Monday 31 December 2012

Review/Preview


2012. Year of the Queen's Jubilee. Year of the London Olympics. The year the world was, yet again, supposed to end. What did 2012 mean to you?

For me, 2012 was all about being better, doing more things, meeting more people. I feel like I accomplished all of those things. And then some. During this year I have had some of the most incredible experiences like going on safari, lying on a beach sipping cocktails in Zanzibar, watching the Rwandan Genocide trials. I've met some of the most amazing people from all over the world during volunteering and law school. I have lost a lot of weight and am sticking to the exercise plan I've drawn up for myself. I'm studying law and enjoying it.

During the past year I have grown into something different, and hopefully, something more than I was last year. I may not have achieved everything I wanted to do or be but I can look back at the past year content at my progress. There are things that I wished I had done differently, or things I would have liked to have taken a different path than they did, but I can honestly look back on 2012 and say this was the best year of my life. On 31/12/12 I am fitter, more assured, more travelled than I was on 01/01/12. I have made more friends and kept in touch with those that I have made better. I've discovered that I can be organised and that I communicate well. I've started teaching myself a new language and researching where I want to go next. Always planning for the future, instead of dwelling on the past. In my mind, this has been a successful year.

There has still been things that I haven't managed. That vacation scheme interview still eludes me and my lack of blogging since I came back from Tanzania is something I regret. However, they will just have to improve in 2013 and 2013 will be even better for it. I'm going to be fitter, more confident, going after what I want. I am gunning for that training contract, I will do well on my GDL and I am going to travel even more. I'll start blogging again, I'll learn how to fix my own car, I may even pick up my guitar again like I've always said I would. All of this because 2012 has shown me how good it can be. So to all of you who have played your part, in my studies, my work and my play, thank you and I look forward to all of you being involved in even better things to come.

Happy New Year everyone :)

Tuesday 11 September 2012

I Will Be Better.


Today I turned twenty-three. Twenty-three years of my life have passed, each one better than the last. This past year, I have met some of the most amazing people I have the pleasure to know. I have done things that I never thought I would do. I have seen things I can not believe I have seen. I went to Tanzania and had the most epic four months. I went to Denmark and reconnected with some of the people that matter to me. I did all of those things and yet I still look forward to this next year.

Most people make their resolution at the turn of the year. I will lose weight. I will socialise more.
I will treat the people in my life better. I will study harder. I will be greater than I was. For me, these resolutions come now, on my birthday. Three years ago, it was quit World of Warcraft, run for JCR and be someone. Two years ago it was get that 2(i) in my degree and run for VP EWD. Last year it was get a job, earn my money and go volunteering abroad. This year...this year it is to be better. It has to be better. I want to change who I am for the better.

This has already started. Over the last week I have started running. Not the two kilometres every once in a blue moon that I was doing before but two, then four, then eight, then ten within seven days. I'm going to join the gym on Thursday and get my body to a state where I am happy with it. I have spent too much time talking the talk, that I want to lose weight and slim down and bulk up. Now is the time to put my money where my mouth is.

I have to study harder than I ever have before. This is going to be the most intense academic year of my life and also the most important. Time is not on my side when it comes to applying for training contracts. I'm not getting younger and I want to get into work as quickly as possible so I can start climbing that career ladder. This is going to take immense effort to get the best grades I can, to put enough time into my personal study and reading to be able to pass my exams as well as answer the commercial awareness questions that will inevitably pop up. I need to put all my time, effort, blood, sweat and tears into my applications. Only the best will do for the firms I want to work for so I have to be the best. That does not only apply to academics or work related stuff. I have to be the best human being I can be to stand out from the crowd.

I need to be better at getting what I want. Too many times I act too passively and I let opportunities slip past me. The potential I see in these opportunities and myself crushes me when I realise that they are out of my reach. I need to be more decisive. I need to reach with both hands and grasp these and make the most out of my potential. In social contexts as well, I need to be better. I need to care more. I need to be less selfish. I am so lucky to be surrounded by the people I am. I need to make sure that I am a good enough person to keep it that way.

This year, I will be better.

Thursday 6 September 2012

Copenhagen

Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, was founded in 1167 and is home to an urban population of just under two million people (Thanks Wikipedia). That's pretty much all I can tell you about the place because I spent most of my five days chilling out with the friends I made while volunteering and not doing the whole culture thing. I was really excited before the trip. You always meet people when you go abroad and, inevitably, many of the conversations end with “oh, the next time I'm in [insert your home city here], we'll definitely meet up!” which never actually materialises. Not surprisingly, as you only really spoke once or twice in a foreign country due to a common language. Living in a country for just under four months is different. I saw these people daily, went on safari, to Zanzibar and Mombasa with them. The two or three months I knew most of these volunteers meant that we spent a lot of time together and we all featured in each other's stories when we got home.

We all have that time spent in Africa in common and it acts as a link, keeping you all together. The best thing is keeping that all going after you leave. With modern communication, smart-phones and Facebook, keeping in touch has never been easier. Everyone is just the touch of a button away but it is all about making the effort. Thankfully, I have been able to keep in touch with quite a few volunteers. Maybe not as many as I would have liked but that is understandable, as it is a similar experience to keeping in touch with school friends when you head to university. Many of the volunteers are heading to university, experiencing the freedom of living away from home and making new friends. The same happened to my friends and me when I went to uni. That experience probably helps to push me to stay in touch with the volunteers. I've lost touch with some friends from school, maybe we were never that close anyway, and I don't want that to happen now. Besides, what better time to visit them than when I am employed and before I start law school.

I flew with Easyjet from Stansted to Copenhagen for just under £100 return plus booking fee. I could have got this cheaper, a lot cheaper, if I hadn't booked it only two weeks in advance but I don't really mind paying the money for trips like this. My flight left at 7 a.m. so I was up at three. The flight there was quick and simple and had, somewhat surprisingly, one of the smoothest landings I've ever experienced. From there I was picked up by one of the other volunteers, with whom I was staying. Copenhagen is very different from London, and even Watford. It is noticeably quieter due to the population. There's more space and it's quite green, especially in the outskirts where I was staying. Everyone cycles everywhere too and most roads have a dedicated cycle lane while there are huge bike racks in the centre of town to leave your bikes. This all makes for a cleaner feel to the city, even if this isn't really the case. It makes for a quieter one too. Especially compared to London or even around Watford.

