tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19216800686009665922024-02-20T10:50:35.960-08:00Sarah's Blog'the views expressed in this blog are the author's own and do not necessarily reflect those of VSO'Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-51972010169854518712010-10-15T06:18:00.000-07:002010-10-15T06:21:03.235-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>The Third and Final Week With the Parents</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Tuesday we were off to Akagera National Park...in the east of the country in the flatter Safari planes...we were collected in a Jeep at 5.30am and drove 2 hours to the park...at the park entrance we collected a guide who gave some background on the park...before we got back in the car and headed off on Safari...I was a little worried that I would not find it very interesting as I had already been before...but on the Sunday night there had been a big fire in park...the winds had been strong and had fuelled the fire as it scorched and burnt its way across the park...the animals were safe and unharmed...while the grasses and trees were either burnt to nothing or scorched and still burning...it was eerie and beautiful...a stunning and somewhat unusual backdrop for giraffe, impala and zebra...there were birds a plenty...including a lilac breasted roller...water buffalo...hippo...and many more animals...dad and Jane enjoyed it, even if the elephants were hiding...the guides were very knowledgeable and helpful...there was a small problem with horseflies...they were everywhere and very vicious...many stings later I think they were satisfied...but they really are horrid creatures!!! 13 hours later we made it back to the hotel...it was dark and we were all tired but very happy! Wednesday we headed off in different directions again...I was heading back to Gisagara...Jane was off to Kibuye while dad was going back to Musanze to climb Bisoke on the Thursday...he was then going to meet Jane in Kibuye for a few days of tranquillity...I was back in Kigali for the weekend...Sonya and Paula were having a party at their new house on the Friday night and I was having dinner with Amy and Nic on the Saturday night...with dad and Jane returning on Monday...they were due to fly out on Tuesday evening...thankfully there were no volcanoes or any other natural disasters to keep them here longer...having said that...I did really have a wonderful time with them! But it was time for them to go...Monday night we went for cocktails at Des Milles Collines...or Hotel Rwanda as it is better known...and then a final meal together at Heaven...Tuesday I went into town with Dad for a little bit of last minute shopping...back at the hotel we looked at all the photos for the holiday...and played a last game of cards before heading off to the airport...we said our goodbyes and they were heading off through the gates and were homeward bound...I got a moto back into town where I met Amy for drink...I was staying at St Paul’s for the night as there was a Global Schools Partnership workshop there on the Wednesday...I was finally home on Thursday...Amy came on Thursday night...and by Friday I was back to reality...I had a quiet weekend on my own...and was back to visiting schools on Monday...it feels like a lifetime since I have been at work...I was in and out of the office...finally managed to sort out the internet on my computer...and managed to put my motorcycle helmet on back to front with a rather But Wednesday saw me leaving Gisagara again...this time I was heading off for Nyamasheke...again for a GSP workshop...but being all the way through the forest we had to allow a day to travel there...the workshop was on the Thursday and then travel back on the Friday...The workshop went well and we were on the road by 8.30am...however the journey was not as smooth as I would have hoped...9 hours later we finally made it back to Kigali and I was in no mood for the planned evening of events...so it was a quiet evening at Vanessa’s house...she was away but I was staying there for the weekend...Saturday we had a planning meeting as the new volunteers had arrived and I was joining a few others in taking one of the sessions...it wasn’t long before it was all finished and I was heading back to the house...in the evening I was meeting with a Melanie and Moses’ and lots of other VSOs and some of Moses’ friends to celebrate his birthday...we had dinner and drinks followed by dancing at Alpha Palace...Sunday was a day of recovery before meeting with Vanessa for a beer off the bus...we had a lazy and quiet evening catching up before we both headed off for an early night...Monday I moved up to the Amani Guest House where the new volunteers were staying...for some reason the VSO staff responsible for putting together the induction timetable thought it would be a good idea to entrust the session on health and safety to Melanie and myself...maybe not their brightest move...The session actually went well considering neither of us really knows how to put together a water filter or light a kerosene lamp...but we managed to fumble through...we spent the evening in the bar getting to know the new comers...I took a group into Kigali to get Modems and have a look around...and did a session with a few other volunteers about the specific work we do...Wednesday evening we headed to the bar again, only this time even though I prepared myself as well as possible...I was still caught short...and a trip to the toilet in that bar is not good for the health of anyone...initially I thought I would be able to manage on my own...I mean how bad could it really be...the answer is...REALLY BAD...I wasn’t able to make it on my own...the room was dark...with no lights...a banging door and more cockroaches than I wanted to bother counting crawling up all the walls...I needed moral support and someone to keep the door open and the boys out...I found my support in Julia...I was squealing like a banshee while Julia, one of the new volunteers held the toile door open with her hand and the main door, so that the boys couldn’t come in, with her foot...only while I was peeing...making sure that I was aiming straight...some other bugger, who had been in their before me had not done the same and had left quite a puddle on the floor...needless to say there was more squealing when I realised that I had not my own...but someone else’s pee in my shoes!!!! My foot had been subjected to a splattering and a splash of some body else’s urine...no amount of saying it...squealing it...or just going on about it really made the feeling any better...or made the pee clean itself off and leave my foot alone...it was there to stay until the shower when I got home!!! Thursday I headed back to Gisagara for a little down time, but I was back in the big city by Saturday afternoon...Saturday evening was the family dinner with all new and old volunteers getting together...there was dinner, drinks and dancing...followed by more drinks and more dancing...Sunday I was up early and heading back to Gisagara at a reasonable hour...why I bothered I will never know...about half way through the journey it started to rain...and it didn’t stop...the bus stopped at the sotra office as usual...and wouldn’t go round to the market where the bus to Gisagara goes from...so I made my way in the rain stopping on the way at Matar for a few bits and pieces...I was a little damp by the time I got there but it was nothing compared to the wet I was going to be when I finally made it round to the bus office...I wanted to get the 2pm bus so started the very wet walk round at 1.30pm...only when I got there...wet as I was...there was no 2pm bus and I was going to have to wait until 3pm...I was cold, wet and very cross indeed...and nearly two hours sat in the cold in wet clothes was not doing my temper any good at all!!!<br /></div></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-24823612666399237962010-09-23T08:07:00.000-07:002010-09-23T08:09:41.007-07:00Week 2 With Dad and Jane...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">So with the parents safely tucked away by lake Kivu in the north of the country...Melanie, Vanessa and myself battened down the hatches and prepared to wait out the elections period in the comfort of my home...other than a dinner date with a man from the British High Commission, there was nothing planned for the 3 days...there were a lot of card games played and sleeping done...then on the eve of the elections, we met with the man from the British High Commission, in Butare...we had dinner and a couple of drinks and were then driven home to the big G...they were in the area to supervise the election process and to ensure that it all went smoothly...to be honest...there was no sign of election fever in the village...in other towns there were posters, banners, t-shirts...everything screaming election...but in Gisagara...there really was nothing! Vanessa headed home on the Monday after a weekend of fun...however, while waiting for a bus with her...a wasp flew up my skirt...in my attempts to free the bugger...it got into my top without me knowing...4 VERY painful stings later...and all the locals were in stitches...nobody actually making sure that I was alright...nope...they just laughed...admittedly it was pretty funny...but would have been nice for someone to care!!! But with Vanessa safely on the bus, I was homeward bound...back at the house I ‘tea-tree-ed up’ and started to make a headway...cleaning the new furniture for the new volunteer and cleaning the house ready for the arrival of Dad and Jane on the Wednesday...after much scrubbing, cleaning and moving of furniture...we were finally finished...and not before time...Wednesday afternoon I met Dad and Jane in Butare after their incredibly relaxing weekend in Gisenyi...they were refreshed and ready to take on the daunting task of spending a night at my house...pit latrines are never a huge amount of fun...dad had to make a trip to the chemist as he had been on a moto adventure and had burnt his leg...but other than that they were in fine form...we got a taxi back to the house before it got dark...cooked dinner and played yet more cards while drinking beer and gin...the evening passed quickly and uneventfully...and we were up and washed the next morning ready for our trip to the forest...My dad and I were going tracking for Chimpanzees in Nyungwe forest...we got the bus to Butare and from there we got the bus into the forest...the bus was a little late and was already pretty full when we got on...they had clearly sold more tickets than they had room for...add into the mix the vast amount of goods that were being transported and it was for a very squashed ride...the boy sat behind me was looking very ill for a lot of the journey...finally he could hold it in no longer and asked the lady next to the window if she could swap places...it is common practise for this to happen and for passengers to vomit out of the window of the moving bus...only the lady refused to move...I was more than a little concerned as I was right in the line of fire...but thankfully the man on the other side of the bus gave up his seat and the boy made it to the window just in time...eventually after several long hours winding through the forest we were there...we got off the bus at the Gisakora Guest House where we were going to the staying for the night...everything was organised for the next morning and we headed off to get things ready for the early start...because Jane was not going to the coming with us and we were leaving at 4.30am dad and I shared a room...our bags were packed and we were ready to leave as soon as our alarms sounded...4.30am came and we were in the car ready to go...it was still dark and very cold...Jane was going to join us after the walk with all our bags...and we were going to drive back to Butare for the night...we went to the park entrance where we were met by the guide...we paid and signed the paperwork...and headed off into the forest...like a fool I thought it was a good idea to wait until later to have some breakfast....big mistake...about 2 hours into the walk I was getting blisters...we stopped to put on a plaster...had some water and a piece of bread...after about 3-4 hours of walking we finally found the Chimps...they were high up in the trees...dad and me were as unbalanced as each other and every time we looked through the binoculars we stumbled over...eventually the guides and trackers suggested that we sat down...I think they were a little fed up of having to catch us as we fell! We spent about an hour watching the chimps before heading back...back through the undergrowth in search of the main path out of the forest...we stopped on the way back for lunch...and finally made it back to the car where Jane was waiting...20km through the forest...every minute was worth it!! We were driven back to Butare...we stayed at the Ineza Guest House...they brought warm water for our showers and then we headed into town for dinner...Saturday was my very last day in my 20’s...we headed back to Kigali quite early...we were staying at Chez Lando again...the suitcase was collected from Vanessa’s house and we all showered and got ready for a nice meal out...I had arranged for a meal at the Ethiopian restaurant in town...the three of us were joined by Melissa and Steven, Libby and Karangwa, Melanie and Moses, Vanessa, Dorothy and here sister-in-law...it was a very lovely evening...I was spoilt by all...I beautiful skirt and bag from Melanie and Melissa...Fabric from Libby and a bag made from Primus beer material from Vanessa...those who have been out of their 20’s for a substantial number of years headed back for an early night...while those of us still young enough to dance headed out...we just went to a small bar/restaurant/club place where we met with some of Moses’ friends...we danced a little...chatted a little and called it a night well before sunrise! Sunday morning came...I was 30...didn’t really feel any different to be honest...we had a nice breakfast at the hotel before heading back to the room to start with the main event of the day...present opening...always a gruelling task for all involved...I am not very good at receiving or in fact opening presents and it is more often than not a pretty painful fiasco...dad and Jane were prepared for this and after 30 years...it was no different to any other...I opened some of the presents and then headed off for a manicure and pedicure at Novotel with Jane...we got a taxi there while dad headed to the ORTPN in town as he wanted to book a trip to climb Bisoke a volcano in the north of the country...after just enough pampering Jane and I headed back to Chez Lando and waited for dad to return...more presents...shower and change...cards and gin...and a very nice meal at ‘Heaven’ a restaurant in town...Monday was a shopping day...first we headed to Kimironko market to get material for Rosa and then off to the craft market in town...we met with Anna and Aime for lunch in town...Anna was flying off back to Canada (America) the following evening...we said our goodbyes and went back to the hotel...<br /></div></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-38908324650967348512010-09-18T05:10:00.000-07:002010-09-18T05:13:07.976-07:00The arrival of the parents...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>August Week One </strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;">Yet again I have not kept up with my blogging duties...sorry, sorry...I have been pretty busy over the past few weeks...I have a had some very important visitors accompanied by some very worthwhile experiences...I have also reached the grand old age of 30...a mile stone in the eyes of some...Rwanda is an interesting place to turn 30...as if trying to explain that you are 29, single and childless wasn’t hard enough...add a change of decade to the mixture and suddenly everything is a whole lot worse...I am not making it known in my office as it would just not be pleasent...I don’t even score brownie points for having a career...being away from home or being able to ride a motorbike...the last one I think should earn many extra points...imagine trying to manage that with a buggy...I guess it could be bungied to the back but only if the wheels were all terrain...anyway...it has not been nearly as difficult as first anticipated as I have successfully managed to avoid the subject completely...So the parents arrived on 3rd August...I was travelling to Kigali to meet them on the Monday...while on the bus, minding my own business I was given a copy of ‘AWAKE’ which is part of the Jehovah’s witness WATCHTOWER series...I tried to politely refuse but to no avail...I accepted my fate and had a nosey through it...God aside (and I failed miserably at the quiz) it actually made for some quite interesting reading...how to make Kayaks out of seal skin and the such like..enough entertainment for a bus ride to Kigali...the radio was blaring out...some sort of American evangelical sermon...and it wa this that got me thinking...all the signs were pointing towards there being a God...he was definitely covering all bases and trying to make a point...so, if he did really exist, maybe I should make one last visit to the ORTPN to see if there were any tickets to visit the Gorillas in the Volcanoes National Park...and there were...I managed to book 3 tickets for the Friday...now we just had to sort out the finances...I had thankfully brought my green card and credit card and after some confusion I I had the money and the tickets...However I then realised that I hadn’t thought to bring walking boots, warm clothes or my camera...so Tuesday was a trip back to Gisagara...possibly the fastest turn around EVER...I got the 1pm bus from Butare to Gisagara...walked (very quickly) to my house...got together my things...and somehow (I think it may have been God) managed to get the 2pm but back to Butare...and was back in Kigali in time to shower and meet the parents at the airport. It seemed to take forever for them to come through...but they made it eventually...3 suitcases...2 matching rucksacks...a panama and a straw hat...came ambling through...a little travel worn but otherwise ok...we went back to the hotel (hot water and wireless internet) dropped off the bags and then headed for the bar...3 portions of goat on a stick and chips were ordered...(with a side order of shock as when I had left the UK I had been a none potato eating vegetarian...quite a change!) and a few Rwandan beers...we chatted a little before all heading off for a reasonably early night...after all the travel and excitement...Wednesday morning we headed for the market...thankfully a bus came pretty quickly...but it was a small mini bus...well...they were going to have to experience it at some point...the market was busy and smelly as always...there are some things (although not many) in Rwanda which can be guaranteed...one of which is a smelly and somewhat noisy market...we had a quick wander around before heading into the town centre on the bus...we stopped for lunch in bourbon...before having a look around Nakumat...all very exciting...Dad and Jane were still feeling a little tired after all their travelling so afternoon naps were in order...the evening was spent playing cards...having dinner and of course a few beverages...which started with Waragi (Ugandan Gin) in the bedroom playing cards...The cases were packed for the next day’s trip to Musanze...the volcano region where the Gorillas live...we got a taxi from the hotel over to the bus stop...and from there we spent 3 hours winding through the mountain...Jane managed to get a proper seat...Dad was on a proper seat...but over the wheel arch...while I was sat happily in a bucket seat...the journey felt longer than it was but we arrived in Musanze well before dark...we were collected from the bus office by the manager of the guest house...the guest house was small and pretty but very basic...we took a stroll into the town for a quick pop and a snack as we had missed lunch, before heading back to the guest house for cards and yet more Rwandan beer! Bed was a little earier than usual as we had to be up early in the morning to be at the meeting point for Gorilla trekking...we had hired a 4x4 to take us there...at first I was a little confused as it all seemed to be on the main road...I didn’t understand why we had to have such a rough and ready car...only after having or talk with the guide we got back in the car and headed into the mountains to meet the Hirwa group of Gorillas...then it became more than apparent that a large and hefty vehicle was needed to get down the dirt paths!!! We stopped as close as we could to the forest and mountains...and there we were met by the porters...they carried our bags and were there to help when the paths were difficult and steep...the walk we were supposed to be doing was supposedly short and the gorillas had been only 10 minutes from the car parking point the day before...but today they had decided to play a good old game of hide and seek...they were well into the forest which was a difficult terrain to negotiate...but everybody made it and we got to see what we had come for...GORILLAS!! They were incredible...they are so big and powerful...yet they have a playful and caring side too...they just played and got on with it...didn’t really pay all that much attention to the crowd of people watching them...we spent an hour watching them interacting and playing together...following them as they made their way through the forest...before we headed back to the waiting cars...back at the ORTPN meeting centre we each received a certificate before going back to the guest house...dad and jane thought that it would be nice to spend the rest of the afternoon visiting some of the nearby lakes....so we kept the car and continued ont he adventure in Musanze...the driver took us to a couple of lake view points and they really were pretty...but we were only able to get out at one of them...he also drove us to the Ugandan boarder before heading back to the guest house...for the evening...The next day we were all packed and ready to go...Dad and Jane were going to head on to Gisenyi for a few days as it was election time and it was better to be out of the way...but somewhere nice and pretty by the lake...I headed back to Gisagara where I would be joined by Melanie and Vanessa for the weekend...<br /></div></span></span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-81834477599205627982010-07-09T07:20:00.000-07:002010-07-09T07:23:31.319-07:00All quiet on the western front...or is it???<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">So in recent weeks I have been a little quiet on the blog...the honest truth...well...there are really no excuses...I have been super busy though. I have been trying to put up the photos of the holiday extravaganza with the mother...but there has been something wrong...I will keep on trying though! So...where did we leave it? I had just finished the holiday with the mother and had her for an extra week...well...work really has started taking off and I have been super busy...oh...but before all of that...I have been out on the bike...jetting around the district all on my own...it is bloody amazing...after my first few trips out I decided to venture out into the unknown...I filled up the bike and headed off for an afternoon...I was gone just over an hour...and I have no idea where I was...but it was fun...there were a couple of hairy moments...one involving a log bridge and a cliff edge...I may have been going a little too fast...I didn’t realise it was a long bridge on a sharp bend at the edge of a cliff...but it was all ok...then there was a super big hill...I yet again missed 1st gear and found myself in neutral...only this time I was able to stay upright...thankfully there was an amazing view...so I just pretended I was an enthusiastic mzungu tourist appreciating the countryside...the locals did not need to know I had stalled!! I got off the bike and admired the view...but then had to figure out just how I was going to get myself out of this one as the hill was super steep and I had not yet perfected hill starts (and I still haven’t!) there was only one thing for it...I was going to have to start sideways on up the hill and then turn...I managed to get out of it and carried on on my adventure...which led me down a very narrow path...I got the fear and had to get off...push the bike to turn it around and then headed back...since then I have much more confidence, and I like to think I have a little more skill too!!! But the skill is certainly questionable...as the post office fence can verify...a few weeks ago I took a trip to Butare to buy supplies for a workshop I was running...I was feeling particularly smug as I had made it all the way there with no catastrophes...no stalling on the bridge or half way up a hill...I was doing so well...until I found myself a little confused between break and accelerate...foot (and a little hand) break V’s accelerate...who wins...you would think that it would be the breaks...but apparently not...and to my surprise...