experieence with me it's just that Im the one suffering the stomach bugs and empty bank account! :)
I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more madness in 2011. Have a Merry Xmas and Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Granada, Spain - Oct 2010 OLE!
Ah Granada! A friend from the Canary Islands told me that he thought Granada was a place that I would love since I'm into the whole Middle Eastern thing. Well during the first couple of hours being in the city – that being trapped on a full bus in the worst traffic I've experienced this year with a suitcase and road works as far as the eye could see – I was questioning what on earth he was talking about. For the first time in a while since I started travelling I felt like I really had lost my sense of direction and couldn't nut my way around even with maps here. This was freaking me out as I usually am little miss navigator. Eventually after much broken Spanish – ok 1 or 2 words like Donde Esta – we found our hotel and I started laughing thinking it looked way too grand to be what I booked on the internet. Thankfully I was wrong and we had a completely refurbished hotel complete with flatscreen tv, AC and funky décor – it was a brilliant change to our initial intro to the city. So me being determined that I cant be lost in this city, we set off to explore the town on foot and for me to do a little photography. What a gorgeous city and easy to navigate after you have something to eat ha ha.
We decided to take yet another tacky open deck bus tour which was a brilliant idea yet again, as I got my bearings where all the main sights were. The main reason for me to come to Granada was the architecture of the building from the Arab influence, the World Heritage listed Alhambra, the gypsy villages and the Flamenco dancing in caves.
OK so I found heaven and that first night in town I seriously considered cancelling the rest of my plans and staying in Granada to study Spanish and Flamenco from the original gypsy families. This is still an option down the track but for now I decided to continue on the Africa path until further notice. So for the first night we booked a brilliant night out through our hotel. A bus load of us we greeted by a gorgeous Moroccan girl who much to my pain could speak 5 languages fluently – kill me now!
So first up we visited the gypsy village area – up a steep hillside district with cobblestone streets, lampost lined streets and pretty little terrace style homes. It was hard to believe this was once a undesirable area to live and now the gypsies live on goldmines! We walked about the area and made our way up to a look out that had beautiful night views over Granada and across to the Alhambra. I really felt like I was in my father's village in Greece up there overlooking the town below. As some stupid tourists complained that they had to walk the pretty cobblestone streets in their high heels – Take them off princess! - we continued our way down the hill and back on the bus to the highlight of the night a evening in the gypsy caves.
I knew I was in heaven as we walked up the stairs to the caves, I could hear the thumping of the Flamenco shoes on the wooden floors, the husky voices and classic guitar pouring out the door, into my ears and through my veins. Yes dramatical but you had to be there! Did I mention I rushed in and got the best seat in the house – the exact seat that Michelle Obama had when she was there – if it's good enough for her its damn well good enough for me!
Oh I couldnt stop smiling as they stomped away on the timber floor, sipping my sangria amidst taking photos and video of the excitement. The whole cave setting just rocked my world!
The other most amazing and almost I missed the whole thing – the Alhambra – F*k me what an amazing place – sorry its the only way I can describe it. The UNESCO heritage listed site is brilliant with its Arabic architecture. They only let in so many people per day – I think it was 2000. The first day we completely missed it so we thought lets arrive early the next morning and catch the morning sessions (you can enter the grounds during the morning, afternoon or evening session) thing is that morning we were kind of lazy and slept in so we missed the morning session and when we arrived at what I thought was 2 hours early for the afternoon session, they had already sold out of the afternoon tickets! I was in shock as that was our last day in town and that was really why I was there! After queuing for 30 minutes I walked back to mum all teary eyed like a kid who missed out on ice cream. I cracked it – mental meltdown moment (MMM) and then realised there was a night session so I had to qeue up again – this time for another 30min and just as Im at the front of the qeue they make an announcement that they are nearly sold out of night tickets – I was peaking and desperately wanted to pull everyone out of my way as this was my last chance – I got to the booth after nearly stranggling some girls in front who wanted to buy all of Spain – when I finally get served I get told Im buying the last two tickets – thank god!
So we had both garden tickets and evening tickets – talk about complicated ticketing system. We decided to spend a couple of hours and see what this garden was all about – brilliant!! It took us hours and hours to get through those gardens not to mention that it decided to torrential rain on us with no umbrellas or raincoats but we continued and I was determined to take photos with my SLR in a plastic bag with a hole in it for the lens! We were shivering and it became ridiculous but mum really understood how important it was for me to see this place in its entirety and if we didnt do it now we wouldnt have time at night.
After thawing out back at the hotel and eating it was time to get on the bus back again to the Alhambra for the night session – after much jostling in the line for prime position we were let in and can I say it was so worth all the drama!
I have never seen architecture at any site in the world as amazing as this! Not the Taj Mahal (only my favourite Wonder of the World so far) not Angkor, not the Pyramids – just amazing. I couldnt stop taking photos of the beautiful patterns. Actually a lot of the architecture reminded me of Morocco in particular some of the old buildings I saw in Fez – but certainly more extravagent.
That night when we left the Alhambra there was no taxis about and someone had told us we could walk into town in about 20min, we were a little worried about security but then I spotted on of the guides walking in that direction and when I asked him which way was town he said “Follow me”and we did and it was a beautiful walk all down hill through beautiful greenery that we would have gotten lost if we didnt keep up our brisk pace to keep him in sight. As we got nearer to town we knew it straight away as the streets became alive with everyone out eating dinner, socialising – al the things that everyone does in Spain post 11pm. Granada was pretty – we had a sketchy introduction but it was so much more when you scratched beneath the surface. I forgot to mention I found a whole suburb of vintage stores with 2nd hand clothes – one in particular full of 2nds leather jackets so I was in heaven. I will be back to Granada and perhaps even for a 2-3mth stint to learn the language and the dance.
Next blog... Bye Bye Barca
Monday, December 20, 2010
Cordoba, Spain Oct 2010
You know sometimes when you just cant be bothered and wonder why you are making yourself go to all the effort. Well this was an example of how I was feeling on this particular morning in Sevilla. I had read my trusty Lonely Planet and decided that I was up for the challenge to nut out a day trip to Cordoba as it was only a couple of hours away. But it's the transport dramas that really makes me not want to bother – getting up early is another reason too! So we manage to get up at the crack of dawn, skip breakfast, catch a bus to the train station – where we stocked up the most delicious crossaints and freshly squeezed orange juice.
The train was smooth, fast and showcased beautiful scenery. Just the day before I had a run-in with the vending machine that took my coins when I was craving a chocolate but never gave me the chocolate! I started to push and kick the machine whilst keeping an eye out for security guards – mum to the rescue put in more coins and got me 2 chocolate bars – phew! Well this same drama happened again on the train (yes there are vending machines on trains in Spain) only this time it didnt give me my water! I came back to my seat with a long face only to tell my story to mum and have her burst into fits of laughter – what do you call vending machine anxiety???
So after a short and beautiful trip out to Cordoba we arrive at a new station and within moments find the tourist information centre who advise that we can catch the bus right outside the station door – all true and he dropped us right in town. I found a gorgeous old bridge with a statue of Mary on it. As it was only around 8am when we arrived I got some great shots with the sun in the background and it looked brilliant behind her!
We went into the most amazing mosque now converted into a church – the Arab style archways were amazing. The detail that the church architects went to just to ensure that they could outshine the beauty of the mosque – fail in my opinion. I loved it there. Then we decided to roam the narrow streets of the town and found many little gift stores selling handicrafts from leather.
There was a beautiful old nights castle that we also visited and rested in the most amazing gardens, whilst enjoying gorgeous views over the town. Of course I had another tapas and Spanish beer craving so we ended up in yet another bar drinking beer with just enough time to giggle and stumble up to the main road and somehow fluke our way onto a bus back to the train station for the trip back to Sevilla. Its a beautiful town and definitely worth the day trip!
Next blog.... Granada
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Sevilla - Oct 2010
The very first time that I came to Spain as a 19 year old, Sevilla (Seville) was a city which I visited but only by night – a very drunken sangria one which had me dancing like a stupid tourist on stage with the live Flamenco performers (cringe). Thankfully now that I am many years wiser, I managed to restrain myself from such foolishness and the closest stage I came to climbing was the train platform :). I really didn't recall Sevilla being so big! Nor do I remember our partying Contiki tour passing through the HUGE cathedral – lets leave this subject all together shall we?
The cathedral really was amazing and I loved it even more because of the still standing tower and courtyard from the original mosque that they built over. At 70 years (by only 2 weeks) I managed to make my poor mother walk up 34 ramps of this minaret that once has horses walk to the very top everyday. It was completely claustrophobic as it just went round and round forever! Another thing I didn't remember about Sevilla is the gorgeous horse-drawn carriages – they are brilliant and I have no shortage of photos to prove it. The owners on the other hand are grumpy men who threaten tourists with the horse whip if they take photos of the horses and not purchase a ride! I saw it with my own eyes – thank goodness the police just turned up!
Sevilla is also the city with gorgeous hand painted tiled for street names and a lovely square to stroll in. The tram also services the university and until this trip, I really didn’t realise that its a University city! Aside from seeing the uni campuses, I learnt this fact first hand, as mum and I did happy laps on the city circle bus lines, where on a Thursday evening you scratch your head as to why there are so many Gen X students carrying plastic bags on the bus – its called carrying your alcohol, munchies and Marijuana for Thursday university night! Just like in Australia! I have never seen so many drunk uni students anywhere!
We went on a tour of the bull ring in Sevilla and by the end of the tour, I knew enough information to realise that if I actually went along to a bull fighting tournament, I would probably leave in tears!
I found an amazing store with vintage Flamenco posters from the 1950's and 60's that promoted upcoming Flamenco Fiestas and bull fighting tournaments. I lost my mind and bought two posters and a million postcards – which are all now proudly displayed on my bedroom wall!