Most of the first day was spent on the couch, chilling after my early morning wake-up. I had leverpostej on rugbrød, which is basically a smooth liver pate on rye bread, before heading into central Copenhagen for dinner at a very smart little café called Paludan Bogcafe with library décor and with a cosy, relaxed atmosphere. I had stegt flæsk med persillesovs, which was some sort of fried peppered back bacon with new potatoes covered generously in a parsley sauce and beetroot. The portion size was huge, about six pieces of bacon and a large portion of potatoes and beetroot too and even I was unable to finish it. I was told that it was a very Danish dish and it was tasty enough. After dinner we sat and chatted about the good old days in Tanzania, probably annoying every sat around us as we weren't the quietest bunch by a long shot. Noticing this, we headed to another bar/café where we made sure we sat away from everyone else. I think the joy of seeing each other again after a few months meant that we probably seemed drunk, even though the cocktails and beers we had there were the first of the night. I tried a Jacobson Brown Ale and it was tasty, if a little weak. We headed to a few bars, and just chilled and enjoyed each other's company. Oh, and I Gangnam Styled it up on the dance floor too.

Saturday was spent in a small and quaint little amusement park called Tivoli Gardens in the middle of Copenhagen, the second oldest amusement park in the world. It cost about £30 for a day pass allowing one to go on all rides. Compared to Alton Towers and Thorpe Park, Tivoli is really small with a few selections of rides but that's really due to space constraints and it's focus on being a family orientated attraction. It was fairly busy but the queues were not the queues you would find at either of it's British counterparts on a Saturday in the school holidays. We had a great time though, one of my friends being terrified of heights but still going on one of the tower drop rides being a highlight (think Detonator at Thorpe Park). It had been ages since I'd been on a ride of any description so the adrenaline junkie in me has been sated just enough to get me through until November when I'll hopefully be able to show these Danes Thorpe Park and some real rides.

Sunday morning was spent watching a parade through the streets and a street performer over coffee before heading to the canals for a boat tour of the harbours. I got to pass by the Little Mermaid statue which, as everyone will tell you, is tiny and some cool sand castles. That evening we were invited to one of the volunteer's house to have dinner with her parents which was delicious and a nice change from having to find a place to eat before I got to try æbleskiver a sort of Danish doughball, usually eaten at Christmas with jam and icing sugar. Monday was a chilled day of sushi buffet at Aji Sushi in Lyngby before dinner at a trendy burger joint called Cocks and Cows. Funnily enough, as we sat and had coffee we spotted another volunteer who had been in Arusha through the window, even though I had no idea she lived in Copenhagen.

Thus ended my trip to Denmark and, although I didn't get to see all the people I wanted to see, it was a thoroughly enjoyable and exhausting trip. Copenhagen is a great little city and, while it isn't the cheapest, is probably worth a long weekend visit. There's a lot of history and things to see, most of which I will hopefully be able to do if I am able to return in November. Simply spending time with the friends I had become so close to in Tanzania was enough to keep me occupied for five days. I really hope I can return in November but I have just received my schedule for law school which consists of full 9-5 days on Tuesday and Friday. More on that in my next post I think. 

Tuesday 28 August 2012

Time for a holiday I think!


I've been back in the UK for just over 2 months now and I haven't written another blog post, much to my regret. However, there just doesn't seem to be anything interesting to write about when living life at home seems so mundane compared to the life I led in Tanzania. I suppose one could suggest I'm currently stuck in limbo, in a no-man's land between sorting my priorities out, beginning to live my life how I want to live it, and falling back into the same old routines that end up with me procrastinating, being lazy and playing way too many computer games.

And for the first month or so it felt like the latter was beginning to take hold. The only thing that had seemed to change was the fact that I had a tan. I was still looking for any job that would take me, while playing computer games and lazing around. Lately, though, things have looked up. I've been to some career workshops run by the College of Law and done two bits of pro bono work, both of which have been really helpful, both in terms of experience and my CV. I have been offered two jobs (like buses I tell ya), one that I kept at Sainsbury's and another at the local pub. I chose the latter because the pay is better and hours more suitable although both jobs meant giving up my weekends. But hopefully I can keep the job through law school as I start to pay my parents back for the money they spent allowing me to have the time of my life when in Tanzania.

Considering all the crappy material things that I still want, as in some ways I am a true child of the West, I think my parents are pleasantly surprised that I am paying them back the money I owe them. I still need to buy some new jeans and a coat ready for the winter and I'd like to get a new phone. All this on top of the trip to Copenhagen on Friday and another trip to the same place in November. It seems I need to get a financial advisor! I am really looking forward to my four day trip starting on Friday. I can't wait to see all my friends again. I was told by one during a Skype session that usually people you meet on holiday or while travelling will say they will, one day, come to where ever it is you live and you two can go get a coffee and catch up, but that rarely ends up being the case so it was a pleasant surprise that I was actually following up on my promise.

I think I have been pretty good at keeping in touch with the other volunteers now that I'm back in the UK. Much better than catching up with my friends back here anyway. I suppose it's extremely easy, here in the West, with our almost unlimited access to the internet and tools such as Facebook and Skype. And cheap air travel. I wish I was better at keeping in touch with some of the other volunteers I met but that's just something I'll have to work on over time.

As for my other goals, well, they haven't really come into fruition yet. I have finally decided on which desk, bookcase and wardrobe I'm getting from Ikea so I can really get down to business once law school starts in September. That said I am really quite excited about returning to studying. I've been missing some of the intellectual challenges studying throws at you. But with the Autumn months comes the latest round of applications to research, write and send off. I must admit that sometimes the tunnel can look long, dark and endless. I'm turning 23 in 2 weeks time and I'm not getting younger. If I miss out on a training contract this year, which is a distinct possibility all things considered, then I'll have to reapply in 2013. Decisions will have to be made such as whether I will self-fund my LPC, not an option I'd like to pursue. Even if I do get offered a contract next year I'll be 26 my the time I even begin training and 28 by the time I qualify. That scares me a bit. There's not much I can do now though but study as hard as I can to stand out a bit academically, and work on these applications and really try and pick the right firm for me, even if that turns out to not be what I'd always dreamed of.

First things first, though, and I have a few lovely people to see in Denmark. 'Til then.  

Tuesday 19 June 2012

So I Shagged a Tribeswoman


So here we are. Three months and three weeks ago my friend sent me a text wishing me a safe journey and that he looked forward to my blog entry entitled...well, what this blog post is called. It is almost surreal that I am leaving Tanzania. This past four months have been four of the most amazing, fun-filled, eye-opening months in my life. Anyone who has been following my Facebook or my blog will already have an idea of how much I have loved this experience. I have taught some truly adorable children at Gohechi. I have read and talked about some harrowing moments when researching FGM. I have met some of the most amazing people from all over this globe: Australia; America; Canada; Belgium; France; Denmark; Sweden; Norway; Holland; Germany; Japan; Mexico; and, most of all, Tanzania.

