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November 2012

13. + 14. + 15. uge i Afrika   (published in Tanzania)

November 29, 2012 by   Comments(2)

Hej :)

Så kommer der endelig en opdatering igen - jeg ved godt det er længe siden den sidste, men tiden har været knap og bor nu langt fra en internet café, desværre. Her går alting godt, og jeg har det rigtig fint :)

Hverdagene er gået på hospitalet, hvor jeg har været med til og haft en masse fødsler både gode og dårlige, men sådan er det jo. Har været med til kejsersnit, hvilket var rigtig spændende, men man blev ret frustretet over, hvor elendigt de laver det - stingene ligner noget man har sat en 5 årig til at lave!! Har også været med til et par tvillinge fødsler, det er også meget spændende.

Har været til nogle forskellige social´s med projects abroad - til game dag på en special skole for handicappet børn, det var vildt sjovt og hyggeligt. Vi har haft beach volley på mmbalamwezi beach & været ude og spise lidt europæsisk mad et par gange. ;) Så har vi været på et village museum og høre om afrikansk kultur og set afrikansk dans, det er vildt sjovt!

Weekenderne er oftes gået på en lækker strand, vejret er altid skønt og vandet er dejlig varmt på stranden - det er bare livet! Har været på Mwenge marked, som er et lokal sted med en masse afrikanske ting og andet skrammel ;)

Igår havde jeg fødselsdag og ti af pigerne fejrede mig med en lækker frokost på flirtease. Senere på dagen havde Cecilie (min rommie) og jeg middag med familien -lækker fisk og rødvin + gave :)

Imorgen har jeg sidste dag på hospitalet, det bliver lidt trist det har været en utrolig spændende oplevelse og er evigt taknemmelig for at have set og lært så meget! Søndag morgen går turen til Zanzibar på juleferie, inden jeg d. 14 december kl. 17:46 ankommer på Esbjerg banegård ;)

Håber alle har det godt, det har jeg og glæder mig til at se jer igen! (undskyld den lidt korte opdatering, men det er da bedre end ingenting;) )

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13. + 14. + 15. uge i Afrika
 

Only 1 week left :(   (published in Tanzania)

November 28, 2012 by   Comments(1)

I can't believe my 2 months in Tanzania is coming to an end as next week I am flying back to England! The hospital has some visiting plastic surgeons from Belgium this week so I spent the day yesterday with them watching operations and helping them to move the patient back into the ward afterwards. It was really interesting to see the differences between how the doctors in Tanzania work and how the Belgium doctors work! The Belgium doctors are much cleaner and more careful than the Tanzanian doctors who are so used to doing everything in a rush they make a mess when stitching up and dressing wounds.

In the hospital I have been working at there are only 8 doctors for hundreds of people. This means that there isn't always a doctor around when you need them in an emergency so the poor doctors are always running around the hospital attempting to be in two or three places at once! This is where us volunteers come in handy as we do many of the jobs in the wards which the nurses would normally do while the nurses do some of the work for the doctors! During my last few weeks in the hospital I have been sharing my time between the surgical ward and the clinic for babies and pregnant women. In the surgical ward I am continuing to improve my skills for dressing wounds, casting broken bones, removing casts, giving medications and helping the doctors with some of their paperwork! There are 7 other volunteers in the same hospital as me at the moment which is quite alot so my job isn't as tiring at the moment as we share out the jobs.

The main struggles the hospital faces is money, lack of supplies and lack of space. It is very difficult to describe to you what the hospital is like as it is so difficult for you to imagine without seeing photos or experiencing it yourself. I will try to take a sneaky photo to show you when I get back! The wards are very small and dark. In the surgical ward they have no windows so there is no sunshine shining through into the rooms and no fresh air. They have pretty much crammed in as many beds as possible into each room so there is only just enough room for us to bring a small trolley with us when we are dressing wounds. If there are lots of visitors then this is impossible so we have to ask them all to leave! Sometimes beds have more than one person in them as there are not enough beds. Other times the nurses will just ask one of the patients to get out of bed and take his sheets with him up to the medical ward so they can use the bed for another patient!
The weather in Tanzania is very hot and humid all year round. This month was meant to be the rainy month but it has so far only rained 4 times! With no fresh air and so many people crammed in one room the wards are very hot and smelly from wounds smelling and sweaty patients. I am pretty sure that if us volunteers weren't here the poor patients wouldn't have their sheets changed for their entire stay in the hospital! Most of the sheets are ripped and have holes in them so they are pretty useless!