We also found a little riad (Moroccan style home) that showcased a different Flamenco dancer, singer and guitarist each night for a small crowd. It was amazing and shat all over the Flamenco Opera in Madrid. On our way back to the hotel that night again we were shocked to see the streets buzzing with activity and the BEST EVER selection of tapas bars that I have experienced to date in Spain! I cant wait to go back there just for the selection. We ended up being addicted to a tapas pub that had the most delicious tapas and cheapest price ever. Suddenly I realised that I LOVE Spanish beer – and for a none beer drinker from Australia, this was a true miracle. I was craving beer like Homer Simpson for the whole day! Mum on the other hand got her “nut” fix – I grew up listening about her stories and love of chestnuts – you should have seen her face when we saw the chestnut guy roasting them. I soon learnt that perhaps my temper is not only from my father, but also my mother as she got angry that the bottom of her newspaper cone filled with warm chestnuts, in fact had 3 burnt one's. She was eyeing the guy off the whole time we sat nearby eating them, and continued to drive me “nuts”saying she should go over there and tell him she wants replacements! Needless to say I ensured that we bought more chestnuts or Castanya for mum over the next two weeks in Spain!
Next blog... Cordoba
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Barcelona Riots - Oct 2010
When Mum and I were leaving Athens to fly to Spain, we had been told by cousins that the very next day there were to be union strikes on transport across the EU, so we were very lucky we were booked on flights that day before! People had suggested riots etc but I really didn't pay much attention. So that second day in Barcelona we decided to walk from our hotel into the city (20 min walk) and soak up the lovely scenery on the streets of Barca – in particular the gorgeous building facades. We arrived in town and Las Rambalas was a ghost town. It seemed everyone knew the metro, taxi and buses were not working today so spent the day lazing in their hotel room. There were a few stores open but all had security guards that were not normally out the front.
The golden rule when you need to use the bathroom when travelling – you can always rely on the golden arches (Mc Donalds). But even they had their roller doors half down at 10.30am. The word on the street and we had seen it on the news that morning (albeit in Spanish but we got the jist of what they were saying). So everyone was avoiding Las Ramblas fearing a riot would break out. It seemed all peaceful but with only a couple of shops opened we headed down to the beach for a stroll. A couple of my friends live in Barca and were expecting to have a baby any day whilst we were there. We arranged to meet them that evening in Las Ramblas at the Zurich building cafe shop, which apparently is the meeting point for most locals. A few hours before we were due to meet I received a text message from my friend advising that it would be safer to come to her apartment near Station de Sants as the riot was expected to commence at our agreed meeting time.
So we agreed and slowly walked back up to Las Ramblas – the scenes that we were greeted with was crazy. We realised that something wasn't quiet right when we saw the huge bins they have on the roadside for residents to use – tipped over in the middle of the main street which was now very empty. There were police absolutely everywhere! Some were trying to pull the bins off the road and back into an upright position – the rubbish spilling all over the roads was disgusting.
People were picking up the pace with their walk and getting where they needed to go fast. The closer we get to the centre of town the more damage we see. It wasn't just the rubbish bins blocking streets, but smashed shop front windows and an awful lot of graffiti across shop windows criticising capitalism and corporate greed. Shop window after shop window the paint cans had sprayed their messages loud and clear for all to see. I was turning into a journalist as I was madly taking photos -
I couldn't believe my beloved Barca had turned into the early stages of a war zone!
By the time we got to the top of Las Rambalas we met the riot police and there was an overhead police helicopter watching the crowd. Somehow mum and I were right at the front of the group of police in riot gear armed with tear gas, rubber bullets, shields, helmets and batons and there is me and a little 70 year old! I couldn't help myself and took a heap of photos just in-case they attacked the crowd when no-one was actually moving. You could actually see in the crowd the young trouble makers who were just there so they can be violent and a nuisance. I decided it was not safe for us there and that it was time to head home, so we weaved our way back through the crowd and continued down the street to our hotel. The destruction was everywhere and by now all stores were open before were quickly shutting down after hearing that the protesters had gathered nearby.
Things calmed down that night but watching the news we discovered that whilst we were strolling down at the beach, revellers had set alight a police car – it was very chaotic and we seemed to be just behind the excitement all the way. It was certainly a side to Barcelona that I never imagined possible – my mum got to see European passions flare and got to experience Barcelona with no shopping :(
Next blog... Madrid
Madrid - Sept 2010
Madrid...as a true Spanard one should say “Mathrid”. What can I say but the city blew me away. I really wasn’t expecting much but WOW if I got this excited about a concrete jungle, then I really do need to get me to NYC! Perhaps it was that I miss the buzz of the streets at night in Arusha or the lack of live entertainment options? Whatever it was I loved it. We booked a Hostal on the main drag not far from Sol. I wasn't sure what our accommodation would be like, but we were pleasantly surprised as we arrived into the foyer of a gorgeous art deco building with one of those old cage lifts. The owner or “Signora”of the home welcomed us in only Spanish. She looked at mum and I and decided we must be Spanish, so off she went a hundred miles an hour. Mum understood what she was on about and I managed to throw in the very multi-lingual “si” when she breathed so we could talk. Firstly and importantly I want to get to one of the many live Flamenco shows, so that night off we went to the live Flamenco ballet – it was different and I couldn't concentrate as there was a Spanish Deuce Bigalow dancing up on stage! I much prefer true Flamenco than the fusion we saw – actually it was Flamenco Opera. Definitely you need to see it once but perhaps I would choose live Flamenco first if you can only afford one.
As I said the streets of Madrid at night were alive with street performers, couples walking hand-in-hand, a huge gay scene, streets lined with fashion houses and of course tapas bars. Like much of Europe, no-one was really out eating dinner until 11pm at night which still continues to kill me!
One evening we found a delicious tapas bar across the street from our hotel and ate a delicious Spanish omelette and tomatoe salad. I eyed off the opposite tables Paella feast and decided that the next night it would be in my belly too!
Like Barcelona, Madrid is another city where you walk way too many kilometres in one day! Thank goodness for comfy flat walking shoes! On our first night after the Flamenco Opera we walked and I followed my internal compass to take us back to the hotel. Somehow we managed to walk to the majority of the major tourist attractions so that when we did one of those open-deck bus tours the next day, we found ourselves repeatedly saying, Öh we saw that last night!” We couldn’t believe just how far we walked in one evening and also how much of a circle we made without even realising.
The parks in Madrid really are the most romantic parks I've been too (with my mum!) Just so big, green and perfect places to watch the world go by and fall madly in love (with my mum!). The main park, really is the local central park, with its very own lake and row boats that you can hire. There's a glass palace – which inside is a real waste of space, but very pretty from the outside. The gorgeous swans are also a great attraction and not to mention the two old guys banging out Buena Vista Social Club style tunes in the late afternoon in the park – you couldn't wipe that smile off my face!
There's a million art galleries in Madrid and pathetically we didn’t end up in one – it's just not our thing, I'd rather people watch all day. We tried a heap of different tapas bars and I really lucked out one day when I thought I would be smart and choose a heap of random tapas from the menu that I was sure sounded exotic – ended up being bland and pretty damn terrible!
The metro is of course brilliant, but sometimes I was so tired I'd forget we had to change lines, then would drive myself crazy as to why I couldn't find the station I was looking for. My poor mother in-tow watching me snap it at myself on more that one occasion! One evening I was coming out of the metro station wondering why there were so many people everywhere and loud music. When I made it up onto the main street I saw the best street festival ever! It was starting to rain but I decided you live once and I didn’t care that I was alone, I was going to dance with that crowd.
They played my song of the European summer for 2010 – Al ors Danse – Oh how much I love love love this song and when I heard it that night, it was no exception. Amongst a crowd of young drunken Spaniards I’m dancing in the pouring rain in my jacket with crap leaking hood and just making friends with the crowd. David Guetta tunes kept pumping so much that I had to look properly to see if perhaps he was there on the stage! It was the best free street party I have ever been to, and the rain just added to the atmosphere. Everyone was jumping up and down, madly pumping their fists in the air whilst gulping their Spanish beers. Oh it was up there with San Joan festival back in June – why does Spain know how to throw a party! Make me love you all more!! It turned out the guy in the crowd next to me was American and also alone that night as he assumed I was friends with the people I had been dancing with. He asked if I wanted company to go out to a club once the festival had finished, but I told him I already had a date – with my mum ha ha!
So Madrid I really loved you – my only complaint is that you have no beach!!! So for that reason Barcelona still wins but maybe one day I'll give you a chance and call you home x
Next blog... Sevilla
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Barcelona again...
Apologies its been a while since I last wrote but I have been trying to catch up with the last few months of life. Here we go again... more travels....
Back in early October my Mum and I decided to make a side trip to Spain thanks to the el cheapo fares on offer with Vueling airlines (love you guys!). First stop as usual... Barcelona!
After finding my way through the airport for a 2nd time in 3 months it was back on the Aero bus and on our way to town. A couple of stops before we hopped off as per our accommodations instructions we found ourselves standing outside what looked like and old warehouse. To my regret at that moment I see that there is in fact a doorbell which reads “Barcelona Rooms” I'm kicking myself for booking a hostel thinking we were about to walk into a rat infested building.
We are greeted by a lovely Asian lady who is also fluent in Spanish (im jealous of this fact). She checks us in at a temporary table (no office) and up we go a few flight of stairs to our level. We are pleasantly surprised at the sight of a clean entrance, smiling faces and a surprisingly quiet and non “backpacker y” looking place. As I mentioned it's in a old warehouse looking building and the owner has taken one whole floor which looked like an apartment before (a typical huge Catalonian one) and sliced the rooms to private accommodation. We booked a private double with our own shower and toilet – I didn’t think mum really needed to share bathrooms at her age.
