Monday, 24 May 2010

Lions...Hippos...Busses...Jesus Keyrings and Volcanos...Holiday with the mother...the conclusion...

Ngorongoro Crator



































Lake Manyara














Friday 23rd April 2010
SO this must be the complete opposite feeling to that of someone having a baby...who is a week over their due date...A week later and the mother is still here...larger than life...hanging out in Rwanda...this morning we all caught motos up to the VSO office...myself and Dorothy had a meeting for GSP...in the mean time...we pointed the mother in the direction of the bus stop and suggested she venture out in town...about half way through the meeting...the woman from British High Commission called again just to see how the mother was bearing up...as did the manager from Ethiopian Airlines...who was trying to get her on a flight as soon as possible...I went out for a ‘we have made it through the workshop’ lunch...while the mother went back to Ethiopian Airlines with a block of chocolate...as it happens...I think the lady from BHC had been down to the office...as the mother had an hour to get over town...pack her bags and get on the next plane to the UK...I met her at the VSO office and then got a moto to AEE where I helped her pack...and then went with her to the airport...she was rushed through and we hardly had a chance to say goodbye...but I guess that was for the best as she is over emotional at the best of times!!! I headed back to AEE...where I enjoyed the sound of...my own company...
Thursday 22nd April 2010
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...


Wednesday 21st April 2010
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...
Tuesday 20th April 2010
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...
Monday 19th April 2010
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...

Sunday 18th April 2010
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...

Saturday 17th April 2010
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...

Friday 16th April 2010
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...
Thursday 15th April 2010
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!!!!
Wednesday 14th April 2010
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...

Tuesday 13th April 2010
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!

Monday 12th April 2010
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...

Sunday 11th April 2010
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..

Saturday 10th April 2010
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...

Friday 9th April 2010
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!!!

Thursday 8th April 2010
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...

Wednesday 7th April 2010
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...


Tuesday 6th April 2010
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...

Monday 6th April 2010
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...

Sunday 5th April 2010
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!
Saturday 4th April 2010
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!!!

Monday, 3 May 2010

To Paradise And Back - Holiday With The Mother - Part 2





















Monday 29th March 2010
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!!!
Tuesday 30th March 2010
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.

Wednesday 1st April 2010
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!!!!

Thursday 2nd April 2010
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.
Friday 3rd April 2010
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...

A Holiday With The Mother - And This Is Just The Beginning...

Sunday 28th March 2010
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...

Saturday 27th March 2010
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...

Friday 26th March 2010
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...
Thursday 25th March 2010
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...
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...
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...

Saturday, 20 March 2010

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!


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!

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...


Monday 15th March 2010
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...


Tuesday 16th March 2010
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...