(and the surprise of the security guard and the post office fence) it is actually accelerate...so there I was...wheel first into the fence...thankfully it was made out of chicken wire so nobody (or anything) was hurt! I went about my shopping...still laughing to myself every so often...before heading back to the bike...only when I got there, there were 2 guards with the bike...one sat on the bike holding a very big gun...I thought I was in trouble...until the guard (without the gun who had been there earlier) started speaking very quickly in Kinyarwanda...pointing at me...the bike...and the fence...while laughing a lot...I am glad I amused them so much. A couple of weeks ago I had Vanessa staying at the house...she was super brave and was my first passenger...I did nearly lose her a couple of times...but the more time we were on the bike the more confident I felt and the smoother the riding was...and it was off the beaten track as I had to deliver the materials for the workshops I was running at Save Teacher Training Centre. As for work...there were 2 Global Schools Partnership workshops in Butare...which I may have already mentioned...they went very well...then another in Kigali...which also went very well...I have also been planning workshops for Save TTC...it is a secondary school which specialises in education courses...in Rwanda, to be a primary school teacher you only have to have a school leavers certificate...so there are a few TTC’s across the country which train students in teaching and methodology...I planned to work with Senior 5 and Senior 6...the last 2 years of school...with 2 days of training and making resources for each year...But before any of that could happen...there were a couple of sad farewells to be had...and of course...a little crossness...So...first thing on the Saturday morning Karen was leaving Rwanda for good and heading for a final few days in Tanzania...but before I could go to her leaving dinner...I had to head up to Save TTC where the Minister for Education was holding a meeting with all teachers from the district...I was going to head in on the bus...leaving my bags for the weekend at the bus office and then get a moto the rest of the way...seems like a nice simple plan...only when I got to the bus office...I was told that there were no buses running...when I asked why they just said that they were only for teachers...taking them up the Save TTC for the meeting...I tried to explain that I should have been there too...I am a teacher...but they were having none of it...Finally they got me on a bus at 9.20...I was on there for a couple of minutes...bags all stowed away...when the teacher sat next to me wanted to get off...I got off to ket her pass...and waited for her to come back from the office...when she got back on...she wouldn’t move up to let me back on...and they started to drive off...with all my clothes...and my laptop...I called for them to stops and they just managed to get them off the bus...before it pulled off...the teachers (unfortunately) found this very amusing...I went back into the office to see what time bus I would be able to get...It was now just gone 9.20...and I was given a ticket for 10.30...I had called my boss a couple of times...but I called him again to explain that I had a ticket for 10.30...I walked home...in a very bad mood...I had been back about 5 minutes when my phone went...it was Alexis...’Where are you?’ I explained that I had over an hour to wait so I had gone home...he had obviously been speaking with the bus company as I was on the next bus and it was waiting for me...I havenever been so cross with SOTRA...they really were about as unhelpful and as rude as possible...anyway...I dropped off my bags and got a moto to the school...only to discover that I was very late and there was no more room inside...I would have to sit outside in the bright sunshine...with no shade...listening to a speech in a language I didn’t understand...from the other side of a brick wall...GREAT...now I knew why I had gone to all this effort!!! After about 45 minutes...Alexis came out of the hall...and I was taken in...I had to sit in the front row...ON MY OWN...but one of the teachers did come and sit with me to translate...the Minister was actually very engaging and although I didn’t understand what he was saying I was captivated...there was a little bit of singing and then it was all over...when everyone was leaving the head teacher came over and said I was needed...turns out the minister wanted to talk with me and John (the guy from World Teach)...so there we had it...I had gone from not being able to get a bus...to being asked to talk with the Minister for Education...not bad for a days work...I was a little later than I had hoped I would be leaving the school...and I needed to be in Kigali...The Mayor for the district gave me a lift back to Butare and asked if I had bought my ticket...if I hadn’t...would I like to join him, some other staff and the Minister for Education for lunch? Oh the sadness...I had to say no...if I went for lunch I would be too late for a bus and miss Karen’s leaving meal...and there was no way I could do that...so I was on the bus to Kigali...The meal was lovely...and a little sad...we went for a couple of drinks after...but not too late to bed as it was Ruairi’s leaving meal on Saturday...I met up with Melanie at a cafe near Kimironko market...did a little bit of shopping and then back to Vanessa’s...glad rags on...it was time to head off...It was a lovely evening...a few drinks after...but I was not finished...Nic and I were the only ones left standing...so we decided to go dancing...and what a good decision that was...possibly the best 3000RWF I have even spent...LIVE CHEESY RWANDAN POP MUSIC!!!! Followed my an awesome DJ and a Rwandan style dance off...finally...we decided that if we didn’t leave at 3.30am...we were never going to...so home it was...and I needed all the sleep I could get as I had a very busy week coming up...Training at Save TTC and the in Nyanza...Amy came to help with the methodology and resource building for 2 days at Save TTC (Monday and Tuesday), while Antonia came for the first day to run a session on disability and inclusion...the sessions went very well...the students were amazing...inspirational...their English was incredible...there were a couple of interesting moments...but all in all it went very well...Amy came on the back of the bike...she nearly lost a leg to a wall...and then we nearly got stuck between two logs on a log bridge...but other than that...it was ok...much to the amusement of the Save bike boys...I stalled turning onto the main road...on the second day there was a little problem with the big hill back from Butare...I stalled and then couldn’t restart...we decided it would be better is Amy walked up the hill...but it was starting to get dark...I have never understood twilight...and why people think it is hard to drive in...now I do...and then add in to the mix a nice cloud of dust hovering above the road...I drove super slowly and made it home just before it got dark...Mr Ruairi had almost given up hope of us returning!!!...Wednesday and Thursday I headed for Nyanza to help Melanie and Melissa with their training...visiting the school on the Wednesday and teaching, observing and analysing model lessons on the Thursday...after three rounds...2 social studies lessons and 1 English lesson...I was pooped...Thursday evening we headed home for a couple of beers on the veranda at Melanie’s house...we had sent the guard out to get the...and I was sat next to my bag and purse...I had been to the bank earlier in the week and got some money out to pay for resources for next week’s workshop and pay Melanie back the money I had borrowed from her the previous week...thankfully I had already given her the money...because while I was in the house...using a sit down toilet (which I like to make the most) a man came into the garden from the back of the house...and took my purse...SADNESS! It had 60,000RWF (about £60) my VSO ID card and one of my bank cards from the UK...only I didn’t know which one...so they both had to be cancelled...rubbish!!!! 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I headed back to AEE...where I enjoyed the sound of...my own company...</span></span> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Thursday 22nd April 2010<br /></strong>And there is no sign of the mother’s departure yet...much of the morning was spent on the phone...not that I got any answer...Ethiopian Airlines were rejecting my calls...so I called the British High Commission...the lady said she was not able to do anything...yet with 2 hours...I had received a very nice phone call from the horrid manager at Ethiopian Airlines...explaining that he was doing all he possibly could to get the mother on a flight...and just minutes after that...a phone call from the British High Commission ‘just seeing how things were going’. The mother was a little frantic as she had missed another week of work...while I was frantic at having another week ‘in the company of...’ (kidding) there was still no news on flights...but at least they had a rocket up their bottoms and might start actually doing something!!! The workshop went as well as can be expected...there was a free and frank exchange of views, over a set of laminated donkeys...not real ones of course...paper ones...and I was in and out and quite distracted...but we made it through in one piece...</span><br /></div></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Wednesday 21st April 2010<br /></strong>Yep...you guessed it...the mother is STILL here...she headed back over to the VSO office while we had the workshop...when it was all done and everyone had gone home...we all headed over to the office to finish the final preparations for the next day...we ended up taking the laminator back to AEE and finishing the work there...thank goodness we did...it was gone midnight when we finally finished...<br /></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tuesday 20th April 2010<br /></strong>When is this going to end...will the mother ever be gone!!! Today was an office day...discussing how we felt the workshop had gone and planning for the next two days of workshops...the mother was in and out...she went off to the new intake groups in-country training with Portia...she seemed to have a good day...our day was long...but most of the work was done...<br /></div></span></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Monday 19th April 2010</strong><br />The workshops started a little later than originally planned...Emmanuel and Espe came over in VSO vehicles...which then took the mother back to the VSO off where she would spend the day working with Portia in the VSO office...she would be organising the books in the volunteer resource room library...in the afternoon...after agreeing that we would give Ethiopian Airlines time and space to come through with news on a flight...they headed over to the office...of course, it did not go well...and the manager got very angry...the man is an idiot...but they should have been left alone...Portia managed to get the mother to go on a moto...but it was a super long way...maybe 20 minutes..which is more than I would have done for my first trip!!! The workshop went quite well...although there were a few little hitches along the way...but aren’t there always...by the end of the day I was super tired and headed off for an early night...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Sunday 18th April 2010<br /></strong>After breakfast, myself and Dorothy headed over to the VSO office where we were going to be meeting with Emmanuel, Esperance and Bridget (from British Council) to plan the workshops for the week...Esperance was ill and didn’t come...but the meeting went surprisingly well...the mother on the other hand...had found some evangelical church group to take her along to a self-help group...for the afternoon...she seemed to have a good time and was much happier by the evening...I finished my meeting and went back to AEE to join her...an early night was had before the first workshop tomorrow morning...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#330099;"><strong>Saturday 17th April 2010<br /></strong>I was up early in the morning and went back to Ethiopian Airlines to try and sort out a ticket for the mother...I cancelled the meeting with Emmanuel and Dorothy (again) and decided to have a little quite reflection time on my own...I headed for Bourbon...armed with my laptop...and did a little bit of catching up with people in the real world...not this crazy parallel universe where I was stuck with the mother for eternity!!!! Anyway...she made her way up after doing all the washing which I had managed to create...we had a little lunch and then moved over to AEE, where the workshops were going to be held the following week...the rooms are clean and the beds a little more comfortable...and the mother seemed happier...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Friday 16th April 2010</strong><br />Up bright and early...all packed up and ready to hit the road...we headed up the road...bags trailing behind...uphill the the sunshine with 2, 20kg suitcases and a backpack...not the best idea I have ever had...the mother was struggling somewhat...but thankfully we were met half way up the hill by John who took the mothers bag the rest of the way up to the UTC shopping centre...I ordered the mother’s final cup of Rwandan coffee in Bourbon, while she went to make sure that the flight was still leaving... where we bumped into Shala and Dorothy...who joined us for a snack and drink...the flight was still going ahead...so, leaving our things at Nakumat, we headed for one final trip to the craft market...the mother managed to buy yet more bits and pieces...we had agreed with VSO that the mother would carry a motorcycle helmet and guitar...we booked a taxi to take us to the airport for 1pm...where we were going to meet Ruth with the things from VSO...only on our arrival at the airport...they had decided that the flight had been cancelled after all...now what...another day in the company of the mother...I was supposed to be in a meeting with Dorothy and Emmanuel for Global Schools Partnerships...but I cancelled in order to try and sort out the situation with the mother...her bags were left at the VSO office...and we headed into town to try and get another flight...needless to say we failed...she was wait listed for the next available flight...she had an overnight bag of things with her...and we headed back to St. Paul’s after a nice meal at a little Indian restaurant in the centre of town...</span></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;">Thursday 15th April 2010</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;">Most of the packing was done yesterday...but there are always little bits and pieces to pack on the day...I also had to pack as I was going to be spending a week in Kigali running Global Schools Partnerships workshops...it had rained all night...and carried on for much of the morning...we waited it out and it did eventually stop...but not before the roads had turned to sticky red mud...we decided that it would be easier to get a taxi than trying to carry all our bags up to the Sotra office...the taxi took a little longer than anticipated to arrive...but carried all our bags up the steps...we just about made it over the bridge into Butare...the road was so flooded that people were walking in water up to their knees...I am sure at one point the car was actually floating! We headed for the Sotra office only to find that yet again...there were no tickets...back in the car, we went to Volcano...this time I was just ignored...until the taxi driver came in and then they couldn’t be helpful enough...but again had no tickets...we went back to Sotra...where they had tickets for the next, but one bus...we popped in the Faucon for a drink and snack...when the lady from the Sotra office came in to say that they had managed to find three tickets for us (and extra one for the baggage) on the next bus...back in Kigali we checked back in to St. Paul’s...and called my Grandparents...but on the phone...my granddad mentioned something about a volcano which had erupted...nothing to worry about...we walked up to heaven...where we bumped into John from Save, who had a computer with him...we asked if we could check the internet...the news was not good...but I was still optimistic...no point in worrying about such things...we would just have to go to the Ethiopian Airlines office in the morning to check about the flight...no point in worrying about it now...lets just have a nice last supper and enjoy our last evening together...but it all seriousness...the mother HAS to go tomorrow!!!!</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Wednesday 14th April 2010<br /></strong>This morning I think we both managed to get out of bed on the wrong side...we needed to get out of the house...but there were no buses out of the village...the whole place was closed down...we went back home and packed and tomorrow was going to be the big trip back to Kigali...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Tuesday 13th April 2010</strong><br />We were up early...ready for another trip to Butare...this time the mother was headed for the museum...pretty easy to find...just down the main road...thankfully she managed it...I headed for the bank and then the post office to send all my post cards...and then settled myself in Matar awaiting the arrival of the mother...and then it happened...a very red sweaty mother was just about able to walk through the door and up the steps of Matar...I had not realised just how hot it was...she wasn’t too burnt...just enough to be amusing! We headed for the bus back to the Big G...and spent the rest of the day watching movies...one of the best ways to spend holidays! </span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Monday 12th April 2010<br /></strong>After a couple of cold showers we headed into Butare...we wandered around the market...it is like a warren...not very clean...pretty claustrophobic...but it does the job....not my favourite place to be...so we didn’t stay too long...we went to Matar for a drink before getting the bus back to the Big G...we cooked in the evening...tomato sauce with spicy sausage...I think it is the most adventurous I have been with my cooking since I arrived here...the mother needed a wee...and it was still raining...she decided that she could hold it no longer and headed out for the loo...but coming back...she walked straight up the steps and then along...only she chose the wrong step...and happened to the edging along the step where the water falls from the roof...needless to say...she was soaking...squealing and laughing...a pretty damp and soggy mother fell asleep pretty early while I stayed up and watched a movie...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>Sunday 11th April 2010</strong><br />After a nice sleep in Sunday was definitely a day of rest...and relaxation...and very nice it was too...I spent much of the day putting my new music onto my computer...the mother listened and chatted...Ruairi came home in the evening after being in Bujumbura...he was only home for a few hours before heading off to Kigali for the new volunteers early the next morning...but it was nice that they had a chance to meet...put names . to the faces..</span><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Saturday 10th April 2010</strong><br />With our bags packed for what was hopefully going to be the last time...we called a taxi to take our bags up the hill to the UTC shopping centre...we were meeting Melanie in Butare for lunch as she also had visitors, in form of a mother and a aunt...after drink in Bourbon we headed for the bus...as usual...nothing was simple...we got to the Sotra office...and they had no tickets for the 11am bus...so I headed up to the Volcano office...in the meantime...the man from Sotra spotted me...and asked the mother where I was going...and came to get me back...they somehow managed to fit us and our suitcases onto the bus...I had the wheel-arch seat, while the mother was on bag watch in the back seat...not that anyone could have stolen them...they would hardly make for a quick inconspicuous get away...but she seemed happy enough, chatting with a family from Rwanda...natter natter natter...I managed to make polite conversation for all of about 20 mins before the headphones were in and the homeward bound music was playing...and thank goodness I did...across the aisle and a seat in front were two ladies...one with two children...one young boy and a baby...anyway...as it happens...the boy coughed...and coughed...and coughed...and then vomited on the leg of the other lady and on the floor...this was followed by much retching...more coughing...spitting...it really was super pleasant!!! I now realise what it is I like so much about public transport...anyway...we finally made it to Butare...our bags were unloaded from the bus...and we went in search of Melanie and her sidekicks...it dint take much to find them...firstly, Butare is not the biggest of towns...secondly, it had been shut down for the afternoon (and this would be happening every day for the rest of the week). But we found them in the Hotel Ibis...the mother and I made our introductions, ordered some lunch and then we left the visitors to chat while Melanie and I went to check my post box and have a good catch up...before we knew it, it was time for Melanie and her guests to head for the bus back to Nyanza, while the mother and I got a taxi with all our luggage back to the Big G...we opened the front door...and there in the middle of the living room...was a big...red...shiny...MOTORBIKE!!!! I was very excited about this...but still had to give the grand tour of the house...not there was that much to see...we made the beds and started the unpacking...and the mother met Alexandre...who gave her quite a welcome...at one point we didn’t know if he was laughing or crying!...we made dinner...rice and soy sauce...who says I don’t know how to treat a guest...the mother fell asleep fully dressed...after what has been a very long journey...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Friday 9th April 2010<br /></strong>The mother was feeling a lot better today...we went to Kimironko market...where material, baskets and allsorts were bought...later in the afternoon we headed to the memorial centre...we got a taxi because the mother didn’t want to get a moto...but to be honest...neither did I!!!! The centre itself was maybe even more difficult going a second time...but it was late in the day and we were rushed through the end of it and didn’t have time to see the gardens...we called the taxi driver and he came to collect us and take us back to St Pauls...we had a quick rest before heading to ‘Heaven’ for dinner...the chocolate brownie is definitely a must when there...yum yum yum!!!</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#336666;"><strong>Thursday 8th April 2010<br /></strong>The mother was recovering from all the excitement of Tanzania...after a relaxing morning we headed into town to the craft market...the mother was feeling pretty tired and worn out and wanted to go back to the room...so we did...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Wednesday 7th April 2010</strong><br />Yet another early start...we had booked a taxi to collect the 4 of us and take us back to the bus station at 5.30am to get the bus to the boarder...we arrived at the bus station...paid for the taxi and then realised that we didn’t know which one was our bus...we asked around and it was clear that the buses that were waiting were not going to Rusumu...then as if out of nowhere...a guy came over...led the 4 of us through the bus station...and round the back of the buildings...and there was our bus...once there we realised that we had lost Yuki...Maike went to find her and I made sure all the bags were on the bus...now...I was not sure that it was a good time to arrive in Rwanda...but I was outvoted and I found myself crossing the boarder...Back in Rwanda there were some problems with Yuki and Mike as they didn’t have the right visas...but in the end they were allowed to pass...back in Rwanda we booked onto the next bus leaving...there was about an hour to wait...we found a small bar where we got fanta and ate the packed breakfast from the hotel in Kahama...some sort of sweetened spaghetti...very strange but almost nice!!! Eventually the bus was ready to leave and after some discussion about paying for luggage we were off...we arrived in Kigali and it was like a ghost town...we walked down to St Pauls and managed to check in. All the shops and most restaurants were closed...the only place we could find which was open was Nakumat...we bought some supplies and headed back to St Pauls for dinner...</span><br /></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Tuesday 6th April 2010</strong><br />Our tickets had be bought before our incredible safari...and the bus was at 5.30 in the A M...yet again we were up, packed and ready...the porters came to collect our bags and we made our way to the bus station...being stupidly early, it was still dark...there was some confusion over the bus which we were getting, but we managed to find it in the end...as our bags were being loaded into the hold, the driver suggested we buy some large plastic bags to protect our luggage...we couldn’t understand why...so refused and got onto the most uncomfortable bus ever...in each row there were 2 seats, the aisle and then 3 seats...thankfully we had a 2 seats...but there was no room for our hand luggage, legs or anything really...there were people standing in the aisle and we were off...Mohamed Express had departed...the bus was so old I think it might have actually been owned by Mohamed himself...with seats covered in what felt like carpet...and windows which barely opened...after a short while we were off the main road...and cruising down very dusty, dirt track...7 hours later...we were still cruising down the dirt track...and finally 13 hours later...we arrived at the bus station in Kahama...the mother was in charge of finding somewhere to stay, while I went to find tickets to Kigali for the following day...The bus companies were far from honest and tried to sell me a ticket to Bujumbura in Burundi rather than actually getting us to Kigali...but eventually we found the tickets we needed, although they only went as far as the board...the mother had found us somewhere to stay and had also befriended a Korean Man called Mike and a Japanese girl called Yuki...so they joined us...we got a taxi to the hotel and after arguing with the taxi driver we were booked in...and it was actually very nice...we went for a walk around the town, but it was dark and not a lot seemed to be happening so we headed back to the hotel for dinner...