Our room was at the end of the hall way and so cute! Inside a double bed, flat screen TV, side tables, clothing rack, electronic safe, our own private balcony and the coolest jet hydro shower!!! Mum absolutely loved sitting out on the balcony which over-looked the neighbourhood – she felt like she was back home being able to spy on the neighbours – ha ha – but in this case we looked into everyone’s balcony within the neighbourhood block.
By the time we settled in it was late afternoon with only enough time to take mum for a walk to las Ramblas to find dinner. I was on a mission for paella and sangria – embarrisnly they bring us 1 litre pints full of sangria with these huge ass straws - mum posed well for a pic with this. Of course no visit to Barcelona in my opinion is complete without a trip to my fav. Gelato store with the guy who works in there comicly known as my boyfriend between my friend and I who became locals in there for a few weeks – hey it meant we got served faster! Ha ha
We only had a couple of days in Barca then and again at the end of our trip but mum agreed its beautiful. My favourite was definitely strolling down to the beach with mum, sitting on the board walk and resting our tired feet in the sand while we watched the world go by, ate more gelato and had a great mum and daughter DM about life. A special moment that I wont ever forget.
Next blog Barcelona Riots.....
Monday, September 13, 2010
St Jude's testing - Aug 2010 (Arusha, Tanzania)
Every year from Aug through to December, St Jude's school open's it's gates every Friday to the children of Arusha to sit exams for their chance to gain entry to the school. St Jude's promotes the opportunity on local radio stations and of course its a very very popular and busy day at the school.
Local families who get the opportunity to send one of their children to the school will be very lucky as this will be a great help to not only the child's job prospects but also the income that they can bring in to support the family - it's different in Africa to Western countries - the family unit works together to put food on the table, pay for bills and family occassions like weddings, births and deaths.
So I was very excited to be a part of one of the Friday entrance testing days at St Jude's. There's alot to be organised amongst not only the admin staff but our security, teachers and gardeners who help chaperone and translate on the day. Buses need to be moved off site, security stepped up and processes organised. On the day I was to do primarily the photography of the day unfolding and then once things quietened to help monitor the children sitting their exams to help with questions, prevent cheating and accompany children to the toilet.
At around 12.30pm I went to the main gate and the crowd of mothers and children was already 200 strong at least! The parents waiting area in the main driveway was roped off and only children were allowed through to the waiting area. The gardeners and security staff did a great job chaperoning the children who obviously get restless, need water, toilets and often have a little cry as they want their mum's. All children are told to bring their own pencil so we check that before they enter they have a sharp pencil to complete their exam with. It might sound crazy that we cant supply pencils, but you must realise we have a few hundred children every Friday between August and December which would equate to too much money that the school as a charity cannot afford. Often we find ourselves sharpening pencils for the children who must press down on those things real hard!
It was a mass of colour outside the school gates. The children patiently sitting in the shade waving their pencils in the air and occassionally at their hopeful mum's in the crowd beside them. The mama's are beautiful - many in their best clothes and their children too as this is a big event for them and if their child is accepted today there will be great celebrations. The variety of kanga prints (African material that the women wear with bold African patterns) is amazing and eye candy for me. I absolutely adore the women who wrap the kanga around their heads - they look so elegant.
As th children start to move in lines with the hand on the shoulder of the person in front of them its just adorable, mums are waving and I imagine saying good luck, some of the children are proud and you can tell they are not sure what exactly all the fuss is about but they have their mum's attention and in a big family that's what counts. Some children see me - the only "muzungu" outside at that point and use it as their opportunity to practise their English. There is one little boy in particular with a gorgeous smile and I can see he is determined to talk to me, he's in his best clothes and only a tiny frame of maybe 8 years and with a huge smile as he walks in his line past me he says "Good morning madam, how are you today?" I can tell he's been practising this phrase and he decides since he did so well the first time why not say it a few more times to me since I'm smiling back at him and asking how he is. He melted my heart but I must continue with the photos and not show any preference by talking with them.
Some of the children are just too young to do the exam, let alone the reading test which is part one of the day. One girl was so cute and maybe 3 years - how was she going to read?? We tell the parents the minimum age, but they ignore trying their luck, so we give them the chance since they have travelled all the way but this little girl just stares at the paper and sweetly smiles at the testing teacher - she melts our heart and I take her photo as she is too cute. One little boy is in his probably only suit - it's beige and linen and makes us all smile.
Not only was it a fashion parade of kanga's that day with the mothers, but the other eye candy was the fantastic hair-do's on the children. I find myself going crazy taking photo after photo of these amazing hair-do's - I never imagine hair braids could have so many variations, I wonder if they have a menu card at the salon or does everyone know the name of each style?!
Most of the children are in the gate and still more pour through. Parents are outside now and can only see the sea of heads that contains their little one. We continue to keep the children in lines and based on height our gardeners place the children in lines according to approximate class levels. All the children have short attention spans and within moments of being in perfect lines they are in awe of the children's playground and the huge grounds of the school and the lines go astray along with children wanting to play. We all have a giggle as we try to keep them in lines and get them to focus on what they are here to do - but it's so adorable as they are in a zombie-like state looking at this playground equipment the majority have probably never seen.
Further ahead in the lines one by one the children are given a passage written in swahili and asked to read it to the teacher - this helps us do a fast cull as the children must be able to read Swahili to be considered for the exam. We would love to take all the children, but the fact is that each child needs several sponsors to be able to afford to attend the school and have their education paid for - and since this is a big investment of both money and resources, the school needs to be sure that the child has some promise of being able to apply themselves to their studies successfully.
The written exam which for obvious reasons I cant detail here, but I will say its very basic and things that children should know at the ages we are testing. Again it was interesting to observe the children in these conditions, because we and their parents understand how critical this exam is for their future - if they get through they have a very promising future ahead of them. But the number of children who sit there in a daze staring out to the playground or at just a fly going past was amazing and my heart sank that they were not focused. I found myself tapping on their papers to get their attention, smiling and pointing to parts of the exam to encourage them to keep going. Some children would get stuck on one part and they would just sit there staring at it, so I would encourage them to move onto other parts and come back at the end.
Of course some children are cheating and trying to copy off the person next to them - this is obviously not permitted and they will loose their opportunity straight away so we try to avoid temptation and keep them apart. Once they complete this exam in the allocated time frame we take and mark the papers and double check them. Those children who are not successful are sent out with a thank you note and welcoming them to try again next week and those that are successful are gathered together and brought outside doing a little song and dance celebration for the parents to join in!
Unfortunately though, the process is not over and these children and their families are now subject to house checks to ensure that the children really are in need and deserving of a free education as we have found many people who can afford to pay for tuition trying to send their children to the exam to get entry to the school. Again I cant detail exactly how we worm these families out but we do thankfully and provide a seat in class for a child in much need.
Being apart of the testing is absolutely amazing, I realised yet again just how important St Jude's is to the future of these children. One of my colleagues fought back tears as she had to accompany the children who were not successful and it was breaking her heart - it was breaking all our hearts but we knew why we had to say no and we knew that some of these children would be a yes.
If you have been reading my blogs and thinking about sponsoring a child I hope this has helped you consider or even action it. As you can hear there are alot of people involved behind the scenes at St Jude's and without sponsorship funds we would have to close the school, which means closing the futures of 1300+ children and the loss of incomes for 300+ local Tanzanian staff. Please consider sponsoring a child, teacher, bus or boarding room today and make a world of difference to not just one child but their community and the future of their country. Thanks for reading x
Sunday, September 5, 2010
10 Days in Zanzibar - heaven!
Zanzibar is a place I often heard of as a child like Timbuctu and Madagascar and I never really thought that they existed outside of the story books. Well Zanzibar does and it’s perfect! I decided that my trip to Tanzania would not be complete without a few days on this island so I traded up the opportunity to go on yet another safari and put this money towards 10 days by the see with just me!
For approx $240 AUD return you can get a 1 hour flight with Precision Air from Arusha airport to Zanzibar International airport. Most of the workers here go into town and pay the travel agent cash only to organize flights, accommodation etc but me being me decided to organize my own itinery and flights. Thanks again to the user friendly www.rumbo.com I was able to quickly work out which airline covered this route and book it using credit card, unlike the painful travel agents here.
Arusha airport is about a 30 min drive from town and 25,000 taxi ride (yes muzungu price as it should be much cheaper). I was a little nervous at the airport as we sit outside in diamond wire fenced off areas and wait for them to call us up – there’s no departure board - ok there is a chalkboard but it hasn’t been updated in a while. Checking was only one counter open for all destinations (Dar and Zanzibar ) and you remember those old scales you could stand on and put money to weigh yourself outside supermarkets – well that’s how they weighed your bag then some guy carries it off for you.
Some Italians nearby (and there were many for this next part of the trip) anyway, these Italians had the giggles as they watched staff push and pull out on of the smaller planes for people to board – glad this was not my flight but I certainly was worried when I saw it! The Precision Air plane came and it was smaller but brand spanking new – thankfully! The ride was smooth and I even got to see the snow-capped tops of Mount Kilimanjaro .
I wasn’t too sure what to expect in Zanzibar , all I knew is that it was Ramadan and the majority of Zanzibarians are Muslim so many businesses would be closed and that I should be covered. I was greeted by a young guy holding a A4 paper with my name scribbled on it and followed him to his van. It was as usual a little crowded with touts fighting for business but I’ve decided when I arrive in new places now, I’m a little over the excitement of getting a good deal for a transfer, so avoid the headache and pay a little more for the luxury ;). I had booked him through Eco & Culture Tours and was really happy with the manner they dealt with me over the email – fast, courteous and we understood each other. It took us about 20 min to get into Stonetown where I would stay for the first 4 days of my stay – it was not as “Arabian Nights” as everyone was making it – more a bunch of run down buildings with the white paint peeling and rusty corrugated iron roofs.
