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Just a week to go: flying home for Christmas

December 14, 2015 by   Comments(0)

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I haven’t updated my blog here in Tanzania as much as I was planning to or wanted to, unfortunately. The thing is, my stay here just hasn’t been as eventful as my stay in the Philippines. Okay, that’s actually a lie, because I’ve been doing things such as going to the beach on working days (after work, of course) much more often than in the Philippines, and the work has included much more variety and a lot of very interesting work. To say the least, I have learned a lot at the hospital.


What I mean when I say it is less eventful here than the Philippines is, as I explained in my last post, that the things done here are much more similar – beaches and markets are the main thing, and also going out drinking/partying during the weekends. In the Philippines we used to travel somewhere every weekend, to see something. The thing is that transport AND different tourist attractions, etc. were really cheap in the Philippines, and there were to many different things to do with just a few hours of traveling! Here in Tanzania though, things are more expensive and there aren’t as many varied attractions spread out in the same way. That doesn’t mean that my stay hasn’t been as good, though. The stay has been absolutely amazing – the beaches and the markets are lovely, the locals are amazing, and so are the other volunteers. There are a lot more volunteers here, and for a while that frustrated me. However, that also means that you often get more different options when looking for something to do with your time off, either in the afternoon and evenings or during the weekends. As I generally find that it gets boring pretty quickly to lie on a beach all day, and there are only a few similar markets nearby, I have often opted to stay home, however. I have been going to the gym a few times per week, either at one of the beaches (when I say beach I mean that we go to a hotel and pay to get in and stay at the beach and pool – those hotels also have a gym you can pay to use), or at the nearby gym called Azura Health & Fitness. This weekend, for instance, I’ve decided to just stay home and relax. I went to the gym on Friday and again today, Sunday, however. I figured I just wanted to relax around the house this weekend, as my roommate is out on safari with a group of volunteers (they’ve rented a safari car and are driving themselves, crazy motherf***ers – traffic here is insane, and they drive on the left side of the road – which they don’t in the Netherlands where my roommate is from!). Anyway, this is my last weekend here in Dar Es Salaam, as I am going home next Sunday but will be in Zanzibar from Wednesday and until Sunday.

 

It would be a shame to say that nothing has been happening since my last blog post – actually, quite a lot has happened! First of all, my Danish roommate, Mathilde, moved out of the house and to a different host family. She then ended up moving once more to a third one – long story, but one thing was that she needed some girls around her, as all she could look forward to here was two guys – leading me to the fact that two days after Mathilde moved out, Olivier moved in. Olivier is a Dutch volunteer, and a pretty cool guy in fact. I’m very happy to have him as roommate here, and we are finishing our projects almost at the same time, so in a way it all fits perfectly.

I wasn’t at the house when he moved in though, as I was on a 4-day safari at the time up in Arusha, going to places like Tarangire National Park, Serengeti National Park and Ngorongoro and Ngorongoro Crater. We saw a lot(!) of animals, and I loved the way they didn’t even seem to notice the cars. I know that is in fact not natural, but the thing is that they just carried on with their natural behavior as if we weren’t even there, letting us see how they would normally act. Of course the car still scared animals like zebras, but lions, leopards, elephants, etc. generally didn’t care about us. That meant we got to see some of them up close, as if in just a few meters from the car! We also had the accomplishment and luck to see the ‘Big Five’ meaning the buffalo, the elephant, the leopard, the lion, and the rhino. Those are not, as you might expect, the biggest animals. They are, however, the hardest and most dangerous ones to take down. The Ngorongoro Crater is the most likely place to see the rhinos, but there are a maximum of 15 rhinos in the crater, as they are pretty close to dying out. Anyway, we were really lucky to see a total of 5 of them! All of them were from a distance (they practically never go close to the road), but still close enough that with a good camera you could get pictures where you can actually make out that they are rhinos.

 

 


Other than that, my free time has been pretty relaxed. It’s included a bit of going to beaches, to the gym, or simply just relaxing and reading a good book (currently reading ‘A song of ice and fire’ series aka. Game of Thrones). I went to Bongoyo Island one weekend, which is a small island called ‘mini Zanzibar’. You go there on a daytrip – it’s very touristy, as you pay for transport there and back, for entrance to the island, for tanning beds, and even for the parasol for shade. And, obviously, you pay for food. The beach is really nice, though – lovely white sand and blue, clear water. There is even the opportunity to do a bit of snorkeling around the island. The food there is amazing too! There’s freshly caught seafood – crab, lobster, fish, prawns, you name it. I had a crab, and you really get a big one with a lot of meat on it (yes, you get the whole crab). And then you basically just spend your day lazing in the sun with music or a book – or sleeping if you have a hangover (I’m looking at you Olivier!).

