Tuesday, December 15, 2009
so far so good..
I am in Rutsiro District, in the Western Province of Rwanda. I will be teaching at Ecole Secondaire de BUMBA. The nearest town to me is Karongi. The school was founded in 1994. I am about 3 hours from Kigali. The area was affected by the genocide, became Zone Turquoise, and was later affected by the insurgency. Apparently, I am living on a mission compound. This is where I get lost...I at first thought the priest lived in the same complex, but he is 5 minutes away. I have 2 bedrooms, a sitting room and an INDOOR bathroom!! I have electricity and some sort of water...but, I am attached to a room used for knitting clubs and meetings or something...not really sure bout that part...
Also, school was supposed to start around my birthday, January 12 but since we are in Africa, that's not happening. Apparently, school isn't starting til FEBRUARY! so, I have a month off, and Jeff comes right when I start which might be a little messy. We shall see!
I passed my language test on Saturday morning which was wonderful because it marked the end of training! WOOOOHOOOO! I felt like I was in college again studying the night before and morning of. I was also up for 2 hours during the night because it sounded ilke the plague had come to the center of my room. For those who don't know my worst fear, it's the sound of mosquitoes. Not really the bites or possible malaria, just the buzzing. I can't handle it. Never have been able to. So I am trying to sleep before my test and seriously, there is the LOUDEST buzzing imaginable coming from every possible direction. I seriously thought there were bugs of some sort just having millions of babies on my floor and all over my net. It was that loud. I finally had to get up to pee, and in the bathroom the noise was louder. There were grasshoppers and a brown relative of sorts lining every window and door in our house. mayhem! Seriously, it was horrible. The next night it happened again, but i was better prepared and wasn't the only one who had a panic attack. Besides that, my weekend was fab! ha.
We go to Kigali in a few days and get to shop for our houses and swear in. We found out today we are getting a nice little lump of money to buy furniture and stuff to settle in. It seems like a lot, but I am sure it will go pretty fast. Yaya for money!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
drawing a blank
Today we had a goodbye party with our host families. Another awkward event to add to the books. We all got called up and how to do a weird hug in front of everyone and exchange gifts (we gave money, I got a basket) and then pose for a picture. OHHH! I almost forgot! Yesterday Zac and I were walking to town and this boy had a pair of high water swishy pants on that said TONKA going down the leg! They weren’t like Tonka truck pants so I have no idea what they represented. I didn’t care and pointed excitedly and was all giddy without a camera..AGAIN! UGH! Then Zac was like wow what an asshole that kid probably thinks you were making fun of him. So that was a bummer, but I was still excited. We had an all day teaching retreat yesterday at a nearby hotel. My Star magazine with “Lindsey Hits Rock Bottom” circulated most of the morning. Thank you for that Amie. Seriously I cant think of what else to write! We have had soooooo much language class that is consuming my days. We head to Kigali next Thursday, swear in on Saturday and shop for our houses and then return to Nyanza for Christmas, and I think move on the 27th. If I remember more, I’ll add it. Miss you all.
Monday, November 30, 2009
mbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
One afternoon we had a reception at the model school where we taught and it was pretty awkward, much like everything else we do. We heard we would be served Fantas, but we sat around for a half hour staring at each other in desks made for kids. We watched some girls dance, then heard a speech in Kinyarwanda, then watched more dancing, pounded a Fanta each, ate (or not) goat brochettes and potatoes, had more Fanta, more dancing, bowed our heads in prayer and then everyone boned out.
Friday was a Muslim holiday (I don’t know the name) and the volunteers from Mauritania wanted to celebrate so they collected money from whoever wanted a meal and Saturday went and bought 2 goats. They hung our in our backyard for almost 2 hours where I took pictures of them and tried to feed them grass. They were pretty anxious and one of them was hopping all around like a kangaroo because his front legs were tied up. I hated even seeing that. Then the time came for the slaughter, which I couldn’t not watch. I hated every second of it, but it’s all part of my experience here and even if I’m not eating meat, half the world is and animals are dying regardless. So I had to look at the situation objectively and I just realized this isn’t something I see everyday so I stuck it out. It was a horrible sight with horrible screaming sounds. After all that, I didn’t stick around to see anything more and went to my room with bread and peanut butter. Check facebook for pictures. I just spent 42 minutes trying to upload 2 pictures on here just for it to not work. lame.