I arrived at the Hotel Shangani and was pleased with the façade and hoped the inside was equally as welcoming. It wasn’t over the top and at $55USD per night perhaps it was a little steep in comparison to guest houses near-by, but I got my own bathroom, TV, double bed, fridge and mosquito net – as well as a nice sunset view from my room. I could hear the call to prayer from my room - although I must admit it lacked the exotic sounds of those in Istanbul, Turkey.
I went for a walk around Stonetown that night and decided to sample the food at the Lonely Planet recommended Archipelago - part owned by an Australian woman. The servings are generous, reasonably priced and the staff polite. I was just disappointed that the ambience just didnt exist - I was really hoping for something with a Zanzibar feel rather than a typcial cafe from back in Australia. Also there were only a couple of true Zanzibar dishes on the menu and I found this a common problmen throughout the area - then again can I dare say this is true for all cafe's targeting tourists throughout Tanzania? I also tried Monsoon - the staff harassed me on my first night in town with all sorts of compliments and then when I decided to give them a chance a few days later the place was empty and I just didnt feel like I was in Zanzibar with a menu of burgers and salads.
I had a cocktail during happy hour at Livingstones - another Lonely Planet recommendation and at least this had some ambience, great staff and a perfect sunset location on the water - if you enjoy watching the locals argue about who is unloading the trucks and their goods as they come off the ferry - which I thoroughly enjoyed the circus! Strangely enough one night I ended up in a Indian restaurant and I must say the chicken tikka rocked! It's on the corner opposite Monsoon and Archipelago and is beautifully decorated. Everyone says that you must try the foods at the evening food market in Fordhani Gardens along the water and yes I agree. It;'s got a great atmosphere with tourists and locals out enjoying the cool evening air and a stroll within these gorgeous parklands - a real treat if like me you have come from Arusha where the closest thing to a park that I can find is a golf course!
It was actually perfect for a romantic stroll but on my first evening through this area I had to deal with a carload of Rasta's abusing me for not talking to them - needless to say my pocknt knife was ready to go in my hand as I put my head down and walked quickly to a well lit area as I was a woman alone at night - not so smart. In the actual gardens there are loads of stalls set up after sunset serving fresh seafood BBQ skewers of fish, meat, octopus etc. Zanzibar pizza - which I forgot to try so have an excuse to go back for - like I needed one! These markets reminded me of those in the main square of Marrakesh, minus the madness and with a more relaxed and romantic feel. I did get to enjoy these gardens on my last night in Zanzibar after befriending a girl working at the dive store I went out with that day and it was a beautiful walk complete with much missed ice cream :)
As usual I crammed so much into my itinery for the 10 days in Zanzibar, but I have no regrets I really had a lot to do. I managed to find a great local tour company - Eco Culture Tours - they were the one's that arranged my arrival pick-up from the airport as well as a half day city tour, dhow boat out to Prison Island and Blue Safari snorkel trip.
The half day city walking tour and Prison Island tours were both with my own private guide and affordably priced under $100 USD each. He took me on the slave trade walk, where they used to unload the slaves kidnapped from different parts of Africa and transfer them by sea bound in shackles around the neck, wrists and ankles and march them a good few kilometeres through town to the now St Monica's cathedral, where they were placed 50 persons per concrete room with a low ceiling and no food, water, lights or toilet. It was really sad and even the tour guide said that most Zanzibarian's have ancestors who experienced this terrible trade and it's soemthing they dont like to remember or talk about. It reminded me of the school in Cambodia where they torchered so many innocent people during the genocide.
After this historical insight her took me through the spice markets since the island is very well known for their trade in this as well as the central market where locals bargain daily for fresh fruits, vegetables, fish and meat. My guide was a little worried to take me into the meat market incase I would feel ill as it's open air and the stench of hot meat swarming with flies - but I insisted he take me through as I'm becoming immune to such smells and sights after witnessing the kids playing with guts in Kathmandu, the severed camel head in Fez, Morrocco and the open air butchers I see daily in Arusha. I really wanted to take photos but only managed to sneak one since its a very conservative Muslim community and I didnt want to upset anyone.
That afternoon I travelled out by dhow boat with my guide to the privately owned Prison Island - no longer operating as such a thing, but now accomodation for tourists as well as home to the huge land-dwelling turtles imported from Seyechelles, weighing in excess of 100Kgs each and ageing between 150-200 years old. I couldn't beleive how fast these guys moce - I had a handfull of fresh spinach leaves and I feared for the safety of my hand as I was charged by a grouple of these giant tutles all wanting a feed - it was a slow motiuon charge!
As we walked around the island, my guide and I discussed how he felt about the fact that a) it's Ramadan b) it's a Muslim city and all the tourists paraded around in bikinis on Prison Island and the surrounding beaches of Zanzibar. He said he did understand that it's culturally acceptable for us back hom, but was a little annoyed that tourists dont respect local customs and at least cover up once they have finished their swim. I really struggled to see girls walk around in bikini's in front of men who are trying to focus on Ramadan only to have naked bodies parading around them! So when the time came for me to swim and go out for a snorkel with my guide I was a little stressed about how to handle the situation so decided to wear my boardshoarts and singlet top into the water and then wrap up once I had finished my swim in a Kanga both around my hips and shoulders. I later decided to buy a rash vest from the divwe shop to wear for the rest of my swims on the island rather than feel disrespectful in just a bikini top or singlet top.
My snorkel of Prison Island was nice - a little scary since I have a fear of open water and here I was jumping off a dhow into the middle of the ocean by myself and totally going against my odd's minimising policy of always swimming in the ocean around big groups of people in order to minimise my chance of shark attacks :) I stayed close to the boat but once under the water didn't really care too much about sharks eating me since the coral and fish were so beautiful. I saw an abundance of sea urchins and starfish and these cute little zebra fish. I love the fact that my camera goes underwater as I have gone so snap happy this trip!
The following day I was driven out of town approx 45min to an area called Fumba where the dhow boats loaded with approx 14 tourists depart everyday as part of the Blue Safari tours. I think the owner is a Dutch lady and she is making a killing! She employs local staff to take out a dhow to different island for snorkelling and a delicious lunch on a private island. My boat had a mixture of Russians and Italians - there are an sbundance of Italian tourists in Zanzibar and I'm sad to admit that the majority of them are rude travellers. The family on my boat complained that they were getting wet on a boat (?!) and then I noticed that the wife's figers were laden down with heavily encrusted diamond rings - in Africa!!! Needless to say I changed boat as soon as we got to our first destination and met a lovely South African couple whom I became their 3rd leg for the day. The wife admitted as I was leaving she wanted to take me home and look after me - I have a feeling she was missing motherhood, but they were very sweet and we had some great conversations - like I learnt South Africans have a whole vocab of slang going on and I wrote out so many words in fits of lafter as they told them to me.
Aside from the great Eco Culture Tours, I thoroughly recommend One Ocean Dive Centre in Stonetown and also with a branch in Matemwe. You can get the 7am shuttle from Stonetown with them for $10USD and it takes an hour to their Matemwe branch where at 8.30am you board a dhow out to see for a fantastic if not the best snorkelling I have ever experience in the WORLD! Move over Great Barrier Reef I say - I felt like I was in an aquarium there was soooooooooo many fish around me - I just had to put my hand out and I could touch them. I saw sea snakes, puffer fish, octopus and so many fish I have never seen in my life. As we stepped out from the Matmwe dive centre onto the beach it took my breath away - I had only seen photos of white sandy beaches so beautiful and the sand was so soft. All I kept saying was wow and smiling. We boarded the boat and thank goodness I took sea sickness tablets as everyone was looking green about 30 min into the choppy ride. We dropped off the divers at one point then boarded the dingy boat to a reef that was mindblowing - I just cant describe the beauty of the marine life.
This reserve is called Mneba Atoll and I would snorkel and dive there a million times over and over again! Our snorkel guide was brilliant - there was me and a couple on their honeymoon and we would follow him around as he dove down to point things out to us. I was of course miss snap jap happy taking a million photos of everything that moved. One fish even came up to the camera and smiled - I was so happy. The whole hour of snorkelling here I had a dumb grin on my face and kept swallowing water because I would get excited and dive under forgetting to blow out. On the boat wwe were given a delicious feast of fresh fruit, samosas, chapati and some other local cuisine. I really didnt think that Indian food played such a huge part in the Zanzibarian cuisines - of course Im very happy about that fact!
Our second snorkel was equally as beautiful but with a few more snorkellers from other boats coming around. At one point there were these huge reefs that looked like cactus plants maybe 10mts below us and we swam over them I felt so insignificant but mesmerised! The water was so clear!!! We didn't manage to see the school of dolphins the divers saw on the way back, but I had my fixed of dolphins when I did the Blue Safari the day before and they had come up to the boat.
At the end of the day we pulled into a beach and had to get a daladala back to Matemwe as the tide was too low for the dhows too take us in. As we pulled into the shore a swarm of local kids ran towards our boats as they obviously know they will get paid to carry all the dive tanks and gear - all hell broke out and it actually got scary for a few seconds as they were just grabbing at everything and fighting to ensure they got to carry something. One of the white guys freaked and pushed a kid over who was getting rough - I didn't like that scene one bit and was closing to whacking him in the head with a tank I was eyeing off. Eventually they calmed down and all carried the gear up to the daladala's - we loaded into the back with the gear and prepared ourselves for a 45 min bumby ride along a dirt road back to Matemwe. It wasn't so bad as I befriended an Italian from Rome who works for Cisco,s o we hit it off and started talking our heads off. We were so similar in personality, life expereiences and interests that it spun me out. Then we found out we were both staying at Nyota Beach Bungalows, so agreed to do dinner that night.