 

 

 

 


Work

Okay, back to the serious stuff – the work. The work has been crazy – mostly in a good way. It is pretty intense in a way, with so many new impressions that I have sometimes been very happy to only work 9am to 1pm, as it can be tough. There have been really boring days too, though. Days with practically nothing to do except wander around from one department to the other, sit with your phone (or talk to people around you if there are any), or go home early.

I have done three night shifts, as I wanted to try something different. All three times I have mainly been staying at the Minor Theatre, and also observing in the injection room as Alex, the nurse who was on duty took care of both during the night. The first night shift I did was really boring in truth. There was practically nothing to do; only a handful of patients came in and with nothing serious. That’s why I decided to go again the day after; I figured that if one day was so quiet, the next would be busy. And guess what – I was right. There were almost constantly new patients with cut wounds after being robbed (or attacked after trying to steal/rob, you never truly know if they were originally the victims). A day or two before I had learned how to stitch a patient – yes, they actually taught me, a volunteer with no medical experience, how to give local anesthesia and then stitch up an actual patient! It was a small cut on the shin of a guy who had cuts all over his body. It only needed a few stitches, and while it wasn’t easy (skin is tougher than you’d expect!), it wasn’t all that difficult either. They generally don’t do cosmetic stitches here, so the stitches I did were very simple ones – stick the needle through on both sides of the wound, then tie thoroughly. And, since they don’t keep the sutures sterile themselves when stitching, I didn’t have to either (I don’t know how, so I couldn’t, even if I wanted to). I look forward to learning that when I am back in Denmark, though. Anyway, during the night shift, Alex is at the injection room and I am left with a young guy (a medical student I think), who suddenly looks at me and asks if I know how to stitch and can take a patient by myself to stitch up (at this point we had maybe six people sitting outside the door waiting to get treatment, and he was the only one working). I say that yes, I’ve tried stitching once, but it would probably depend on the location of the wound. He says it’s on the back of the hand, and a pretty small cut. No problem I think, and the patient comes in. The thing is, that the wound he was talking about was simple enough, but the patient also has a wound between two fingers that needs stitching – and the middle finger is broken as well, so stitching the wound causes a lot of pain as I have to spread his fingers. I of course give him a lot of anesthesia and do my best. I somehow manage to get the wound between the fingers stitched up with to stitches, and then ask the young guy if it looks okay. Luckily, he says I did fine.

After that, I end up getting my own patients for the rest of the night, mainly for stitching. The most difficult one was a flap of skin/meat where most of the eyebrow was just hanging loosely. The guy had been brought in by the police who said he had been in an accident – he seemed very disoriented, and kept trying to turn over to lie on his side instead of his back, making the work even more difficult. The wound might have taken seven stitches or more, I do not remember. There were also more knife/stab wounds, one on the top of the head for instance – it was pretty long, but also a very clean cut and not too deep, so it only needed three stitches. There were also two open factures to the shin: flashback – myself when I was just 11 years old. However, the treatment I got was much, much better of course. In Mwananyamala Hospital they don’t even have the resources to deal with open fractures, so what they do is simply to fixate the leg using… wait for it… pieces of cardboard boxes wrapped with a bandage! Then they transfer the patient to a bigger hospital that can do orthopedic surgeries.

 

During my time at the hospital I’ve only had two encounters with actual death. I’ve seen patients on the verge of dying; thinking they might not last the night, or the next two hours, but only twice have I seen actual death up close. The first time was a Friday coming into work as one of the only volunteers – the others were doing a medical outreach, but I had decided to skip out on that to get a chance to do some extra work at the hospital when no other volunteers were around (that was the day I stitched up my first patient). As I entered the door to the minor theatre, the corpse of a guy was already lying on a stretcher in the already small and cramped room. He was mostly covered with a sheet, but it was still easy to see that it was a corpse lying there. I asked if it was okay to take a look, and it was. The man was already turning quite cold, but rigor mortis (stiffness of the limbs after death) hadn’t set in yet, so he hadn’t been there more than an hour or two. He had died in a motorcycle accident from a deep cut to the head, and had already been dead when he was brought in to the hospital.