Unlike in England patients have to pay for everything when they are in hospital. They even have to pay for the gloves us doctors wear when we are dressing their wounds or giving medication. Sadly because most people in Tanzania are very poor this means that many people have to go home before they are better because they cant afford to pay anymore. Many people cant have operations they desperately need because it is too expensive. You also don't get food in the hospital so relatives have to bring food in for patients to eat. When we let patients go home we have to be very quick when filling out their paperwork as many people try and escape from the hospital so they don't have to pay!!

Not having enough medical supplies is a huge problem. Us volunteers are always going to the pharmacy to try and get more medication, gloves, bandages and plasters but most of the time they are not in stock so we have to be creative and use something else. Sometimes we cant redress the wounds of the patients as we don't have what we need to do it! This is very frustrating as some patients are in desperate need of treatment but because we don't have the right materials we can't treat them! There are so many poor patients which I want to take back to England with me as they have been in hospital for months and haven't got any better but if they were in England they would have been cured weeks and weeks ago! It must also be frustrating for the poor doctors and nurses who work their socks off when they see that some patients aren't improving.

To sum it up being a patient at the hospital is one of the most horrible experiences! I have never been so careful with myself as I am in Tanzania as after seeing the hospital as a doctor, being a patient in a Tanzanian hospital is currently my worst nightmare! We are all so lucky that we have such good hospitals in England where we feel safe and happy that the doctors know exactly what they are doing. Most of the doctors out here don't have a clue! At some times I have more knowledge than they do and I haven't even started medical school yet!! This hospital is in desperate need of some help and this can only happen if people like me make others aware of the conditions others are living and working in so we can try our best to help. It is hard to know where to start as there are so many things this hospital needs. At the moment there are two buildings which are unfinished as they cant afford to pay the builders. One of these is a new paediatric ward and the other is a Tuberculosis ward. I am not sure whether I talked about the Paediatric ward in my last blog but this is desperately needed. Most of the sickest patients in this hospital sadly are children and at the moment there is only one small room with 8 beds for children. Most of the time beds have 2 or maybe even three children in them! Many of them have different diseases, many which are contagious so sometimes diseases spread around the ward as the wards are so cramped and dirty! There are no curtains around the beds in any of the wards so the patients have no privacy whatsoever meaning that the poor patients have no dignity.

When I get home I would love to fund raise for this hospital to try and make a difference no matter how small. One of the main things I have learnt in Tanzania is that every little helps and not to take anything for granted. They are so grateful for any help whatsoever no matter how small. Some of the small things which seem insignificant to us in England because we take them for granted mean the world to them. I have taken so much for granted during my life so far and after living within the Tanzanian culture for 2 months I will now appreciate my life so much more and I hope that it will make me less hesitant to seize even more opportunities that are offered to me to try and make a difference to less fortunate people in the world. Live every day to the full and enjoy every minute of it!

Nobody can do everything but everyone can do something!

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Zanzibar   (published in Tanzania)

November 28, 2012 by   Comments(1)

Hoi!

Ik was vergeten te vertellen dat de aatste dag op het vaste land we met alle vrijwilligers van het medical project naar een heeel arm dorpje zijn gegaan, eerst uren door de rimboe gereden met een oude bus. In het dorpje ging een arts uit Arusha  diagnoses stellen bij mensen uit het dorp die langs kwamen en dat waren er heeel veel!! ik met nog een jongen en een meisje uit nl. zaten in een andere kamer om de recepten van de mensen te bekijken en de medicatie mee te geven die wij betaald hebben. Sommige medicatie was er niet eens en heel veel was snel op, dus dan gaf je het gewoon niet. De mensen waren erg dankbaar en bogen zowat voor ons. Het was super mooi om te doen, maar ik was blij toen die dag voorbij was want het was te heet en teveel mensen in 1 gebouw. Op het einnde van de dag kwamen er nog mensen binnen gelopen die we weg moesten sturen omdat de medicatie op was, dit was erg hard want die mensen hadden misschien wel de hele dag gelopen. 

 

Terug naar zanzibar.