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Monday 6th April 2010<br /></strong>I don’t think I have ever got up this early on Easter Monday...but the excitement was too much and we were both soon up, showered and raring to go...thankfully, even though the mother was on the go slow...it was still dark when we had breakfast...and it was not long before we were on the road again...but this time heading for Ngorongoro Crater...the sun was starting to come up as we were making our way...stopping at the Lake Manyara lookout point...which in the misty haze of a bright morning...was in fact stunning...but we were back in the car before long and heading for the Ngorongoro lookout point...the view which we were met with could never be described...and although the pictures make it look beautiful...they are nothing compared to the real thing and do it no justice whatsoever...it really is incredible! We stayed for a while as the sun was coming up...but we had a safari to be getting on with...and it was back in the car and off to the entrance of the crater...the road to the entrance was steep and narrow...there were trucks coming through as it is also one of the main roads to the Serengeti and it is the route supplies are taken on...after an ear popping climb we were at the entrance...the driver went off to pay for the car and our entrance fees...while we made a quick loo stop and bought some postcards...and the mother chatted to the boy in the shop...who was apparently was Masai Mara...who knows...maybe he was...but he then went on to ask for money...there are places where I would expect that to happen...but not at the shop and information centre at entrance...but maybe that is just me! Anyway...I finally managed to drag the mother away and get her back in the car...and we were off...it took a while before we were in the crater...more climbing up steep slopes and then driving around the rim to the entrance...maybe I forgot to mention that Ngorongoro Crater is a volcano which has collapsed and is now dormant...making a crater in the middle of it which is inhabited by thousands of wild animals...and makes for an extremely rewarding safari!!! The Masai have grazing rights in the conservation area...but they can often be seen trying to sell Masai jewellery and other bits and pieces...on our way around the rim...the mother asked to stop to take photos...(even though we had discussed the fact that they would try and charge us for the photo...) she went ahead and was then very surprised when they asked her for money for the photo...the driver managed to negotiate them down to a more reasonable price...and we were off again...As we got to the crater floor we saw wildebeest...I had never seen them before and I always thought that it was just another name for Buffalo...but no...they are different...with long faces...they are not the prettiest of creatures...a little further on and in the distance...there was a sandy coloured blob...then it moved and started to pace up and down...yes it was in fact a LION...apart from being thrilled that I was actually seeing a real live LION...I was also a little disappointed that it was so very far away and I couldn’t see it properly! But wild animals are wild...and if I wanted to see it close up I should maybe go to a zoo...but I couldn’t help that little feeling of disappointment...but we had animals to see...so...chin up and lets get on...next it was Thompson’s Gazelle followed by more Wildebeest...before the first Zebra of the day...they seemed to be quite a young group and were playing around...the baby zebra were more brown in their colouring and the fur was fluffy and slightly tufted, rather than smooth and sleek...then it was down to the small lake in the crater...where there were Flamingo...they were quite a distance away...but could be seen clearly...they were there with Zebra, Wildebeest and maybe even a Buffalo or two were down there...then in the distance...like a misshapen...rather bedraggled bear...was in fact a real life Hyena...although I love the experience of safari...I am surprised by the ugliness of many of the animals available for viewing...they really are not very pretty...and Hyena is also added to the list...although they are not as skinny or tired looking as I thought they would be!...passed the more Antelope and a Jackal...and we were faced with a rather large puddle in the road...maybe a little more like a river...but there was only one way through...we had been standing up as we were driving along...but the mother (very sensibly) decided to sit down at this point...I on the other hand thought I would be super brave and stand up...it all started very well...but then about half way through there was a huge hole in the road which we had not seen as it was filled with water...and all of a sudden I was hanging onto the roof for dear life...swinging from side to side...with my camera swinging around my neck...I lost my grip and tumbled into the car...the big lens of my camera bashed against the door of the car and I landed sideways on, in a fit a laughter, in the chair...thankfully four wheel drive was invented for such events and we made it to the other side of the bad patch of road...the lens of the camera was a little dented and chipped, but thankfully I had a filter on so it was that which was damaged rather than the actual lens...phewph!!!!! But on the other side of the bad road...there was...LIONS!!!! and this time they were super close to the road...they were there, just snoozing in the long grass...then they got up and started walking around the cars...now...had I not really liked my hands...or life all that much...I would have been able to put my hand out of the car a stroked them they were so close...but I was sensible and kept all my limbs inside the car...we set off again and came upon some more Zebra...but this time it was Zebra hugging...standing next to each other with their heads on each other’s shoulders...it was time to stop for lunch by the Hippo pool...the Hippos could only just be seen in the water as the weather was so very nice...thank goodness we had seen then in their full glory the day before...lunch had to be eaten in the car as there were Eagles flying around on the hunt for food...and these particular ones were not afraid of humans...I spent much of lunch pestering about how much I wanted to see a Rhino-saurus...but was told that it would not be possible as although the weather was nice, it was windy and Rhinos don’t like wind...so I was resigned to heading back to Arusha...Via a few elephants...but on the way...they driver suddenly started to pick up speed...and was speeding down the track...then there it was...in the distance...a Rhino-saurus...horns and everything...my day was made...and I was more than happy to make the long journey back to Arusha...we made the journey back...stopping to see some Elephants on the way...and then it was up up up and out of the crater...then around the rim...and down down down to the road home! And before we knew it...and after a little snoozing we were back at the hotel...our bags were taken to our room and we prepared for another early start and long journey the next day...breakfast was brought to our room so we didn’t have to take the time going down to the dining hall and it was arranged that the night porters would some and collect our bags and walk with us to the bus station...</span><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Sunday 5th April 2010</strong><br />Safari time was upon us...and a little too soon for my liking...since being in the heart of Africa...I have certainly developed the ability to sleep...although I don’t always need it...sleep is the new black. The mother was a little bleary eyed too...but did manage to befriend an evangelical Christian at breakfast...boy oh boy...that was a lucky treat...I jokingly suggested I gave her one of the Jesus keyrings I had bought in Dar Es Salaam...the mother of course thought that this was a great idea...you see...she just doesn’t understand the brilliance of Jesus (or anything to do with any religion) paraphernalia...but I was not ready to give up the keyring...and instead sipped on my watermelon juice...which is not actually that nice...but it did mean that I was able to keep the keyring! Anyway...our bags were packed and stored away...and we were ready to start the day...first things first...and possibly the most painful part of the entire holiday...handing over all the money...as it all had to be paid in cash...and in US Dollars...but once it was done...we were off...myself...the mother...and the guide/driver...all in a 4x4 with a popup roof...and we were off...just one stop to collect the animal books and binoculars...I do so very much like the fact that they have thought of absolutely everything! We had been going for about half an hour when we stopped at a craft shop...possibly the most expensive craft shop I have ever been in...but nice to look around...I will never lose my passion for shopping...but everything was very over priced...even by my standards! Anyway...we were off again before long...it was about a 2 hour drive from Arusha to Lake Manyara...we had been going for about an hour and a half when we suddenly, super close to the road...was a small herd of elephants...just roaming around...hanging out...the mother was beside herself with excitement and her camera was out fast than I could even blink...if I am honest...I also thought it was pretty amazing...but I just have a little more self control that the mother!!! After much photo taking...driving backwards and forwards to get the best shot...we were off again...and this time we managed to make it all the way to the entrance...there was a little exhibition to walk around on a boardwalk...through the trees and plants...very well presented...the toilets were very nice indeed...not having a ‘proper’ toilet myself...I tend to rate places on their toilets...Lake Manyara it has to be said rates very highly indeed...we stopped for lunch before heading into the park itself...I was having a super slow day...and had only managed to eat my chicken when the mother and the driver had both finished...there was no time to wait though and I took mine back to the car...the roof was popped...and we were off...The road was scattered with baboons...big red bottoms out at the ready...a little further down the road and we cam upon the first giraffes of the day...now...did you know that ‘giraffe’ is Arabic for ‘fast walker’...while ‘Twiga’ is Swahili for giraffe...boy it is a complicated world we live in...so there they were in all their glory...the fast walkers...also I have since found out that they get darker with age...so the older they are the darker their markings...making the ones we saw nearly as old as the mother...KIDDING!!!! The roads were not in very good condition as we were there during the rainy season...and at some points the road were impassable and we had to find another route...but it was only after we were stuck in the mud and the driver had to get out to do something to the 2 wheel/4 wheel drive thing that we realised this...anyway...the new road took us straight past possibly the ugliest creatures in the world...Pumba I am so very sorry...but you really are not a looker...Warthogs...man oh man they are urrrgly!!!! Not even the ladies have any redeeming features...having said that...the same can be said for Banbury girls on a night out!!! Anyway...I had previously thought that they were shy timid animals...but they appeared perfectly happy to roll in the mud and play fight for our amusement...then it was off to the Hippos...and because the weather had not been great they were out of the water...wallowing in the mud by the pool...there was a fence around...I am guessing for our safety...as I for one would have been tempted to go just a little bit closer...but those quick thinking Tanzanians saw me (and my rather soggy feet) coming...maybe it was a good thing I couldn’t get any closer...partly due to the danger of the animals...and partly as my feel were already slightly swampy...and it really would not have been nice...but at least you can clean feet!!! We left the hippos to carry on the fun...we saw impala (which I think might nearly be my faves!) monkey, vulture, more baboons, mongoose...and elephant – which were super close...so close in fact I had to put the little lens on my camera...the mother has some awesome video too...we carried on a little further and found a lookout point over the lake...where we had a break from all the bumping around in car...there were lots of birds around...and a beautiful view over the lake...we carried on a little further and saw some zebra...and more giraffe...which it was noticed by the mother have a rather strange walk...also known as an ambling walk...as the legs on either side of the body move together...rather than opposites...but eventually it was time to head back to the guest house where we were staying for the night...we stopped on the way at a some stalls at the side of the road...there was a drunken brawl and we decided that we would leave...but we found another larger craft market...but the prices were a joke...celebrity skin = MONEY!!!! We ended up leaving without actually buying anything...although there were some canvases which I would have liked...but we went back to the guesthouse...which was simple but nice...dinner was prepared...fish and potatoes amongst other things...half way through the meal...I found myself with a grasshopper on my back..not particularly pleasant...but I was able to keep my cool...just...and then it was back to the room...where yet again...I managed to secure myself the dwarfs bed in the corner...but thank goodness there was a mosquito net!!! It was early to bed as it was going to be early to rise in the morning...breakfast was to be in the dark so that we would be able to see the sunrise!</span> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Saturday 4th April 2010<br /></strong>We woke early, showered and managed to make it to the bus on time...our tickets were checked, our luggage put onto the bus and we settled ourselves in our seats...it was not long before we had stopped at the bus station across town, where we were going to pick up some more passengers...there was a little confusion as there were more people with the same ticket as ours...and it was not long before it was realised that we were in fact on the wrong bus, but we were in the right place to get on the right but! Our luggage was transferred and we settled onto the new bus...it was not long before we were off...there was a stop at some service station, where the toilets were actually very nice for this part of the world...there was a bottle of pop, a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits for each passenger...but it was well over 12 hours on the bus when we finally arrived in Arusha. From what I could see...Arusha was not somewhere I was going to like very much...we walked a little way down what i thought might be the main road in serch of somewhere to stay...we found The Golden Rose but it looked very nice and expensive..so we consulted the map and went in search off all the rooms which are cheap but nice (ish)...we found it and I went off to see what the rooms were like...but they were all either full or not very nice...one place I had asked if the room was en suite...of course it is but the toilet is just out here...and boy what a toilet it was...it was a western style toilet, sunk into the ground to become a pit latrine...I left pretty sharpish...the mother was left standing on the corner with most of the bags while i had been off...we thought it might be a good idea to head off and find somewhere to stay before it got dark...the mother was not liking it very much and we decided to try The Golden Rose anyway...we managed to get a nationals rate and our bags were carried for us to our room...the water was hot and the room was very clean. The hotel also had a travel booking agency for booking safari...I still think we should have shopped around a little bit, but we had a goo deal...we would be driven from Arusha to Lake Manyara National Park the following morning, we would stay at a small lodge in Karatu on Sunday night and then visit Ngorongoro crator early on Monday morning before being driven back to Arusha in the evening...our bags were stored at the hotel as we only had one more sleep before safari time!!!<br /></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-23891652052269094382010-05-03T23:29:00.000-07:002010-08-04T22:21:06.639-07:00To Paradise And Back - Holiday With The Mother - Part 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBk2IOjV3oUqcjKD1cc0NO0iiJxndOfznjVnZfXuKFAbqgwg_5RCHosBHNENg6MdEnME-95-Pi-WEP-kKoeMRxZee50oJydxE8vznWTKyNBKyVRxEE-9rl5vvUrYZKiCS1ayF2q4UZl-s/s1600/162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501787045903333826" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr5qT-Dbtoealdptv5l4S1ty8fwAhnx6aIdC2QaXlRmuXkdizZfVYj27wtqISuQYcD4jqioHxxV1GKxQGRp99pHnJ1LfWSIGrwTyAmQ6SMxemJE5IPqUl_IMLhCGnUhTjqyxOCbXqMiI8/s320/96.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Monday 29th March 2010<br /></strong>This morning got off to a slightly rocky start....mostly, I believe, due to the appalling weather outside...but the atmosphere inside the arse-end of abdalla was not to be reckoned with...we needed to get out...and fast...the plan was to go on a ‘spice tour’ but we were too late...this did nothing for my bad temper...I do get ever so cross when the little things go wrong!!! Anyway...we went for a walk along the waterfront...BOOKED a spice tour for the following day...lost ourselves in the winding alleys of the old town...went to the market and looked at all the spices...indulged in a fresh coconut each...this was something which the mother had never tried before...but enjoyed very much...for a start a fresh ripe coconut is green and smooth on the outside, rather than brown and bristly...so...the top is cut off...making a small hole...in which a straw is placed...and you drink the milk...which is in fact a clear liquid...when all the juice has gone...the hole is made bigger...and part of the shell is used to scrape the fruit from inside...the fruit is soft and a little like jelly...and nothing like coconut as we know it! I do believe that the mother thoroughly enjoyed it! This was the sustenance we needed for the shopping that followed...we bought scarves, and necklaces, and bracelets...all sorts...but not before the mother was completely ripped off by a young man selling what can be bought in the shops for a lot less...but a tale of woe about being a twenty something year old orphan...and a handkerchief of the mothers tears later, she bought a bracelet for a lot more than she should have paid for it...I only hope she likes i...this was followed by lunch looking out at the ocean...and a trip to the museum, which was actually far more interesting than I had thought it would be...we watched another mediocre sunset...ruined by the everlasting cloud...and then headed to ‘Mercury’s’...after Freddy, who was born on Zanzibar....for a very nice meal and a long stroll home...without getting lost!!!<br /></span></div><div> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Tuesday 30th March 2010<br /></strong>Bright, early and bushy tailed...we were collected from the worst guest house in the world by one of the guides for the spice tour...9 or ten of us were piled into the back of a minibus...with the mother riding in the front...the tour itself was very interesting...walking around a spice farm learning about all the different spices and fruits and what they do...it was in fact very interesting but the mother particularly enjoyed herself...there were a couple of boys who must have worked on the farm there to help...making palm leaf baskets, frogs, watches and rings...and a sample of the all fresh spices were given to each person in a cone made from leaves...at the end of the tour we walked back to the main road to meet the bus and try a variety of different fruits...including sweet limes and cocoa...we were taken to the old baths of a sultan of Zanzibar...and then for lunch where we all sat on the floor on a mat for simple and presumably traditional food from Zanzibar...after that we went into a cave where slaves were kept...the steps were sleep and it was wet and damp...apparently there are many bodies still down in the tunnels of the cave where the slaves had not had enough oxygen and had suffocated and the bodies had never been retrieved...we were offered the choice of walking down the tunnels of the cave or going to the beach...thankfully everyone wanted to go to the beach...so it was back in the bus...the beach was beautiful...and deserted...clean white sand...clear turquoise water...but unfortunately no one had thought to were swimwear under their clothes and there was nowhere to change...so it was the swimming costume salsa under a towel for everyone...but it was more than worth it...the water was warm like a bath...and made me even more determined to get the mother to the beach!!! After an hour on the beach and another rendition of the swimming costume salsa (but this time with water added into the mix!) we headed back to the guesthouse...making sure we were packed ready for departure for the beach in the morning, we headed out in search of live Tarab music...more for the mother than me to be honest...but there are things you just have to do. The performances are usually in the castle in the centre of town...but as it was the low season it was not on...but be did manage to book onto the beach bus for the following morning...the bus collects you from your guest house, along with all your bags, then takes you to the beach area and drives from resort to resort until you find somewhere you like...anyway, we booked and then went off to watch a far better sunset over the waterfront...the clouds had cleared a little...making for some very nice pictures...and then it was off to The Serena Hotel in search of live music...and there we found it...lots of men playing instruments...all sat in a line all wearing white...the mother loved it...especially as there was a man with a violin...it wasn’t long before she was up there chatting with him...I was just relieved she didn’t ask to play with them!!! Anyway, they swapped numbers and he had invited her to his house to meet his wife...as it happens...he is very well know on Zanzibar and he runs a music school for women...anyway...we had a beer and then headed back to the waterfront for dinner...before getting a taxi back to the guesthouse.</span></div></div><br /><div><div></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Wednesday 1st April 2010</strong><br />Our bags were packed and we were ready to leave ‘The Arse End Of Abdalla’ behind forever and head north to one of the many beach regions...the bus took about an hour...and thankfully the weather had improved somewhat...and along with that...so had my mood...beach bound I was...and I was more than happy to spend a couple of days on the beach...we stopped at a couple of places along the way...which we did not like very much or were out of our price range...but finally...we found the perfect place...a quiet little huddle of cottages...just back from the beach...’White Sands Resort’...it was a little more than we had hoped...but it was worth it...the room was cool, spacious and airy...there was a giant bed...which the mother had...and then there was a bed possibly made for dwarfs which was tucked away at the other end of the room...no problem...I am short after all!!! But first things first...don’t bother with the unpacking and making a place a home...not when there is white sand and the Indian Ocean waiting for you...it was back into the swimmers...and into the sea...it was like a bath...just amazing...we had lunch at the bar on the beach...and then carried on the swimming...when there is a sea so clear you can see the bottom when it is way out of reach there is no time for sand lounging...well...maybe just a little bit then! I headed back for the snorkel...and headed off on a snorkelling expedition...who needs pricy tours when you have a snorkel of your own!!! Early evening we headed back to the room to shower and change ready for dinner on the beach...watching the sunset with a cold beer...MAGIC!!!!</span></div><br /><div></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Thursday 2nd April 2010<br /></strong>Up bright and early...breakfast on the beach...then back into the sea...I think you might be able to see a pattern forming here...basically the rest of the day continued pretty much the same...in and out of the water...usually just to reapply sun cream...however...the mother went for a walk into the village and managed to find two girls to cook lunch for us...and then two little boys to bring it down to the beach...it was simple local food...I actually spilt most of mine in the sand...but the mother was happy...in the afternoon...I managed to get the mother into the sea...and out of her depth with a snorkel on...she is *9 and had never before put her head under water...but she did...I was very proud..although she did then go on to swim into the rudder of a parked (is it ok to say ‘parked’) boat freaked herself out and went back to the shore...I carried on and saw coral, starfish and lots of other brightly coloured fish...I headed back to the mother where I was greeted by a little girl...who wanted to be my friend, play with me and collect shells...now how do you tell an 8 year old little girl that you are not in fact 8, looking for a friend or wanting to collect shells in the shallows...so yes...I spent the rest of the afternoon essentially babysitting the mother and now a small child too...there I am on a paradise island...hanging out with the mother and a child who thinks I am about 10 years old! I managed to make a break for it and get back to the deeper water snorkelling where neither the mother nor the child would be able to get to me! I was washed and ready for the sunset on the beach with a cold beer again...we were packed ready for going in the morning...but had left our costumes out for one last dip before going...while packing we had to play a quick game of hide and seek with a cockroach...not my favourite game...but better found and disposed of than on the loose in the room.