I have learned so much while I have been here, about myself and about the world. My bucket list has expanded far more than I have managed to tick off in this four month period. I have seen the natural beauty of Manyara, Ngorongoro and the Serengeti, of Maji Moto, and Zanzibar. I have seen the beauty of the people here, the local people who try and make you feel as welcome as possible, and the volunteers who are here to really try and make a difference in the lives of the people the come into contact with.

I went on safari, I snorkelled with dolphins, I lazed around on a pristine beach in a five-star resort. I did the things that everyone can do, and usually do, when they come to this part of the world. But I also sat in front of thirty Maasai elders in their village to hold an intimate discussion about their culture, I was a guest at another Maasai village where they sacrificed a goat for our shared feast, I went to the United Nations Internations Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda. How many people get to say they have done these things?
I am lucky to have been given the opportunity to do these things,  blessed that I grew up in a family, in a country, where I was given the opportunity to get to where I am now, a university graduate who has taken a year to travel to a different part of the work before he heads to law school writing a blog on his £300 laptop. £300 that I can blow on a piece of unnecessary electronic luxury which could pay for two years of schooling for a child here. We have so much given to us on a plate in the West. In the UK, free education and free healthcare, huge I-max cinemas and excellent sports facilities. Here in Tanzania, they pay for school and hospital treatment and if they can not afford it, they don't go. A large number of the people can not afford luxuries like going to the movies or out to eat every fortnight. The children play football on patches of flat land littered with stones and thorns.

If you, dear reader, are thinking about doing something like this, or know someone who is considering travelling or volunteering, then don't hesitate. Do it but do your research and find the best volunteering programme and company for you. I was lucky in choosing Projects Abroad and Tanzania for my experience. You should not have to take that chance. Volunteering and living with a host family is such an awesome experience and I wish I could live these last three months again. That feeling of stepping off the plane, alone, into a foreign country where you do not know the language and gearing yourself up to call it home for a substantial period of time is a scary one but one that I will keep for eternity.

I talked about the volunteers in another dedicated post but I have to mention them again. On Friday, I was ready to go home. My friends were all leaving or had left. I was looking forward to getting back to (hopefully) working and earning some money. But then I went out on Saturday and met some new volunteers who have just arrived. And now I want to stay. I have learned over the last four years of being thrown into situations where I know no one, first at university and secondly in Tanzania, that I love meeting new people and that I am a social person. All the volunteers are similar and that is what makes it so easy to for me to be able to change my mind so quickly about leaving.

There are so many things that I miss about life at home: watching TV shows like House, Community, Game of Thrones; going to the pub; broadband internet; looking for a new phone; playing computer games. All this stuff that I look forward to doing when I'm back that really does not matter one bit. But I still want to do it. Travelling to a poor country really opens your eyes to how materialistic our lives are but that does not have to mean that one should totally abandon that way of life. I still want a good smartphone. I still want to play FIFA with my brother. I still want to catch up with the TV that I have missed while I've been away. I just hope that I will appreciate the life that I can live.

Monday 18 June 2012

Mombasa


So I've spent a week in Mombasa, the place where my parents grew up. Not that I've seen much of it. I stayed at a small hostel called Mombasa Backpackers. Small but complete, with its own pool and garden area, a bar with cable TV, a foosball table and a cafeteria. I've spent most of my time lazing around by the pool enjoying the free Wi-Fi while taking occasional dips in the pool and ordering food. Our outings consisted of: going to the local shopping mall which housed a rather posh cafe/patisserie called, imaginatively, Cafesserie; a trip down to the local Nyali beach; a trip to the more distant Tiwi beach; and a tour of Fort Jesus and Old Town.
And that's about it really. Fort Jesus was quite nice but the tour of Old Town was rather short and pointless. Much of the architecture and history is pretty similar to Zanzibar. Oh, and one of my friends got mugged. We were just walking down this street and she was walking a bit behind the rest when we heard a scream as some man grabbed her before running off. It happened so quickly and, as he ran off, he let go of her bag thus leading me to believe he had given up when I had turned and shouted at him. Unfortunately, the man had been doing it for all his life and I think that the whole bag grab was a distraction from the necklace. Fort Jesus itself was impressive as we were told it had been carved out of the rock rather than assembled.
For the most part though the trip has been about chilling out and meeting other people. And that is what I have loved most about my time travelling in Tanzania and Kenya. I wrote a blog post not long ago about the fellow volunteers that I became such good friends with but in the last two and a half weeks I have also met some really interesting and awesome people while in Zanzibar and Mombasa. It's included eight Canadians, seven Brits, four Norwegians, two Germans, and two Americans among others. Staying in backpackers dorms, travelling alone, one really has to be able to be open to saying "yes" to everything. Everyone is friendly when you stay in places like these because, much like the first day of university, everyone is usually in the same boat. At Kendwa I was invited to join two Canadians and an Aussie for dinner. At Mombasa, I already knew the two volunteers I had joined up with and, although I just hung out with them for the day, on Saturday night we joined the rest of the Mombasa Backpackers crew in heading to the casino before hitting a club. The casino was a enjoyable affair and it was  here that I got to know the Canadians and the Norwegians. Oh and I also left having doubled my money on roulette after hitting three numbers in a row as we geared up to leave. Not the most culturally rich experience I've ever had in another country but fun nonetheless. We then headed to a nightclub to dance until 5am at which point we headed back to the hostel and jumped in the pool. I managed to get to sleep at 7am for a couple of hours before getting up for breakfast and heading to spend the entire day with the Canadians at the beach just chilling out.
For the most part, Mombasa was about sitting around enjoying the heat and the sun, playing the occasional game of foosball and jumping in the pool. It also served as the catalyst for helping me accept the fact that soon I will be home. Sure, I will miss all the volunteers and, even though I will want to come back to Tanzania as soon as I step off the plane at Heathrow, I now want to go home and reimmerse myself in some of the trivial first world problems that I have been away from for almost four months. Silly things, like what phone I'm going to get to replace my HTC Legend (probably a Samsung Galaxy S3) and watching TV and movies again. Staying in Mombasa, where there is not much to do, allowed me to think abuot all the things I want to do when I go home. Things like learning a new language, attempting to teach myself the guitar or relearn some piano, start building a proper fitness regime. I need to look for a job again and start applying for another round of training contracts in the Autumn. I want to go to a sushi buffet with my cousins and drink ale and go to dim sum. I want my dad to cook mussels or prawns or lobster noodles. I want to start cooking myself again. So many things I want to do, so much money I need to pay back and then save. It might turn out that there are not enough hours in the day. I know that I will need to keep myself busy when I reach London though, otherwise I will spend the entire time wishing I was back in Arusha. 