De laatste dagen waren slecht, maandagavond zijn jackie, ik stephan (een jongen uit duitsland) en de gids, een stuk gaan lopen over het strand. We hebben gegeten bij een restaurantje buiten, naeten voelde ik gelijk al  dat mijn buik niet zo blij was met t eten. De dag erna had ik heel veel buikpijn en die jongen uit duitsland ook, we hadden beide vlees gegeten en vandaag spraken we met de kok hier erover. Hij zei dat het hem speet dat hijniet vertekld had dat je hier geen vlees moet eten omdat het stroom regelmatig uitvalt en het vlees dan 7 uur aan het dooien is. Ik had het kunnen weten, stom van me. Maargoed vandaag gaat het weer beter. Maandagavond heb ik mijn blog geschreven en ben ik zon 30x gestoken door een mug. snachts weinig geslapen van de jeuk. Dinsdag morgen werd ik wakker en zagen mijn armen en benen er verminkt uit, knal rood, en allemaal bulten , mn huid was vlekkerig en ongelijk. Het jeukte verschrikkelijk. De afrikaanse gids kwam naar mn kamer om mn benen en armen in te smeren met pure aloe vera wat hier in de tuin groeit dat was verfrissend. Daarna moest ik van hem in de schaduw buiten gaan liggen dat was wel lekker. Gedurende de tijd dat ik daar lag kwam de kok langs lopen de baas, en de rest van het personeel om te vragen hoe het was, iedereen schrok erg van hoe ik eruit zag. Ik voelde me ook ziek en was heel moe. In de middag leek het iets weg te trekken dus besloot ik niet naar het ziekenhuis te gaan. savonds werd het weer heel slecht  en jeukte mijn hoogd, oogleden oren ook het brandde en ik voelde me ziek. De dokter is gebeld en kwam aan op zijn brommertje haha was super grappig. Hij had een plastic zakje met een bloeddruk meter en temp meter en wat medicatie. Hij nam wat bloed af voor de malariatest die gelukkig voor mij aangaf dat ik het niet heb. Hij vroeg ons waar we hadden gezwommen enz. de gids vertelde dit en vertelde ook dat we uit zijn geweest en over het dansen( wat hij steeds shakie shakie noemt) en hoelaat we thuis waren. Hij en de dokter hadden dikke schik.  Ik heb medicatie gekregen tegen allergische reactie, en zalf. 

Woensdag

Vandaag gaat het een stuk beter, mn huid trekt bij en de jeuk is nu alleen op mn handen en voeten. Ik voelde me vanochtend nog heel niet lekker, heb veel geslapen. Sinds vanmiddag voel ik me beter. Ik ga nu f poolen met john. En genieten van het heerlijke weer hiero!!  LATERR

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Zanzibar
 

Ben ik weer   (published in Tanzania)

November 26, 2012 by   Comments(2)

Jambo! Daar ben ik weer. Ondertussen zit ik op het heerlijke bounty eiland Zanzibar.

Ik zaljullie eerst f bijpraten over de laatse dagen.

Vorige week in het ziekenhuis was er een team vanuit Belgie ( een plastisch chirurg, anesthesist en een recoveryverpleegkundige) Ik kreeg de kans om een aantal dagen met hun mee te lopen, dit was super! Overal in de omgeving was bekend dat zij zouden komen. Op maandag kwamen alle patienten die graag geopereerd wilde worden langs en spraken met de arts, de arts heeft keuzes gemaakt bij welke patient een operatie het meest noodzakelijk was. Ik heb 8 operaties bij mogen wonen, en zelf af en oe mogen assisteren met dingen vasthouden aangeven. De kinderen waren niet een beetje verbrand, nee sommige over hun hele lichaam. De mensen koken hier altijd buiten en er gebeuren veel ongelukken hiermee. Er waren veel operaties van verbrandde kindjes die sommige lichaamsdelen niet meer kunnen gebruiken door het vele littekenweefsel wat ontstaat. De kind Er werd veel  gesneden in spieren etc. veel huidtransplantaties gezien. Het was super interessant. Op dag 2 werd er een baby van 4 maanden geopereerd aan haar neusje, ze kregen haar niet geintubeerd en ze kreeg geen lucht, ze moesten haar beademen en ze kreeg medicatie gelukkig trok het snel bij. ik heb ook een keizersnede gezien welke  gedaan werd door een arts van hier, ze moest een epiduraal krijgen ( ruggenprik) welke eerst 6x misgeprikt is. De deuren en ramen stonden open, iedereen kon de vrouw zien, nakend en kreunend en steunend van de weeen. voor de arts begon te snijden legde hij zijn handen op de buik en bad hij, dit was bijzonder om te zien. Ik heb veel fotos mogen maken en zelfs een filmpje van de geboorte het was een mooie ervaring.