Yesterday was a nice relaxing Sunday, as most Sundays are. My laundry was done but still hadn’t dried for 3 days because it kept getting rained on. Nothing smells like tide around here. I read a bunch and then I supervised while people did some Christmas decorating in our room! One of my roommates was sent a tree with mini ornaments so 2 people decorated that and then 3 people made snowflakes! There is even one with Jesus’ face. The snowflakes are hanging on our windows and from the ceiling. I am sure I will upload a picture eventually. To show my support, I made hot chocolate sent from Singapore and merrily hummed along to the Christmas music. It was really nice. Today I found a Christmas sweatshirt at the market which reminded me so much of my grandma I had to get it. Plus, if there is a Christmas party I will surely wear it. It is red with a brown teddy bear outlined in puffy paints and has some décor around is neck. Its great. 3 more weeks and then swear in, then Christmas, then site! Woooooo!
care package from john.
Monday, November 23, 2009
I hate mud.
Guess I should explain my trip out of town to Nyamsheke. I went with another trainee to visit 2 health volunteers at their site to see an example of how they live and work. The night before I left I slipped in my house and cut my arm on the wall. No big thang. We took the bus 4 hours, thru the rainforest again and then a 30 minute moto ride. We aren’t allowed to ride motos in the Peace Corps, but I guess there are exceptions to every rule. They can’t get to site without them. Mine ran out of gas of course so I waited in the rain. We rode in the rain then walked about 20 minutes in the muddiest mud I have ever encountered. I was wearing tennis shoes and it was still a nightmare. 2 girls live together in a really nice house with lots of running water and electricity. I guess the crappy weather conditions balance things out. The next day we walked to the health center where they work and met with some kids that are hiv positive. Sad. As soon as we got there, it started pouring and our trek home was thru the clay mud. My $2.50 Old Navy sandals couldn’t cut it, and I had to go barefoot. I had no choice. My sandals would not lift out of the mud. So I may or may not have worms and/or jiggers now. We’ll see. I was sliding all over the place and looked like the biggest tool of course but made it to the house safely. Once inside the gate I thought, watch me fall. Seconds later I slipped and fell SO hard on the bricks. Besides hurting my shoulder, I looked like I sharted in my pants. I am going to try and upload those pictures tonight.
So basically I sat around for 4 days and did a lot of reading. Watched Sex and the City, ate BOMB food. They shared care package goodies and knew how to cook! We had banana pancakes with jam and sugar, Kraft mac n cheese, sweet potato fries with bbq sauce, fajitas, soup with garlic bread, salad, pasta, and fruit salad. All made by them. It was wonderful not having the same meals we eat everyday here. Smuckers jam never tasted so good in my life. This week is Thanksgiving. People are in Kigali today shopping for food. I got an envelope from Jeff today with some books. I guess flat envelopes aren’t as good as boxes as there was a hole in his package. That’s it. Happy Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
30 more days in Nyanza...
I finally got a picture of Gus Gus today which was exciting. On Friday I am going some 6 hours away to stay with a health volunteer until Tuesday. Should be an interesting/fun/awkward trip. I swear in on December 17th and then I am officially a volunteer. I won’t know if I am keeping the same mailing address as I found out some of the health PCVs have the own P.O. boxes near their site. I will update my address on here of course. We are starting to plan our Thanksgiving. Should be an interesting feat with limited supplies. I recently heard bungee jumping in Uganda is like $60, but if you go naked it is free. Anybody know anything about this? Emily..? Peace.
Friday, November 13, 2009
TONKA
our new center
A girl in our group who has been playing basketball at a nearby court organized a game against some Rwandans so we went to a school with a nicer court and played. The Rwandans were late of course. Africa time is nothing to joke about because literally, you wait. And wait. And wait longer. About 10 of us played against each other and then against the Rwandans. Man were they quick! We looked pretty sloppy out there. It didn’t help that the ball had a tumor and the court was made of bricks, so I would dribble and it went somewhere else. It was still a lot of fun and very funny. One of them had an O’Neal jersey from the Heat, and someone else had a Stoudamire jersey from the Pistons. One guy had a marching band jacket that said CCHS. I like to think that means Culver City High School, but I can’t be certain. I went and looked at it up close and he informed me, “from America.” I thought to my self, “yea, no shit guy.” It was from 1994! BUT, an even better shirt I saw today was on a little boy and all it said was TONKA. Ahhh. Of course I didn’t have my camera, as I was just dropping a letter at the post but I definitely stared at him long enough that it was awkward. It made my day for sure.