Tuesday 12 June 2012

Pole Pole, except when you're on a coach...


So, with a heavy heart, I left Zanzibar behind. I had loved my time on that beautiful island and was extremely tempted to stay in Stone Town. We took the ferry back from Stone Town in the morning and met three other volunteers going the other way. They almost convinced me to go back! Instead we parted ways, also discovering that I would see them again when I got back to Arusha, which was nice to know. The Danes and I went to a fast food joint for burger and chips before they went to pick up their stuff. And then I had to say goodbye to the second and third volunteers that I met in Arusha. Again, it sucked.

After I left them, I headed to a hotel and booked my bus ticket for the following morning to head to Mombasa, Kenya. I spent the rest of the day crashed out on my hotel bed watching re-runs of the German and Spanish domestic cup finals. Dar Es Salaam is too big to wander around like you can in Arusha or Stone Town so, knowing no one, there was not much for me to do except sit, watch TV and meditate (a.k.a. staring at the ceiling fan wondering whether if it fell, would it kill me).

The following day, I woke at five-thirty in the morning in order to make it to the bus by six. Useless, as the bus did not leave until six forty-five. The ride to Tanga was smooth enough but hot as the sun rose into the blue sky. As we pulled in to Tanga, the bus stopped to let the passengers off the bus. I was pretty tired at this point, as I had been on the bus for about six hours, so I stayed seated on the bus when I heared a loud jeering sound coming from outside. As I looked out my window, I saw a young woman attempting to get her luggage out of the coach's hold surrounded by these howling men. Unsuccessful in her endeavour, she was guided back to the bus by one of the staff members and they went to get her bags for her. Now, she was a fairly attractive lady, sporting a fairly unique hairstyle, with pretty nice clothes; I assumed she was a celebrity of some sort. When they had recovered her luggage, the porters and staff began escorting her out of the bus station to yet more boos and whistles as the mob followed her. I turned to ask one of the other passengers why that had happened and he simply told me that it was because she was wearing a mini skirt. It had never even occurred to me that the commotion was because of a simple piece of clothing. It was a stark reminder after the Westernised experience of Breezes and Kendwa that I am still in a vastly religious country that can be offended by such things that are trivial in the West.

We left Tanga behind and began our trip towards the border which, after the excitement of Tanga, was rather plain. When I reached the border between Tanzania and Kenya, I disembarked to get my visa. There were a few people ahead of me in the queue and some had problems with their Tanzanian visas expiring. Overall, it took maybe twenty minutes for me to get my visa as he refused to see me before the other troublesome people, even though I had all my documents ready and open in the right places for him to stamp. As I walked outside, there was a huge space where my bus was parked. They had driven ahead to the customs checkpoint. This was fair I thought, as baggage checks can take a long time. As we drove in another bus to the next point, there was a large billboard asking travellers to report any signs of corruption immediately. I rejoined my coach but discovered that they had already taken my rucksack to the customs office and I needed to go there to pick it up. As they checked my bags, they took me to another room to explain that I could not take the spice boats that I had boat into Kenya as they contained coriander seeds which may not have been treated. In stark contrast to the sign outside, I was immediately asked to pay a 300 Ksh bribe to be allowed to take them through. I didn't have any money at this point and for some reason he just let me through anyway. When I returned to where my bus was, lo and behold, it had left me behind and driven off towards Mombasa. I was pretty pissed off at this point. They still had my large backpack in the hold. In the end, I had to get on the bus of another company with the representative of my bus who had stayed with me. The road was bumpy and I was frustrated and worried that my stuff would be stolen. I arrived in Mombasa at seven at night. I was exhausted and needed Kenyan shillings. There was no ATM nearby the bus station so I had to exchange money with one of the bus companies who royally ripped me off. I was past caring at this point and just collected my bag from the office and headed to Mombasa Backpackers.

I arrived to find my two friends chilling out at the bar and I managed to stay awake for another hour before crashing on my bed. It was not until the next day that I realised that my hat was still on the bus that left me at the border. I booked my trip back to Arusha with a different company.

Sunday 10 June 2012

Life's a Breezes


Okay, small confession. I treated myself to two days at an expensive resort. It's, technically, way over my budget but I wanted to reward myself for three months living in Tanzania, enjoying the highs and putting up with the lows. Of course, I have my lovely parents to thank for the loan but when I get back I will repay every penny.

The place is called Breezes Beach and Spa Resort, located north of Bwejuu on the east coast of Zanzibar. Before I arrived, I was picked up from Paje to head off on a dolphin tour with three other volunteers, who were also staying at the resort and who convinced me to stump up the money for the two days. The dolphin tour was a great experience, seeing the dolphins and swimming with them but the trip was marred slightly by two factors. Firstly, I had not had any breakfast and, secondly, there were so many boats filled with wazungu chasing these amazing creatures that when you did get in the water, visibility was almost impossible due to the spray thrown up by the motors. That said, hearing dolphins communicate underwater was incredible.

Anyway, back to this resort. The place is a collection of classy bungalows and two story houses, all in a Swahili style. There is a computer room and TV room but no TVs in the actually rooms themselves, a nice way to leave the commotion of Western life behind (also this is really a place for couples and honeymooners so they probably have better things to do).The rooms all had air conditioning and double beds, with a couch and coffee table as well as some seats on the porch to enjoy the cooler evening air but I spent most of the time down by the beach or pool, crashed out on a sunbed, either chilling or reading my book.  There is Wi-Fi access around the lobby, bars and pool, a fitness centre with tennis court and a spa. All this right on the deserted section of beach. Being on the east side the differences in the beach at high and low tides is amazing. High tides crashing agains the wooden steps, low tide revealing hundreds of meters of sand, rock and seaweed that you can take a walk across.

The first thing we did when I got to the resort is head down to the beach just to chill out and get rid of my horrible t-shirt tan lines. Luckily, my time in Kendwa had all but done this for me, so now was the finishing touches. Also, it gave me the chance to crack on with the book I've been reading. For the record the book is called Why Black Men Love White Women by Rajen Persaud The story behind this is that we were walking by a bookstore one day and they had this proudly displayed in the window. My friend found it hilarious and I vowed to buy it and read it. So I did. Billed as a comedic look into the relationships between black men and why they covet the white woman, the book is actually a lot more serious than that. It has its funny moments and it doesn't really tell you much more than anyone else with an interest in race and media. That said, having just finished it, it was an amusing read. It must have looked extra strange, though, when both my friend and I were reading the same book at the same time. The book itself was of great interest to me, especially as an ethnic minority and although the Chinese race has not suffered in the same sense, historically, as black people in the Western world, we still have to put up with being negatively stereotyped in media and culture. It was interesting because I could look at the book from a completely different perspective than, for example, my white friend.