Donderdagavond zijn we met alle vrijwilligers ergens buiten gaan bbquen, onderweg daarnaar toe waren we verdwaald in de stad. Het eten was niet echt lekker, vooral afrikaanse gerechten. Het was super gezellig. Daarna zijn we uitgegaan. We moesten een half uurtje lopen naar een discotheek wat allaal buiten. Er was veel locale bevolking maar ook veel toeristen het was gezellig. Het team uit belgie was er ook. We hebben veel gedanst en gedronken bij een kampvuur. Samen met het team uit belgie heb ik een taxi terug genomen. Eerst werden hun afgezet, toen opweg naar mijn huis. De laatste 2 km is bijna niet berijdbaar, halverwege zette hij de auto stil en zei ik kan niet meer verder rijden ik ben bang dat mijn auto kapot gaat. We gaan lopen zei die. Ik zei dacht het niet, het is veel te gevaarlijk!! Het was nogal een sulletje, dus als we overvallen werden had ik aan hem ook niks gehad. Ik durf niet verder te rijden zei die. Ik zei je moet wel want ik moet naar huis. Uiteindelijk reden wel heeel voorzichtig verder. Ik belde mn gastmoeder uit bed om de deur open te doen en de honden naar binnen te doen. Daarna stond ik buiten te roken en hoorde een auto met big problems, ik hoop niet dat hij het was....

Zaterdag afscheid genomen van de famillie, kadootjes gekregen super lief..veel fotos genomen, famillie kwam langs om fotos te maken en ik werd van alle kanten geknuffeld, ik moet terug komen met heel mn famillie zeiden ze.

Om 10 uur werd ik opgehaald door detaxi, samen met jackie, een meisje uit oostenrijk ging ik naar het vliegveld. Hier hadden we een groot probleem, om een of andere reden is mticket geannulleerd, ze kenden ook het bedrijf niet waar we ze gekocht hadden. De naam van jackie was bekend maar mijne niet, er werd veel heen en weer gebeld en uiteindelijk kon ik cash betalen, er was nog 1 stoel over!! de vlucht was kikke, het was een klein chartervliegtuigje we hadden veel turbulentie. Aangekomen op zanzibar namen we een taxi naar het hotel. Het is hier super om te zien het is zo mooi, bijna niet te geloven.!!

Het hotel ligt aan het strand we hebben een soort van bungelow. met een warme douche!!! het strand is..super prachtig echt geweldig het water is warm en het weer is perfect. we leerde de gids kennen hier die de klanten mee neemt naar alle mooie plekken van zanzibar. zijn naam vergeet ik steeds, ik noem hen john..super grappig want nu noemt iedereen hem john. Het is een super lachen afrikaanse kerel die ons zondag morgen om 5.15 gewekt heeft om te gaan zwemmen met dolfijnen wat helemaal geweldig was! we zwommen zoooo dicht bij ze dat we ze bijna aan konden raken. Ongelooflijk.!! daarna nog f gesnorkeld. we waren om 9.30 terug voorflink ontbijt. Daarna zijn we apen wezen kijken in een jungle in de buurt dit was leuk!!

om 15.30 zijn we ergens naar een ander strand gegaan samen met de gids, een afrikaanse jongen een jongen uit duitsland en wij. we hebben de gids leren zwemmen dit was super lachen, wat hebben we een schik gehad!!! hij zegt nu steeds in het nl.  mijn armen mijn benen mijn armen mijn benen. super grappig. We zijn naar een zandbank gelopen en hebben de zonsondergang gekeken hier onder het genot van een picknick met annanas en bananen. Het was als een droom!!

Daarna naar het hotel, eten douchen relaxen. Daarna zijn we uit gegaan met veel mensen van het hotel. We mochten niet alleen gaan. Bij de disco liepen ze met ons mee als we naar de wc moesten, als we gingen dansen overal werden we omsingeld door 3 of 4 mannen van het hotel. De mannen in de disco droegen messen bij zich en veel waren erg irritant. Gelukkig hadden we john bij ons die soms pissig werd en ze wegstuurde, ik ben denk ik een x of 6 mee uitgevraagd en iedereen wil aan je zitten. Om 3 uur waren we thuis en heb ik voor de 3e x die dag een douche genomen. We waren al bijna 24 uur op maar het was geweldige dag!!!

Vandaag alleen maar gerelaxed, ben erg moe!! Morgen gaan we snorkelen bij een eiland en naar het mooiste strand van zanzibar.