Tomorrow I am headed to Butare with a couple other girls who are changing money. I am buying some booze and cigarettes for some people, and probably some Tang for myself. Did you know they have orange and mango flavors? Yea. One of our language teachers is having a birthday party tomorrow so everyone is planning on getting shitty. The boys are making fondue, French fries, onion rings, and someone mentioned a mini burrito of some sort…not sure about the last thing. But it should be interesting! Hopefully the homemade meal goes over better than the one on Halloween.
This is just random for the people out there who enjoy the sun and like to tan like me. Rwanda is hot and very sunny most days. We are right on the equator so its really strong. My nose has been peeling since the first or second week here and yes, I’ve been wearing sunscreen. During our breaks, I often sit on the cement in the sun trying to soak it up and at least have an feet. People, Rwandans AND the Americans I am with think I am crazy! 2 girls even told me they have NEVER laid out in their lives. It hurt my heart a little bit. Can you believe that? ( by the way, mup says “imagine” instead of can you believe that? And he says it ALL the time! “…imagine”) Never laid out. That is just craziness.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
rainy, here is your shout out.
I am in week 2 of model school which is definitely not my favorite thing. Being observed is so awkward and it is hard teaching another language. Not having a grammar book to go off has been a bit frustrating but even worse is half the kids not having notebooks or pens to write with. You wonder why they don’t understand when they don’t have notes. Jeff booked his flight here and I am sooooooooo excited! Having something to look forward to is definitely a huge help during the rough days. I get excited if I know I have a letter coming! I have sent like 10 letters and I have only heard of 1 arriving to Beach Mex. Go figure. Right now I am sitting at the internet café balcony watching some people arguing and OH! They started fighting...just a little though. There are 12 people crowded around trying to stop it. Yesterday, while sitting in the same seat, a man was yelling at someone because he thought he stole something. While yelling, he kept waving the 2 rocks in his hand. I secretly wanted him to throw them. I have to go to language class. Thrilling, I know. I dread it most days because I sound like a tool. Hope everyone is swell.
my walk to town.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
tonka! squirrel!!
This week we started model school which has been interesting. The Peace Corps sought out like 150 kids for the school and we ended up with 500. People so badly want their kids to practice English as much as possible that they walk pretty far just to come. They are on vacation til January, so at least these kids are the ones who seem to want to be here. Its hard going into classes with a lesson plan that is either way too easy or way too hard for the group of kids. We have no idea the level they are at so I kinda just walk in and hope for the best. It’s been okay so far. I have a burper in one class who makes me smile since I burp ALL the time. It’s funny how it’s not a distraction to the other kids. They don’t notice. Or the nose picking. But the kids try for the most part so that is good. Yesterday a boy told me, “I live in a large house that is small.” I just smile.
This weekend we are going to the National Park which has squirrels the size of monkeys! I wish so badly Tonka could come and share with them her hatred of squirrels. I am so pumped to see these! That’s just craziness. Went to Butare with another volunteer so he could a get a modem and I could just go. I splurged and bought Tang powder to add to the oh so delicious filtered water. I also bought Pringles for a ridiculous amount and didn’t like the flavor so that had to auction them off between 2 roommates.
Today is malaria pill day. Bring on the dreams. 2 nights ago I woke up with my sheet around my neck. Sweet. Some people are on site visits with current health volunteers for a few days. I got a text from one of them last night that is too good not to share: “A priest, a school director, and a volunteer walk into a bar. Long story short- a kitten died and I’m drunk on a cement floor.” I’ll leave that with y’all to ponder because I don’t know what it means.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
happy Halloweeeen!