</span></div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Friday 3rd April 2010<br /></strong>We were up and ready for our last morning swim before heading back to the mainland of Tanzania...we were booked back onto the same bus which had brought us here...we had one last swim before showering the last of the saltwater off and finishing the last minute packing that still had to be done...we were ready...and waiting by reception...but it appeared that they were not ready for us and time was getting on...I had agreed with the mother that I would go back to the mainland on the 12.30 ferry...while she went to meet the professor and his wife...she would then get the boat back at 4pm...meanwhile, I would change some more money, check us into the econolodge for another night and then get our bus tickets to Arusha for the next day...I made it back to the mainland...the lady opposite gave me sweets, while the steward came around with sick bags...the crossing was a little rough but thankfully the people near me were not being sick...I had both my rucksack and the big pink suitcase so I decided to get a taxi back to the hotel, stopping for money on the way. I had not taken into account that fact that it was in fact Good Friday and therefore everything was shut...thankfully there was a Barclays with a cash machine which worked...It has been so long since I used a cash machine that I was surprised that I even remembered how to use it...after checking in, the guys at reception gave me directions to the bus offices and advised us to go with Kilimanjaro Coaches as they leave from near the hotel...I went into a few, but did in fact decide to go with Kilimanjaro...I bought the tickets and we were to leave on a 12 hour bus to Arusha at 6am the following day...I had some time to kill before meeting the mother so thought I would do a little shopping...unfortunately, it was STILL Good Friday and the shops were shut still...I walked along the harbour front...went for a coke in the Kilimanjaro Hotel and bought a Jesus key ring or 2...what a buy! The mother arrived and we walked back to the hotel...her crossing had been somewhat rougher than mine...there were too many vomit stories for me to listen too...we had dinner at a small restaurant near the hotel and managed to get some chapatti for the journey the following day...</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-78718316479360404252010-05-03T23:15:00.000-07:002010-05-03T23:26:09.017-07:00A Holiday With The Mother - And This Is Just The Beginning...<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Sunday 28th March 2010<br /></strong>Here we are at the very beginning of our Tanzanian adventure...and so it had begun...with two big suitcases and a backpack...and a sky full of thundery grey rain clouds...but despite the miserable weather we headed off for the ferry over to Zanzibar...arriving at the port in a taxi...the driver very kindly took me to the kiosk where I was to pay for the tickets...following some confusion we realised that I needed our passports...back to the car for those and then back to pay...and a few short moments...there in my hand were two VIP tickets for ‘The Flying Horse’ Zanzibar’s finest slow ferry...there was a slightly hairy moment when the mother went into a panic as I thought I might have lost my purse...however...as always it was in my bag and just needed a few calm moments to locate it...I found it and we were able to make our way down to the boat...after a long walk down we were finally there...only this time we were faced with steps...and with all out luggage....this was not going to be fun...thankfully there were boat porters on hand to help in such an event...two muzungu ladies with far too much luggage!!! But before we knew it...we were sat up in a comfy lounge room in faux leather armchairs...preparing to while away our four hour boat trip...sleep was definitely first on the list of time passing activities...4 hours later we arrived safely on the paradise island of Zanzibar...where the weather was little different to that on the main land of Tanzania...after finally making off the boat in one piece...there were immigration forms to be completed...before piling all our things in a taxi in search of somewhere to stay...now...I have read the travel guide for the area...and I have travelled before...yet somehow all of this went out of the window once I was in the taxi...the oldest trick in the book is to say that the place where you want to stay is full...and it happened...and I BELIEVED him!!! And we were taken to the next place...which just happened to be one of the worst places on earth...yet for some reason...before I had a chance to stop them the words...’yes, we will stay here’ were already out of my mouth...and so it was...we were to stay at the ‘Annex of Abdalla’ or as it was later renamed...the ‘arse-end of Abdalla’.I could tell byt he mother’s face...without her even having to say anything...that she was not happy to be staying here...and neither was I...but we were both too tired to do anything about it...we left our things in the hotel and headed out through the narrow, winding streets of Zanzibar...it was not long before we had made it to the sea front...which although it was more of a harbour in most places and was lacking in beach (not that I expected any in Stonetown) it was pretty...and the ocean was clear and blue/green...sadly the sunset was a disappointment as it was too cloudy...but it was pleasant enough...we had dinner in a restaurant overlooking the water...before heading home...unfortunately...one of the major downfalls of such picturesque winding cobbled streets...is that it is very easy to get lost...and before long...that was exactly what we were...lost...lost...lost!!! Thankfully after about half an hour of walking we managed to find someone who know of the place where we were staying and he walked us back there...looking back...there is no way that we would have ever found it on our own...so there it was...our first day in paradise...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Saturday 27th March 2010</strong><br />Today sees the arrival of The Mother...we woke to another glorious hot, sunny day...the plan was to head out early...change some money...walk around the fish market and meet the mother at the airport...We headed out in search of the local fish market...but I think either it was not as good as I had been expecting or we had well and truly missed the catch of the day. We were walking around...and the more I walked...the more bits of fish insides and fishy water I got between my toes...not the nicest or cleanest of feelings...I had my big camera with me to take some photos...I was about to do so...when I realised that I had actually left the batteries back at the hotel...oh the sadness...We carried on looking around...and found a man sharpening knives on a bicycle...the bike was stationary and just off the floor so that the wheels could turn...and as they did so...they moved the bit to sharpen the knife...was funny to see!!! Anyway...I did not want to be late to meet the mother and decided to get a bus over to the airport...the bus journey was long...but nowhere near long enough...and I was at the airport with nearly 2 hours to kill...I had thought that there would be more to do than there was...but alas...there really was nothing to be done...not even a coffee shop...so I amused myself for some time in an internet cafe...but had to use 3 computers as every time I had been using one for about 5-10 minutes...it froze and started acting crazy...I decided to call it a day and went off in search of pop...and a comfy seat on the steps to enjoy it...only while I was there I realised that my bag had been slashed...thankfully the tailor in Rwanda who had made it had used an entire panel of fabric meaning that it was 5 or six layers thick and the knife had only made it through the first 4 layers...that can only be a good thing considering it had my nig camera in it!!! Well...I whiled away some time on the steps...went for a walk...looked at some leaflets for safari...and it was time for the arrival...I checked the board...DELAYED...seriously...hadn’t I done my time already? In the time remaining I decided to check with the pharmacist about finding a good dentist in Dar Es Salaam...basically, his advised me not to bother as there was no such thing...looks like I will just have to wait it out...So there I was waiting...when finally the mother bustled through the doors...obviously she was not pulling her own suitcases or pushing her own trolley...no no...she had found someone to do all of that for her...to be honest she was looking remarkably bright eyed and bushy tailed for someone who had travelled 5000 miles overnight...the only giveaway was the none existent shankles...now for someone who was blessed with ‘Cavanagh legs’ in the first place...it was not a good look to appear to have a football squeezed under the skin of each ankle...but she wore it very well...we piled the things into a taxi and headed back to the hotel for the great unveiling of the suitcase...it was a task which had to be done...and I took great pleasure in doing!!!! My oh my there was some amazing stuff in those suit cases...When the mother had had some time to rest the shankles...we headed down to the harbour...where we sipped cocktails in the rooftop bar of the Kilimanjaro hotel while watching the sunset over the clear blue ocean...possible one of the best mojitos I have ever had...but we decided that maybe dinner there was a little out of our price range and we would find somewhere closer to the hotel...after which we were to start planning the first part of our holiday adventure...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Friday 26th March 2010<br /></strong>Good god...someone please tell me that I am really not up at 3.45am!! Why do planes have to go at such silly times? Our taxi arrived as planned at 4.30am...and we were flying at 7am...I had been worrying about the weight of my hand luggage...as I had managed to fit my big camera...in it’s case...into my rucksack for hand luggage...I have no idea why I was worrying though as no one really cared! We stopped for coffee before checking in and making our way onto the plane. The flight was short...and worryingly low...but it was nice to get such a view of Rwanda and Burundi...but it really is strange...the hills seem to literally stop as you cross into Burundi...I was also feeling a little bad for flying...and then saw that there were only about 10 people on the flight from Burundi to Dar Es Salaam...making me feel even worse...we landed...it was hot and humid...nothing like Rwanda...in the airport it was even hotter and forms needed to be completed...it took us so long to complete them...the airport staff came over to check that we understood...no we are just tired and slow...our visa’s were paid for and we headed to get out luggage...there were so few of us that they didn’t even bother with the carousel...and we just got our bags from a small pile in the middle of the airport...we got a taxi to the hotel...checked in and then went for a walk around Dar Es Salaam..we walked along the harbour before heading back to the hotel and napping before going out for dinner..dinner was to be at a local badminton club where they also serve Indian food...I am still trying to work out the connection between Indian cuisine and badminton...as there is more than one such establishment in Dar Es Salaam...some better than others, it does have to be said...the only reason I can come up with is that badminton was devised in India...which is also home to curry? Maybe...maybe not...I am not sure I will ever have the answer...but it is fun to think about all the ideas...anyway...we finally found the place...after getting a little lost...but headed home for a reasonably early night as we had been up for hours...however there was some confusion over bedding...now I am essentially a cold blooded creature...but even I would not have been able to sleep under and duvet/blanket and needed an extra sheet...this took far longer than I would have liked but was sorted out in the end...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Thursday 25th March 2010<br /></strong>So...having made a mid week trip to the city to drain my bank account to pay for my plane ticket...I was packed and ready to start my holiday...I had used all my money to pay for my plane ticket so I had to borrow money to get me to Kigali from Ruairi...Once in Kigali I had some money to claim which I could get cash for...meaning I had enough money to get by until I got back from Tanzania...Christine had arranged for us to stay with one of her friends in Kigali, which meant we didn’t have to pay for a nights’ accommodation...the lady, it turned out, worked for Tony Blair’s office and lived in a very nice house...there was even an upstairs! When we got there she was getting ready to go out to an art exhibition at Novotel...which is a very nice hotel...and we were invited to join her if we wanted too...we thought that this would be a nice thing to do so we had possibly the quickest shower in the world...but not so fast that I didn’t manage to flood the bathroom...now this is the very reason why I dislike going to other people’s houses...because I always break things or things just generally don’t go quite right...anyway...the bathroom was nicely flooded...but I just about managed to mop up most of the mess using the bath towel...and we were ready to go....just...there were quite a few people at the hotel...and FREE WINE!!! If it wasn’t worth it for any other reason...there was free wine...and that was enough for me...the art work was interesting...the carpets thick, new and squishy...and I met some new people...both Christine and I were feeling tired and had to get up early to get to the airport...so we went back to the house...had some dinner and went to bed...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff6666;">So the plan was that I would get the 30 hour bus to Dar Es Salaam, where I was going to meet the mother...but 3 days before I was due to leave...I received a phone call from the bus company telling me that I would not be able to go on Tuesday 23rd March as there was a problem with the bus...but they would be able to take me on the Saturday...that was going to be too late as mum would already be in Dar on her own...they looked at other ways of getting there...but it was becoming far too complicated...and $356 dollars later...there I was, with my very own economy class plane ticket...as it happened I was going to be on the same plane as Canadian Christine...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff6666;">So the motorcycle diaries are on hold for a short time...my bike is on its way and should arrive soon...although I am still having lessons...and they are still rather amusing...I am just having them to build up my confidence driving on the dirt roads...but I am not good with an audience and I end up doing really silly things...quite how my instructor doesn’t have a heart condition is beyond me...the other day I thought he had told me to turn down a lane as we were leaving the driving school, but apparently he wasn’t so I tried to correct myself and ended up stalling on the edge of a rather steep drop...in front of an entire road of people...then on the way back...I was just turning into the driving school...where again there were lots of people just milling around...when all of a sudden it was as if my neck was on fire...I didn’t know what it was or what to do...and I lost control of the bike...careering back into the school...trying to brake with my feet...and...stalled...what a surprise...but because they don’t speak English or French...I could not explain to them that I had been stung...they just thought I was a crap driver...they all just kept laughing and saying, ‘no problem...no problem...’ but it was a problem...I was wearing a jumper...everyone tried to see if there was anything inside it...but it wasn’t until I had left and looked again that I saw the little bugger dying in my jumper...with his insides falling out of his bottom...where his sting used to be...I did have a little panic...but 3 very nice ladies with babies strapped to them and umbrellas stopped to help me...my god it hurt...I think it must have stung the bone as it was bruised for about a week after!!! Anyway...the motorbike stories must stop here as we have a holiday to talk about...</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-39911434226161529742010-03-20T02:27:00.000-07:002010-03-20T02:33:18.336-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Ok...so it has been a while again...my dad has made it to the ripe old age of 60...and I missed the fun and games...but by the sounds of it...fun was had by all...The meeting with the NCDC was cancelled...although I am not sure that we would have been told had Anna not called to ask them to books rooms for us...we decided that we had both made time to go to Kigali...so that was what we were going to do...and we went anyway...and worked on the curriculum together...which actually proved very successful...we managed to get a lot of work done...and I was back in time for Primus Friday in Butare...Melanie and April visited the big G on Friday evening...waragi (Ugandan gin) was mixed with coke or fanta and drunk from the bottle through a straw...nobody can say I am not classy! The flying maggots put in a timely appearance...April insisted on the lights being on...I suggested that this was not a good idea as the horrid maggoty things came in...and I was proved right...there they were flying around the room in circles...banging into everything in sight...walls...ceilings...light bulbs...candles...floors...anything and everything...they could find...Mel and April left early on Saturday morning...giving me time to have my weekly hot shower...2 kettles of boiling water....clean clean clean!!!...the weather on Saturday was not so nice...so I made a nice warm vegetable soup...only it was a little thick and more like a stew by the end of it! Sunday brought with it glorious sunshine...I spent the day pottering at home...which is always a welcome treat...but seems to happen an awful lot!<br /><br /><br />Primus Friday was upon us again...only this time there was a small piece of information missing...like the fact that we were going to stay in Butare...Amy had been texting myself and John, who lives in Save.(pronounced sarvay...I don’t think I will every again be able to say the word save!) anyhow...he had all the information...while I had none...Amy had forgotten to mention that he was coming or that we were staying in Butare...so I rocked up with nothing...I was going to go home and get some things..but decided that that would take far too long and had to be brave...so...Primus Friday had a bit of a twist this week...it took the form of a good old fashioned pub crawl...through the bright shining lights of Butare...and to the Chinese...Chinese Rwandan style is a little different to anywhere else...everything tastes the same...but my favourite item on the menu was, as always, not available...and It is something I would really very much like to try...’Fish in the shape of a squirrel’...however this is not the first time I have seen this listed on a menu...and one day I hope to try it...during the course of the evening...I was literally eaten alive...the three of us shared and room in Butare...and headed off early the following morning...back to the big G for the weekly hot shower...and another soup...a little more successful this time...actually...a lot more successful!...I also took the time to count my bites...on my left leg there were about 30 and on my right I managed a staggering 40...making a total (for those of you who cant count!) of at least 70...yes 70 bites...all from the knee down!<br /><br />This last couple of weeks have also seen the return of the crazy dreams...some of which have been nicer than others...there was one particular night...which was quite horrible...to start with I woke up thinking that there was a giant cockroach on my wall...and I mean HUGE...only...there was nothing there...the light was on and there was not a bug in sight...then for the next two parts...I am not really sure which is most disturbing...I had gone back to sleep after the cockroach incident...only I then thought that there was a frighteningly thin woman lying next to my bed screaming...so I picked her up around the waist...and started hitting her on the floor to make her stop...only half way through this I woke up and realised that there was something in my hand...it took me a good few seconds to realise that it was a shoe...and I had been beating it on the floor...but again...I managed to get back to sleep...only to wake a while later thinking that my face was covered in little crawling insects...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><br /><strong>Monday 15th March 2010<br /></strong>I headed into Butare early...went to the tailors to drop off my skirt...only to find that he was not there...but would be back in the afternoon...I went for a quick drink before getting the bus up to Save...I went to Sotra to run the busses to Gisagara...and managed to get myself a free lift up to Save...and then it all went hopelessly wrong...I wanted to get a moto driver to take me to Save B primary school...and wait while I had my meeting...then drive me Save Teacher Training Centre...and then back to Butare...and I was going to pay for all of the time waiting...only nobody seemed to understand this...the bike boys tried to get me to get on one of the bikes...but that was never going to happen...eventually I thought I had managed to make the moto driver understand and we set off...only we went straight past Save B...I managed to get us back...and explained I wanted him to wait for me...but suddenly he was back to not understanding...all over again...a man who was passing (who spoke limited English...but better than the moto driver’s) tried to help...he explained that the driver would take me to Save TTC so I knew how to get there and then bring me back to Save B and I would walk there when I had finished...only he took me there and left me...not such a problem...I would just swap my appointments around...only I was very early to Save TTC and the head teacher was nowhere to be found...I walked back to Save B and met with the head teacher there...VSO have managed to get reading books for the school through US Aid...so I went to discuss how this would work...but it took a while for them to understand that these were story books for reading rather than text books...but they seemed very happy and I will spend some time there next term helping them to set up a system for using the books in classrooms...I then walked back to Save TTC where I managed to meet with the head teacher...the school is very different to any I have been in here so far...I discussed the training Anna and myself would like to do there and then went on a tour of the school...they have internet...and computers which the students are allowed to use...I went into the kitchen and I have never seen anything like it...maybe 6 stand alone enormous saucepans which each have a wood burning stove underneath...you could fit a good 3-4 people (at least!) in each of the saucepans!!!! The kitchen staff found it very amusing that I had never seen anything like this before...all the students and staff were very welcoming and I am really looking forward to working there...and I was able to see some of the teachers I had trained as mentors...Basically, the students in the school are going to be primary school teachers when they finish...senior 6! So...I called the moto driver...only he did not seem to want to come and collect me...so I just had to wait for another moto to come past...thankfully it didn’t take too long and I was back at the main road waiting for a bus...2 passed and they were both full...I think it was just bad luck...but I decided to get a moto back into town...I went back to the tailors and he was still not there...but I was able to explain what I wanted to the lady and it will be ready by Wednesday! I was more than pleased to be on the bus back to the house! Ruairi went out for the evening and I was in need of an early night...I went to brush my teeth in the kitchen...only the spider that lives in the ceiling above the door frame had come out for a chat...but I was in no mood for chatting...I don’t know about anybody else...but no matter how much I hate them...I had a real problem killing spiders...so I decided to send him back to where he came from...with my trusted friend...’Baygon’ the bug spray...I thought if I sprayed a line underneath him...he would crawl up...and back home...only I think this spider may have had some sort of special needs...as he just sat there...I sprayed again...only this time it was too late...he was suffocating...it was awful! I had to spray some more and then leave...it was horrid to watch...but when I came back...he was gone...only as I was brushing my teeth...something ran in Ruairi’s...I didn’t know whether it was a giant spider, or a small rodent...and it was dark...I turned the lights on again...but couldn’t see anything...and if I am really honest...I made no effort to find it! Mainly because I didn’t want to find something which I would not like (a giant spider!) and also...I would have to turn on the lights...and that would just add to the problem as the flying maggots would some in....so I told Ruairi what I had seen and went to bed...