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Voorbereidingen   (published in Tanzania)

November 26, 2012 by   Comments(0)

Ik ben druk bezig met het voorbereiden van mijn vertrek op 4 januari. Woensdag ga ik naar het consulaat van Tanzania om mijn visum aan te vragen en als alles goed gaat heb ik die dan na drie werkdagen binnen. Volgende week vrijdag moet ik voor de laatste keer naar het vaccinatiecentrum om de laatste twee prikken te krijgen, ik dacht eerst dat ik er minstens 8 moest halen maar uiteindelijk zijn het er 5 geworden dus dat valt weer mee. Verder moet ik nog wat dingen regelen voor de sponsorloop die ik ga organiseren, die zal als alles goed gaat op woensdag 19 december op de Bongerd plaatsvinden. Bij de muses dag waar ik een paar weken geleden naartoe was geweest raadden ze namelijk aan om geld intezamelen voor je project in Afrika zodat je daar ook finaciele steun kunt bieden. Nu is het vooral nog afwachten op een mailtje van projects-abroad over mijn placement details die ik binnen nu een twee weken zal ontvangen. Dan krijg ik te horen in welk gastgezin ik terecht kom en in welk weeshuis ik zal gaan werken.

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Voorbereidingen
 

Rocks Part IV   (published in Tanzania)

November 25, 2012 by   Comments(0)

After the thrills and spills of parents Day at Engikaret, we took a busy Dala back into Arusha on Sunday morning. Sophia (a volunteer that we live with who works for a different organisation, HIMS) was heading out to the Orphanage that she has been working with over the last few weeks, so we decided to join her. We met her over the road from Mama Mackrine's and hopped aboard the fun bus, and man was it a ride. Squeezed into a Dala with 30 kids and a few adults, bouncing up the rockiest road ever and all the while the kids singing ever louder "Awawaway", and cheering when we hit the bumps. You would queue for hours for that at Alton Towers.

We arrived, disembarked and promptly got a football out for kicking around in the very small yard that the orphans have to play in. Some impressive juggling skills punctuated the mad dash for the ball, which often ended in a hoof into the plants or washing line (not much different from my early footy days), with shouts of "David-dee", and "passe". Great fun, if a little hot!!

 

 

 

We took a break from the kids to be shown around by Mama Agnes, after all the reason Sara & I came up was to understand more about her ideas to develop a small bakery, in order to generate an income that wasn't just donations to the orphanage and her pension. She had a small hut with a couple of wood burners that could suffice, the roof needed some work and it could do with some cleaning up but the potential was there... 

 

She showed us an old cow shed she'd built out the back, but because of its proximity to the stream the neighbours had forced her to not use it (even though they had a very similar set up next door, the difference being that they were on the Village Commuinty Board  and Mama wasn't - I'm afraid we've come across a fair amount of that already). We walked back up past a rabbit hut containing dogs. Sadly dogs are not really kept as pets in Tanzania, more for guarding proprty at night, which is the only time some of them are let out. Pretty grim.  We met Mama's mama-in-law ("Bebe" in Swahili) who was bed-bound after a fall, and very frail. Not surprising at the ripe old age of 107 - or so mama says (alot of the older generation have no idea how old they are, best bet it to try to ask what year they were born).

 

 

 

Mama's husband is a professinoal hunter, presumably taking tourists out to hunt. There was a dashing 1970s portratit of the man haning in their living room, think Shaft with an even bigger tash. We walked through into her office room, where we talked about the potential for PA to help but she'd need to form a group rather than be a sole loan taker really. She had a safe box, with 4 padlocks and a set of VICOBA (Village banking) record books; ready to start a Kibati group for 30 of the kids. Four people would be key holders and mama would keep the box. The key holders would take their key home, so the box was never kept with the keys - to ensure no funny business... 

 

Finally we walked around to another small piece of land that she owned, where the structure of a new building was almost complete. This project had been ongoing for 5 years, but due to lack of funds it could not be completed. The aim was to have more space for the children to sleep in, as the current arrangements just won't cope as the children grow up. Again, so close, but so far.
We came away with an overwhelming feeling of the need to help, but all too aware that we needed to concentrate our efforts in the most relevant area whilst we are here - the microfinance. Of course we'd like to just muck in and help, but that's only short term and we have limited resource to do that everywhere we go. The plan with Mama Agnes it to work with her to give her some advice on planning and managing her numerous projects to try to bring at least one to fruition. 