Pricked our fingers the other day and learned how to make slides for malaria tests. Turns out, people REALLY hate needles. Got my second package that I packed yesterday which was exciting, minus the fact that I didn’t pack food! I don’t know what the hell I was thinking but I got my blanket with Tonka and Tommy on it so that made me happy. Friday also marked the end of micro teaching which was nice but Monday we start teaching big groups of kids. I really wouldn’t mnd if there weren’t people sitting in the corner observing and taking notes. Also found out that Jeff is coming in February and I couldn’t be more excited! I will be at my site by then and have my own place. Apparently, when I get to site I should say I am married or engaged because people will literally try to make you a wife of someone and present men to you. Awkward. Plus, don’t want haters for having a boy spend the night. I am so excited and think the countdown will be a nice thing I can look forward to and not be sad here. My room turned into Twlight mania and I finally caved. There is an Edward posted above one girl’s bed which I think is hilarious. Jana, you would love it. That’s all for now. Party tonight.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Daddy
I had to write a new post because the other was making my words into wingdings. Not sure what's goin on. We just started back towards Nyanza and realized Alphons didn’t get the officer’s number so we went back. I had already told the police that my dad was police and he smiled and what not. So we got his number and I asked his name and…..FRED. Of course. Funny.
best.day.ever.
Well, today was undoubtedly the best day I’ve had in Rwanda and it’s only 10:05 am. I bought a modem this weekend that wasn’t working, so our training director arranged for the Peace Corps driver Alphons to drive me and an LCF to Butare to get it fixed or return it. We were supposed to leave at 7, but due to a jam shortage we left a little later. I had my buttered bread with eggs and the 3 of us were on our way. Butare is only a 30 minute drive so I should have been back in time for most of my first class, a cross cultural session with a guest speaker. Anyway, the car we are driving in is like an old school landcruiser and the backseats are 2 bench seats facing inward. I had my seat belt on but still face forward a bit so I don’t get car sick. I saw a bigger truck on the right side of road and then BOOOOM sooo loud in my ear the truck hit our side mirror and window and door! I was like OH SHIT. The truck, with 3 teenage boys kept going up the dirt road it turned on and our driver reversed and boned out after them. They boys kept looking back and the driver was trying to lose him but obviously not happening. The driver of the truck stops and jumps out and starts running up the dirt hill! I am like HELL YEA this is classic! So then our driver jumps out and is right behind him but then the other driver turns into the fields and bushes and Alphons lost him. So Alphons just gets in his truck and drives it down the road. I am like what the hell is going on? Hit and run=take the other person’s car?? By the way, this all happened at 7:59 am and there are like 50 people crowded around watching all of this, half the eyes on me, the muzungo. SO bummed I didn’t bring my camera! The actual owner of the other truck came and I guess the driver didn’t have a license and that’s why he took off. He was trying to convince Alphons to just say he was driving the truck but Alphons said no. I imagine because there are a ton of witnesses and he’s driving a freaking car that says Peace Corps. No reason to lose his job for some other guy. Claudine, the other lady we are with goes to Butare, about 10 minutes away by mototaxi to get the police. A motocop comes, but can’t do anything and leaves. So Alphons and I drive with the truck owner to Butare, go to the MTN store and fix my modem while the dude waits in the car, then we go to the police station and drive the officer and owner back to crash site. Of course on the way to the site a rock got deflected from workers on the side of the road and put a crack in the windshield. Alphons and I just look at each other and start laughing. He must think I’m bad luck. So, I am now at the site, sitting in the car just waiting. I was told the Peace Corps was like this. You will hurry hurry hurry and then wait. And wait. And wait. I don’t think they meant in these circumstances, but this is comical to me. Alphons, the officer, and the owner are going thru everything right now but the best is the 27 men surrounding them like they have anything to do with it. And yes, I counted. Not sure where Claudine went because haven't seen her in like 2 and a half hours. Wish I had pictures of the crowd earlier. Oh well. I teach my first lesson this afternoon! Even if I bomb, today was great. J
Monday, October 26, 2009
gnarbones...literally
On a lighter note, Sunday was supposed to be free day but I went to my host family’s house around 10 am to prepare food for lunch. When I get to site I can now successfully prepare green beans, carrots, rice, and French fries. That’s a good enough start I suppose! I was there for about 4 hours and Noella played more music videos. They are SO random from Shaggy to Avril Lavigne to Alicia Keys to Kinyarwanda rapper to High School Musical. Definitely enjoyable.
This week I start teaching in the model school that was set up for training. Pretty pumped. NOT. I still feel very unsure about what I’m doing as far as writing lesson plans so it should be interesting to say the least. I figured I should sign up for the first group and just get it out of the way. Pray for me! I'm mortified to do what I came here to do. Perf.