The dive centre gave us a lift to our hotel along with an Israeli couple on their honeymoon. All four of us blabbed our heads off and the Israeli's later invited us to their bungalow for lunch - they only eat Kosher so had brought a cooker and food from Israel with them. We ate the most delicious falafel, labne and some other great food - who would have thought in the middle of Africa!!!
Nyota Beach Bungalows are a small but very cute traditional beach bungalows with an amazing set-up right on the water. The thing that killed it for everyone though and I think the business will struggle in the future if they dont sort it out - the rooms are cheap at only $40USD per night but the food and drinks are ridiculous. $2USD for a bottle of water and you have to select for a small preset lunch and dinner menu each day and pay $12-$15USD for really average food of tiny portions. This is also where I need to say single female travellers be warned... it was the perfect location for a couple or group of friends, but single women need to be careful. That night at dinner my Italian friend and I were joined by the owners friend who helps out in the restaurant at night. We are talking about a kid - 22 (sorry Luke)he was polite enough and we had a good chat between the three of us. So the next night when my Italian friend had left and I was eating dinner alone we sat and he taught me the traditional Tanzanian boardgame with rocks - i love it! Many of the staff joined us at some point but then he started towards the end making comments and I started to feel uncomfortable so excused myself for sleep. Within 10min I hear a knock at my door and I think surely it could not be him, so I wait and this time the kncoking is harder. I get up to answer the door and there he is asking to come in and spend my last night with me!!!!!!!! At first I laugh thinking he's joking but then I see he is deadly serious and I'm thinking how do I get him to leave. I'm starting to worry once he wont take no as an answer and am looking at my bed to see where I left the damn pocket knife! I'm thinking he could push me in through the door any second, but them am arguing with myself saying he's only a kid he's harmless.
After he begged me to change my mind and Im not exaggerating he really was begging and saying that I leave tomorrow why not have company - he finally understood I wasnt happening and was wasting his time. I shut the door and moved every piece of furniture I could across it and then attempted to cover the window with a towel as a curtain - needless to say I didnt sleep much that night and was very happy to leave the next day. It's a real shame as its a gorgeous place just the cost of things and this little adventure with him screwed things up. Not to mention they charged me $25USD to get to Kendwa a 23km drive away but there was no other taxi's around.
Kedwa and Nungwi beach are perfect - there are not as picture postcard perfect as Matemwe, but the calm water and open air beach bars make it perfect for swimming all day and lazying on the beach beds. I really really really became lazy here for the first time in my life! I finally learnt to take it easy and not oreganise activities. Granted I did book another snorkel tour with the dive centre but I cancelled as I just wanted to laze about. I checked into a perfect room for $65USD per nite - exy but worth it. It overlooked the beach bar and had my favourite daybed on the outside balcony which I feel asleep on that night listening to the african drumming down on the beach. I changed rooms the next day as it wasnt available and did a bungalow down on the beach - its a fair walk to the beach but directly infront and I had my own hammock. I really loved it there and was spewing that I would miss the full moon party the following night.
For mny last couple of nights I headed back to Stonetown to do the dhow cruise and sunset - which I realised is nice but a)more romantic with a partner rather than a family from Oregon and b) you get better photos from the shore of the dhows with the sunset behind them. Then I got a taxi to Mtoni Marine where on Saturday nights they have a delicious seafood beach bbq for $25USD along with live performances of traditional tarab music and Zanzibar dances - it was again very romantic alone ;) But I loved it.
I spent the night watching TV for the last time before I headed back to Arusha and enjoying the endless channels of Bollywood movies - god bless Zanzibar! I really love it there and would love to live there anyday! It has the best fusion of my 3 favouriet cultures - India, Africa and the Middle East. I'll be back Zanzibar just stayt there!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
St Jude's sponsor child home visit - July 2010
Back in around 2009 through my dance school – World Fusion Dance Company – we started sponsoring a student and teacher at the School of St Jude in Tanzania. We held a fundraiser concert to raise money for the sponsorship and I have continued it since travelling. I always dream like my World Vision sponsor that I could one day visit my sponsor child and see how the money was helping her education (if at all – which we all fear right?!).
So as soon as I arrived at the school to commence my volunteer placement, I enquired about a home visit. By the time I actually went out to meet her and her family, I had already been working at the school for 2 weeks and had actually even been taking photos in her class – so I saw and knew who she was, but she never knew that I was her sponsor.
The day finally came to get the school bus on a Saturday morning and we were to pick her and her mother up from a designated stop on the normal school bus route so they could direct us to their home. We drove down a dirt main road around 20 minutes from our school and there stood my very timid sponsor child with her mum who was dressed elegantly in a yellow and black African Kanga outfit including the African style turbans. They guided us just around the corner to their home which was typical for the poorer areas of Arusha with 1 bedroom mud with homes in adjoining clusters of 3-4.
Inside was one room with no adjoining kitchen or bathroom – one room which mum dad and 2 kids sleep, eat and live within. It was very tidy and appeared to have everything they really needed. Inside she has a kerosene burner which is the norm for cooking inside or a wood/charcol fuelled fire outside. I didn’t take notice if they had electricity there but I am guessing not as it’s not very common for most poorer areas of Arusha.
Through my interpreter from the school I was able to ask questions to the mother and vice versa. She actually could speak a little English so we were very happy to communicate and especially when we realized she was only a year younger than me with 2 kids! She asked about my family history and I asked about their’s. I learnt that she has been doing a tailor course so that she can start sewing as a means to bring money in because currently only the father works as a truck driver in Arusha.
Slowly my sponsor child came out of her shell. She pulled out all her report cards and some of her exercise books with homework for me to see and promised to keep studying hard. We have realized that these children look at their sponsors as people who at any moment could end their education. They know that they are sponsored which pays for their education so they think if we see they have bad marks (below 80%) that we may not continue to sponsor them!
They took me for a walk around their neighbourhood. As they don’t have any taps with running water in their house or within the group of houses, they go to a mosque next door that has a well which they purchase a small bucket of water for approx 80 shilling. One thing I found frustrating was the stream at the back of the neighbourhood which many people take the water to wash their clothes and some to boil and drink – it was full of rubbish – people just dumping it in as well as the endless breeding ground for malaria. I watch everyday as people throw rubbish onto the roads, into gardens, around their homes, into creeks and even whilst I was in a boat in Zanzibar a fisherman threw plastic bottles into the ocean. It really kills me to watch a nation choke themselves and their environment on rubbish and create preventable situations that arise to disease. Im hoping that slowly the next generation that we see coming out of the likes of St Jude’s are educated and responsible to understand the damage they are doing. I’ve often joked about doing a “Clean up Arusha Day” just like we have in Australia and we all agreed it’s never going to happen. There are no apparent rubbish collections in the neighbourhoods, so people do the best they can and burn the rubbish, leaving the charcol and bit left over for the local chickens and goats to sift through.
Sorry got off track – so it was a great insight into the way many of the locals in Arusha are living – I must say that even though my sponsor child and her family did not have a lot of belongings, their home was immaculate and everything decorated with doilies, plastic flowers or tributes to god. Her mother took great pride in what they have and this is often reflected when we step into many of the sponsor childrens homes and even the boarding rooms at the school, where the children have carefully decorated their beds and walls with cards and pictures.
I walked away that day not depressed but happy to know that the money I’m using to sponsor her is going where it is supposed to and it really is giving her and the rest of her family a chance for a healthier and more opportunistic future.
Next blog….. Zanzibar!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Just another Sunday in Arusha... hospital & markets!
Just another Sunday in Arusha… volunteers lazying around on the grass trying to lap up what rays of sunshine we can steal from mother nature. One of the girls really hasn’t been well and I felt like I was following suite too – we decided it’s long enough for her feeling like this and since she’s home to Ireland in a couple of days it’s more affordable to see a doctor here and get treated then if she leaves it until she gets home.
It was only my 2nd week in Arusha but I had heard that the process to go to hospital here was a painful one. In Australia we call them medical centre’s and here they are hospitals – there’s both private and the proper public hospital. One of the girls got “Arusha belly” and got to experience the public system first hand… join one queue to get a ticket, then sit in another queue and shuffle along in that order, see the doctor, then queue to get tests, queue to pay, queue to see the doctor again then queue for medicines – this process averages 4-5 hours! The smart thing I have been told is to get there as early in the morning as possible to get them when they are fresh and when most people haven’t made it out yet. Apparently they aren’t even qualified Doctor’s as such – it sounds like a diploma level – eek!
So off we drove to a private hospital and I braced myself for a long wait – strangely enough we were the only people there, luckily this volunteer is a Kiswahili teacher back home in Ireland so it’s a joy to watch her converse with the locals. She explains the symptoms to the receptionist then off she goes to the “Bleeding room” for blood tests and we wait for the doctor to give her the results (in that way it was more efficient than Australia waiting for a few days), she was given antibiotics and she paid less than $40 for everything! The “hospital” itself was really more a medical centre – it was a single storey house with beautiful gardens and one wing of the house had a few beds along with a security guard out the front. Still you clearly don’t come here for major aliments.