Finally we walked around to another small piece of land that she owned, where the structure of a new building was almost complete. This project had been ongoing for 5 years, but due to lack of funds it could not be completed. The aim was to have more space for the children to sleep in, as the current arrangements just won't cope as the children grow up. Again, so close, but so far.We came away with an overwhelming feeling of the need to help, but all too aware that we needed to concentrate our efforts in the most relevant area whilst we are here - the microfinance. Of course we'd like to just muck in and help, but that's only short term and we have limited resource to do that everywhere we go. The plan with Mama Agnes it to work with her to give her some advice on planning and managing her numerous projects to try to bring at least one to fruition. 

 

 

 

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Rocks Part IV
 

Sidste opdatering i arusha   (published in Tanzania)

November 25, 2012 by   Comments(0)

Jambo! 

Sidder i Usa river på Tanz hands:) jeg skal besøge cradle for sidste gang og sige farvel til børnene - det bliver nok lidt svært! 

I denne uge startede jeg igen med at være påNgarenaro  Healthcenter . Mandag blev jeg meget chokeret over en fødsel. Moderen nåede ikke engang at presse hovedet ud før sygeplejersken havde hevet barnet ud! Jeg blev så frustreret over det at jeg måtte gå ud og kunne ikke holde tårene tilbage. Jeg følte simpelthen at nu havde jeg bare fået nok og kunne ikke klare mere! Bagefter var der en frivillig som tog imod ved en anden fødsel som blev gjort meget mere professionelt. 

Tirsdag blev jeg hjemme, nok fordi jeg ikke ville se sådan en situation som dagen før. Så jeg fik læst og set tv og bare slappet af. 

Onsdag var der slet ingen fødsler! Men vi fik hjulpet med at gøre lidt rent.Onsdag begyndte jeg at nyse og mine øjne var irreteret . Så jeg tænkte at det nok var en allergisk reaktion på alle de kulhydrater jeg spiser hernede! Men det blev værre og jeg fik hovedpine og ondt i halsen og tænkte at det nok var en forkølelse istedetfor. Jeg blev i sengen torsdag og fredag, hvor jeg ellers skulle have været til médical outreach. Jeg fik dog fortalt at jeg ikke gikglip af noget. 

Lørdag var jeg frisk igen . Der var daytrip til naura springs hotel, hvor projekts abroad gav mad! Det var helt fantastisk! Der var en stor buffet og mange grøntsager, fisk,kylling og meget andet! Endelig kunne jeg få noget salat så detudnyttede jeg i stor stil. Jeg fik taget en masse sol og fik også lidt for meget- men en lækker dag ;) 

Idag er jeg som sagt i Usa river for at sige farvel på cradle. 

Jeg har ikke så meget mere at fortælle i denne omgang. Næste uge bliver den sidste på Ngarenaro og jeg skal have sagt farvel rundt omkring til mine lokale bekendte og projekt abroad. Lørdag tagerhjem bussen til dár és salam og har en overnatning der før jeg tager til zanzibar :) 

Vildt at det snart er december og da også lidt svært at komme i julestemning i sådan en hede! 

Kh. Kathrine 

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Sidste opdatering i arusha
 

Sports Project in Arusha, Tanzania   (published in Tanzania)

November 22, 2012 by   Comments(0)

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Dennis Tost (Germany) talks about volunteering at our sports project in Arusha.

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Rocks Part III   (published in Tanzania)

November 19, 2012 by   Comments(0)

 