Anyway, while at the resort we played an hour of tennis and the girls went for massages but mostly we just chilled at the pool, swimming and sunning ourselves. We were half-board and dinner was a posh affair, no shorts, preferably a shirt. We were seated by a waiter and given an introduction to the set four course menu.The food on the first day was sublime, with crab cakes to start, followed by grilled aubergine with courgette puree; we had grilled fish and risotto cake for main and a tropical fruit puree with ice cream for dessert. The second day was a Swahili buffet with the usual chapatis, ugali, nyama choma, samosas among other stuff.

It was great to just relax for a couple of days in a posh resort. I could really get used to staying in places like that. Gotta get a well-paid job first, I think.

Tuesday 5 June 2012

Sun in the sky, sand under my feet.


Zanzibar is beautiful. That is pretty much all you need to know.

For the first two days I stayed with some other volunteers in Stone Town, the heart of Zanzibar. The town is a maze of little alleys enshrouded on both sides by tall three story buildings. On one side, you have the water; on the other, you have the market and dala stand. We arrived in Stone Town in the morning, taking a one and a half hour ferry from Dar Es Salaam, costing us 20,000 shillings (£8) as we were residents with our Permit Cs. I arrived in Stone Town to a phone call from my roommate telling me that the previous night, there had been riots and a church had been burned down. The authorities were advising people to stay away from the place. Always good to get off to a positive start. We met our guide outside the harbour and he took us to the hostel we would be staying in called Jambo Guest House. The hostel was really nice, triple rooms with fans and mosquito nets. We paid $15 per night each including breakfast. We dumped our stuff and proceeded with a tour of Stone Town, with the guide showing us the different ornate doors that front some of the houses. The doors are huge rectangles boarded by carvings, sometimes chains to signify slavers, sometimes circles to signify pearl divers. Across the Indian influenced doors, metal or wooden spikes jut out three to four inches in order to prevent elephants destroying the door.

We were shown the old palaces and the beach front before being taken to the market. There were three parts to the market. Fish, fruit and spices. The fish market reeked to high heaven, the fruit market smelled like heaven and the spice market was an amazing assault on the senses. Our guide took us straight to one stall, which he said was the cheapest one. The owner, Saleem, was extremely friendly and the prices were unbelievable. 1000 (40p) Tsh bought you a small bag of coffee, tea or spices. 3000 (£1.20) bought you a big bag. I didn't have enough money on me at the time so I told him I would come back the next day with some other friends and, as a gesture of good will, he gave me a free small bag of coffee. Sure enough the next day I went back and bought 28000 (£11.20) shillings worth of spices, including some garam masala, fish masala, a big bag of saffron and twenty vanilla pods for 10000 shillings (£4) each. I also bought some spice boats as presents for 2000 shillings each and got one free. When I went back the next day to buy some stuff for the girls, he gave me two packets of chilli powder. What a nice guy!

On the second day in Stone Town, we went to Prison Island, a small island used as a quarentine centre in the past. Nowadays it is a luxury hotel and tortoise sanctuary. Again, due to our permit Cs, we only had to pay 2000 shillings to get in. Seems like I'm making some of that $500 back! After taking in the island we headed out into the rain and rough seas for a bit of snorkeling. Now I've never been snorkeling before, so it was a new experience for me and, being pretty much blind, I realised that if I ever take up snorkeling or diving as a hobby, I needed to get my own stuff made. However, it was a great experience and seeing all the brightly colour fish and starfish was brilliant.

The third day, I joined two of the volunteers on a spice tour where we visited a plantation and were provided lunch. As it rained heavily during the tour, we were forced to take shelter and it gave us time to meet some of the other people on the tour. There were three British lads who had just been to Kendwa with the other volunteers and they could not speak highly enough of Kendwa. They and the volunteers pretty much convinced me to go. Anyway, the spice tour was a good waste of a day; it was interesting enough but not anything special.

In the evening on all three nights we went to the night market, which was a collection of stands out by the harbour selling food. I tried the Zanzibar pizza, multiple seafood kebabs (baby shark, tuna, kingfish, lobster, octopus), samosas and a shwarma kebab. The prices were not particularly cheap for Tanzania, the market clearly being aimed at the huge number of tourists that grace the island, but the food was good enough and didn't make me sick at least.

On my fourth morning being in Zanzibar, I parted ways with the remaining two volunteers who were heading back to Dar and over the border to Kenya before one of their permit Cs ran out. I headed north on a privately hired shared taxi, which was pretty much a luxury dala. Pulling up in Kendwa, I headed to Kendwa Rocks where I was told to book a dorm in order to avoid paying an entrance fee to Saturday's full moon party. I booked my dorm and was given a card. The card was the way of paying for everything while using the restaurant, bar or internet while staying at Kendwa Rocks. Its is extemely handy, that I can leave all my money in my bags, but also, for some, it can be a very easy way to spend a lot of money. Thankfully, it's not all irresponsible as the resort does give you receipts with every purchase letting you know how much you are spending.

The first day I was there, I met a local guy from Usa River who showed me up and down the beach, where to eat locally and where the supermarket was. At lunch, I headed to the restaurant with my book to finally have some sushi again. I had eight pieces of tuna sashimi and eight pieces of kingfish nigiri for 15500 shillings (£6.20). I read my book some,while trying to rid myself of my T-shirt tan, and then met two Danish girls who I had gone on the spice tour with when I headed to the bar for happy hour (or four as it lasts from 3-7pm, cocktails 5000 shillings (£2)). For dinner, I had soup and chicken chapatti, which is basically a chicken wrap with chapatti replacing the tortilla. We then headed over to the neighbouring bar which had music and people. When I say music, they played Rihanna's discography separating each song with another European chart hit from six months ago. I left at about two and got back to my dorm where I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