So not wanting to waste our Sunday sitting around completely, we decided its time to go to the crafts market in town. This was my first visit there. It’s a block of land packed with souvenir sellers for tourists. Under normal circumstances I would hyperventilate and go crazy shopping, but travelling for a year you learn restrain – but I really didn’t want too! Oh and of course there is the fact about your bag and if you are a follower of this blog you will know just how much I love my bag J
There are masaai women sitting on rugs making those beaded collars, beaded gift boxes and earrings; endless amounts of wood-carved animals, traditional batik paintings and every african souvenier you desire. I was purely price shopping to see what they would charge me when i come back. I did decide to buy kanga (african kind of sarong the women wear in 2 pieces. The highlight of the day came from one young shop owner who when i asked the price, he quoted me 35,000 - keeping in mind its about 5-6,000 for a pair!!! I instantly started to laugh and asked him if he was "kicha" meaning crazy in Kisawhili. He realised that I knew it was too much so i gave him a chance to drop his price - he went to 25,000 - I started to walk off still laughing and he grabbed me saying "ok ok how much you pay" I then took great delight in telling him that I had only just bought a pair of kanga the previous week for 6,000 and then he still tried to sell it to me for 15,000 saying he has "better quality" needless to say I kept walking and laughing and ended up buying a pair and a half from two different shops at the price I wanted. Then out of nowhere as I am ready to leave, he charges up saying that "ok madam you can take them for 6,000" I tell him "sorry friend you are too late i have spent all my money" all the stall holders were standing around to see what was going on so I raised my voice and said "next time dont try over-charge the muzungu with 35,000 for a kanga - you should have seen their faces - ha ha hilarious.
So that was that day - not exciting I know but I thought it was good to give an insight into "hospitals" and tourist trap markets in Arusha
It was only my 2nd week in Arusha but I had heard that the process to go to hospital here was a painful one. In Australia we call them medical centre’s and here they are hospitals – there’s both private and the proper public hospital. One of the girls got “Arusha belly” and got to experience the public system first hand… join one queue to get a ticket, then sit in another queue and shuffle along in that order, see the doctor, then queue to get tests, queue to pay, queue to see the doctor again then queue for medicines – this process averages 4-5 hours! The smart thing I have been told is to get there as early in the morning as possible to get them when they are fresh and when most people haven’t made it out yet. Apparently they aren’t even qualified Doctor’s as such – it sounds like a diploma level – eek!
So off we drove to a private hospital and I braced myself for a long wait – strangely enough we were the only people there, luckily this volunteer is a Kiswahili teacher back home in Ireland so it’s a joy to watch her converse with the locals. She explains the symptoms to the receptionist then off she goes to the “Bleeding room” for blood tests and we wait for the doctor to give her the results (in that way it was more efficient than Australia waiting for a few days), she was given antibiotics and she paid less than $40 for everything! The “hospital” itself was really more a medical centre – it was a single storey house with beautiful gardens and one wing of the house had a few beds along with a security guard out the front. Still you clearly don’t come here for major aliments.
So not wanting to waste our Sunday sitting around completely, we decided its time to go to the crafts market in town. This was my first visit there. It’s a block of land packed with souvenir sellers for tourists. Under normal circumstances I would hyperventilate and go crazy shopping, but travelling for a year you learn restrain – but I really didn’t want too! Oh and of course there is the fact about your bag and if you are a follower of this blog you will know just how much I love my bag J
There are masaai women sitting on rugs making those beaded collars, beaded gift boxes and earrings; endless amounts of wood-carved animals, traditional batik paintings and every african souvenier you desire. I was purely price shopping to see what they would charge me when i come back. I did decide to buy kanga (african kind of sarong the women wear in 2 pieces. The highlight of the day came from one young shop owner who when i asked the price, he quoted me 35,000 - keeping in mind its about 5-6,000 for a pair!!! I instantly started to laugh and asked him if he was "kicha" meaning crazy in Kisawhili. He realised that I knew it was too much so i gave him a chance to drop his price - he went to 25,000 - I started to walk off still laughing and he grabbed me saying "ok ok how much you pay" I then took great delight in telling him that I had only just bought a pair of kanga the previous week for 6,000 and then he still tried to sell it to me for 15,000 saying he has "better quality" needless to say I kept walking and laughing and ended up buying a pair and a half from two different shops at the price I wanted. Then out of nowhere as I am ready to leave, he charges up saying that "ok madam you can take them for 6,000" I tell him "sorry friend you are too late i have spent all my money" all the stall holders were standing around to see what was going on so I raised my voice and said "next time dont try over-charge the muzungu with 35,000 for a kanga - you should have seen their faces - ha ha hilarious.
So that was that day - not exciting I know but I thought it was good to give an insight into "hospitals" and tourist trap markets in Arusha
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
As I have been doing with most of the 3rd world countries I’ve visited over the last couple of years, I find myself heading off to yet another orphanage, this time about a 20 minute drive out of Arusha. The orphanage is called Cradle of Love and they have about 50+ children under 4 years – 7 of which when I was there were actually true orphans. This is apparently the only orphanage in the area that will take in babies – there was a 15 day old baby there when I visited!
This orphanage is probably one of the best I have visited in terms of facilities, but it is founded by a Westener whose husband I hear is also on the board for the Adventist (I think) church group next door (the land which the orphanage is built on belongs to the church group is what I was told). Usually when you think orphanage you think drab, grey, cement buildings – well this is actually a massive 2 storey home or mansion which a mustard rendered façade.
A group of us from the school went and we were lucky enough to scab a ride with one of our school buses on its way out to the Usa River campus. We were greeted at the main gate by a security guard who walked us in and we were so happy to see a pile of smiling faces plastered to the window greeting us. We were met by a lovely American lady who had only been there a few weeks and was now running the show for a few weeks until the Director returned later in the month. For someone who was clearly dumped in the deep end she appeared to be coping well.
We were taken into the reception area and asked to wash our hands, store our items and be prepared for screaming kids. Now I’ve worked in childcare so should be fine I thought, ha ha the difference is in Australia we have programs to keep the children busy and quiet, here they are trying to cope with the sheer number of children compared to number of staff. It was like a zoo, kids held onto your legs as you dragged them around and they all fought for our attention to be picked up – it took all of two minutes and each of us had a child on each hip (I mean 2 kids for 2 hips!) plus one of two latched onto your legs.
Although the facilities clean, they are well fell – to me it was very apparent that these children craved loved and attention – and rightly so. There’s no shortage of visitors to the orphanage and local staff are employed for consistency for the feeding, changing and sleeping routines but if only they had enough regular people staff to do cognitive skill building, social interaction etc. The teacher in me just wanted to write a program then and there and start taking charge J But the main point is they have a safe and clean home and regular food and nappies that are changed regularly.
One thing we were told to be prepared is that the children have bad nappy rash as nappy rash cream is just too expensive along with formula. I didn’t get to see, but apparently the scarring on the gential areas of these children was horrendous, due to the nappy rash cream being given to only those babies most in need. People who visit keep bringing toys and clothes and they really don’t need anymore – they have so much they need nappy rash crème, wipes and formula – all of which they can buy much cheaper locally so it’s better visitors make a monetary donation. And there’s no need to wonder if the money goes where it is supposed to – just take a look at the number of children to feed, the nappies to buy, staff to pay – it’s going where it should.
So we placed ourselves on the floor and within seconds I turned into a playground climbing frame with kids all over me. All of them again fighting for my sole attention and of course all wanting me to read different books to them. Their concentration levels are non-existent, I cant get past page one without them fighting and trying to rip the pages – I’m thinking of my story telling days in child care and how quietly they would sit cross-legged on the floor. It’s just that no-one has done this with them daily here – they are left to get the attention they need from their daily visitors and staff are too exhausted to cope. I know kids should be kids, but at this age I really believe they need structure and discipline or they are going to run wild and have no boundaries for life and what’s happening in Africa now will just continue.
Anytime you put a child down they would scream incessantly to be picked back up but being the cold hearted so and so I know it’s better to be strong and not cave in. After I got the shock of my life as a carer wheels out this L shaped wooden high-back seat with a young girl with I think cerebal palsy tied to the chair. I understand they need to restrain parts of the body to help correct posture – but on a wood L shape seat with no padding and just random tying? I was really disturbed and knew it wasn’t right. They untied her and lay her on the mat – the carer went and sat with the other carer’s and the little girl was on the mat alone as all the other children are too busy trying to get attention of their own.
I manage to pick her up – she’s quiet heavy and I’m worried to hurt her. All her muscles are so contracted and she’s turned in – I sit her in my lap for sometime, then after a while decide to lie her on the mat and massage straight her arms and legs – it took two of us a good 10 minutes of this for her muscles to relax and hands turn out – within a few minutes though she was stiff and turned in again. I have since spoken to a visiting physio about her and asked her to go visit and see if there is anything she can recommend.
Before long it was lunchtime and somehow there was organized chaos – the toddlers started queuing at the kitchen door and babies must have felt the food excitement in the air. There was a row of high chairs and a weird table with bucket seats cut into it – we sat a row of kids and the babies we are feeding 2-3 at once and the toddlers behind me I’m trying to teach them how to hold the spoon to feed themselves – it was crazy but it all worked. One little boy was so determined he didn’t want my help and ended up wearing the food! I loved lunchtime they were just too cute.
One by one we took them to the sink, washed their face and took them for nappy changes – ha ha got out of that one! Most of them were put in their cots and left to sleep. I remembered as a kid I loved mum patting my back to sleep so stood between two cots while trying to get them to lie on their bellies so I could pat them to sleep. I was no sooner in trouble for doing so and had to leave them to cry themselves to sleep as they just don’t have the staff to pat them to sleep everyday.
I also found out this day that they place newborn babies to sleep on their bellies – SIDS doesn’t appear to be a problem here and the babies fall straight asleep?
By 3pm we were famished and exhausted and decided it was time to go eat something. We went to a lovely garden café/restaurant near Arusha town called Blue Heron. It’s totally aimed at expats and tourists – including the prices I paid 15,000 TSH (<$15) for a burger and fries – again me eating local cuisine But you cant beat the gardens were stunning with wooden benchseats with massive pillows sitting under jacaranda trees – it was too perfect for an escape from the madness of Arusha town.