The second time was last Thursday. A guy came in after an accident, also with a serious head wound – supposedly he had fallen off a roof. He was still breathing though, and had a pulse so strong that you could actually see the artery in his neck pulsating. It seemed that all the blood was collecting at the head, though, so I thought already as he came in that he might not make it. He was completely unconscious, his pupils not responding to light at all. I imagine there was swelling of the brain and probably brain damage. The staff at the hospital rushed to place an IV to give him some fluids (that is all they can do – they don’t have blood around for transfusions either), but mere seconds after the IV was placed, the artery I was looking at stopped pulsating and the patient stopped breathing. He was dead. The staff took it quite relaxed – they had clearly expected it, and did not attempt to resuscitate him (I admit that it did seem hopeless, but in Denmark you wouldn’t just give up like that. However, they didn’t have the means to help him here, so it was really up to his own body if it was going to keep him alive or not). It was disturbing to see in a way, mostly because it is the first person I see someone die. It was not too bad, because I never saw any other life signs from him than his pulse – he hadn’t moved, spoken, or shown any other signs of being alive. However, it did make me think through the fact that it could be anyone in that position – me, or somebody I love – that suddenly is involved in an accident, have a heart attack, a stroke, or something else entirely – and dies. We all think we’re going to have tomorrow, that we’re going to live another day, another month, another year – and fail to realize that some of us don’t. Some of us leave before we should, some die for one reason or the other. Of course you shouldn’t live your life in fear of dying. But I think I would like to get better at realizing that you never know when it is your time to go, or one of your loved ones. I would like to get better at living in the moment, not thinking of the past or the future too much, but enjoying what I have right now. Now don’t expect me to be a completely changed person and all poetic – I’m not talking drastic changes, I’m just talking about enjoying my life more. The experience is already fading from my memory in truth, but it did make me reflect a bit about life and death, and I think that is a healthy thing.

 

Okay, let’s turn this depressing subject around and talk about something else than death; and what could be better than it’s counterpart: life! I’ve also spent to days at the labor ward and witnessed a total of four births. Three of the babies were pulled from the mother using suction – they only give the women 15 minutes to push here, no matter if it is a mother’s first time or fifth time to give birth. The fourth and last baby was born completely naturally though, no suction, only pushing and the baby coming out by itself. While I did find it to be fascinating in a way, I do not intend to go that way when studying medicine. The screaming women and children were a little more than I’d be able to handle day in and day out. That being said, I am very happy I got to go there and experience new life being brought into this world – but let me tell you; while the concept of giving birth and bringing new life into the world seems a beautiful thing, the process is far from beautiful! There is loads of blood, loads of pain and loads of stools – when giving birth, a woman needs to push about the same way as when pushing out a turd on the toilet. In Denmark they often make sure the colon is empty so that won’t happen, but here the woman will often be pushing out stools as the baby comes out. Supposedly, that is actually the best thing to do; to not have the colon emptied beforehand. Anyway, as I said, the process is not beautiful – but seeing a newborn baby and hearing the first scream, the first sign of a living, healthy baby, is something special I’ll admit – and makes it worth bearing with the rest to witness it at least once.

 


 

Other than that, I’ve learned to place an IV as well. Took me a few tries the first time, but the second time I managed on first try. I also learned how to place a urine catheter; although the way they do it here, it’s a miracle that everyone doesn’t have urinary tract infections. They just take the whole thing out, grab it by the hand (with gloves, but not sterile ones), put gel on it and stick it in. Even if they have problems and have to take it out, they keep using the same one. It’s pretty crazy, and nowhere near a sterile procedure. Anyway, I’ve learned how to place it – the sterility will have to wait for when I start studying. The patients are generally quite thankful that we help, but the people here don’t look at locals the same way they did in the Philippines. In the Philippines we’d get a lot of appreciation and sometimes they’d even give us gifts such as fruits when we were working as a thank you. Here some of the doctors and nurses really dislike us. Maybe it’s because we come trying to take their job. Maybe it’s because the medical students who know about things such as sterility try to correct them and come off as ‘thinking they know better’, or maybe they just don’t want us wandering around the hospital. That being said there are also a lot of nice doctors and nurses that are more than willing to teach you new things – you just have to look for them and be polite and friendly, then you’ll make friends in the hospital in no time.

 

Cyst removal :)

 

 

Minor threatre


 

It is now Monday, as I didn’t finish the blog last night. I was actually supposed to go to the hospital today, but there was no power in the house during the night meaning no fan and too hot to sleep, so I’ve decided to stay home and start packing and sorting my things – for Zanzibar, for going home, and for donating. I also need to wash all my clothes. Tomorrow is going to be my last day at the hospital, so I’ll have to go there and say goodbye.

My last few days in Tanzania will, as mentioned, be spent in Zanzibar where I’m going to get my Advanced Open Water diving license! I’m going there with two girls and maybe a guy, all other volunteers, but I’ll probably be the only one diving. I don’t mind though, as it should be a lot of fun anyway, and I will still have some time off to spend with the others.