My second day in Kendwa began with a buffet breakfast, which wasn't much of a buffet because I arrived too late to get more than one helping. No matter. Spotting the two Danes again we hung out for the day, lying in the sun and swimming for a bit. I got burned but not badly. I had tuna teriaki for lunch and a few cocktails at happy hour, ginger mojito being highly recommended. The Danes left to continue their travels and I headed back to the dorm for a rest, a shower and to get ready for the full moon party. Back in the dorms, I met two Canadians and an Australian, who invited me down to dinner with them where we joined a few others. It reminded me somewhat of when I had first got to Arusha. You find a bunch of people with something in common, language, living arrangements, how little time you've been in the country. The night started with a special barbeque grill, where I treated myself to half a lobster and buffet for 38000 shillings (£17.20) which was delicious. Then the table took it turns to get to know each other and what we were all doing in Zanzibar, which turned out to be a mixture of volunteers, travellers and people on breaks after business trips. Traditional dancing, drumming and an acrobatics show followed, which wasn't anything I hadn't already seen in Arusha or on safari at Lake Manyara. Then there was a dance crew or three and a Michael Jackson...dance-a-like? He was okay, though it was annoying that he mimed everything. Why pretend to sing like MJ if you can't? Just give up the pretense and conentrate on dancing. However, once that had concluded the party really got started as the DJ broke out dance classics like Karma Chameleon and various songs by Wham.  The full moon party began to get going at midnight or thereabouts; I've taken to leaving my phone back in my bags so I had no idea what the time was. Before I knew it is was three o'clock, or at least that's what my last receipt says. I think I went to sleep pretty shortly after but it might have been anywhere from 3:15 - 4 a.m. It wasn't what I had expected. I think I had expected it to be one of the Greek islands, possibly due to the number of Brits in Kendwa, in Africa. But in fact it was a lot more chilled out than that. Most of the people here were here to chill rather than get blind drunk.
I've really enjoyed my time in Zanzibar so far, and on Monday I head off to the east coast to join the other volunteers. From what I hear the east is devoid of people and a great place to just chill and relax. All that I need to do is find a cheap place to stay. Until then.

Sunday 27 May 2012

"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

One day. One day and it will be over. Credits will roll and my job is done. Tomorrow morning I will be on the bus to Dar Es Salaam and my time with Projects Abroad as a volunteer will be over. Well, I will be in Arusha for four more days in June and will probably attempt some work in that time but, for the most part, I am done.

I will look over my work in another post but, for now, I will focus on what became an integral part of my stay: the volunteers. Before I left the UK, I assumed that I would be working most of the time, seeing volunteers once a week at the Projects Abroad organised socials. Indeed, in my first few weeks, that was the case. I worked 7:30 a.m. - 2 p.m. everyday and then went home. Occasionally, I would head into Arusha to go shopping but I had everything I needed at home. Food, my bed, internet access for my laptop were all available to me. It was an easy, sedentary life. Not particularly exciting but I was not spending much money either, which pleased my parents.

Then, in late March, we went on the day trip to the hot springs, which kick started my Tanzanian social life. Fast forward through two months of amazing times and we get to the point where I am having to say goodbye to all of my friends. Coincidentally, as it was the start of my social life, it was the end as well for yesterday we took another trip, my third, to the hot springs and it was just as amazing as the first. But that is also another story.

It began in April when I began working more and more in the office. Every day around two in the afternoon, three volunteers would drop by the office and they'd check their e-mail and Facebook, then we would head to a cafe called Stiggbucks, which did amazing salads and guacamole. We would sit, eat, chat for hours until it was time to head home, usually around 6:30 p.m. if you wanted to make it home before dark. That was my life for two months. Seeing the same people every single day. It was like being at university, in halls, living with the same people for an entire year. I knew that most of the people I would meet in Tanzania would have similar personalities to my own. Most volunteers do what they do to help make a difference in a developing country; they all want to experience a different culture and they are all outgoing people. I knew that before I came and, in fact, it was a big deciding factor in my decision to volunteer abroad but, like I mentioned earlier, I still thought I would only see them once a week at the Projects Abroad organised socials. As it turns out, I became so close with the other volunteers that it feels like I have known them for years not months. We constantly arranged our own dinners out, lunch gatherings, drinks on a warm evening. We go on nights out every Thursday night to Via Via and Saturday night to Empire and dance until 4 a.m. I now count some of the volunteers among some of my most valued friends, not only because we have a great time together but also because we have the same principles.

It makes a huge difference to your entire experience when you do something like this. You never experience anything like it when backpacking or while on holiday. You don't get the same in-depth experience that all of the volunteers share at some point. In Tanzania, we have all experienced beign the centre of attention, being called mzungu in the street. We all have our own opinions on ugali  and nyama choma. When you volunteer, you join a community of people and it is especially noticable when your volunteering period coincides with other volunteers. You go through the same good days, the same bad ones. You all get the same sense of realisation that you are actually living in Africa at the same time. You all get horrible dawning that your time is at an end at the same time.

The social life I have had in Arusha has been better than anything I have had at home. The knowledge that your time is limited and the fact that you might never see some of the other volunteers again means that you fully appreciate the time you have together. It is strange that, in reality, most of the European volunteers live fairly close together. Most of the volunteers come from Holland (£37 on Easyjet) or Denmark (£32 on Easyjet), places that are not expensive to get to from the UK. In fact, I've already made plans to travel to Paris, Amsterdam and Copenhagen in November with some volunteers. It is a comforting notion, knowing that I will see my friends again but for the ones who live further afield, Canada, USA, Australia, it is devastating that I may not ever see them again.

That said, I think that the group of friends I have made are dedicated to staying in touch, especially as we have already got plans for a Eurotrip in the summer of 2013. At least, I hope so. Lots of things can happen in a year and who knows what circumstances life might throw at us but, hopefully, we will all make it for reunions in 2013 and beyond. At this time, and probably to anybody outside our group, it might seem ambitious to be hoping for a Eurotrip next year when all of us have already spent so much on volunteering this year, as well as having our studies next year, but I really want it to work. The volunteers have played such a massive part in making these last three months the best months of my life.

Saying goodbye is hard. Both when it comes to the people you know you might not see again and to the people that you know you will. While volunteering abroad, you build such intense relationships that you feel like you've known each other for years when, in actual fact, you know very little about them, what their favourite song or colour is for example. However, you get to know their personalities. I know that, out of my three friends I mentioned earlier, one is a really happy-go-lucky kind of guy who is up for anything, another is a kind, caring, non-confrontational girl who just wants to enjoy herself, and the third is a feisty character who will give as good as she gets when someone wrongs her or her friends.

I wish we all lived in the same city or country but such is life. Some people say that saying goodbye becomes easier as time goes on. For the staff here, they have such a huge turnover in volunteers that they are saying goodbye to someone every week. I hope it never becomes easy for me to say goodbye. When it's difficult, that's when you know you've had an amazing time. Life is short, make the most of it. You realise that when you do something like this. Three months has passed in a flash.

I think all that's left for me to say is a huge THANK YOU to the volunteers in Arusha, you've given me the best three months and enriched my life. Stay in touch and you've always got a place to stay in London.