After lunch I had my first “daladala” experience for the trip – they are mini vans that operate with a driver and conductor who collects your payment before you hop off. The minivan should sit around 15-20 people – we managed to squeeze on with the door slide wide open while we are driving and Im balancing on one foot only on the step outside the bus!!! I counted 27 people and had some big mamma’s butt in my face. Pick pockets are rife on these things so I’m watching for stray hands. They take great pride in their daladala’s and have slogans, stickers and music blarring – ours had a big screen sticker “fly emirates” and bob Marley pasted everywhere.
All in all it was a brilliant day, and of course exhausting but we had too much fun and I of course went baby photo crazy!!! Check them out www.cradleoflove.com if you want to help I’d suggest the best way is a monetary donation.
Next blog…. Hospital in Arusha & the craft markets
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Masai Sunday - markets & village
So it was still my first weekend in Tanzania and at lunchtime on Sunday, I managed to pinch a seat in one of the St Jude buses that was taking a visiting tour group out to the markets and our head guard Lukmai's masai village.
We all piled on the bus and made our way out past Arusha airport for the 45min or so drive to the markets. We arrive to a massive dirt field covered in blankets on the ground with locals selling fruit, veges, 2nd hand clothes, traditional Tanzania fabrics, beaded masasi bracelets and household items like soap etc.
To the right of our bus in the football field their was a tiny goat market taking place - although by the time we had arrived most had been sold and only a couple were left. As St Jude's occassionally visit's Lukmia's family we take out a gift of a live goat to his family. So off he went to bargain with the sellers to get our goat... more about him later.
So this particular market is really only for locals, so it is quiet funny that a whole busload of "muzungus" pulls up and hop out. The majority of visitors in this group were older in their 50-70's. As soon as we got off I made a dash to leave the group and get in amongst the excitement - my skin colour is bad enough here without needing to standing in a pack of glowing white tourists ;) Also on this particular day there was a local mobile phone company with their green truck and promo dancers breaking some moves on their makeshift dance floor - a small crowd had gathered of young and old locals wanting to catch a glimpse of the excitement so I decided that's exactly where I wanted to be and walked right on over to the centre of the group with my small digital camera in hand.
I made the decision before I hopped off the bus that I would infact not pull out the huge Canon SLR I'm lugging around as it just dosent seem to rate to high in the popularity stakes here and totally ruins every photo opportunity as people get very camera shy when they see the lens pop out.
So there was me standing in the middle of a local only crowd who were bopping away in their masai blankets and sticks with massive earlobes that have been over-stretched from beaded earrings. Once people started to notice me I attracted my own crowd and an old Masai man in his 70's came over with a huge smile and several missing teeth to shake my hand and welcome me. He was very cute and I wanted to get a photo but know that just starts the roll of "support my family give me money" or paying for every photo.
The photo opportunities for the Canon just kept rolling by and it killed me as I kept seeing everything as photos but even with my small digital I knew its not appropriate to just walk up and take their photos!
I hadn't planned on shopping but knew that you dont pay more than 6,000 TSH for a Masai blanket so walked around asking prices and got everything from 25,000 down to 15,000. The blankets are ok - but I really love the Tanzanian Kanga and Kitenge material. The Kanga is about the size of a sarong and worn over pants like a long sarong, only you tie it above your bellybutton as only the "cheap" girls wear things on their hips I have been told. The Kitengei is like 6 metres of material that you buy to have dresses etc made and also has beautiful patterns. So I came across this one girl who decoratively placed all her fabrics in cones on her tarpoline and I absolutely loved her outfit - a black and yellow polka dot dress.
We started to bargain for one kitenge and I got her down to 6,000 - then I say to her - give me two for 10,000 and you have a good sale. She laughed at me but caved after 5min of me laughing back - thank you! Then I saw a heap of the other ladies from our bus so pushed them her direction and told her to remember my face as I will come shopping again and want special prices for bringing her so much business he he yes it's the European blood shining through!
I managed to take some sneaky shots of masai women in their blankets and adorned in their beaded jewels resting. I was wondering through the vege section and was again befriended by an elder - this time an old lady sitting on the floor selling her fruits. I greeted here with "Shikamoo" reserved for elders and she responded with "Marhaba". Then in the most impressive sales tactic she held my hand, touched my face and showered me with what I can only imagine compliments (I hope) and wouldnt let go of my hand as she started to ask me to buy from her, motioning she needed food for her family, every story under the sun - of course I couldnt work out exactly what she was saying.
Anyways I managed to free myself and headed towards the bus - not before buying a 2nd hand GAP business shirt for less than $3 and a black business shirt - these have proven to be my best and an invaluable buy as they go with everything are perfect for the conservative surrounds I'm in. As I'm waiting for our bus to load up our guard brings around a plate of cooked goat which was delicious even if a tadd fatty. Most people polietly tried one but didnt like it - I was there with the driver and guards feasting with oily fingers - such a lady! Then came the funny part - Mr Billy Goat gets loaded into our bus with us with a small rope around his neck - we tie him to the railing on the steps of the bus and he wasnt scared in the slightest. I didnt want to know what fate awaited him but he seemed happy to be getting all the attention.
We headed off on a bumpy dirt road towards Lukmai's village and approached a area of round mud huts with thatched roofs. The roads got so bad that at one point we had to unload half the passangers so we could get over a hump and then they hopped back on. Suddenly Lukmia is telling our driver Joseph something in Kiswahili and we realise that MR Billygoat is about to meet his new family as on of the boys from his tribe is walking towards us with a heard of goats. We untie him and open the bus door - he jumps out, bleats and heads off with his 40 or so new friends - it was very cool!
Arriving at the village there was a group of maybe 6 huts and lots of kids raggedly dressed come running towards us. Our visitor co-ordinator has the cookie bucket and hands out packets of biscuits and they go wild. I find a quiet place under the tree to start snapping - this time with my big camera and the kids happily pose - gotta love kids!!! Next thing I know they are all interested in my necklace, earrings and bracelets - only the earrings and necklace are silver so nothing too expensive but they decided they want them. I manage to keep my earrings and necklace, then one little girl takes off her masai bracelet and offers it to me in exchange for one of mine. So the swapping begins and I end up giving up my evil eye leather strap from Istanbul and get our driver to explain to the girls the purpose of the evil eye since they are also supersticious. Just before leaving one of the older girls abruptly instructs me to give back all their bracelets and gave me my Thailand one back - it was hilarious - deal off!
Whilst I was absorbed in the kids the others went off to meet Lukmia's two - yes two wifes - its very common here for Masai to have two and even some none masai give it a go Im told.
We had a brilliant day and lots of photos to show for it. Cant wait to go back and get more fabrics from my commission owing :)
Next blog... Cradle of Love Orphanage, Arusha
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Lake Manyara Safari with the St Judes kids
So week one flew by with lots of photos to be taken of the kids in assembly, in class and on their way home. Now it was time for the super fun stuff... SAFARI! Arusha is known as the major drop-in point for tourists from around the world who come to Tanzania to experience the safari parks such as Serengeti, Lake Manyara, Ngorogoro & Tarengeri national park - and safari's are pretty much visited by tourists only, so you can imagine the expense!
I was super lucky that my first Saturday in Tanzania, needed me to go on safari with the kids to do some photography of their outing - we actually took the St Jude's buses into the Lake Manyara national park! Mostly tourists go with the drivers from their lodges or organised tours - so you see an abundance of them in open top landcruisers. We had 3 or 4 bus loads of St Jude's students who were super excited and only around 6 teachers to look after them all. I had prepared myself that this is a school excursion, so expect the headaches etc.
Not the case at all! You have never seen such well behaved children - ever! I'm talking that it got to the point that I had to look behind me to check that the kids were still in the bus. The teacher started the trip with a stern lecture on being quiet during the trip and once in the park so as not to scare the animals. When we drove past the airport, all the children lost their mind (quietly though) and were all staring in amazement at the aircraft - it was very cute.
We stopped just before arriving at the national park for some African ginger tea and these triangular donut spongey breads for morning tea. The funniest scene ever - the buses pulled up in some vacant land on the side of the road for morning tea, but as the drive had taken us more than 2 hours to get there, plus most of the kids had been waiting at the side of the road since 6am for pick-ups - they were busting for the toilet. So you just saw this mass of boys run and surround this poor tree and start peeing and then the girl decided they too couldnt wait and there was like 40+ girls running for trees at the back of the land and squatting shyly. Some girls got so excited that they ran over on of their friends and there she lay face into the ground like she had been run over by a steam roller. I ran over to peel her off the ground and wipe away her tears - of course then her friends apologise profousley. After killing the grass here we decided it was time to finally take them to the national park.
We pulled up outside and are greeted by our guides. The female teachers and I who had not been able to join the tree and squat made a made dash for the toilets. Just as we were so close there is a male cleaner in front of us walking so sloooowwwwly up the ramp, that I couldnt take it anymore and started saying at the top of my voice "emergency, emergency" that made him move - it also made him start laughing too!
It was only $30USD for us to actually have access to the national park since we had our own transport. Outside the park there were already baboons and some other type of monkeys roaming around, so the kids were starting to get excited. Once we passed security and drove into the safari park - it was just us and the animals. You should have seen the kids with their eyes peeled looking for the most popular animal of all in this park - the tree sleeping simba (lions). We lucked out this day and didnt see any, but everytime we drove past another tour group they would say they had just seen some around the bend - of course by the time we got there Simba was gone - but Im wondering if they were just saying it to keep the tourists happy!
We saw endless giraffee and impala's. The kids swear they saw hippos but Im still convinced they were rocks in the water. We saw zebras and flamingo's and a heard of elephants were right next to our bus.
You can actually camp in the national park grounds but I just think thats down right crazy!!! Lions prowling around, hyenas!!! You can even do guided walks with an armed ranger through the park, but Im not a fan of animals getting shot just because I need some adventure.
Whenever we saw animals the kids were so well behaved and they like me were hanging to see the lions but never game up hope. We had a short break at the hot springs - the water was really really hot and I forget this and nearly burned my face!!!