 

Regardless, this has been an experience I’ll never forget. I’ve had an amazing time both in the Philippines and in Tanzania, and I wish I could’ve stayed longer both places. However, I also want to go home to my family and friends during Christmas, and while I don’t miss the cold in Denmark, I do miss the people I love, and look very much forward to seeing them again. Will I be returning to the Philippines? Probably. Will I be returning to Tanzania? Probably. Will it be as a volunteer? I have no idea. There is so much left to see in both countries, and I definitely want to return and climb the Kilimanjaro one day! I’ll definitely also be dropping by my host family to say hello when I do return. I have visited to very different countries, although there are a few similarities (but not many at all! Of course they also have a few similarities even to Denmark), and I have fallen in love with both countries, each in its own way. The work can be frustrating at times, but very rewarding at other times. In the end, I think it’s all worth it, and an experience I am very happy with and wouldn’t want to be without it. While I wouldn’t consider myself a changed person from the experience, it does give some new perspective to life – how some people live every day with close to nothing while we in western countries have everything we could ever need and more.

 

I can’t say I’m looking forward to the cold weather in Denmark at this time of year, but seeing my friends and family will definitely make it worth it – and truth be told, the heat here can actually be quite overpowering, since the humidity is high as well. This means that just by walking around during the day you’re going to be drenched and dripping with sweat. But first comes Zanzibar, I’ll worry about the cold when I’m seated on the plane at midnight between Sunday and Monday!

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Lake Eyasi and Ngorongoro Crater   (published in Tanzania)

March 2, 2015 by   Comments(1)

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I can't believe that half my time in Tanzania has passed. I'm having such a good time here, and I don't like how fast the time goes. Alot has happened since last time I blogged, but unfortunately I still dont have any photots to show.

A few days after I posted the last blogpost I ended up going to the hospital nearby. I hadn't had any appetite for the past week and ended up having stomach problems the week after with no medicine working (I brought a whole pharmacy in my backpack) so Father Albano drove me to the hospital so I could do some tests and check what was wrong with me. I did different tests but luckily nothing turned turned out positive so the doctor concluded with me just being dehydrated so I got some dehydration salts to put in my water (which tasted discusting!). I had to use the bathroom up at the hospital (where they only have squat toilets) but typical me I managed to lock myself into the bathroom with no way of getting out. The hopsital consists of many small buildings, so I was standing in the bathroom calling for the doctor, and I eventually got out after 20 minutes of trying to get the door open from the outside. Luckily the dehydration salts worked so now I'm all good again.

Despite not feeling well I've been to work most days and we're starting to see progress with the house we're building in Esere. It definitely takes time when we're only three people with one set of equipment, but this week we installed the door and next week we'll start the plastering (both inside and outside), even though that will take time. One of the teachers daughters, who is 2 years old have been walking around the first few weeks we've been there, but this week she had the courage to walk over to us. Her name is Faradja and she just grabbed my hand and stood there for maybe an hour before walking back home again. When we asked her in swahili what my name was she said mama, and when we asked her what Jeppe's name was she responded musongo (which I've mentioned earlier is what all white people are called) which was funny. When it was time for us to go back to Endulen, she started crying so I had to calm her down before handing her over to her dad. Adorable!

The teaching at the school is also going well although it feels like the teacher who is my supervisor don't really like having me in the classroom. The teaching here is very different from how they do it in Norway, and the english classes I've had with my supervisor has mostly been explaing the excercise the students will do and then just leave the classroom waiting for them to hand in the excercise they did and then correct it. It's also between 50-60 students in one class and maybe 5-6 students having to share one excercise book. Another part of being at the school that is uncomfortable is having to watch the kids being whipped. This is apparently really common hear, but I really don't see why it is neccessary. Behind the door at the teachers office (where I spend most of my time) there's a huge stack of sticks the teachers use for whipping the kids. One of the teachers asked me if I wanted to help whipping the kids, because when I was sitting in the office all of a sudden 50-60 students gathered outside to be whipped. Ofcourse I said no! I really don't understand what these kids have done to deserve being whipped daily, it's like it's a routine thing happening every day. Like the other day after teaching english to a class my supervisor noticed that the classrrom next to the one we were in there were no teachers, so because some of the students there were making noise she decided to go in a give all of them a whipping on their hands, which took a while since it was about 60 students in there.

I've also been helping out a bit at the deaf school, and even though I don't really know any sign language I manage to communicate a bit. The kids are adorable and I feel that they (including the teacher) really appreciate us being there compared to the other teachers.

Last friday me and Jeppe needed a sugar kick since we haven't had any candy for 3 and 4 weeks. We ended up going nuts at one of the small shops in the village and bought 18 packs of chocolate cookies. The cookies wasn't that good but we definitely needed the sugar! So Friday night was spent playing cards, drinking beer and stuffing ourselves with chocolate cookies!