EmE, CK, MB, JO, EJM, EK, EL, JGr, TL, ElE, ASVGN, PH, JN, AB, RS, CD, JGl, CM, FS, MJ, YE, AA, AL, SU, QN, JV, VB, JB, SB, PF, LS, HP, AS, ES, IH

You know who you are. If I've missed anyone, I apologise, let me know and I'll edit the list.

Wednesday 23 May 2012

Safari!


Day 1

Lake Manyara

We got up at 7:30 am for breakfast at Backpackers, which was the usual disappointment, showered and changed to get ready for the safari. We were all refreshed and ready to go at 8:20am even thought we were told we'd be picked up at 8:30am, which is about 9 am Tanzanian time. As we sat down waiting, I was talking to my Tanzanian rafiki Sake and soon after he left we were approached by a small Chinese woman asking if we were going with African Smart Safaris. We said we were and she told us that she would be joining us. First fail. Actually, we weren't entirely bothered but when four close friends are spending four days cramped up in a Land Cruiser together, it must be hard for a fifth stranger to come in. It meant she had to make an effort to get to know us and we had to make an effort to include her in conversations. As bad as it sounds, the precise reason I was looking forward to the safari was to get away from all of that. Out of the three volunteers I was going with, I lived with one, saw another almost every day for the last month and a half, and had my induction way back in March with the final member. I knew that I would not have to make an effort to talk with them, because I knew I liked all of them and conversation came naturally. I would not have to portray a side of me that was always fun and talkative. I could change from the person everyone thinks I am. I could enjoy some peace and quiet, while also having time to mull over things in my mind. It sounds bad but, as much as I love the other volunteers and have hopefully made some friends I will keep for a lifetime, I just needed a break from it all, for various different reasons. But in the end I was not too fussed. She turned out to be from Hong Kong, was 34 (although she looked 12) and had been travelling in the Middle East and South America.

As we set off, we were all tired and a little frustrated that we had not, at least, been told we were having someone join. We were told before that we could have invited volunteers on the day of departure and that would have been fine. Apparently not and luckily we did not bring any last minute additions. The drive to Manyara was long and bumpy. The Tanzanian government has this great idea of putting the same speed bumps, that are painted yellow and black and put in car parks in England where the speed limit is 5mph, on their highway. The drive to Manyara was about two and a half hours and we went straight to the camp site to deposit our things. Afterwards, we opened to roof of the car and drove down to the national park and began our safari. Almost immediately, we were surrounded by baboons, including mothers with their children, and blue monkeys and the picture taking began.

The park itself was beautiful as you would expect, with the lake being surrounded by rolling grassland, which was in turn enclosed by dense forest. As we drove through the park closer to the centre the forest dropped away and was replaced by shrubbery where the Kirk's Dik-Diks hang out. Dik-Diks are tiny antelopes, growing to about 40cm high, and are pretty much like a safari version of a chihuahua. They were scattered around the park in pairs and we my favourite animals that we saw that day. We then visited a hippo pond, passing by zebras, wildebeest and water buffalo on the way. In the pool were some hippos and we stopped for some pictures and lunch. In the distance, as the shrubbery turned to open grassland, the lake was full of flamingos turning the horizon pink. It's hard to pick out certain highlights to tell you about. I am of the opinion that in order to fully experience the tranquility of being out in the vast open grounds of a national park, one must really escape from the images broadcast with Sir David in the background. Everyone should go on safari at least once to see the magnificence of all the animals from the giant elephants to the tiny Dik-Diks, the famous flamingos to the innumerable, yet no less beautiful, smaller birds.

As the day drew to a close we made our way out of the park towards the camp site, passing a couple of baboons getting down and dirty on the way. Always interesting to see. At the camp site, we were given dinner and were entertained by some dancers and drummers as well as an acrobatics crew. As we walked to our tents, we took some time to sit on the edge of the camp site, enjoying the clarity of the sky, unfamiliar stars dotted around the blackness.

Day 2

Serengeti

For the second day we had a long drive from Manyara through Ngorongoro Crater through to the Serengeti where we would do an afternoon game drive before settling down for the night at a campsite in the middle of the Serengeti. The drive to Ngorongoro was unremarkable. Long but on a smooth road which allowed us to get some sleep. The entrance to Ngorongoro Crater is a huge gated archway, without making any attempt to blend in with the natural beauty that lays behind it. After passing through the gate we were immediately faced with a cliff face dropping off to our left as the trees plunged into the crater. The drive itself was unremarkable, slow and cold but once we passed through the clouds and the rain we were granted a glorious view over the crater as the sun lit up the grasslands and the lakes. That was for the final day though and we continued past en route to the Serengeti. I had heard different things about the Serengeti, that it was the place to visit when doing a safari in Tanzania but also that it was too big, that the vastness of it meant long drives seeing nothing.

On the drive to the gates of the Serengeti, we drove past a herd of giraffes, long necks poking out into the blue sky but the most impressive viewing was the annual wildebeest migration. Hundreds, if not thousands, of wildebeest and zebras dotted the landscape, giving the horizon the impression of being a distant forest. Dotted among the vast numbers of wildebeest and zebras were pockets of Grant's and Thompson's gazelles. And then the dense herd opened up, forming a sizable circle around a lone male lion. He was just lying there, a fairly young male judging by his mane. As we approached the gates to the Serengeti we stopped for lunch, surrounded by dazzlingly bright blue and yellow birds. They were so used to humans and didn't shy away when approached. In fact, they seemed quite bold in trying to steal your food. One negative aspect of the trip to the Serengeti was the Maasai children and women who approached your safari car saying, "give me my money" and "give me my lunch". Having met and worked with some proud Maasai men and women, watching them ask for free handouts in this way was shocking and it was a good example of the negative aspects of Western tourism. These Maasai boys only do this because there are some Western travellers who do give them $10 or a bit of their packed lunch because they have rich man's guilt about having lots of money and flushing toilets and Nike trainers. Knowing the Maasai men and women that I do, few, if any, of them would resort to demeaning themselves by begging foreigners for food and money.

Anyway, we ate lunch and began our game drive. We saw many more elephants, giraffes, zebras, wildebeest and a few water buffalo too. But the inevitable highlight of the day was driving past a single lioness munching away on a recently killed wildebeest. We arrived as it finished feeding and began following it when it stalked off, heading through the tall grass before climbing up a tree. As we marvelled at a lion in a tree, off in the distance two more lioness had appeared out of the grass and were walking towards our car. As they moved across to the road, they were followed by six adorable lion cubs. Watching the cubs play and feed on the wildebeest was one of the best moments of the whole safari.

As the day drew to a close we headed for the campsite located in the Serengeti. On the way we were able to see a herds of elephants and impalas settling down for the night. Seeing over thirty elephants grouped together was an awesome sight to behold. However, one bull elephant took exception at how close we stopped to him and seemed agitated, ears flapping, stamping on the ground, our driver took us away at the request of the girls.