Lunch was beside the lake near the flamingo's - it was everyone's favourite pilau and rice that we had in massive plastic bins that were on the bus. Yes sounds glamarous, hence why I didnt want the meat as I thought it would be cold - I tried one piece and it was fine so gobbled it up with the kids who were amused that I sat eating with them and not the teachers.
As we were leaving the park we saw endless families of baboons and even one that was the since of a 4-5 year old child - I havent had my rabies shot so my window stayed closed!!
The drive home took us past some beautiful and typical African scenery with the round mud huts with their stick thatched roofs, too many Masai's and their goats grazing, quiet a few Masai women in traditional gear off to the water holes.
The kids were angels right until the very end. It had been an extremly long day on the road and in the bus for everyone - by the time we needed to refuel and drop off the last few children who must have been famished so I was feeding them arrowroot biscuits - everyone was exhausted but we had some amazing photos to show for it!!
Again this safari was enable by the generous St Jude supporters - if it were not for the donations these children may never afford to go on safari in their own hometown in their lifetime.
Next Blog... First weekend and not only do I go on Safari but the next day I'm visiting a Masai village and bargaining at the Masai Sunday markets!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
St Jude's first week experience.....
So I was finally here - pinching myself to check it's real and it so was. My first night in the apartment and I slept like a baby. The rooms are on the Moshono campus and there are around 30 or so volunteers who live here (maybe less). Some live off site as they have local Tanzanian partners and choose to live with them as we cannot have anyone stay on campus with us.
To accomodate for the volunteers and visitors who stay at the school we have 3 or so kitchens - I managed to get lost on day one on my way to breakfast. Thanks to the generosity of many visitors and donors who as what we need, we appear to have an endless supply of Vegemite, so all us Aussies are well cared for in the home sickness department :)
The majority of the volunteers are from Australia - we have one American and an Irish guy. Most people are between 23 right up to 50 something. We have a husband and wife from Australia who have been living here for 2.5 years and working at the school. Gemma the school founder also lives on campus with a residence for her and her family (Hubbie & 2 kids).
My building overlooks the playground, so 7.45am becomes a mass noise of screaming kids on swings and playing football - but I love coming out my room and watching them play from the balcony. Every morning they make me smile and remind me why I am here and I smile because I'm so happy that these children have a bright future ahead of them.
My week day in the office and I already have a pc set-up and some jobs to photograph teachers in their classes, student profile shots for the sponsor updates, bus photos of kids going home on the buses and me hopping off to capture them as they get off and run home.
This is so far my favourite part of this job - I get the bus from the Moshono campus to the Usa campus at 2pm (45min drive) along the way at random points we pick up and drop of local Tanzanian staff who are either finishing or starting work for the day. I'm befriended by one of the older "mamma's" who oversee's the night boarding at Usa campus. She starts giving me Kiswahili lessons and I start practising with everyone who gets on:
"Mambo"
"Poa"
"Viipi"
"Safi"
"Habari"
"Mizuri"
Once I arrive at the Usa campus I wait until the students finish school and board one of the many buses leaving at 3.30pm, we then head off along the bumpy, dusty, dirt roads towards their villages for the various drop off's. One area that there are lots of children and teachers living is call Ugali Limited and it's quiet poor. I'm shocked at first when I see just how poor - they are true slums and as I will later learn - most people dont have electricity in their homes and use neighbourhood taps (about 80cents for a large bucket of water). The scene before me is mud homes or old rotting timber, dust, dust and more dust - little kids running around everywhere - along with the chickens and goats that always seem to be everywhere also!
Endless fields of maize (their corn) and if its not in fields then its drying on massive sheets in the sun. Loads of banana plantations, which explains why most meals incorporate banana as though it was potatoe! I see the most dense jungle with beautiful creeks and mini waterfalls running under bridges - I see families doing their washing in the river, kids bathing and the most beautiful towering tall trees I've ever seen lining the road up a hill with the most perfect sunset trying to cut through the dust trail left behind the truck that just overtook our bus and is overloaded with workers standing in the back.
Everytime I do these drives I find myself mesmerised by the jungle scene with the river and in particular these tall trees. Something really draws me.
I have one photo I posted on facebook of one of these scenes and I mention how everytime I see them I think of the trillion African war books I've read and can see the scenes of the refugees walking these roads out of places like Congo, Rawanda and Burundi to get to the borders of safety. I recall stories of the Rawandan genocide and how children were hiding in banana plantations and the thick forest to hide from the rebel armies capturing young boys as new recruits. These are mobid thoughts, but then I look infront of me and I see this beautiful land and wonder what things these tree's have seen - there is something special along these roads and I cant place it, but every single time I'm on the bus and we pass those 2 (jungle rivers & lines of towering trees) I smile and feel at peace, like I belong here, like I'm so humbled to be here alongside them.
I dont know much compared to some about African history, but I do know that I am sensitive about the whole white vs black people here. What I'm saying is I often see congregations of white's and make a point to attempt to fit in with the locals -if I could only speak their language life would be so much easier. One Irish volunteer that just left was a Kiswahili language teacher back home, so we would go out somewhere and I would sit fascinated as she's joking with the locals and having fluent conversations. I can see the respect they have for her as a white woman who really is embracing her surroundings. I've gone and bought the traditional "Kanga" material that is worn as a sarong by the women here over long black pants - I wore this for the first time the other day and I noticed straight away the gratitude and respect they showed me for my interest and respect in their culture.
I'm really frustrated by the language - I want to be fluent now! We have one guard here who walks around campus and we pass each other maybe 10-12 times in a day and each time all I can say is Mambo and each time he is saying something new to me and it's driving me nuts as I can see he's trying to teach me and have a conversation but I cant get past one word! There is talk that Kiswahili lessons will start in the next couple of weeks, which I'm obviously keen to attend.
As a first time visitor to the school everyone who attends the Thursday assembly in Usa or the Primary and Secondary assemblies in Moshono gets a traditonal welcome with living African drumming by the children, and you are to walk up on stage and introduce yourself. I had to do this at all 3 assemblies!!! The drumming is brilliant and the kids scream a huge "Welcome" after all the visitors have been introduce.
At the start of every assembly the children say a prayer to St Jude - the patron saint of the school, at the end of prayer all the children madly wave their arms around to get hold of the microphone to say who they would like to pray for! Some pray for their teachers and this morning one girl said "I would like to pray for myself" I nearly burst out laughing but then saw the serious look on the teachers faces and controlled myself. Then it's the Tanzanian national anthem which you must be still for (I've only learnt the chorus so far - but that's better than some Australian's knowing their own national anthem right?!) then it's onto the school song "The school of St Jude is a very beautiful school... the school of St Jude I love you so much" and of course there's a whole dance routine to go with it and all the staff do it too. Secondary school has their own school song and dance routine which the kids made up since its a fairly new campus.
I got a tour of the boarding rooms in both Usa and Moshono and WOW! There are usually 6-10 students of the same sex per room and you have never seen such tidy rooms! Every morning they make their own beds - and I need a lesson from them!!! Then they take great pride in decorating the room with cards and letters from their sponsors - both individual sponsors and sponsors of the actual boarding room they stay in. As many of the students live too far for the bus to pick them up each day they board Monday - Friday. We also have many students who live in orphanages, so they board with us during the week then go to the orphanage on the weekend. Friday afternoon is a major nightmare at 3.30pm as all boarders, students and teachers are going home, so the poor bus drivers loose their mind having to do drop off's that take even longer than usual.
The bus drivers are another invaluable resource to the school - most of them are just learning english and you will never see men who are better with kids than Africans. It's amazing - just like some women have a knack as a mother, it's like these guys were born to father lots of children - they are very gentle with the kids and the kids adore their bus drivers.
Everyday hot and nutricious meals are served to the students, teachers, admin staff, gardeners, bus drivers - everyone involved within the school. At Usa that is 400+ meals per lunch - so you can imagine the size of the huge pots they cook in and the number of kitchen staff! For many children and perhaps even staff, this is the healthiest or even only meal of the day that they get if they do not live on campus! Each day has a set meal - I'm still learning them all, but so far I can remember the following:
Mon - cant remember....
Tue - Pilau with mutton
Wed - Ugali (like white playdough), green spinach stuff and ocra
Thur - beans and rice (as Im at Usa campus every thur)
Fri - beans and rice (lucky me I get beans and rice 2 days in a row)
Many of the long term volunteers here are over eating the same meals, so you often see them in the kitchen making western food. Since India my diet and eating has changed so much that Im just happy to have a) a nutricious meal b)free meal c)dont have to cook!
Outside the main gate there is a bar called the "Waterhole" which backs onto a little "store" (a room with bars so you pay through a window) to get mobile phone credit or order "chipsey & omelette" - havent tried this yet but I'll get there. I watched a couple of world cup matches in the Waterhole with our guards - looking at a big old tv that is locked into a cage.
I've been obsessively taking photos at the assemblies and of students in class. I cant beleive they have a maths quiz in assembly every week and they are sooooo excited about it - not to mention that I sit there trying to answer the questions myself and I cant get even an idea of what the answer should be. Everytime I walk into their classrooms, everyone stands and in a robotic voice they yell out "Good afternoon visitor" and before I even get a chance to say hi and ask how they are, they are telling me "we are fine thank you visitor" I then tell them to sit down and keep listening to their teacher and they say "thank you visitor" it cracks me up everytime! Now they are recognising me and they get as far as "Good afternoon Miss....." then I say Katina and they want to start from the beginning!
I love the kids they really are gorgeous and I cant even imagine where the children, staff and teachers would be if it wasnt for the School of St Jude. I've supported alot of charities in my short life and this is the first one that I have seen actually put the donated money and items where it is supposed to go!
Next blog.... Weekend 1 and I'm on safari!!
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