Sometime last week at around 11 at night I was hearing a man running around screaming close to the house I live in. I didn't think much of it, but he kept on screaming for a while and I could hear it from different directions. All of a sudden he screams out TEMBO (which is elephant in swahili) and I was a bit concerned if a guy was being killed right by my house at night. I don't know exactly what happened, but when I asked Robert (working for Projects Abroad) about it he said that killings by animals happens 2-3 times a week in Ngorongoro Conservation area and that it is common, but that you don't really hear about it unless it is tourists it happens to. Scary! I would definitely not want to meet an elephant all by myself.

The last week we've been many people here at the mission, which has been nice. Last Saturday a catholic priest from Senegal came to stay here for a week, and Father Albano's sister have been here the last few days. Last Tuesday a new volunteer came, Tim, a man from Wales and Robert stayed and left yesterday. On Thursday Father Albano had arranged for us all to go to the Ngorongoro Crater (except him, but we got a driver so we could use his car), and since we were 7 people it definitely got cheaper to go there. It was beautiful to see the crater and we got to see zebras, elephants, lots of birds (including ostriches), lions (although from a distance since most of them were sleeping), wild beasts, buffaloes, hyenas, worthogs and many hippos. I was really hoping to see rhinos, but there's only two in the crater so it was hard to spot them. I hadn't seen any hippos before though so that was cool to see, and we even saw one with a baby. There's one spot in the crater where we can get out of the car which is by a small water with lots of hippos. On the way back to Endulen we went to the Olduvai Gorge which is a very known archeological site here in Tanzania. I remember learning about it in anthropology class in college, since this is the place where more than 60 fossils of early hominids (humanlike) have been found and not too far away from where the museum were located is where footprints of the first standing hominid (3.6 million year old) were found. I only got to see the copy of the footprints at the museum, but I know that the real footprints are covered anyway. We also went to a place close by with shifting sand, which is a 9meter high, 100 m long dune of volcanic ash that moves about 10-20 meter each year because of the wind. Kind of fascinating to see!

On Saturday we went to Lake Eyasi which is a lake not too far from Endulen. Lake Eyasi is also the place where the Hatzabe tribe live (also known as Bushmen) and I was really excited to see them because I've heard about them. This is also the tribe that has a clicking sound in their language. We were 10 people going and since three of us were musongos we had to have a ranger with us (carrying a gun, incase we met any animals). We drove for about 45 minutes before we parked the car and began walking down a very steep hill. On the way to the lake we stopped by some huts where some families from another tribe lived (not sure of the name, but very different from the Masai tribe). We had brought tea, maize flour and sugar to give as presents to them in order to see how they lived. We eventually came to a village called Olpiro, but no bushmen were to be seen, so we ended up walking out to the lake. The lake looked really close but even though we kept on walking for a long time we never reached the water and instead walked towards where the bushmen live. It was so hot to walk because of the sun, and it felt like my knees were gonna fall apart under me. We eventually got to where some bushmen live, and we got to see how they made fire and they made us dance with them. Kinda awkward, but fun to see. I got to buy some jewelry though so that was nice. We were all exhausted so instead of walking all the way back to the village we arranged some motorbikes to come pick us up. That was an interesting ride, first me and Jeppe being squeezed back on a small motorbike with the driver, but then changing over to a different motorbike with Tim and another guy because the first one puncuated a tire. Defitnitely an experience though, driving through bushes on a bike in the middle of nowhere in Tanzania!

As mentioned in an earlier blogpost there were some arrangement confusion with the lanugage course I signed up for, so instead of doing 8 weeks in Endulen (which originally was the plan), I've now decided that I will do my 2 last weeks in Tanzania in Arusha so I can do the language course, but I'm also gonna be working at a orphanage which I'm excited about. It's definitely gonna be very different from what I'm doing here, but since I have the chance to try it I defintiely want to see how that is like and get as many different experiences as possible.

Now it's time for dinner, so I'll cut it there!

Habari za jioni! (good evening!)

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African Savannah Conservation ~ Kigio Wildlife Conservancy ~ 12 weeks   (published in Kenya)

September 10, 2014 by   Comments(0)

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Whether it is a two day or twelve week volunteer effort you will leave Kigio with an extended global family and fabulous memories.  Awaking to the sounds of Rift Valley birds you eat breakfast with various wildlife grazing close or watching the animal antics at the nearby waterpoint.  Morning activity assignments are approximately 8 AM to Noon.  Lunch and rest period end around 2PM when the afternoon activity begins proceeding until about 5PM.  