</span> <br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Tuesday 16th March 2010<br /></strong>This morning, I discovered that it had in fact been a mouse in Ruairi’s room and it had now left...and I found Mr Spider...legs all scrunched in...on his back...dead on the floor...I do feel a little sad about this...but I don’t have time to be sad...as I am due at Gisanze Primary school...which is maybe about 20 mins away on a moto...only...there was not a moto to be seen in the village...I waited around for a while and then decided that I would be as well to walk...so off I went...on my way I saw a moto driver I knew...he pulled over with his passenger on the back and turned around...he explained that he would not be able to come back for about 30 mins...so I carried on walking...I was just past the local secondary school when another moto went past, this time with no passenger!!! Woop Woop!!!! I explained that I want to go to Gisanze Primary school...he had no idea where it was...but I knew the way...we agreed on 1,500RF...which was agreed in French and Kinyarwanda...and off we went...but we hadn’t got more than 100m when we stopped by the traffic police...he said he didn’t know where I wanted to go...and they pointed in the same direction I had...and then he seamed to be confused about the money...but it was decided that there was no problem and we had agreed on the same amount...just in two different languages...and off we went...we turned off the main road and started down the track to the school...about a quarter of the way there...we saw another bike...and I was told I would have to swap bikes...as the passenger did not have a helmet and had to go passed the traffic police to get to the district office where she wanted to go...but I had to pay the original driver and then the new driver would sign my receipt...it was all very confusing and I now firmly believe that I am not supposed to get motos...EVER!!! Once there I was greeted by Claude...I observed some lessons...I stayed for the lunch break...so I could see the last teacher teach in the afternoon...and I could have some time to talk with the teachers I had already seen...about halfway through the lunch break, one of the teacher asked if I wanted to wash my hands...’no, no I’m fine’ I replied...only...I didn’t realise that lunch had been prepared...and I now had to look like the dirty mzungu that didn’t wash her hands before eating...as I didn’t know I was going to be having food!!! Beans and rice...which was very nice...I left at 10 past 2...and started the long walk back to the main road...where I was hoping to catch the bus back to the village...the walk was hard work...it had been cloudy all day...until about 5 minutes before I wanted to leave...and then the sun came out...so I put my cardigan on my head...do it covered my head, neck and shoulders...but may shadow was most awesome...I would look wicked as a nun...in a habit...no really...it may actually be worth it...this was much to the amusement of the locals...who found the white girl with the cardigan on her head very funny...but not as funny as I found the boys and the bike...so...there is a child of about 11 or 12...standing beside and pushing a bike along...only the bike had a fully grown adult in his 20s sat on the saddle...not doing anything...but laughing very hard!!! It makes a nice change to see people being silly and having fun! I made it back to the main road in 50 minutes...and there I sat on the bridge and waited for the bus...I had been waiting nearly 15 minutes when I realised that the bridge on the other side of the road was in the shade...not long after...Ruairi came past on the bike with Alexis...they stopped and suggested that if when Alexis was driving back to Butare I was still waiting, he would take me back to the house...needless to say...I was still waiting...</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-64426102778448295312010-02-24T00:45:00.000-08:002010-02-24T02:24:55.979-08:00This is a selection of the best photos taken at Akagera...awesome day!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuabd9gE_dNkkSpUlkE_wRZaZJ1-7Uu0q6III2PARy_bXRF6AoVtnpzLAS31QA-h9BmTwmYOkpgeY4M4X_v2KVQNjx-W23Rw0ptJ0VWxRcsNJmqoH1uLM_AUg6oR_beWyGRihuzygirrf-/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441751501806455442" style="WIDTH: 263px; 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There were 2 cars heading out to Akagera National Park...I was in a car with April, Leonie, Jeremy and Jason...while the other car was Karen, Dorothy and her husband and Christine and her mum...we drove to the park which took just short of an hour...as we were driving in we saw Giraffes...they are amazingly tall and elegant...apparently the word Giraffe is Arabic, meaning ‘fast walker’...which is maybe fitting considering they can travel at up to 60km/h!!! Anyway...we headed to the main office to pay out entrance fee and collect our guide...he showed us a map and explained that because of the seasons most of the animals were in the north of the park...which was going to be a 2 hour drive away...we all agreed that we had come here to see animals so we should just go there...and off we went...just over 2 hours later we arrived at the north entrance of the park...the east if much flatter than the rest of Rwanda...on our way through we saw Impala, Tope, Bush buck and warthog...then from a distance we spotted Buffalo and Zebra...we managed to get really close...we got out of the car...it was incredible...Zebra, Giraffe, Impala and Tope just milling around...perfectly at ease...I asked about Lions, Rhino and Elephant...there has not bee a sighting of a Lion for 3 and a half years...there is one VERY shy rhino...and although there are elephants which are tracked...they had lost them...I was a little disappointed that we would not be able to see those...but still felt pretty lucky...at about 12pm we headed back to the south of the park...I was in the back of the car....quite squashed...well actually...very squashed...but I managed to get in a little bit of snooze time...back at the lodge we ordered lunch and then headed down to the hippo beach...we had to hurry as the guide had a surprise for us...on the way to the hippo beach we saw lots of baboons (and their bright pink bottoms!!!) we parked and got out...we were at the side of a small lake...or very large pond...there were hippos hanging out...I took lots of photos of what I thought were hippos...only to be told that they were in fact just small islands...but on the other side of the water...in the long grasses...was an ELEPHANT...when we were at the lodge he had heard that at least one had been found...we got back in the cars and drove to the other side of the water...where we were able to get a much better look...although they were hiding in the bushes...the photos unfortunately are not very good...but I know that I have seen one!!! The finally we went to see the ACTUAL hippos...not the small islands of grass in the water!! They are not the prettiest of animals...but they are amazing...and we were able to get really quite close to them! We returned to the lodge for a very late lunch...before heading back to Anna’s house...what an incredible day!!! </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Friday 19th February 2010<br /></strong>I worked from home for the first couple of hours of the morning before heading for Butare to do all the things I was supposed to do on Thursday and then I was due to travel to Kibungo in Eastern Rwanda...I was ready by 8.40am so went to get the 9am bus...only when I arrived at the office I found that the bus was full and I would have to wait for the 10am bus...I bought my ticket and walked home...once in Butare I headed for the traffic police office when I needed to apply for a provisional motorbike licence...only to be told that I would have to travel to Kigali...have my UK driving licence made into a Rwandan one...but the policeman knew no more details other than that...so far my morning was not going to plan...I got the bus to Kigali at 12pm which gets in at about 2.15pm...from there I got a moto to the central traffic police office...once there I was told to wait for half an hour as the person I needed to see had gone for their lunch...only when I asked whether the person would actually be coming back they lady police officer told me actually no...they had gone to play sports for sports afternoon...and to come back on Monday...with 50,000 RF (about £50) by this point several other people had gathered and seemed to be finding this very amusing...I am glad someone was!! I, on the other hand, was just getting crosser and crosser and crosser! I took a moto back into town where I met with the others...we got the bus together to Kibungo...by the time we arrived...it was dark and raining very heavily showing no signs of stopping anytime soon...Anna met us at the bus station...and we managed to get to a mall shop without getting too wet...they owners got us chairs and a table...we ordered goat brochettes...brave I know...but there was nothing else on offer...so I tried it...not so bad...tastes a little bit how a goat smells...dirt and fur etc...but not completely unpleasant...the rain started to ease so we headed back to Anna’s house where I would stay...along Anna, April and Karen...it was early to bed as we had a very early start the next day...<br /> </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Thursday 17th February 2010</strong><br />Today I visited Gisanze school with Peter, the new short term volunteer...we went on motos...the ride takes 15-20 minutes...after turning off the main road after about 10 minutes...then the fun really begins...or not...the ride from then on was bumpy and slippery as it has been raining a lot recently...there were a few hair raising moments when I was in fear of my life...Once we arrived we were met by Jean Claude, the head teacher...he only took the post as Head teacher 8 months ago and had two years teaching experience before that...the school itself is welcoming...the children were very excited and gathered around us when we came out at break time...we observed 3 lesson...some of which were better than others...but over all I think that these are some of the best teachers I have seen so far...but there is still a lot of work to be done!...following the ride of death to the school, it was agreed that we would walk back as far as the main road and then head into Butare...there I was going to visit the traffic police to get a provisional motorbike licence...pay for my lessons at the bank and sort out a couple of other things...the walk to a little longer than anticipated and we missed the 12 o’clock bus...but this was not really a problem...we just had to wait half an hour for the 1 o’clock bus to go past...but it never came...we had attracted quite a gathering of both adults and children...just looking at us...talking about us...etc...anyway...Peter caved before I did and got on the next moto that went past...I waited a little while longer before setting off for the long walk back to the house...I had been walking for about 5 minutes when I got a message from Peter...his moto had a puncture so he was waiting for it to be fixed...finally the bus came...but not before I had had far too much sun...by the time I finally made it to Butare I was in no mood to hike up and down the main road in the beating sunshine...I headed for an internet cafe trying to update my antivirus yet again...but still with no luck! I was soon in such a bad mood I had to go home...and the day had started so well! I went home and packed for the next day...</span></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-85445360310776348562010-02-12T02:57:00.000-08:002010-02-12T03:11:27.732-08:00It has been a long time coming...and i am not sure that it was worth the wait...<div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Friday 12th February 2010</strong><br />Yesterday, following a frustrating yet strangely enjoyable morning in Butare I came back to the Big G with three new panels of material...I decided that I was going to have at least one of them made into a skirt...there is a man in the village who sits in his front garden sewing on his machine...while his friends all sit around...sewing on buttons and chatting...I took my skirt along with the material for it to be copied...the waistband of the original skirt is gathered on very fine elastic...so I decided that I would go with a draw string instead...it took him less than an hour to make...I was sat in the baking sun and there was much laughter and the Mzungu who had come to have clothes made...my original skirt was passed around and examined...while I was only able to sit and watch...after about 45 minutes I was taken into a small room...where I was offered pop...sweets...beer...anything and everything...Finally it was made, I paid my 1,000RF (about £1) and I set off on my way...looking forward to trying on my new skirt...only I got home, only to be bitterly disappointed...I sort of knew that it would not be the same...I just hadn’t realised how different it would be...I think it will have to be made into something else as there is no way on this earth I can leave the house in it...not even in Rwanda! So...I got to thinking...how many chickens can you carry on a bike? And I really don’t know...a lot by the looks of things...every time I see a bike carrying chickens...there seem to be more than the last time...also...if you hang a chicken upside down they can’t move...but I would very much like to know who discovered that little piece of information...on that note of poultry...the cockerels here seem to be having some difficulty telling the time...they just seem to crow all day long...along with the cows mooing in sheds...and goats bleating...also...does anyone know when mosquitoes actually sleep? Because here...they don’t seem to sleep at all...they are biting day and night...they are really not my friends...but I am getting very good at catching them!!! I will not be beaten by the winged ones!...and while we are on the subject of bad animals...bloody spiders...the other morning I was getting ready for my shower when I found an eight legged nasty inside my pyjama top...oh the sadness...I just keep telling myself that it fell from the roof and had not in fact been sheltering in my night clothes!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Tuesday 9th February 2010</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#330033;">I enjoyed a thoroughly indulgent weekend...and I did absolutely NOTHING!!! It was really nice...the weather was amazing...and Monday (1st Feb) brought with it....not the joys of the dreaded weekly meeting...but a national holiday...which was more than welcome...Having left work on Friday evening and heading back to the house...I finally ventured back into the big wide world on Tuesday morning...I got the early morning bus up to Butare and then another bus to Kigali...I met with Emmanuel and Anna at the VSO office to discuss how Global Education can be included in the General Paper curriculum for Years 10, 11 and 12...the curriculum itself makes for some interesting reading...rather than objectives...it is a list of suggested areas which could be covered by the teacher...two of my favourite topics for study being...the internet...and...uses and abuses...but uses and abuses of what exactly...squirrels...spatulas...vacuum cleaners...plastic flowers...the list is endless...after several hours of work we were somewhere near ready for the meeting on the Wednesday...but not nearly as ready as we would have liked to have been! However...on Wednesday morning the meeting had been cancelled...as the man we were meeting with had a very urgent appointment elsewhere and our meeting was postponed until the following day...this gave us the chance to finish the work we had started on the curriculum and have something ‘proper’ to present at the meeting...Anna was unable to stay for another day so I went with Emmanuel to the National Curriculum Development Centre...the meeting was short but to the point and we have arranged to meet again to discuss the layout before the curriculum is finally finished...and I was finally able to head back to Gisagara...only to discover that in the time I had been gone...they have set up a regular bus service to the village...now this is the sort of thing which will change my life in the village...how very exciting!!! I arrived back in the pouring rain on Thursday evening only have to turn around again on Friday and head off again...I spent Friday evening in Nyanza...and then headed Lake Mukazi in the east...Julie is due to fly back to the UK on Tuesday so we had a finally farewell for her at Jambo beach on the edge of the lake...it was a lovely couple of days...the weather was pleasant...and the company was good...although the service was really bad...we waited over 2 hours for our food...and then on a trip to the toilet...there was a TATANTULA!!! (well...so Jason says!!) but whatever it was...it was bloody huge and bloody hairy!!!! I was on my own and did very nearly cry...I went back and told the others and they all came for a look too...but seriously...it was enormous...there was a lot of screaming and of course Jason had to try and touch it!!! Once we had recovered we headed back to the table and waited for our food...and waited...and waited...and finally at 10pm...our food arrived...only they had run out of bread so anyone who had ordered a sandwich only got half as there was not enough bread...only in Rwanda!!! Other than that...things have been pretty uneventful...Back in Gisagara...everything was pretty much as it has been for the past 6 months...Charlotte my Programme manager visited on Tuesday...all new volunteers have a visit from their programme manager during the first 3 months of their placement...mine had to be postponed because of the mentor training for the MINEDUC...Alexis was finally located and we were able to go ahead with the meeting...before heading off to Save sector where Charlotte wanted to do research for her Masters...The day actually went very well...Charlotte managed to get her research done and I was able to see an area of the district which I hadnt yet visited...the school was very welcoming and teachers and pupils alike seemed really nice...the school has got money...in the main office...there is a computer, printer, laptop, HUGE TV and a video player...I dont think I have seen that much electrical equipment in one room since leaving the UK...it is a school I am definately interested in visiting in the future!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Friday 29th January 2010<br /></strong>I have as usual been far too busy to write anything on my blog...The last time I wrote I had just had Dorothy and Julie to stay in the Big G...It was really nice to have visitors! I then spent 2 working in Gisagara...but the weather was cold and particularly miserable...the shower was so very cold it was only good for strategic washing...and that is never a good thing...Thursday and Friday were the education sector meeting days...I headed up on Wednesday...stopping in Butare on the way to check out motorbike lessons...I walked to the centre...and tried to explain myself in the best French I could manage...but it was no use...the lady didn’t understand a word I was saying! I finally gave up and headed back into Butare where I got the bus to Kigali...once in Kigali I used the internet for a while before heading out to Kabagabaga...where we were going to be staying for the next couple of days...The meetings took up most of the daytime and being so far out of town it was difficult to do anything in the evenings...but with warm water and electricity...things could have been worse...Friday brought a phone call from the Ministry of Education...myself and Libby were due to be training the last 30 teachers to become mentors...however...they decided that as one district was unable to come when it was there turn...they were going to come this week...meaning that we would have 40 participants with only two trainers...we discussed the situation with and decided to ask if there was any way we could have another volunteer to help us for the week...the initial response was ‘no’...but after some discussion it was decided that yes we could have one more volunteer (Amy) however they MINEDUC were not prepared to pay any expenses...so...it was decided...and Amy was to join us for the following week...on Saturday morning I went into town where I was able to Skype and have some lunch before heading out to Nyamirambo where Martine lives...we had a quick catch up before heading up Mount Kigali, the peak of which is Kigali’s highest point...after all that hard work and effort we headed to a bar near Martine’s house, where we had drinks and dinner...we headed home and then decided that we should head out and see what the nightclub in the hotel next door to the house was like...it is open every night of the week and always makes enough noise to sound like it is actually busy...however...on arrival at Nyamirambo’s finest dancing establishment...it soon became apparent that we were in fact the only customers they had had all evening...the TV was on and the staff were all just standing around not really doing much at all...we quickly decided that it was best to cut our losses leave...we decided to try one last bar for a quick drink before heading back to the house as Martine had a early start the next morning...I got the bus back into town late morning on Sunday had lunch and used the internet...on my way to St. Paul’s, where I would be staying for the next week...I bumped into the new volunteers who had arrived on Saturday...I agreed to drop my things...do an urgent bit of washing...(seriously...I will never again listen to a boy when talking about packing...you see...some of my pants were still wet on Wednesday when I was packing as the weather had been so bad and they had not dried...Ruairi could not see the problem as I had 4 dry pairs...and asked why on earth I would need a pair for everyday and a couple spare...and suggested that I only take 4 pairs and wash them...why on earth did I EVER think that that might possibly be a good idea!!!) and then I would meet them all for a drink in Heaven...I headed to St Paul’s where there was no one at the reception...I managed to find Amy and leave my things in the room her and Libby were sharing...I also did a little bit of washing...but made quite a mess and wasn’t able to rinse my clothes properly...so I gave up as I whole heartedly believed that Primus would in fact be the answer to all my washing problems! On my return to St Paul’s a couple of hours later, there was someone waiting for me with the key to my room...I settled in for the night with all my washing still to do! Monday was the beginning of the last week of Mentor Training at Kanombe...it was the usual slow start that we have grown used to...and now come to expect...but during the course of the first couple of days it became slowly more apparent that there were in fact, not going to be any more people joining us...we were a nice group of 20 participants...and a baby called ‘Desire’...thankfully we had Amy...and she was more than happy to be on babysitting duty each day while the babies mum took part in the sessions...Wednesday a smallish group went for a leaving meal and drinks at the Ethiopian restaurant...Friday came and although it has been an excellent experience taking part in the training...it will be nice to get back to Gisagara where I can get on with what I am really supposed to be doing! Saturday I packed and got ready to trek across town with all my bags...Saturday evening was the ‘Family Dinner’...every 6 months VSO do this as a way of all the volunteers getting together...having dinner...a few drinks and some dancing...however...no sooner had I met up with everyone in town that it started to rain...and heavily...we managed to get taxis to AEE Guesthouse...where I got ready VERY quickly...and headed out with the rest of the volunteers staying there...the dinner was nice...there was plenty of time to chat with the new volunteers which was very nice...On Sunday I headed back into town...managed to Skype and then got the bus back to the Big G with Ruairi...we stocked up on supplies in Matar and then got a taxi back to the village. Monday brought the joys of the Monday morning weekly meeting...only this time...it was not in the main hall as it usually is...but was in the Executive Secretarie’s office...yes...all the district staff were crammed into the office...but thankfully many of them were not there...but it was bad enough...and then there was the usual confusion and chaos about electricity...myself and Ruairi walked over to the education office...where there was no power...and have spent the rest of this week...moving from office to office...there has been no internet for several weeks now...as it was struck by lightning and needs to be repaired...goodness knows how long that will take??? Your guess is as good as mine! So...I have been in the office for the last week...typing exam results into Excel...now...the really frustrating part of this comes when you realise that the sheets with all the results on are printed...so somewhere there must be a soft copy...it is just not sent out to the districts...so that is how I have been spending my week...apart from yesterday (Thursday) when Cathy and Peter came to the village to have a look around and to meet everyone...it was nice to meet them...peter will be working at Cyamakuza School (where I am also hoping to do some work!) and Gisagara B Primary School while Cathy will be working in Kibirizi sector at 2 schools...true to form...all the people we really wanted to meet and introduce the new volunteers to were not available or could not be found anywhere...but at least they were able to get a feel for the area and meet some of the teachers. This weekend I am looking forward to having a nice peaceful weekend all on my own...I just hope that the electricity comes back on...not so that the lights work but so that I can charge my laptop...I have kept my word and have not turned the light in my room on since the giant flying maggot incident!