Parents Day
Saturday was the last day of term for Form 2 pupils, there was a big graduation assembley and all the parents were invited. After having "tested" the speakers and mixing desk the night before with Edward, Le le, Pancras, the fundi and the fathers (read: set them up in a new area, played a load of classic afro beats, drank beers and danced for a few hours), we got up and made ourselves useful. 
In the yard, some animals were roaming, but before we could say "ah isn't that cute", we heard the squeals of a pig being slaughtered and a goat being skinnned. By the kids. It was a pretty hard core start to the day. Here are a few photos...
We were astounded by the proficiency of the kids at butchering and preparing the animals - these are 10-15 year old kids using knives and machettes to hack limbs off and carefully utilise every part of the animal. The children are largely a mixture of Maasai and Chagga tribes. The Maasai will drink the fresh blood and eat the intestines (once washed out), whilst the Chagga will happily chow down on a pot simmering away with livers, fat, trotters, intestines and other undefined parts. Meanwhile Grace and Mary cooked the rice (with a little help from Sara) and vegetables in a number of huge pots over the way. 
Once the raw meat had been portioned, it was skewered on branches which were stuck into the ground around charcoal fires. This is a traditional Maasai method of cooking - the meat musn't touch the flames. The pig was cooked at one fire, the goat at another...
After the excitement of the feast preparation we headed over to the mess hall which would now be used as the place of assembly for the event. The girls were busying themselves with decorations - hanging Massai fabric on walls, blowing up balloons, using toilet roll as streamers, invention was everywhere. We carried the sound system over and Dave continued to help with the sound system wiring and mixing in the hall as I stood at the back and tried to judge the sound balance. And take some photos of course. Once this was all complete we took our seats.
Then we waited. 
And waited. 
At 11am African time (about 11.45am) the children assembled in the hall, and shortly afterwards the parents arrived accompanied by the teachers and Father Renatus. A few words of welcome were said and the festivities began. This ranged from some welcome songs in English, some dancing, and two comedy sketches in Swahili which were so well acted and with such energy, that even we understood.  
And then the speeches began. Holy moly. I think these lasted about 2 and a half hours. At one point we volunteers were asked to stand up and wave to the crowd, and towards the end of the speeches some English translations were made, explaining that they had been expressing the challenges and opportunities faced by the school, and urging the parents to pay their childrens school fees. There was a collection also where all the adults approached the top table to drop some cash in a box and shake the hands of the school board. Thankfully Dave had a few notes in the pocket so the volunteers were well represented!
There was also a series of presentations to some of the children for various accolades - top of the class, best in Maths, etc. 
At long last it was time for lunch. And what a feast. Pilau with goat, cabbage & carrot, rice, chilli sauce, roast potatoes (yes, that's right mum!) and pots of goats and pigs ribs.
After lunch students and parents began to disperse and after a wander around to walk off the lunch we went back to sit on the roof over the kitchen at our house. Most evenings at Engikaret are spent here with a warm Kilimanjaro or Safari beer, watching the rapidly changing Tanzanian skies over Mount Meru and Mount Kilimanjaro. We joined Father Chundu and some of the parents, as well as our new Maasai friend Robert and our fundi (builders)friends, Meshak and Leenus. Beers were bought and soon afterwards some more ribs were taken from the fireside and Dave & Leenus began to carve them up. First some goat, then some pig. Delicious. But as Robert said "you people do not know how to eat ribs". I looked at the rib remnants in front of us and in front of him. His were white and not a scrap of meat or anything but bone could be seen. I thought we had done a good job, but no. There was still plenty to be munched, so Robert proceeded to teach us the secrets of getting the most from them. I'm a changed woman (Giulia, you'd love it).
Around about 7pm, there was a disco in the hall for the children. Mainly for pre-form 1 and Form 1 as Form 2 were getting organised for leaving the following day. The younger kids will stay a few more weeks. Well, what a sight. And what moves! Instantly some of the girls welcomed me in and started dancing with me. Meanwhile Dave was busting some Raymo style geeky dance moves on the dance floor. It was only a matter of time before he broke out the duck walk. Ben, you would have been proud. 
That's how for now.

 

Parents Day

Saturday was the last day of term for Form 2 pupils. There was a big graduation assembley and all the parents were invited. After having "tested" the speakers and mixing desk the night before with Edward, Le le, Pancras, the fundi and the fathers (read: set them up in a new area, played a load of classic afro beats, drank beers and danced for a few hours), we got up and made ourselves useful. 

 

 

 

In the yard, some animals were roaming, but before we could say "ah isn't that cute", we heard the squeals of a pig being slaughtered and a goat being skinnned. By the kids. It was a pretty hard core start to the day. Here are a few photos...

 

 

BEFORE...

 

AFTER...

 

We were astounded by the proficiency of the kids at butchering and preparing the animals - these are 10-15 year old kids using knives and machettes to hack limbs off and carefully utilise every part of the animal. The children are largely a mixture of Maasai and Chagga tribes. The Maasai will drink the fresh blood and eat the intestines (once washed out), whilst the Chagga will happily chow down on a pot simmering away with livers, fat, trotters, intestines and other undefined parts.

 

 

 

Meanwhile Grace and Mary cooked the rice (with a little help from Sara) and vegetables in a number of huge pots over the way. 

 

 

 

Once the raw meat had been portioned, it was skewered on branches which were stuck into the ground around charcoal fires. This is a traditional Maasai method of cooking - the meat musn't touch the flames. The pig was cooked at one fire, the goat at another...