Assignments are rotated amongst the volunteers ensuring participation in all activities collecting research data or maintaining Kigio.

 

 

 It is understandable that giraffe survey is a favorite as the Rothschild's giraffe is a focus of the Conservancy and they are impressive creatures.  A few of the activiites that will provide photo ops of zebra, pumba, dik dik, buffalo, hippo and others are camera trap data collection, invasive plant removal and fence maintenance.  Early walking, photographing and identifying birds provides a challenge.  There a many gorgeous birds living in the Rift Valley. Working in the tree nursery is a wonderful way to help assist community farmers.  Plant beds are created, tree seeds planted and nurtured until mature enough to be transplanted in community farmsteads.  Acacia trees, a staple of giraffe, are also seeded for planting within the conservancy.

Skills and a wealth of knowledge are gladly shared by Projects Abroad staff and the very capable Rangers of Kigio.  Meals, freshly and expertly cooked, are delicious and plentiful. Volunteers have plenty of time for relaxation on the patio or in the sun with a gorgeous view no matter the time of day.  Wednesday afternoon volleyball is an enjoyable way to commune with volunteers, staff and rangers.  Most volunteers plan outings on the weekend to nearby towns or National Parks such as Hell's Gate, Mount Longonot and Lake Nakuru.  Personal necessities or desired supplies are easily attained in the nearby towns as is Kenyan Shilling via ATM.  Electricity via generator a few hours a night will keep your electronics charged.  Evening showers are hot and refreshing.  Laundry by hand, easily managed in provided buckets, dries quickly in the Savannah climate. 

Most important - arrive with a desire to assist, a quest for knowledge, an open mind, enjoy the beauty and heart of Kenyan culture and people and your Kigio family will remain in your heart.


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The Beauty of Africa by Hand   (published in Tanzania)

December 11, 2013 by   Comments(0)

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Sem Brys (24) of Belgium spent 1 month volunteering with the Building Project in Tanzania in October. During his time in Tanzania, he had the opporutnity to go on safari but while all the other volunteers were busy snapping photos with their digital cameras and i-phones, Sem used the opportunity to capture the beauty of Africa by hand with the amazing pencil drawings you see below.

To see more of Sem's artwork visit his personal blog at http://sembrys.blogspot.be/

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Lake Nakuru National Park

May 20, 2013 by   Comments(0)

Hallo zusammen,

 

sorry fuer das lange Warten... Seit Freitagnachmittag gab es im Internetcafe kein Internet. War extra gesten noch in die Stadt gefahren, denn ich wollte ein paar Fotos hochladen. Denn: Ich war am Samstag mit einer kleinen Gruppe im hiesigen "Lake Nakuru National Park". Um es passend auszudruecken: It was amazing !

 

Wir haben einen Kleinbus gemietet, in dem wir stehen konnten und oben rausgucken konnten (geschuetzt vor der Sonne). Es war super. Zumal wir nur 4 Erwachsene + 2 Kinder + Fahrer waren, und damit viel Bewegungsfreiheit hatten und somit tolle Bilder gemacht werden konnten.

 

 

Was haben wir alles gesehen? Ueberleg... Abgesehen von den vielen verschiedenen Vogelarten...

Paviane und andere Affen, Zebras, Gazellen, Impalas, Bueffel, Emus, Giraffen, Breitmaulnashoerner (White-Rhinos) und Black-Rhinos, Water-?? (keine Ahnung, hab den Fahrer nicht verstanden), ein paar Flamingos und (Namen vergessen), Truthaehne (wenn es denn welche waren) und zu guter letzt, ganz duch Zufall, einen Loewen, der (da wir anhielten) direkt vor uns die Strasse ueberquerte!!! Letzteres hat den Tag perfekt gemacht, wir waren die ersten, die ihn an dem Tag gesehen haben. Waren das alle Tiere?? Ich habe sicher welche vergessen

Fuer Elefanten ist der Park uebrigens zu klein.

 

Zu Mittag waren wir dann in einer Lodge im Park eingekehrt. Recht teuer, aber gut.

 

Aber, was auf jeden Fall noch kommen wird, ist der Masai Mara Trip, mindestens 3-taegige Reise! Denn dort sieht man sehr viel mehr Triere...

 

Die Bilder bekomme ich wahrscheinlich wieder nicht in den Text eingebaut... Daher erst einmal speichern.

 Okay, das geht doch... Dann auch die naechsten...

 

 Paviane im Baum

 

Gazellen

 

 Bueffel

 

Gruppe von Zebras (das eine waelzt sich gerade)

 

Zebra, Bueffel, Flamingos etc.