</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-2778052177361459852009-12-29T05:18:00.000-08:002010-02-12T02:53:44.790-08:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>So christmas this year was not at all traditional...although the weather could have been better...everyone had fun...and if I was baby Jesus...I would have been very happy with the effort put into the celebrations! Rwanda has to be the only place on earth where there is a full flock of turkeys roaming around...still very much alove on Christmas day...unfortunately the same cannot be said for the grilled fish!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBkaYf0rktcwemuOOLRl5i22mUlWO40FMgKajBzfUOJwx5553qoysbfjxzfzrUKqd7nfQ0HE-k95OrOukuq4QpCfh7snULBhyphenhyphen09zFzXEV-cqslhbALXCeaaNtfj1O7_kir_lHJe1bCRX0/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420941377408674802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBkaYf0rktcwemuOOLRl5i22mUlWO40FMgKajBzfUOJwx5553qoysbfjxzfzrUKqd7nfQ0HE-k95OrOukuq4QpCfh7snULBhyphenhyphen09zFzXEV-cqslhbALXCeaaNtfj1O7_kir_lHJe1bCRX0/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNX4-gEghod1XShZPP5_5V0alX_JLP2o8F-JCISN2g6E8RygKaqw1TN0Flnl97_0uO90oh6n2kX64OKm6qvpFIlmw8aj0Bet3kSahTXvAqcGakL-bZj5y0r0mhsO6vwr6DPOCNQ16zffS/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420941366914898498" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7F-sc42YSGjdseRwtuahpcRQ0NMiv0NIpjeqnBEcLNMzjxhw34fZ2C2NxylSwJVqFb5r3oCmF-Fd5h1SQv_jkv5JfBWaCgd-_BInUzN7ImMLUPHydN8ih0cv-Nz4yhtL0wYwkS8t1EFKp/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyLQOorfyyAPAX57jOzQwEd26YeO55UdAU0MwqVPY4krLbTwc1lS6SvYWMAeDusbqu-ozCbNf3ATBUpywjHTLl9wcQBeokDh3afymufgDPERN9j0ijiqU79K5paABoCh-7TMNsF8rwoy9/s1600-h/0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420648749911859122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlyLQOorfyyAPAX57jOzQwEd26YeO55UdAU0MwqVPY4krLbTwc1lS6SvYWMAeDusbqu-ozCbNf3ATBUpywjHTLl9wcQBeokDh3afymufgDPERN9j0ijiqU79K5paABoCh-7TMNsF8rwoy9/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-44832676806584891892009-12-28T06:33:00.000-08:002009-12-29T05:15:43.987-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64zBQPOKtRL4xOqv2jXvA4ZEXgPjD3IZAcjFJX0iZ4LAMbBqS_LJRHoIcw-Y96Fz7nHPbeTft3mO7GgIcgPWpHsduXvYu-H22Fbq7Guq3FrNTJx04okwWeY81KY4f9M-tVtKLwfIM-v2h/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420297529269534722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64zBQPOKtRL4xOqv2jXvA4ZEXgPjD3IZAcjFJX0iZ4LAMbBqS_LJRHoIcw-Y96Fz7nHPbeTft3mO7GgIcgPWpHsduXvYu-H22Fbq7Guq3FrNTJx04okwWeY81KY4f9M-tVtKLwfIM-v2h/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Amahoro Island Christmas 2009...there are more to come!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00AYfrJ8xzLV2iZ6pFBxj4CBs3v5Z2Z34vk8jb9GyAWeXgPjfQE2BYQqJuUFxT7Bm8zRkywwrZW_UN8RefIDXTD4OLEP50GVWssR1bqN5OBAHm2fWiNa3YWv1M0DPJg3S4QbZFrCebJxp/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420297523087751202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00AYfrJ8xzLV2iZ6pFBxj4CBs3v5Z2Z34vk8jb9GyAWeXgPjfQE2BYQqJuUFxT7Bm8zRkywwrZW_UN8RefIDXTD4OLEP50GVWssR1bqN5OBAHm2fWiNa3YWv1M0DPJg3S4QbZFrCebJxp/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Amy's sychronised swimming...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fYyxST09x0LWTdtl0gsUif86n32WiACPydD4ZcJVV4ylAzloE_KDJgSne9GHJGNmVfq0jwz001v4z1JLc8HxshLnPPRdJ0ndUGp0bln3ofjXyia0qHiG8Top0NOrRDRqhe_ldZQmF3LR/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420297521372571922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fYyxST09x0LWTdtl0gsUif86n32WiACPydD4ZcJVV4ylAzloE_KDJgSne9GHJGNmVfq0jwz001v4z1JLc8HxshLnPPRdJ0ndUGp0bln3ofjXyia0qHiG8Top0NOrRDRqhe_ldZQmF3LR/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmRNKhAOoChw267dLBG1jkEO0JoiI_5XpOHpBc7x61LHClueHZ0XQEuUB5jZxJ7xSD5VUoWHfDrQMIPhyDLZE3k-lLR4U8qBuOT8blZ9aMtCBnQHXN8O-jPUdXcM6Vwd3sxKbrY3GvBnL/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420297514834364674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmRNKhAOoChw267dLBG1jkEO0JoiI_5XpOHpBc7x61LHClueHZ0XQEuUB5jZxJ7xSD5VUoWHfDrQMIPhyDLZE3k-lLR4U8qBuOT8blZ9aMtCBnQHXN8O-jPUdXcM6Vwd3sxKbrY3GvBnL/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-C8ZdHqX7FnDX6fBklygBFIKEszO0qArA1l8C5LQJeK3ZCDwkWVkHNd7nofhIHmOYl1lkupdsqOKDsA-DPbNrhv3bsGHF8NCYUj3_R83UQ5MU2r-XWXrxB2D4Ww9j8YKewhaqCigY6sFw/s1600-h/0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420297510078821234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-C8ZdHqX7FnDX6fBklygBFIKEszO0qArA1l8C5LQJeK3ZCDwkWVkHNd7nofhIHmOYl1lkupdsqOKDsA-DPbNrhv3bsGHF8NCYUj3_R83UQ5MU2r-XWXrxB2D4Ww9j8YKewhaqCigY6sFw/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My favourite kind of boat...a Primus boat...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-90032758939922688932009-12-28T06:29:00.000-08:002009-12-28T06:32:54.024-08:00Lovely weather for ducks...just a shame I am not a duck...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Wednesday 23rd December 2009</strong><br />So...with only one day to go until Christmas...there is a certain lack of festive feeling...with one Christmas card and no advent calendar...I was feeling a little less than festive...I would whole heartedly like to say that that was about to change as I leapt from my bed and opened my curtains to glorious morning sunshine...only I am not that lucky...and when I woke on Wednesday morning...it was not by the sun shining in through the gaps in my curtains...but by the rain hammering on my roof...at 5.30am due to the mass of rain clouds hanging around in the area...I ate by breakfast in candle light...it was still pretty dark inside...and I was trying to put off the shower from hell for as long as possible...To be honest...had I been in the UK it would have been perfect Christmas weather and would have gone down a lot better had I firstly been in England and secondly had I not had to go outside to shower! As the morning plodded on a lot faster than I had hoped...I finally managed to open the back door and make my way down the steps in the cold, cold rain to have my shower...only when I get there I remembered that with Ruairi not being at the house...I had to get the bucket to stand in...by this point I wondered if I was ever going to cheer up in time for Christmas...but I trundled back through the rain and into the house to get the bowl...and then back out again for the shower...I was cold and wet before I had even made it to the bucket of cold water! Anyway...I was to get the bus at 7am and didn’t want to be late...so there I was with my bags packed...I was finally ready...and travelling reasonably light for me...my camera bag, rucksack and holdall...the holdall being virtually empty as I knew I had 3 small parcels to collect from the post office and would need somewhere to put them! By 6.50am it was still raining but I was worried I would need to walk slowly, so as to avoid falling over in the mud and it was still raining...booooo!!!! Off I went...and before I had made it all the way into town...I spotted the bus...I thought it was just doing to usual rounds and trips up nad down the village looking for passengers before heading off...there I stood...wet...bedraggled...resembling a rather soggy something or other...anyway...I opened the door and shouted Butare....only to be met with laughter...as I had not managed to recognise any of the staff working at the district (including my boss!) until it was too late...but as it was raining I got on the bus to the office anyway and then moved seats to sit at the front for the onward journey. Thankfully the bus took less time than I had thought and I was at the post office well before 8am...only I didn’t seem to be able to remember the code to check the box...but the very nice man at the post office checked for me...(until now I thought that they had everyone’s codes and that was how the mail got in...turns out...there is a hole in the back!!!) He came back with a couple of very nice cards...with lovely letters inside...and an advent calendar card!!! Then he came over with 3 parcels...all slightly larger than I was expecting and then he went back and got another 5!!! I have never seen so many parcels...4 of them were Christmas presents from the family...but the rest were lovely surprises!!! I was glad to have the spare room in my holdall...and it really was needed...there was so much!!! The man at the post office asked whether in future I could go every week to collect my parcels rather than letting them build up...the cheek!!! But...with all the gifts...my Christmas cheer was restored!!! Finally...over and hour later and after a lot of signing, unpacking and rearranging...I was able to go to the bank...but there was a huge queue and it showed no signs of moving anywhere...there was a problem with the power and the computer systems...but they assured me it would soon be fixed...I waited for a while...but I had already missed the 9am bus to Giterama and didn’t want to miss the 10am bus too...I had to leave them my VSO card to photocopy while I went to get some shopping and then get my bus ticket...I was at the bus station...getting on the bus when I remembered that my card was still at the bank...thankfully I had just enough time to get it and buy a bottle of water...on the bus I was sat with a nun...who told me when to get off..I slept most of the way there...now...when it is not Christmas getting to Kibuye is reasonably simple...but this being me...it was not going to run smoothly! When I got to the ticket office and asked for a ticket...the man made some sort of hand action...apparently here it means no...but I didn’t understand and this resulted in him looking at me like I was stupid and saying ‘no tickets today’...oh crap it...I wondered around for a bit...with all my bags and finally managed to find a bus company who would take me to Kibuye...the only problem being...I would have to wait until 3pm...and it was only 11.20am...So...O stood outside for a while before being told that I was not to stand there as it was in the sun and I didn’t have anything on my head and I was made to sit on a bench for the next 3 and a half hours...there was much staring and begging and by the time the bus eventually turned up...I was worse than cross and all my festive spirit had been sucked out of me! As the bus pulled up I spotted the smiling faces of Julie and her mum...and I sat next to them for the remainder of my journey...on the one chair that no one every wants to sit on, on the straightest of roads...least of all the winding road to Kibuye...but I made it there in one piece...and thankfully found a very nice teacher from the Congo who walked me to the end of the road for Home Saint Jean, the guesthouse where I was staying...once there...I tucked into a pre-Christmas primus and relaxed!</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-34539646540952765932009-12-21T05:27:00.001-08:002009-12-21T05:30:33.124-08:00It has been a while...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">It actually feels like ages since I have written on here...not because I haven’t wanted to or couldn’t be bothered though...I mean a couple of weeks ago...I was doing so little, it seemed rather pointless to write the same boring routine over and over and over and over and over and over...I think you might be able to get the idea...I had reached an all new low of boredom at work...and it was fast looking like there was no way out...at least until Christmas and into the New Year!...I was spending day after day in the office, copy typing lists of teachers into excel...so...there I was...with hours on my hands and nothing to...this was not last Tuesday...but Tuesday...3 weeks ago...I will find out the date...(25th November) but I am more than sure that you can work it your for yourself! Anyway...I received a text message asking if I would like to help with some training for the Rwanda English in Action Programme (REAP) for the Ministry of Education...with nothing better to do and the placement of teachers nearly finished and typed into excel...I jumped at the chance...and before I knew it I was on the phone making plans to travel to Kigali the next day...once back home I was busy packing my bags before the light went...packing in candle light is no fun at all!! Anyway...Wednesday morning I was up bright and early...bags packed and leaving a slick of baby oil on the steps outside my room, where I had tried (and succeeded) to make my own insect repellent...I headed for the bus with more bags than I could possibly carry!...3 weeks is a long time to plan for...you never know what you might need! I got the bus to Kigali and then a taxi bus from the city centre to Remera...and from there I had to get a moto to the airport...I know that I was ripped off but it was a desperate case of now or never...I hate motos at the best of times but armed with a holdall...a ruck sack...my laptop bag and a hand bag...it was even worse...and if I didn’t get on this one then I would not be getting on one at all...and it is a long walk to the airport!!! From the airport I was going to be met by one of the other trainers...30 minutes later and I was still stood in the beating midday sun...thankfully he arrived a short while later...and we headed to the school in Kanombe where the training was taking place...there was a group of teachers already there and the training had started on the Monday...The trainers were a little put out as they had been told that they would be joined first thing on Monday morning by 2 trainers from Rwanda and 2 trainers in the form of VSO volunteers...but they were quite happy when I arrived. The initial idea had been that myself and Libby (the other VSO) and Bony and Stephen (the Rwandan trainers) would take part in the first weeks training...then train with the ‘proper’ trainers the next week and then train on our own the following week...I arrived just before the lunch break, which gave me a good chance to talk with the trainers. Angi is from the UK and was a lecturer at Leeds University, but is now freelance, travelling around the world working with organisations such as DfID. Doina is from Romania and is an English teacher at a secondary school, she was once a student of Angi’s and now trains with her when she is able to (and isn’t teaching!!) Both were very friendly and the group was very welcoming! Although the training had not been what I thought it was, it is a great idea. I had gone into it, thinking that it would be the best English speaking teachers, who would be there to ‘mentor’ all the teachers in their school in English, this would then support the self study materials that teachers will be provided with to improve their English and also the English training which has been taking place throughout the schools holidays. We are staying at St. Pauls, near Kigali town centre, with single, en suite rooms, electricity and hot running water...it is like heaven in a guest house...run by nuns...Thursday and Friday we continued to observe the training and take notes...each morning myself and Libby were picked up by the driver and taken back in the evenings...Friday was the end of the training and each participant received a DVD, certificate (but they didn’t arrive in time!) and a little heart shaped Christmas bauble...I was surprised at the reactions...the boys were making a fuss as some were shiny and others mat...they wanted shiny ones!!! In the evening, we were taken out for dinner by Angi and Doina...we went to a restaurant called Heaven...it is awesome...overlooking the twinkling lights of the city...in comfy chairs (with blankets if you are cold!) it is lovely...good service...good food...it is...Heaven! I spent the weekend in Kigali...Saturday morning however we were picked up by the driver and taken to the hotel of the trainers...starting at 10.30am...I foolishly thought that we would finish by about lunch time...but alas...it was not meant to be...we had lunch at the hotel...and we were still working at 6.30pm...oh the sadness!!! We finally left at 7.30pm...what I had left of the weekend I spent putting the finishing touches on my Christmas presents...which I fear, are not in fact, after all the effort put in...going to arrive in time from Christmas!!! Monday morning...the teams were planned and ready to train...but somehow the message had not got out to all the participant that they were supposed to be on a training course...we had 10 participants...rather than the 60 we had been expecting...so rather than 2 groups...we started on Monday with one group and then we were going to make a second group on Tuesday when the rest of the participants turned up...this week it would be teachers from the Southern Province...where I live and work...so it was nice to meet teachers from my district! Monday evening we went to Angi and Doina’s hotel where we planned for the next day and had dinner...Tuesday came and we only had 8 in our group (Doina, Stephen and myself)...we rushed through everything which we should have covered on Monday so that we had caught up with the other group...we joined them and had one large group for the remainder of the week...each evening was spent planning the next day’s training...and as we were having dinner at the hotel...we were getting home at 9.30 -10pm...I was super tired! Wednesday evening...when I finally got back to my room...I was in for a nasty surprise...the light in the bathroom was not working (and hadn’t worked since I had arrived) but this was unmistakable...at about an inch and a half long...with 6 spiky legs...a hard outer casing...and a reputation for being pretty much indestructible...yep..it was a COCKROACH!!!!!!!! And it was hanging out in MY bathroom...on my shower tiles...well...with lightening speed and precision aim...I shot the vile creature with my awesome homemade insect repellent...and the blighter was scrabbling up the wall in a slick of baby oil and deet...not for long though!!! Before long it was paddling around in the shower tray...I thought that maybe I could drown it...and poured a cup of water over it...accidentally but rather fortunately flipping it onto its back...and there it lay...thrashing it’s multiple spiky legs in the air...this went on for some time...while I stood there watching it...and maybe shouting at it...for the people who are living next door to me...they must have thought that I was slightly insane...as I was...well...not quite shouting...but definitely talking with a raised voice at the flapping insect...who made no effort to reply!!! Phrases may well have included...’I hate you!’...’oh my god...you are disgusting!’...’I would rather have an eight legged one in here than you!’ (ok...so that last one was a complete lie...but it needed to feel unwelcome!!) and ‘WHY THE HELL WONT YOU JUST DIE!!!!’ Anyway...after about 20 mins...I realised that there was a little bit of repellent left in the bottom of the bottle...so I poured a couple of drops on its underside...and it died in a matter of seconds...I feel no guilt...I am safe in the knowledge that it would have killed ME in my sleep had I not got to it first! Ok so maybe they don’t actually kill...but they are disgusting! Libby scooped it up on a piece of paper and it was put outside...with no ceremony...and I headed for bed...but...before I came away I was bought a beautiful green shawl for my birthday...and I had been using it folded up on my pillow...as the pillows here are not very nice...basically small odd shaped chunks of foam in a piece of material...anyway...my shawl had slipped the previous night...so I picked it up to refold it and put it back on my pillow...only I was horrified...remember a while ago I was talking about the animal I thought was living in my sofa and everyone thought that it was just a larium induced hallucination as no one else every saw or heard it...well...now I have got proof...my poor shawl...has several patches which have been chewed on...and a couple of holes...one particularly large one...I am so very sad and also cross!!! I was also disappointed to discover that the toilet at the school where I am going to be working for the next 3 weeks is a pit latrine...and it is far harder to use someone else’s latrine than your own...I had three near disasters...the first time I used the latrine I nearly lost half a leg, a foot and a shoe in there...the next day I went and for some reason I thought it was a good idea to take my bag (I have no idea why!) and I was so very busy concentrating on not losing a leg, foot or shoe...that I nearly dropped my bag in there...I decided to give it one last try a few days later...I should have known it was a bad idea...this time...I was so busy concentrating on not losing any lower limbs or personal belongings...I nearly ended up sat in the bloody thing...and when I managed to balance myself again...I looked around to see maybe 12 or 15 cockroaches sat hanging out on the walls and had clearly been there while I had been peeing...needless to say...I haven’t used the latrine since...Thursday night...there I was in my bed...fast asleep when my phone went...it must have been about 1.30am...the message read...’there was an enormous spider inside my mosquito net now I can’t sleep, nighty night’ It was from Libby...because I was asleep I couldn’t quite figure it out and couldn’t work out where she was...I was then convinced I had one in my net too...and couldn’t sleep...rubbish!!! As it happens she hadn’t tucked in her net...I made it to the end of the second week though! Angi and Doina left in the early hours of Saturday morning...leaving the 4 of us to plan and train for the next 2 weeks! We planned on Saturday morning and then in the afternoon I headed to Rulindo with April and Melanie...it was Ana’s birthday and she was having a party, but by the time we got there in the evening, most of the Rwandan guests were leaving, and it was Ana, Paul, Paul’s mum and dad, Jason, April, Melanie and myself...we were going to be staying in an outhouse...but I had not brought any bedding with me...Melanie offered to share her blanket...but the mattress had clearly seen better days so I slept on the mattress and piled what clothes I had on top of me...sleep was not an activity I undertook that evening...between being so cold I couldn’t think and watching out for SPIDERS (of which there were many) but I felt a little better being between April and Melanie on the mattress...I would have been super sad had I been on the outside!! I managed about 2 hours sleep altogether and listened to 5 complete albums...anyway...it was nice to get away from the city and see some of Rwanda...we headed back on Sunday...all feeling a lot more tired than we had hoped...I met Anna in town for lunch and then headed back to St. Pauls for an early night!! The training went smoothly throughout the week...but it was so tiring...thankfully the planning meetings until 9.30pm did not continue and we were planned by about 5pm each day! We met up on Saturday to plan and decided to swap partners...so this last week I was working with Bony...this would have been ok...had enough people turned up for 2 groups...as it was, there was only just enough for one very small group on Monday...by Tuesday there were still only 26 participants...Libby and Stephen took the group and we planned to do the training on Wednesday and Thursday...only when we arrived on Wednesday...there were 47 participants..which meant that there now needed to be 2 groups...myself and Bony took all the new people who had arrived...and ended up with a group of 27...but by the end of the day we had a group of 31 and had some serious catching up to do...The course which is usually 10 days had been made into a 5 day course...and we now had 3 days to do it...it was a lot of work as you are asking people to change the way they think! Mentor training in the context of Rwanda is not about being a supervisor or inspector...and there is no need for any lesson observations to take place...but as a mentor...they (we hope) by the end of the course have the skills they need to discuss lessons with their colleagues, enabling them to reflect on their practice as a teacher...not looking for problems or issues...it is a form of continuous professional development...if it is carried out properly, it will be really good and will support teacher development...The teachers who are mentors are equals to their colleagues they are mentoring...anyway...somehow...I don’t know how...I made it through the week...after 3 and a half weeks of melange for lunch and eating out every evening...I was ready for home! There has been some confusion over payment of accommodation and transport...we had been staying at the guesthouse for 24 nights...and neither of us had the money in our banks to pay our bill...but there was no explaining...thankfully as if by some sort of miracle...Libby had been paid by VSO and I had been paid some money, but didn’t know where it had come from! I still had to borrow some money from Libby but at least we were able to pay the nuns! I left just after umaganda on Saturday, getting the first bus at 11am...I arrived in Butare at the same time as Ruairi...we went for a beer and some lunch...before being collected by our landlord and taken back to the house...I got back to discover that Alexandre has moved back into the outhouse that has been done up...and now doesn’t have a leaking roof...and we are going to be having electricity...the landlord came with his nephew to mark out where all the cables and things are going to go and they are all going to put into the walls!! I can’t imagine life with lights!!! I am sure that there has been stuff happening over the past few weeks which I have forgotten...