Friday, October 23, 2009
cloudy with a chance of rain, but mostly just pretty clouds :)
We had a medical session yesterday and for the entire hour and a half we talked about diarrhea. Floyd? But just talked about how it’s gonna happen all the time and ways to avoid it and a little cup to put it in and just a gross talk. Then the transfers from Mauritania informed us we will all shit our pants during our time here and it’s no big deal. Thankfully my dad called to interrupt the poop talk because their stories were getting pretty detailed. So yea, that happened. Reading a few new books. Bitter is the New Black and Three Cups of Tea. I am not enjoying the first one because the chick sucks. Total biotch.
this is from a different med session where we put sex in order.
Guess who got shelves in our room? Yep. The other houses didn’t but I like to think I’m a good negotiator. When we first moved in Mup said he would get shelves then he was like oh no you don’t need them so I said okay fine I’ll just take the tables from the dining room and he said okay okay you get shelves. We each have one shelf to put our stuff on and have hooks on the wall for towels and coats. I guess I need to take a new picture for all you haters that talked shit on facebook.
I updated my list of supplies but that’s pretty much for the next 2 years. My package arrived in Kigali that was sent before I left so approximate package time is 3 weeks. Not bad. Once I move to my site I will be living alone (YES!) and I couldn’t be more excited. Except for the whole cooking thing. And no fridge. I need to figure out that whole scenario. But, we were told by the current PCVs that everyone has a house girl who does their shopping and laundry and will cook for you if you want also. Of course we all thought this was crazy but apparently it’s totally normal and everyone has one. So that sounds fun. It’s like buying a friend in my new town. Downfall is that they apparently like to steal clothes and/or wear your stuff while working. One girl said she pulled her earrings out of her house girls ears. Tough crowd.
On a side note, in case anyone was wondering, Tonka is loving her new home in Texas. She and Lula Belle, another English bulldog are very good friends and wrestle over Tonka’s bed and other various items. My dad says Tonka doesn’t take crap from the other dogs which is funny because she was always battling Pistol who is 60 pounds heavier than her. I will add a picture of her new fam to facebook if I can but it took me forever to upload the few pictures of Nyanza. Sorry the pictures aren’t all crazy cool, I am still pretty wary of taking pictures of people and carrying my nice camera around so I’m sticking to scenery with my little camera. Jeff, you can have your camera back when you visit. Maybe. J
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
writing in class...
not much new to report. one girl that left for home came back after a momentary freak out. I let her know she's not the only one homesick and feeling lost. I can't think of this in terms of 27 months anymore. I just go day by day. Supposedly training is the worst time and once you get to your site things are way better. I hope so! Had a medical session yesterday. We've got all kinds of coverage but if I'm sick, don't bother calling Washington DC mom or dad because they won't tell you anything!. We get to learn how to prick our fingers to make slides to test for malaria. Yes please. Went on a field trip yesterday. UGH. I think since studying abroad I am just over being lead into buildings in large groups of people. Someone fainted. I've skipped lunch the last 3 days so I could be away from people for a little bit. I just buy bread in town and make a pb & j. plus, the lunch food is same as dinner so it's getting old. But there was a nice sunset last night and had a nice, long walk home. I was able to download Skype (mfogarty123) for when I have my own internet (I hope) and then there was another city wide blackout. WE got a teapot to heat up our yellow water which is soooooo amazing. It makes a tremendous difference as you can imagine. We start model school next week so were actually going to be teaching. Totally have no idea what I'm doing as I've never taught a foreign language. Also, it's a bit intimidating that the kids range in age from 12 to like twenty something adults...I'll give more details when I have them. I went and saw my host family again today. I brought my ipod and speakers and showed em what's up. On the first day we met I told them I liked bananas so she gave me like 30. no big deal. We chilled, had some convos about my pictures and planned on making food Sunday. I am going to go over in the morning and help her prepare a rwandan meal and then we'll grub. That's it. trying to post some pics on facebook. xoxox
roomies & housemates
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
quickie
Sunday, October 18, 2009
pandas!