 

Ich am Aussichtspunkt hoch ueber dem Parkgelaende

 

wuetender Bueffel, der uns die Strasse ein paar Minuten lang blockierte

 

Breitmaulnashoerner (White-Rhinos), Mutter mit Kind

 

Water-? (wer kennt den Namen?)

 

Impalas (Ein Maennchen hat eine ganze Herde von Weibchen, leider nicht mit auf dem Bild, hat Hoerner. Fuer mich nicht von Gazellen zu unterscheiden)

 

Gruppenfoto am Wasserfall (mit Fahrer und dessen Tochter)

 

einige Bueffel

 

eines von drei Emus, die wir gesehen haben

 

Giraffe

 

Nahaufnahme, beim Futtern

 

nochmal ein paar White-Rhinos

 

Zebra und grosse Herde von Bueffel, im Hintergrund der See

 

Affenfamilie (mit Jungen)

 

Lion King

 

Er ueberquerte direkt vor uns die Strasse.

 

 

Ach ja, nicht zu vergessen, die Triere waren meist nur wenige Meter entfernt! Aussteigen durfte man nur an bestimmten Stellen, da es ganz einfach viel zu gefaehrlich ist... Man denke nur an einen Bueffel oder an eine Affenhorde...

 

 

Ich hoffe, die Bilder gefallen euch. Ich habe obige (bis auf zwei) alle vorhin ausdrucken lassen.

 

 

Gibt es sonst noch was zu berichten? Hm, gestern war ich nochmal mit in die Kirche, diesmal nur eine kleine Messe, und groesstenteils auf englisch (was aber nicht heisst, dass ich alles verstanden habe)...

Morgen reist Mille, meine Mitbewohnerin ab. Sie war nun 3 Monate da, habe sie aber kaum gesehen. Und Hellens Sohn Erik wird ab dem 4. Juni in Australien sein. Dann ist das Haus fast leer

Noch was? Weiss wirklich nicht. Schule laeuft so... Jens-Cristian fragte neulich, ob es Spass macht... Kann ich gar nicht so genau beantworten... Manchmal ja, meistens ist es einfach nur anstrengend, da es so laut ist, und Teacher Ruth manchmal einfach fuer eine Stunde oder mehr weg ist... Ich gebe einfach mein Bestes.

@ Doro: Niemand, aber auch wirklich NIEMAND hier in Nakuru kennt "Old McDonald had a farm" !!! Mehr als zwei Tiere (Hund und Katze) ist vorerst nicht moeglich. Ich bin froh, wenn die Klasse Ende der Woche das Lied kann. Bisher klappt nur "EE-I-EE-I-O" perfekt.

Langsam erkunde ich nun auch andere Laeden und Plaetze von Nakuru. Muss ja mal sein. Aber ich versuche immer vor 17 Uhr wieder heim zu fahren, da ich sonst ein teures TukTuk nehmen muss. Ausserdem gefaellt es mir daheim.

Ach ja, am Freitag war ich mit zum Abendessen. Wir waren zu acht. Es war das Abschiedsessen von Mille. Aber direkt im Anschluss bin ich heim gefahren, auf eine lange Party-Nacht habe ich keine Lust (ausserdem ist es zu teuer).

Was Kiswahili angeht... Die letzten Tage war ich faul. Heute Abend wird nochmal gelernt!

 

 

Ganz liebe Gruesse nach Deutschland (und @ Mathieu, San Francisco),

 

Caroline

 

PS: Mal schauen, ob ich es diese Woche mal schaffe irgendwo Postkarten zu besorgen, damit ich auch mein Versprechen halten kann...

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May 14, 2013 by   Comments(0)

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Hallo zusammen,

 

eigentlich wollte ich gestern schon schreiben... Ich war im CyberCafe, aber nach 12 min war ploetzlich die Verbindung weg und kam auch nicht wieder. Daher schreibe ich jetzt mal.

 

Wochenende, 10./11. Mai:

Mein erstes Wochenende in Nakuru war... interessant...

Am Samstag war ich einige Stunden in Merica (dem Hotel mit dem Pool) und war das erste Mal schwimmen. Wasser kalt, aber nach 2 Bahnen (ca. 12m lang) war es dann angenehm. Die Sonne schien gut, zu gut... denn am Ruecken, wo ich nicht zum Eincremen dran kam, habe ich nun einen Sonnenbrand... Ist aber nur halb so schlimm. An dem Tag waren alle Liegen nur von Musungus (uns Weissen) belegt, alles Volunteers. War ganz nett.

Nebenher habe ich (wie so oft) Kiswahili gelernt. Wenn ich so weiter mache, dann sollte ich in 2-3 Wochen einem Gespraech halbwegs folgen koennen. Mein Vokabular ist schon ganz ansehnlich, nur die Struktur der Sprache ist mir noch ein Raetsel.