</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-17473660359898163542009-12-12T04:20:00.000-08:002009-12-12T04:27:58.718-08:00busy...busy...busy...Miss Wragg!!!I had given up writing this as life had become so painfully boring...but in a huge turn of events...I now find myself with too much to do and far to little time to do it in! I am currently doing training in Kigali....but I will write when I have time to explain everything properly...anyway....slates...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-4738197971667580922009-11-16T06:48:00.000-08:002009-11-16T06:50:51.374-08:00Stepping into the unknown....<div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Monday 16th November 2009<br /></strong>Following a quiet weekend at home, having decided not to go the ‘bad taste’ party on Saturday, I really had to work to drag myself out of bed this morning...the prospect of sitting in the weekly meeting was not a thrilling one...and as a result...and not uncharacteristically, I was late...however...I was not the only one...there were several district workers on the back of motorbikes...hammering along at full speed...but when we got to the meeting hall where the meeting is held...nobody was there and it was already 7.10am...by which time the meeting is usually well and truly underway...and I am dozing in my chair...but that was not going happen today...after only sitting there for a couple of minutes...discussing all the various reasons why we might not be having a meeting...someone came over and informed us that there would be no meeting today as all district staff were to go and plant trees as part of a national project linking in with the environmental awareness week...not sure what it is called but think it might be an international thing? Anyway...the first car of people set off...obviously, if we are doing something to save the environment we should drive there...but we walked...we are the good ones...myself Ruairi and Alexis set off for Nyarunyinya where the trees were to planted...before we knew it we had got back to our house where we had started less than an hour ago...we had lost all of the other workers who had been just behind us...then we realised that actually, Alexis had no idea where we were supposed to be going...thankfully we realised this before we walked all the way down the really steep hill...we called one of the other district workers and were informed that we were meeting by the 7th Day Adventists church, which is just behind our house...only there were no people there...after some discussion the three of us headed down a narrow path, following a 4x4 which was apparently going to the same place...and there we were...none of us knowing where we were or where we were going..but we plodded on anyway...there was much moaning a whinging about just how far we were walking...but for once it did not come from me...after walking for a hour...not knowing if we were going the right way...we arrived at a huge pile of saplings...we collected a tree each (we were only allowed to carry one at time...although they were only the size of a can of beans...it would have been just too much strain for one of our party members!) as we headed on...trees in hand, we were informed that we were going to only make this journey once as Alexis was tired...once at the tree plantation there were people everywhere and the trees were being placed by holes which had been dug in preparation. All this was supposed to start at 7am...yet we hadn’t even arrived until well gone 8am and we were by no means the last people to arrive...after standing around for another hour or so...we managed to find a hoe to start actually planting the small trees...Ruairi had gone off in search of something to do...I stayed with Alexis who wanted to do nothing at all! Perched on a rock...I listened to conversations (in Kinyarwanda) of my colleagues from the district...it was a group of men (maybe in this situation referring to them as boys would be more fitting!) they were laughing and laughing and felt the need to translate this conversation for me...I really wish that they hadn’t...they were comparing the hoes they were using to their ‘manhood’ as one of the guys had a very small hoe, probably meant for a child...thankfully, they only felt the need to translate and repeat the discussion 3 times before the subject was changed...Alexis did not join in...Eventually after being subjected to such discussion, and very bad Rwandan pop music played through a phone...we were all called to the hillside for a meeting, where we would be addressed by the Mayor of the district and the Minister for youth and culture (who is responsible for our district) we found a seat on the grass, but were made to come and sit at the front...the speeches were in Kinyarwandan and lasted far longer than I would have liked! Apparently there was talk of the lazyness of the youth, the importance of trees, and why we should look after the environment...this was all by 3rd hand translation, Alexis translated into French for Ruairi and then Ruairi into English for me...Alexis also explained to Ruairi what a forest was...just in case we were unsure! I also had an interesting conversation with one of the girls from the district...about whether I had a car back in the UK...I explained that I didn’t as I didn’t need one...which was a shock...I then went on to say that they were bad for the environment...and this seemed to come as a complete surprise to the girl...she is university educated, yet still had no idea that cars are bad for the environment...and went on to ask how and why this was...So, finally at about 11.30am...it was over, it had started to drizzle but we headed back up the hill (oh, did I not mention that nearly all of our hours walk to the tree planting sight had been down quite a steep hill!!!) but thankfully, Alexis was in no mood to be walking back up the hill, he suggested that we walk ‘quickly’ (about average walking pace) back to where the district car was parked and see if we can get a lift, if not we will walk slowly back (slowly is just about not in reverse!) To everyone’s relief, more to combat the moaning than anything else...oh who am I kidding...I did NOT want to walk back up the hill!!!!...we got proper seats rather than huddling in the back of the pick up...and we were back at the house in no time...dirty, bitten and a little on the damp side! But all in all the morning should be considered both an adventure and a success...700 trees were planted in Nyarunyinya in our district and 300,000 in total across Rwanda...not bad for a mornings work!</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-83700275010991889042009-11-13T04:53:00.000-08:002009-11-13T05:20:18.873-08:00A Week of DOOM and GLOOM<div align="justify"><span style="color:#3333ff;">There have been no posts this week...purely because there has really been nothing to write about...having returned from Kigali on Saturday, I spent the rest of the weekend at the house...and then went to the dreaded Monday meeting which was actually in ENGLISH! and only last 1 hour! I guess people didnt have as much to say in English as they do in Kinyarwanda! Anyway...I made it to lunchtime...but I was feeling mighty poorly and sorry for myself...I went to bed when I got home...and stayed there until Wednesday lunchtime...when I dragged myself out of bed and to the office...for a change of scene more than anything! On the way I was nearly run down in a cloud of dust by a huge lorry with 6 men lined up and hanging onto the back door...presumably hitching a lift! Once at the office I successfully managed to book flights for my mum to come and visit in April...Zanzibar here we come! The best news is that she has a 46kg luggage allowance...just think of all the nice things she can bring out! I was cream crackered by the time I got back home so I went back to bed...I just about made it through yesterday (Thursday) but only thanks to the ElectroGas man...you know those moments when you look at someone and immediately...as soon as you see them...you know...you are going to laugh in their face...unfortunately that is exactly what happened...well...to be honest it was not my fault at all...the man was dressed like a fool...ok...so, tall and quite skinny...bright blue ElectroGas overalls...tucked into sparkling white wellington boots...which had clearly never seen a puddle in their lives!...on his head was a white bandana (to match the wellybobs) and the outfit was finished of with a pair of aviator sunglasses...so...stupid as he looked...it was in fact the highlight of what was a pretty miserable week! boooooo!!!! </span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-29429371457841030272009-11-11T06:10:00.000-08:002009-11-11T06:24:40.200-08:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Thursday 29th October 2009<br /></strong>Today was another office based day...the weather was pleasantly warm...and the rains came while I was in the office...I thought that the day could not have been better planned...I went home for lunch and used that time to pack my bags for my week in ‘The Big Smoke’ also known as Kigali...and thank goodness I did...by the time I made it home from work...I was NOT in a good mood! After felt like an eternity in the district office...it was finally time for home...and not a moment too soon! I was walking along...listening to...Darius...please don’t tell anyone! (the following events are probably payback for listening to SUCH bad music and I should be thoroughly ashamed of myself!) But there I was...walking along...minding my own business...when all of a sudden...my legs decided that they were no longer going to do as I said...and developed a mind of their own...it was always going to end in disaster...especially as it had been raining earlier in the afternoon...so there I was...one minute I was standing...and the next...I was sat in a rather large...somewhat sticky...pool of mud...surrounded by goats...who I am sure had they been able to laugh...would have done so!!! My trousers were covered in mud...all down the back...and a little bit on the front from where I had got up...my shoes were so full of sticky mud that there was no room for my feet...and my toes were so caked in mud that they blended into the ground so my feet looked more trotter-like than ever before...face on I didn’t look so different...apart from I was carrying my shoes rather than wearing them...as I walked through the village to my house...I did the usual greeting...only this time...as I walked past and people saw the mud up the back of my trousers...they made no attempts to conceal their laughter...and they laughed out loud as I walked past...now...there was a group of women stood in front of my house...and they were smiling nicely...so I thought I would get there before them...so as I walked past...I greeted them and did an action for slipping...they stood there looking confused...until I walked past and they too saw the mud...at the time I found it quite funny...by the time I was in the house...I was not quite so amused! After cleaning myself up I decided to cook...I really shouldn’t have bothered! I thought that rice and peas might make for a good dinner...the peas had been soaking...so I put them on to boil...I have no idea just how long they would take to cook! Hours later my dinner was finally ready...but the peas were still a little like bullets and curry powder was not my best idea...I am not going to be cooking that meal again in a hurry!...<br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Friday 30th October 2009</strong><br />The crossness of the previous night had barely worn off when I had to get the 7am bus into Butare...following a series of ridiculous mistakes and crossed wires...I was to go to Kigali for the week...Friday until the following Saturday...I needed to get the earliest bus as the secondary school children were going home for the holidays and the buses would be very full...as it happens...it is more than likely that teenagers here are not all that different world over and they were not up in time to get the 8.30am bus...there were a couple on there but nothing like I had been expecting...I got into Kigali just before lunch...I went to the guest house where I would be staying...run by my favourite kind of people...nuns...the place is basic...but clean and they have HOT running water...several other volunteers were also staying there for the weekend, before moving to ‘Le Bambou’ on Monday afternoon...I met up with some others in town for lunch before going to the program office for a working group meeting...this would have worked out a lot better had it not rained on the way to the bus station...and if we had actually managed to get on the right bus! As it happens...we were cold and wet and on the wrong bus...we eventually made it and the meeting was in full swing...I finally dried off and headed back to the guesthouse...before meeting some more volunteers for dinner...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Saturday 31st October 2009</strong><br />Following a late brunch in a rather posh hotel...’Les Milles Collines’ I wasted the rest of the day mooching around the shops in the city before heading back to the guesthouse to prepare myself for the Halloween party...I decided not to go with fancy dress, but to use it as an opportunity to dress up...so off I went...those of you who know me well...will know that I am not all that keen on house parties...mostly as I am not a fan of other people’s houses...once there I managed to relax myself with a bottle of Primus or 2...there was a mixture of VSO volunteers and their Rwandan friends...I finally made it back to the guesthouse at 3am...following a very pleasant evening...punctuated by some very strange conversations...one which was particularly good...it was a Rwandan guy...he wanted to know what football team I supported...I tried my best to explain that I really don’t like football...but this took more than a few attempts!...I thought he had understood when he started asking about rugby teams...which one did I support...I said I didn’t really but I would always support the English teams...and then we were back on football...how many times did I need to say that I didn’t like football...this went on for some time...when all of a sudden...the guy practically shouted...’what about god!’...I decided that this was an opportunity to be blunt and honest...not that I hadn’t been already...my answer was a simple and straight...NO!!! the guy was so horrified...he just started asking about football again! I was rescued by another volunteer...and managed to avoid any more conversation about football, rugby or god!</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sunday 1st October 2009<br /></strong>Very little was achieved today...after hanging around the city...doing very little...I went with the other volunteers to an Ethiopian restaurant...the food was lovely...but I did not like eating with my hands...boo!!! Back at the Guesthouse...I went to bed at 11.30pm...but I was awake again by 1am...I was covered in bites...on my arms, hands and face!...I finally fell asleep again at 5.30am only to have to get up at 7.30am...grrrrr...<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>In Country Training 3rd – 6th November 2009</strong><br />The whole of this week was spent at ‘Le Bambou Motel’ in the Kabagabaga area of Kigali...much to the annoyance of many of the volunteers, the places is a long way out of town...Most of the days were taken up with training sessions...with one free session during which we took the bus to Kimironko market, where I managed to buy more material for my curtains...Although the place where we were staying looked nice...and all the furniture was made from bamboo...it was somewhat disappointing...there was no housekeeping in the rooms...which I wouldn’t mind if I was staying somewhere cheap and basic...but this was supposed to be a nice place! Anyway...we were also supposed to have hot running water...but it seemed the room I was staying in was the only one without it...in fact they were unable to find a vacant room for us to move to which did have hot water...so cold showers it was! After 2 days they said they would bring a water heater...and rocked up several hours later with a kettle! Needless to say...I carried on with the cold showers...several nights into our stay...I woke in the middle of the night...convinced that Porca one of the other volunteers (who wasn’t staying at the hotel) had told me that there were lots of bugs in the top of my mosquito net...so...with this in mind...I set to work pulling it out from under the mattress...I woke up properly several minutes later being hounded by a bloody mosquito...the stupid thing was having a party right next to my ear...I was not impressed! I was hoping it would be around 5 or 6am and then I would just get up...but no...it was 2.06am...so there I was in the middle of the night...in the dark...trying to rearrange my net around my bed...and then I just lay awake...FOR HOURS! The rest of the week passed quickly...and on the final evening (Friday) all the volunteers went out for a drink...or several...starting at ‘Sundowners’ and then moving on to KBC...which is a night club...I made it home at 3.30am but had to be up again at 7.30...to travel back to The Big G...I got back...and just missed the bus back to Gisagara from Butare...I was in a VERY BAD mood...I was being hassled about getting a moto...but with 5 bags...that wasn’t something I wanted to do! I eventually got a taxi back to the house...I have never been so glad to be home!!...what a relief...The rest of the weekend...was spent in the village...</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-52181096073726945862009-10-31T04:28:00.001-07:002009-11-11T05:32:11.497-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3c3exJHDst8Z8NSAo3hA0Qsmyo_BoOl_tX3PHfDNrIest1pYXSTKUWvUouXVP2enVhsCKP4ngrAfMSIX85RYm2_fVLtFfBUtVapFKJfT_HiBZyq5ocYvwtYUYL9jhiI1U3y2ZUbdG36K/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398726657343102370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3c3exJHDst8Z8NSAo3hA0Qsmyo_BoOl_tX3PHfDNrIest1pYXSTKUWvUouXVP2enVhsCKP4ngrAfMSIX85RYm2_fVLtFfBUtVapFKJfT_HiBZyq5ocYvwtYUYL9jhiI1U3y2ZUbdG36K/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFJDo2n2r7e3HwjxlBoQuerEMsxDwwByjl1MBLogZMYaluPtmvvq0hHyLly_v92ApzlNizlzRIUhYWU6fOK200jnwQDjYVr6bSvK8l_DoMsu0xFzdZAFJSvKTTvqWfHjxoOs7X8tFdtIj/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398726654430121362" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk8JljpyGWYs4KgRo_3UChUN24GiF-Gw3UmmMNeBIM3fPylNUvb75kuesJ3AVym6SjJ6f1Ls9jXyw1aRrGomFMmolWqRDwDs038S1eUaJyoFTAxh5fHaoT_oBzeq8usNBF6R-qTmQ-Ubo3/s320/142.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here are some photos taken in Nyungwe forest...The monkeys were awesom and the water in a couple of the pics in Lake Kivu....we were still about 20km from the lake...but it was clearly visable!!! 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuFUuvnWDnu3osLxl88ZcQfmku6uYnD33mUzkvk9PYxI5YIqb8BVmNAc8U4RnCL0ZNaIgbrwjYNGvo_Irfzbm48PDCCB6HnbYGkAx7WWeSQhbjSIsAQ6k-KF_PS57quMhibWOgKqLS6lI/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-21335631087882444702009-10-31T03:52:00.000-07:002009-10-31T03:59:19.653-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Friday 23rd October 2009</strong><br />This morning Ruairi headed to Butare...My bag was packed for the weekend of fun...my clothes for travelling in were out ready...all I had to do was get through one more day in the office...and how hard could that be? I got to the education office at just gone 7am...Alexis was already there with our new ‘big boss’ Simeon...I stood in the doorway...and Alexis appeared to be looking straight through me...after a while...(I am not sure if maybe he was trying to remember who I was) he came back to life and explained who Simeon was (as if I didn’t know) he then informed me that there was no generator...and that he had a meeting...so I was told to ‘do whatever I want’ and with that I headed to the district office...at least they would have electricity and internet! I managed to last out until 2.30pm...by which time I was so miserable...there was nothing left to do but go home...once back at the house...I decided to repack everything...got changed and before I knew it, it was 4.30pm and I needed to get back to the office to catch the bus to Butare where I was to meet the others...just as I opened the door...it started to rain...and rain...and rain...I don’t just mean a little bit of drizzle...this was rain to put even the best waterproofs through their paces...but there was only one thing for it...I had to go...so with the waterproof cover on my camera case...dressed in a very fetching poncho...with an umbrella for a little extra protection...I headed out...much to the amusement of the locals...who didn’t even try to disguise their laughter at the soaking wet mzungu...by the time I had slipped, stumbled and sloshed my way to the office...I was nearly dry...with the exception of my legs, feet and any clothing which was not covered by the poncho...where the muddy rain had splashed back from the dirt covered road...my legs and feet were caked in a red/brown/mud/water solution...I looked awful...and i had a really pretty skirt on too!!! (which was also covered in mud) I was laughed at in the office, and by the time the bus arrived...the rain had stopped...typical!!! I met Melanie in Butare and we headed to the guesthouse where I got changed...and later we met with Julie...had a COLD beer and some dinner before heading to bed...only to suddenly remember...I only had one job to do...and I had forgotten...I was supposed to book the bus...it had to be done in advance as the bus doesn’t usually stop in Butare...crap it!!...During the night...I woke...and was horrified as when I looked at my mattress...it was covered in thousands of insects...I have never moved so fast in my whole life...I was up...armed with a torch...only to discover that it must have been a Larium induced hallucination of some sort...</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Saturday 24th October 2009<br /></strong>Julie saved the day...up at the crack of dawn she headed out to book us onto the bus...I got dressed and headed to the bank and the post office...both were short visits, which is unusual for this country...the bus was booked for 10am...Karen was due in from Gitarama at 9.15am...we had breakfast and went to meet her from the bus...and then we waited...and waited...and waited...and finally at about 10.25am we were told to get onto a bus...and we were driven to meet the bus...the bus, unsurprisingly was very full and we all had to sit on the fold down chairs in the aisle...the journey took 3 hours 40mins...on a road which winds up and down the mountain side...the road actually goes all the way to Cyangugu, on the Congolese boarder...but we got off at the Gisakura tea estate in Nyungwe Forest National Park. Off the bus and armed with a million bags...we made our way, on foot, to the guesthouse on the tea estate where we were to stay for the weekend...it was basic but comfortable and the guard made us tea (from the estate) when we arrived...after tea and lunch...we walked to the ORTPN (not really sure what that stands for) where we booked walks in the park the next day...it was early to bed as we had a long day ahead on Sunday!</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><strong>Sunday 25th October 2009</strong><br />Up bright and early...beautifully dressed in t-shirt, walking boots and jogging bottoms tucked into my socks...following the advice of our guide, who met us at the guesthouse at 8am...the first walk we were to do was monkey tracking...the walk was reasonably easy and the moneys were incredible...colobus monkeys...black and white...with 3 fingers and a thumb...the leader of the troupe, surprisingly, is not a colobus monkey but is a crossbreed...this is very rare...but the other monkeys do as he says...from there we walked through a small patch of the forest (1km2) before heading for the main forest which covers 115km2 ...walking through the forest we had to walk quickly as there were huge numbers of ants...looking to hitch a ride...one did in fact manage...I looked down on my trousers to see an ant the size of small horse hanging on with its pincers...I tried with all my might...I really did...but it was no good...the squeals just had a mind of their own and seemed all the louder in the forest! Thankfully I was rescued by our guide, who managed to take the giant ant off me...but it wasn’t just the size...they really bite...and really hurt! Out of the forest we walked through the tea plantations and areas where they dry the tea using Eucalyptus trees...not sure how they do it...but they use those trees as they are sustainable. When a Eucalyptus tree is cut down, it grows from the stump...and will be big enough to use with 3 years! Down a dirt track, through the tea plantation (actually through the tea plants) and we found ourselves back in the forest...up and down...over bamboo bridges...slipping and sliding...we made it to the waterfall...it was amazing...the water is not clear as it flows from a nearby swamp which contains lots of animal remains, including the remains of elephants...the noise produced was really loud...we decided that this would be a good place to stop and have our picnic...we walked back the same way we came...about 20 minutes from the office...it started to rain...in the same fashion as Friday...but armed with my trusty poncho...I was dry (apart from the bottom of my trousers) when we got back but unfortunately this was not the case for the others! After stopping for a pop...we slowly made our way back to the guesthouse...we must have walked nearly 20km today and most of it was in the rain forest...up and down mountains! Buckets of hot water were used to shower with in the vain hope of stopping the aches and pains...dinner of chips, rice and goat stew was consumed...and photos were looked at...before we all fell exhausted into bed...