Yesterday we met with our resource families who we will hang out with to learn Kinyarwanda and exchange cultures. My host mom is Immaculate and she has 2 kids, Noella, 14 and Cardinal, 10. My host mom and I went to her work at the pharmacy and the only thing I could read in English was vaginal tablets. They came in a box of 3. Little kids kept stopping to see me and I got a picture of a kid with a Los Angeles, CA shirt. Then on our walk to my host house I saw a little kid with the most amazing shirt EVER. Before my grandma passed away I took her pajama pants and a red, crewneck sweatshirt she had from the San Diego Zoo with the 2 pandas on it because she just adored them. So yesterday, I’m walking and a little boy had the same shirt. I almost started crying just because it was so amazing. So good to see.
When we got to the house it was definitely awkward for a little while because they speak little English and I speak little Kinyarwanda. We finally went the culture exchange route and Noella started playing dvds she had with music videos from Rwanda, India, and the US. We watched Thriller, Timbaland and One Republic, but the best was when Michael Jackson’s “Heal the World” Super Bowl edition came on. I was soooo pumped. So good. SO good! Noella had never heard of Rihanna but then a Chris Brown video came on so I tried to explain that relationship by fake choking my host mom. HA. Yep, I’m awkward. All of us volunteers were supposed to be back to our site by 4 to go to the museum but at like 230 it started raining like crazy. Of course I had a tank top and shants on so I was already freezing. My host mom kept trying to tell me I needed to take a mototaxi but we aren’t allowed to ride them but of course I can’t say that in Kinyarwandan. I just kept saying, “Oya! Ndi umustagiyeri wa Peace Corps! Oya! Oya!” That only means no, I’m a trainee with the Peace Corps. No. No. She finally got the point. A Peace Corps car came to collect some of us volunteers who had called and of course getting in I hit my elbow so friggin hard. 10 minutes later when my elbow still hurt someone was like yea you know you have blood on your purse. OH. Cool. Last thing I wanna hear about is blood in Africa. Elbow shout out to Floyd. J
Our museum trip was rescheduled due to the chaos of collecting everyone so instead we all went to get a beer. The 40s cost $1. Then as we started to leave to find food there was a city wide blackout but thankfully we have our Nokia Torches which have a little flashlight on top of the phone. We found a spot down the road still serving food off their verbal menu. Power came back within 45 minutes, followed by our food 15 minutes later. Ah well.
fish at restaurant.
Today is my first day free and only day free for at least another 2 weeks. I was all pumped to walk into town to upload this and some pictures but its pouring again. Gonna be a mellow day and then busy week. Write me! If you have Skype or a phone card call me! My number is: 250785328366. For Los Angeles people, just subtract 3 and change the color of the sky for the time change. Miss you all.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I found chocolate!
Yesterday was also the first day of training classes and it was hard. Besides being out of school for 2 years it is just sooo long. 8-5 and it’s intensive learning! The Kinyarwandan teachers teach in ONLY Kinyarwanda. It’s ridiculous trying to learn verb tenses being explained in a foreign language. Ugh. I am not yet being proactive and using the index cards I brought to study but it will happen. After having hours of the language you kinda just want to get away from it. We also had our first medical training sesh and we got these medical kits that have everything from Tylenol to ace bandages to condoms to chapstick…they are pretty intense not gonna lie. Best part is they were packaged in EL SEGUNDO, CA. Says right there on the label! I mean really? Do these coincidences happen to anyone else? So weird. We also get to practice pricking our fingers so we can put blood on slides to see if we have malaria. How fun does that sound?
I am trying to enjoy the free time I have by llistening to music, journaling, and reading. I am currently reading Emptiness Dancing by Adyashanti (thanks Grahams) and The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown (thanks Jana) in case anyone wants to have fake book club meetings via email. We also started a book co-op in our room so we can exchange books. I also walk into town when I can which is nice and I fould a little shop with these fake blow pops twice the size and some milk chocolate. I tell ya that chocolate never tasted so good. I actually walked someone there after dinner so he could get into the candy boutique also. One of the workers asked how much the suckers were and I said 100 and all the people laughed because I knew how much and the one guy didn’t. Ooops. Forgot to mention in Kigali we went to a little bar (I think it was someone’s house) to try banana beer. It’s 14% alcohol and it is nasty! It burns your throat. We weren’t doing well drinking it so a group of us played ‘never have I ever…’ we learned a lot about each other real quick! I tried to upload pictures to the blog but it literally was taking forever. I don’t think it was ever going to go thru so I just put 4 pictures on facebook. I was very rushed and yea…that’s all I got for you guys to look at for now. Be peaceful.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
muraho!!