 

 

 

After the excitement of the feast preparation we headed over to the mess hall which would now be used as the place of assembly for the event. The girls were busying themselves with decorations - hanging Massai fabric on walls, blowing up balloons, using toilet roll as streamers, invention was everywhere.

 

 

 

We carried the sound system over and Dave continued to help with the sound system wiring and mixing in the hall as I stood at the back and tried to judge the sound balance. And take some photos of course.

 

 

 

Once this was all complete we took our seats.Then we waited. And waited. At 11am African time (about 11.45am) the children assembled in the hall, and shortly afterwards the parents arrived accompanied by the teachers and Father Renatus.

 

 

 

A few words of welcome were said and the festivities began. This ranged from some welcome songs in English, some dancing, and two comedy sketches in Swahili which were so well acted and with such energy, that even we understood.  

 

 

 

And then the speeches began. Holy moly. I think these lasted about 2 and a half hours. At one point we volunteers were asked to stand up and wave to the crowd, and towards the end of the speeches some English translations were made, explaining that they had been expressing the challenges and opportunities faced by the school, and urging the parents to pay their childrens school fees. There was a collection also where all the adults approached the top table to drop some cash in a box and shake the hands of the school board. Thankfully Dave had a few notes in the pocket so the volunteers were well represented!There was also a series of presentations to some of the children for various accolades - top of the class, best in Maths, etc. 

At long last it was time for lunch. And what a feast. Pilau with goat, cabbage & carrot, rice, chilli sauce, roast potatoes (yes, that's right mum!) and pots of goats and pigs ribs.

After lunch students and parents began to disperse and after a wander around to walk off the lunch we went back to sit on the roof over the kitchen at our house. Most evenings at Engikaret are spent here with a warm Kilimanjaro or Safari beer, watching the rapidly changing Tanzanian skies over Mount Meru and Mount Kilimanjaro. We joined Father Chundu and some of the parents, as well as our new Maasai friend Robert and our fundi (builders)friends, Meshak and Leenus. Beers were bought and soon afterwards some more ribs were taken from the fireside and Dave & Leenus began to carve them up.

 

 

 

First some goat, then some pig. Delicious. But as Robert said "you people do not know how to eat ribs". I looked at the rib remnants in front of us and in front of him. His were white and not a scrap of meat or anything but bone could be seen. I thought we had done a good job, but no. There was still plenty to be munched, so Robert proceeded to teach us the secrets of getting the most from them. I'm a changed woman (Giulia, you'd love it).

 

 

Around about 7pm, there was a disco in the hall for the children. Mainly for pre-form 1 and Form 1 as Form 2 were getting organised for leaving the following day. The younger kids will stay a few more weeks. Well, what a sight. And what moves! Instantly some of the girls welcomed me in and started dancing with me. Meanwhile Dave was busting some Raymo style geeky dance moves on the dance floor. It was only a matter of time before he broke out the duck walk. Ben, you would have been proud. 

 

 

That's how for now. 

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Plan komende dagen   (published in Tanzania)

November 19, 2012 by   Comments(7)

Over 11 dagen verlaat ik dit fantastische land alweer. Ik heb dan gedaan en gezien wat ik wilde en dan is het ook goed om weer te gaan.

Morgen laatste dagje werken. Daarna ben ik 2 dagen vrij om mn kleren te wassen, naar de markt te gaan en tijd met mn gstgezin te hebben en ik wil nog een keer naar ' via via'  een clun hier in de buurt waar alle ' msungus' (witte mensen) naar toe gaan. Vrijdag hebben we een medical outreach dan gaan we met een arts mee dorpjes bezoeken en diagnoses stellen bij zieke mensen ofzo. Zaterdag waarschijnlijk naar zanzibar, een weekje tot rust komen, genieten en dan naar huis.

 

Ik was vergeten te vertellen dat we deze week ook een stam hebben bezocht. Zoek maar is op google, masaai stam. Deze mensen gingen voor ons zingen en dansen en we kregen een rondleiding in hun ' dorpje'  waar 1 baas woont met zn 20 vrouwen. De huisjes zijn gemaakt van koeiestrond en bamboe stokken en ik ben er in geweest, het stonk niet eens echt...wel veel vliegen. Die kropen in de neusjes en oortjes van dde kinderen, heel sneu om te zien. moet nu gaan heb een druk leven hiero..daag

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