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Sunday 26th October 2009<br /></strong>Hardly able to move...I crawled out of bed...every muscle ached...and even brushing my teeth was cripplingly painful...we had breakfast and quick tour of the tea factory. Unfortunately it was not running as Monday is cleaning day...but was interesting to see none the less. Collecting our bags, we headed for the bus stop...again this was not a normal stop so the bus (when it finally arrived) had to be hailed...this was done and we were on our way...the bus driver thought that he was on a race track and went hurtling down the narrow and winding mountain road...I slept some on the way...but when I woke...I found that the lady I was sat next to was doing some sort of strange breathing thing...I then realised...no...she was not breathing...she was burping...CONTINUOUSLY...it was DISGUSTING! I was informed that by the man next to me that she was ill and had air in her stomach...sad as I was for her...I was sadder for myself...yuk yuk yuk!!!! Finally we were back in Butare...Julie had hated the journey so far, so much that she decided to get off in Butare and get another bus from another company back to Kigali. We went for lunch in Mataar and then got the bus home in our opposite directions...The bus journey back to Gisagara was squashed and slow...with the local staring, pointing and laughing in their usual fashion. At home I unpacked and showered...still aching and sore...I finally clambered into bed at 8pm...</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>Monday 27th October 2009</strong><br />Today is the start of the P6 exams. At 7am Alexis called to say that we were to meet him at the education office at 8am, when we would go in cars to visit schools, making sure that the exams were running smoothly...we arrived in the office and Alexis was nowhere to be seen...no surprises there then...eventually he arrived and had with him a MINEDUC official...it was decided that Ruairi would go with Alexis and the man from MINEDUC, while I would go with Protogen the head teacher of the local secondary school St. Phillipe Neri. Before we left for the schools we had to go to the district office to collect 3 enormous metal signs...big as they were...it was funny to watch 8 men struggle getting them into the back of the 4x4...not just because of the size of the signs but because they were completely cackhanded about it...in the end they got them in and secured them...and we were off...first stop was Ndora...and I was in a huge surprise...I am also thinking that we should threaten the children in Year 6 with this...as during the exams...the schools are guarded by armed soldiers, policemen and local security...and I am not talking about a little pistol...they have huge, huge, huge scary guns...I wasn’t going to do anything wrong! Everything appeared to be running smoothly so we headed on with our journey...while walking back to the car I was talking with Protogen about where the schools are and when he said one was near the border of Burundi I said that I will have been close to two borders this week as we were only a short distance from the Congolese border...a short while later we pulled up at the side of the road and dropped off the smaller of the three signs...the signs are something to do with stopping corruption...anyway...there was a bit more of a struggle and the sign was out and we were on our way again...next stop was the Kibirizi sector office...he we dropped another sign and picked up a policeman...at the second school every was again running smoothly...but this is not surprising considering the armed guards outside all of the schools to ensure that there is no cheating...either by teachers or children...the system for setting the exams puts the British system for SATs to shame! Several versions of each paper are sent to the printers in the UK...then 2 employees from MINEDUC (the Rwandan Ministry of Education) go to the UK to choose the final versions of the papers which will be printed and used...the papers are then flown to Rwanda where they are met by the army...they are kept in storage overnight with 2 armed soldiers...they use two so that they can keep an eye on each other! Then the papers are taken (again with armed soldiers) to the district education office...from there they are dispatched to the examination centres...there are one or two in each sector and the all the children from surrounding schools will go to the allocated exam centre for their sector (exam centres are in the most central and accessible schools). The children take the exam under the supervision of the army, police and local security...all with guns...two children from each of the examination rooms has to verify that the packets of exam papers have not been tampered with and the supervising teacher is not permitted to see the paper until the exam is over...MINEDUC officials and the director of education visit the schools to make sure that the test is being carried out properly...when all the exams are finished...the papers are collected and taken to the education office in the district by more armed soldiers and they will be guarded for the night...the next day they will transported to a centre in province, so for the southern province the centre will be in Butare and there the papers will be marked...so, there is no cheating and the children are not permitted to ask for any help, including the reading of the paper...P6 is the equivalent of Year 6 and the children are supposed to be aged around 11...Not only are they not to ask for any help in the reading of the test...but these children until last year, had all their education through French...now they are sitting exam papers written in English! Anyway...we plodded on to some of the more remote sectors in the district...on the way we picked up 3 hitchhikers and Protogen decided that he was going to drive so the driver was now sat in the back with me and one hitchhiker, while the other two were in the pickup bit...after we had finished visiting the schools, we went to the sector office in Nyanza sector...the policeman had to do something...and then Protogen said that as we had seen all the schools, we would now see the border of Burundi...we picked up someone else to give them a lift...but less than two minutes later they had been dumped out and a soldier (with his huge great big scary gun!) was now sat in his place in the back of the car with myself and the driver...we seemed to be driving for ages...on possibly the worst roads I have ever seen...with grass growing not just down the middle or the sides...but covering the entire road! Finally we came out onto a proper tarmac road...something which I didn’t realise we had in Gisagara...we dropped off the soldier...and headed down the road...after what felt like ages...we were at the border...I hadn’t realised that I was going to be taken all the way to crossing...the countries are divided by a river. I was taken into the offices to meet everyone...it soon became apparent that both Protogen and the policeman had a lot of connections at the border...we met a tall broad and rather intimidating man who walked us past the boarder for Rwanda, and into the neutral area between the countries...I was a little unnerved as I didn’t have my passport but I later found out that that would not have been a problem and we would have crossed all the way into Burundi had we not been with a policeman in a Rwandan uniform...the man we were with just happened to be the first commander in charge of border control. There was a lot of chatter in Kinyarwanda and then we started to walk back towards the car...and then past it...it was maybe 12.30pm...the sun was strong and I was starting to think that I might need a wee...I was hoping we would walk back to the car but no, we went to a bar instead...Protogen, the policeman and the first commander each had two beers and the driver had a fanta...I had nothing as I didn’t want to use the ‘facilities’ in the establishment we were in...you never know what you will find...Everyone found it very strange that I didn’t want a drink of any kind and I didn’t really want to explain my reasons why...so they just thought I was strange...then they ordered another 2 beers each...and goat brochettes...which are basically kebabs...I then had to try and explain why I was not eating them, they could not quite believe that I didn’t eat meat...and then more drinks were ordered and we were joined by the Executive Secretary of the sector...I was asked what I thought of Burundi...and I STUPIDLY said I thought it looked very much like Rwanda...I was quickly corrected...they are in fact very different...Burundi being dry and brown while Rwanda is green...I still maintain that they look the same! Anyway...finally at 5pm after 6 beers each had been consumed...it was decided that we would go home...after 4 and a half hours...I am glad that I didn’t have a drink...I never would have made it and then there was the hour long journey back to the village on dirt tracks...thankfully, the driver was back in his rightful place behind the wheel...and we were off for home...not long after setting off we picked up yet another hitchhiker...who sat in the back with myself and Protogen, while the policeman was in the front with the driver...then we picked up another 3 hitchhikers...one more in the back...so 4 people squashed onto 3 seats and 2 in the pickup...then we stopped and to my horror, the driver got out as we were near his house and protogen and his 6 beers drove the rest of the way back...we slowly dropped off the hitchhikers we stopped a car in the middle of the road...and one of the men got out...took what loked like it might have been the driving licence of the other car and we set off again...finally we were back at the education office...and not before time...I suggested that maybe as I had been sat down all day, I could walk from there...apparently not...I was driven all the way home...nearly mowing down a few guests for a local wedding on the way...I have never been so happy to see my house! Back in one piece...so just to recap...<br />1 border crossing<br />3 bottles of fanta (for the driver)<br />8 goat brochettes<br />11 hitchhikers (including one with a GUN!!!)<br />22 beers<br />What a day!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tuesday 28th October 2009</strong><br />I think I have just about recovered from yesterday’s excitement! Today I was off on school visits again...this time with Alexis, while Ruairi went with the man from MINEDUC again...I was collected from the house at just gone 7.30am. Today we were to go to 5 sectors...but as I was with Alexis the visits were short...We arrived at the first school and Alexis nearly had a fit...as the exams hadn’t yet started he ordered the children to come and tidy up the grounds as there was litter scattered everywhere! The school was not in the best state and the toilets were VERY smelly!! We left and Alexis was not in a mood for messing...at the next school he was all of a dither as the desks were too close together...he made sure that they were all in the right places and then the exam started...we made it round three more schools before he was too tired to do anymore work and we headed back to the office...Alexis got out of the car and when I asked about whether I would see him that afternoon at the district office...I was told to ‘go home and take pause’. I was driven home...had some lunch and headed out the district office...I walked home in the shadow of a giant rain cloud, but made it home long before the rains started... </span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-3761225727743801462009-10-23T01:07:00.000-07:002009-10-23T01:16:00.089-07:00A warm beer is better than no beer...isn't it?<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Thursday 22nd October 2009</strong><br />So this morning, I decided that today HAD to be a better day...however, dressed as I was I am not sure quite how I thought this possible? This morning I woke up and decided that today was the day to break in my new walking boots (you will understand why when you read on) but I wear skirts in the office, I don’t know why, but I like to keep my trousers and jeans for outside of work. So there I was...Black, mid-calf length skirt, with walking boots and socks on...you really have no idea just how cool I looked...Unfortunately this was not the opinion of the locals who looked at me and my strange ensemble with what can only be described as disgust...but I had to remember that this opinion was coming from people living in the ‘shell suit’ capital of world...I went to the education office first thing in the desperate hope of something to do...as usual, I was bitterly disappointed...I lasted about an hour and a half but then I had to go to the district office to use the internet. I need to download smart notebook, but it can take up to 9 hours...that would mean spending a whole day in the district off...and what better day to do it than today! So off I headed...strolling along...and then I realised, yet again, just how lucky I am...I might not have running water or electricity, I might have to share a toilet with boys and cannibal spiders and I might have to get up at 5.30am in the morning...but all of that has got to be worth it for the most amazing views in the world...it really is stunning and the pictures don’t quite capture it...anyway...I actually managed to find a file which down loaded in under 15 minutes which was good...I had little battery left, but Ruairi was supposed to coming over to the office soon with his surge protector...unfortunately he was held up by Francois and Alexis...who wanted something printing...but the education office printer had been ‘borrowed’ and subsequently broken by another office...he was so delayed that the battery on my laptop gave up...and I ended up helping Sylvere-Chris download and set up Skype in his computer. I am still struggling to understand why he wants or even needs skype as I am the only other person he knows with an account and I sit opposite him for most of the day! When I am not in the office, I have no internet...but he wanted it and I had nothing better to do! I somehow managed to sit in the same chair at the same desk, with nothing to do, for 8 hours...I still am unsure as to why I didn’t go home for lunch!?? I was ready for home. Once back at the house, it was time to take off the boots as my feet were bloody hot and pack for my first real Rwandan Adventure. This weekend myself and a few friends are going to go to Nyungwe Forest National Park (hence the breaking in of the walking boots) in the hope of seeing some monkeys and possibly in chimpanzees, although they are not often seen by tourists, I am not giving up all hope! Bags packed I headed out for only the second evening since I arrived in this town. It appears that Enok...a local secondary school teacher was concerned that I was avoiding him as I had not been going for drinks with him and Ruairi, that and the fact that he had just taken up the lease on the only bar in the village with a generator. So off we went. Much like the daytime views here...the night views are often equally spectacular...Although there is no manmade light to be seen...the moon is bright and there are thousands of stars in the sky...I have never seen so many...they are incredibly...they are just scattered in the sky...and the moon hangs differently here too...it hangs more like a U than like a C as it does in the UK...Enok’s bar is a little further out of town than the other one (the one where you have to drink warm beer in the dark) but it does have lights and plug sockets!...the only thing it is lacking is a fridge...anyway...I finally made it after cheating death...when I was very nearly run down by a man on a push bike...waslking along with torches in hand you would have thought that the bike would have seen us...but apparently not...I heard something from behind...and when I turned around...the bike had almost caught up with me...I really dont understand how he didnt see us...as he had a light on his bike too...and there was a whole part of the road which was nit being used...but thankfully I was unharmed (never one for being a drama queen!) and made it to the pub in one piece...just...on arrival Ruairi and I found Enok sitting in one of the little bamboo huts...watching Bruce Lee films...I have never before seen one...and I know realise why...and I am not sure that I will be going out of my way to watch one again...after several hours...1 bottle of Mutzig beer and a Sprite later, served by a 15 year old boy (not sure I am completely comfortable with that!) it was time to head home...but having drunk all of that...it was a race against time...would I make it home in time to make it to the loo...thankfully and much to the relief of everyone...I did...but it has to be said that it was a close call and I have also discovered that ‘front door syndrome’ also happens here...Thankfully there were no horrors hanging out on the door or the door frame...I emerged and went to the veranda to watch the stars with Ruairi before heading for bed...but there I was stood in the dark...when all of a sudden...there was a flash of light...I was very confused...and asked what the flash was...only to be informed that it was in fact my rather temperamental head torch which I had forgotten I was wearing...god, I felt like a complete idiot...and off I went to bed...just I was getting into bed though...something caught my eye...it had eight legs, eight eyes, and was larger than your average spider....and it was crawling on my bin...now..I am more than aware of the consequences of my actions and the fact that it is probably more scared of me than I am of it (although I must say that I am not convinced by that) but...when I come back as a spider (as we all know that that is what happens if you kill one) I am not going to crawl over a mirror...so I will not scare myself...or infact see just how scary I am...anyhow...the spider ‘unfortunately’ collided with a bottle of water...and that was the end of the spider...and I could nearly sleep soundly... </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Wednesday 21st October 2009<br /></strong>There is really nothing of any significance to report today. The morning was spent in the education office...where yet more solitaire etc was played for the best part of 5 hours...home for a short break and then to the district office where at least there is the internet to entertain! Once back at the house...as if I had not had enough Pride and Prejudice for one week...I watched the film...all in all a particularly boring day!</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-35482870575064578352009-10-21T06:47:00.000-07:002009-10-21T06:50:38.384-07:00Bikes, bumps and bloody mountains...<div align="justify"><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>Tuesday 20th October 2009</strong><br />This morning was a slightly later start than usual...we had decided the night before that we were going to visit another school today....this one was slightly further than Ndora and would require the use of another moto...I really do not like motos...but I just have to grit my teeth and put up with it some times...so off I went on the back of Alexis’ bike...now I was expecting to go as far on the ‘main road’ with little trouble...not when I say main road...what I actually mean is a slightly wider than our average dirt track...we took a turn off the main road and I expected that the road would be pretty similar...oh how foolish I feel...looking back I really should have known...well...the road was little more than a dirt lane and was very muddy in places...as it wound up hill and down dale...but when I say that...what I really mean is up and down mountains!!! The hills were bigger than I had anticipated...I am never quite sure if I have more of an issue going uphill or down...The road was bumpy...and much of the journey is spent trying to avoid large rocks and pot holes...winding and weaving along...Going downhill the bike squeaked, clunked, shook and grumbled along...and one can never be sure just how reliable the brakes are and these hills are extremely steep...back up the hill is pretty much the same story...with the added fear of falling off the back...I often have this image in my head...almost like a cartoon where I am riding along on the back of a moto...and bit by bit the bike falls apart and in the end I am it is just me on the seat with one wheel...almost like a unicycle...speeding uncontrollably downhill...so there you have it...after going over a very steep bridge and nearly having to get off as we were stuck in mud...we arrived at the school...we had a brief chat about training needs...etc...and an even briefer tour of the school, as the children were sitting exams...following this...we headed back to the main, following my suggestion, on foot...it wasn’t long before it started to cloud over...with enormous, dark grey rain clouds...thankfully they passed and we made it back the main road, dry and still in one piece...Alexis was very late collecting us as he had headed back to Butare to have the chain tightened on his bike (although I wasn’t aware that motorbike had chains...would that affect its performance?) and I was now assure that it would no longer make the loud clunking noise it had been making before! Back at the house...there was nothing for lunch...the bread had not been delivered to the village and the backup supply of biscuits had also been finished...we boiled rice for lunch and made enough to have for dinner too. I headed out to the district office shortly after lunch...and with my ipod on...I was storming along in the strong midday sun...I was stopped on the way by three ladies...they were jabbering on about something...I had thought that they were saying how nice my bag was...but I don’t think that that was the case as they used the word ‘fanta’ which can be anything to drink...water, juice, pop...quite why they were asking if I had fanta in my bag is beyond me...as you should not drink (or eat) in public...I made my excuses and upped my speed even more...and found myself with a rice induced stitch...I don’t think one should walk that fast just after lunch...at the district the office I usually use was full so I camped in the hall...but it has a bad echo...and was very cold...but at least I was not in the rain...it seems that the rains have become more frequent and it now rains nearly everyday...at 5pm...I was ready for home...walking in the beating sun is far more tiring than you realise at the time! </span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921680068600966592.post-3990194965674011602009-10-20T05:13:00.000-07:002009-10-20T05:37:41.876-07:00International Monday Sadness...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>Monday 19th October 2009<br /></strong>Why is it that no matter where you are in the world...Monday mornings always leave you with that feeling of dread...that runs through your entire body...well...that is exactly how I felt when I woke this morning and remembered that I had the dreaded 2 hour morning meeting ahead of me...on arrival at the district office...it became apparent that this morning was going to be even more painful then my previous experiences of the meeting...Alexis was nowhere to be seen...which meant no translation...into English or even French...oh the sadness...but, taking me somewhat by surprise...the meeting was drawn to a close after just 1 hour and 40 minutes...woooooohoooooooo!!!!!! SO why was I the only one celebrating?...Maybe because my favourite kind of people are going to make an appearance next Monday...and who are these people??? THE INSPECTORS!!!! Thankfully they will not be interested in the volunteers...but everybody else in the meantime has a lot of work to do...especially as there are a lot of people with new jobs and extra responsibilities...Because Alexis was in hiding...there was no key to education office...so I camped out in the district for the day...Lunchtime came...and we walked back to the house with one of the men from the office...my word...some of you guys think I walk slowly...this man put me to shame...I had to keep adjusting my speed to slow down for him...Spent the rest of the afternoon in exactly the same place as I always do...Alexis did finally put in an appearance and it turns out he had been in a meeting...where are about what I am still trying to work out!!! He was just going to head over to the education office...but it was looking very much like it was going to rain very heavily at any given moment...Alexis assured us that he was going to go...but would run (the journey would still take a good 10 minutes to run!!...and Alexis NEVER runs anywhere!) I must say that I was impressed to see that he upped his pace and was definitely walking faster than usual...whether it could be called a run though is another matter...he made it about 5 metres to the gate...then he must have got tired as he was starting to slow...lucky for him...a person on a motorbike came along just at the right time...he hopped on the back and I am in no doubt that he made it to the office before the rains really kicked in...I really do like Alexis...but the man really has no idea what running actually is!!! Finally we headed home for the final instalments of Pride and Prejudice, and some proper...yes proper...chocolate...from our friends at green and blacks...yum yum yum...</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09213018468070840773noreply@blogger.com1