Haven’t had much internet to explain what’s been happenin...even when I come to the “cyber” cafes the internet is pretty dodgy. I am actually copying this from my computer. We are now in Nyanza where we will be training for the next 10 weeks. Training is from 8-5 everyday and covers language, technical, and cross cultural issues.
classroom
I hear it’s pretty intensive and since I suck at language I’m not too excited but I have no other priorities than here so I have to focus focus focus and remember why I am here. This whole experience is really what I make it and they say it’s the hardest job you’ll ever love…
When we left the nunnery we drove about 2 hours to our training site where we are sharing 4 houses called the laundry house, kitchen house, tech house and language house. I live at the kitchen house where all the meals are served so pretty much there are people here all the time. The food is prepared on the grass outside my window. The dishes are also cleaned in the outside buckets. We have to bring buckets of water in to flush the toilets and to bathe. Pretty much unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The other houses have names, but nothing is done there. I washed my underwear in a bucket and hung it dry in my window for all the kitchen staff to see. I share a room with 3 other girls. We have 2 bunk beds, all with brand new Mickey Mouse sheets and intense mosquito nets. I feel like a princess, but not. Oh yeah, when leaving the nunnery we had all our stuff to be brought to the bus but also had our carry-on type bags. I left deodorant, tp, and my sandals on my nightstand to put in my bag. I cam back a minute later and it was gone. I was like oh helll come on. I mean yea it’s $15 worth of stuff, but probably 3 of my most important items here! So I saw the staff guy leaving my room and I’m like pointing like where’s my stuff?! And he obviously doesn’t understand so I keep pointing and repeating myself and then he gets on the floor and had hidden it under the bed so he could go back and get it later. RIDIC!
Only been here a week but thought I’d mention thoughts/truths about Africa. People do carry stuff on their head all the time. Heavy, awkward items but they pull it off. Mad skills. Shoes/sandals are too big on a lot of kids if they have them. Babies are tied to mommies and siblings backs. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I keep sayin I got to get me one of those! Akon is huge. So is Celine. We asked our driver to play us Rwandan music and we got a cd of Rihanna. Pretty sure those shirts you donate to Africa do actually make it here. I’ve seen some good, worn out ones on kids like Hollywood, Ca, Drink Like a Champion today, KC Chiefs (jeff), UFC, etc. Everyone has a cell phone. Everyone’s job is to sell MTN cell phone credits. People call us umazungu all day which means white person, because we don’t know we’re white. There are a lot of mosquitos. Most of my group speaks French. Good for me not knowing any! Rwanda is suuuuuper green! On our drive from the city it was crazy how green and lush everything was. Lots of different trees and plants. Luc if you’re reading it’s like Cambodia tropical times waaay more. It’s really a beautiful place and very clean. No plastic bags allowed.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
here!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
first leg
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
almost there...kinda
ready for lax with 80 pounds of my life.
So I'm in Philadelphia in what seems to be a pretty ghetto neighborhood. That's based on walking 2 blocks and seeing no signs of food but plenty of graffiti, whistles at us (my roommate mandy), and an opened condom wrapper on the corner. We turned back to the hotel and ordered pizza. My flight yesterday was pretty much a nightmare. To start, I had a window seat and get pretty claustrophobic but decided since I am trying all these new things I would suck it up. bad move. The 2 men next to me didn't give on the best vibes and I had to muster up the courage to finally ask to go to the bathroom. Oh yea, that was after the first medical emergency. A guy 3 rows up hit his head and was bleeding enough for the steward to announce an "emergency" and ask if there were any doctors. Because of all that mess, only the first 12 rows got food and drink! Then about an hour later the guy behind me says he feels sick and is literally yellow. His wife is bawling and the doctor and nurse are back in action. They had a hard time reading his pulse and were giving him oxygen and then gave him a friggin iv! Pretty cool considering we are flying. Since this seemed a bit more serious we had to make a medical emergency landing in Pittsburgh. We stayed on the plane for what seemed like forever (prolly 45 min) but the plane was off so it was super hot! And all I had eaten was a power bar! We eventually made it to Philadelphia and just chilled last night. Cried a bit, not gonna lie. Just turned in paperwork and will be meeting everyone in an hour. Oh yea, I have brown hair.