 

Am Sonntag wollte ich mit Helen, meiner Gastmutter, in die Kirche gehen. Sie ist Protestant, aber das war mir egal. Leider kam es ein wenig anders als geplant, wegen familiaeren Problemen. Daher setzte sie mich morgens bei einem Freund ab, mit dem ich dann zur Kirche ging (fuer um 9 Uhr). Es war... LAUT... SEHR LAUT... Die Kirche ist ein einfacher Raum, etwas zugig, mit Platz fuer bestimmt 100 Leute. Alle auf einfachen Gartenstuehlen. Es wird gesungen, gequatscht, getanzt. Und alles so laut wie in einer Disco. Vor Kurzem wurden die Lautsprecherboxen gestohlen. Und jetzt wurden die neuen eingeweiht. Voll aufgedreht, glaube ich. Leider habe ich dem Gottesdienst nicht folgen koennen (Swahili und ab und an - unverstaendliches - Englisch), aber es wird auf jeden Fall mehr ueber Opfergaben, also das Geld, geredet. Gefaellt mir persoenlich nicht so.

Zu Ende des Gottesdienstes (nach 13 Uhr) holte mich Helen dann ab und wir fuhren in die "Town" (nicht Stadt ! 300k Einwohner reichen dazu nicht). Wir tranken einen frisch zubereiteten Cocktail (Fruit Juice). Super lecker, und mit 1,30 Euro super billig. Anschliessend hatte sie zwei Gruppentreffen: Eines mit mehreren Damen aus ihrem Stamm (Kikuyu), ich hab kein Wort verstanden (eigene Sprache), aber was es alles zu Essen gab... Wahnsinn! Dort waren wir fuer knapp 3 Stunden und ich war pappsatt! Anschliessend fuhren wir wieder zu dem Restaurant von zuvor, denn dort hatte sie ein Treffen mit einer anderen Gruppe. Dem Gespraech haette ich teilweise folgen koennen (Englisch und Kiswahili), aber ich hab nicht aufgepasst. War ein anstrengender, teilweise langweiliger, aber dennoch sehr interessanter Tag, der auf jeden Fall nochmal wiederholt wird.

 

Montag/Dienstag, 13./14. Mai:

Der gestrige Montag war wieder mal sehr anstrengend, ich blieb auch bis 15:20 Uhr in der Schule. Heute dagegen bin ich direkt nach meinem Mittagessen gegangen (so sollte es jeden Tag sein). Mittlerweile fragen mich die beiden Lehrerinnen der Nursery (quasi Vorschule) regelmaessig ueber Deutschland aus. Die Unterschiede sind doch krass. Wenn ich nur an das offene Europa denke, Grenzueberschreitung ohne Probleme... Heute kam mich Carol von ProjectsAbroad besuchen um zu schauen, ob alles in Ordnung ist. Eigentlich wollten sie Fotos vom Unterricht machen (was ich nicht wirklich wollte), aber ich habe sie nachher nicht wieder gesehen...

 

 

So, jetzt aber noch ein paar Bilder. Ich habe noch kaum welche gemacht, sorry.

Hm, keine Ahnung wie man die hier einfuegt... Daher, schaut mal in der Kategorie Fotos nach

 

 

Ach ja, kommenden Samstag werde ich wohl mit (mindestens) zwei anderen Freiwilligen einen Ausflug in den "Nakuru National Park" machen. Muss das nachher oder morgen beim Social nochmal abklaeren.

Desweitern wurde ich von einer der Maedels gefragt, ob ich darauf das Wochenende mit zum Masai-Mara-Trip kaeme. Der wird jedes Wochenende angeboten, es muessen sich nur Leute finden, die mitwollen. Sie selber ist nur fuer drei Wochen in Nakuru, daher muss sie den Trip an dem Wochenende machen. Waere super gerne dabei... Aber... ich weiss nicht, es ist noch immer ein wenig frueh... Da der Trip mit 340 Euro doch recht teuer ist (Fr-So), werde ich ihn wohl kein weiteres Mal machen. Helen riet mir zu warten, denn ab Juli ist die groesse Wanderung der Tiere, was ein wirklich grosses Spektakel sein soll. Was soll ich also machen?

 

Ganz liebe Gruesse,

Caroline

 

 

 P.S.: Ich habe jetzt auch eine Moeglichkeit gefunden in Skype online zu gehen. Telefonieren ist weniger geeignet, da es im Internetcafe doch ab und an recht unruhig ist, aber zum Chatten kein Problem. Wenn ich online komme, dann von nun an auch immer in Skype. Ein paar Minuten hab ich immer frei :)

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