We drove into the campsite as the sun was setting and I helped put up the tents before dinner. As the sun set and darkness enveloped the campsite, a lightning storm periodically lit up the background. Flashes of purple and blue illuminated the dark clouds on the horizon in an awesome showcase of natural beauty. Apparently, there was a giraffe eating about 20 yards away from our tent in the middle of the night but I was too tired to go and have a look.

Day 3

Serengeti

We woke at 6 a.m. so we could experience the sunrise in the Serengeti. As we drove through the chilly morning air we managed to catch the unexpected speed of the sunrise. One moment it was but a bright speck on the horizon, the next a blazing ball of fire in the sky. We drove around the Serengeti in the cool morning air, the only car visible in the vast plains. We saw the lion family we had seen feeding yesterday and passed the remains of the wildebeest being stripped clean by huge vultures. We carried on driving through the endless plains.

And then we saw them. Three leopards walking down the open road towards our car. Three magnificent creatures, sleek, patterned skin, hiding rippling muscles perfectly designed by mother nature for to serve their purpose. Our driver was immediately on the radio letting the other safari groups know that there were three leopards here. In his six years of driving he had never seen this before, he told us. We watched and followed as they walked past, eventually stopping, two climbing into a tree and the mother searching the surrounding area.

As we left, we were all aware of how lucky we were to have seen these three creatures together. We drove some more, seeing hartebeest along with the usual wildebeest, zebras, elephants and giraffes before coming across two impalas fighting. Watching this was like being part of the crew filming a BBC wildlife programme. It wasn't long until we had to begin our drive back to Ngorongoro. As we drove back through the gates of Serengeti, we were able to truly get a grasp of the sheer numbers of wildebeest and zebras that were completing their annual migration towards Kenya. Like ants in your garden, hundreds if not thousands of animals littered the plains, occasionally allowing some green to show through the sea of brown, white and black.

As we drove back towards Ngorongoro, we could see dark rainclouds on either side of the road and rain pouring down, even though it was sunny along the road. When we got to the campsite, my camera ran out of battery and my phone was close to doing the same. Disaster on the crucial last day of the Premier League season! I was getting updates on my phone until it ran out of battery in, roughly, the 90th minute. Having to borrow one of the other volunteers phones, I almost cried when one particular staff member texted me that Arsenal had lost, Tottenham had won and we were 4th. That despairing feeling lasting for ten minutes as he texted me again to tell me he was just screwing with me and we had made it. I think I disturbed a good number of people by jumping in the air yelling "I'm going to kill him!"

As we lay down to sleep in our tents, we heard something seemingly pull up some grass, followed by munching. It turns out that about fifteen water buffalo had made their way into the camp and were having a midnight snack. An odd way to drop off to sleep.

Day 4

Ngorongoro Crater

The drive down was cold. And wet. Driving down through the clouds, the car was cold and visibility was low. All of us were tired. The morning was slow going, seeing the same animals again, zebras, wildebeest, a few elephants in the distance. Rain surrounded us, while never quite falling on us. Hyenas dotted the landscape in between the herds of gazelles. We were on the lookout for a cheetah and a rhino. The morning was taken up by seeing much of what we had seen before as we drove around the crater. It was suprising how accustomed the wildlife here was to the noise and presence of the safari cars. On the way to the Serengeti, the zerbras would run away as soon as the car pulled up; in Ngorongoro they would simply stand there and watch you. One cool thing that the zebras would do though was stand side by side facing opposite directions so they can watch each other's backs for predators.

As the early morning cloud dispersed, the sun began to shine over the crater and the view opened up. When in the middle of the crater, one could see all the way to the edge in a three hundred and sixty degree arc, all eight and a half thousand square kilometers of it. Green grass stretched from one side to the other, encircled by the high remains of the mountain that once stood, rivalling Kilimanjaro as the tallest peak in Africa. It was a truly undescribable experience.

We continued with our hunt for a cheetah and a rhino and, on two separate occasions, we thought we had spotted them. Or at least, our guide thought he had seen them. For the rhino, the driver told us he was driving round to get us a better view, which never materialised and, for the cheetah, the driver kept pointing and telling us it was lying down in the grass. Now, as we are not professional safari guides, it was going to take us much longer than it took him to find it. However, he decided to just drive on. Either he was frustrated at us for not seeing it, or what he saw was actually the rock we saw.

Finally, we spotted two rhinos about 200 meters into the distance. From the car, they simply looked like a big rock but on closer inspection with the binoculars, you could make out their features, although you couldn't see the tell-tale horns. Until they stood up. Then they were clearly rhinos. There was something about being unable to take any pictures, due to the lack of batteries. that allowed me to really focus on seeing the animals for the brilliant creatures they were.

As we moved into the latter part of the day, we ate lunch at a hippo pool. Moving swiftly on, we headed to see the flamingos and went on one last drive. We stopped the car to view a herd of wildebeest. Then, to the left, three lions appeared, stalking through the grass. We followed them; until they vanished. Eventually, we caught sight of them once again as they popped their heads out of the grass, much closer to the herd than when they disappeared. This continued for about half an hour when we noticed that four other lionesses had been approaching from the rear. It was fascinating stuff. Watching, waiting. Unfortunately for us, the driver told us that the lions would wait until one wildebeest made a mistake and, if the wildebeest didn't, the lions might just go home without starting a chase.

Soon after we began the long, long drive back to Arusha bringing an end to a truly spectacular four days.

My personal top five moments in no particular order:

The lightning storm in the Serengeti
The lion cubs feeding
The three leopards
The view around the crater when it cleared up in Ngorongoro
The Impalas fighting

Tuesday 15 May 2012

Perspective From the Middle of Nowhere

It's 8 a.m. Thursday 26th April. I leave the house wrapped up warm in my hoodie. There's a chill in the air and rain is beginning to fall. There is a mixture of feelings coursing through my body. Part of me is really excited to see the possibilities open to us after this meeting; part of me just wants us to abandon the whole idea that we are ever going to change the way the Maasai live. I meet with two fellow volunteers, enjoying a warming coffee at the place we were supposed to meet. Our ride has not shown up though, so we are left waiting, discussing our hopes for the day ahead. Our ride picks us up; we head straight to Sokonone in order to pick up the food.

The road is bumpy and the previous nights activities does not sit well with one of the other volunteers. Having picked up our food and deposited some other food behind a bush, we head from Sokonone west towards Nanja. The car ride is cramped, slow and we are stopped twice by the cops but nothing happens. We pull up outside a small unassuming village, we greet our co-ordinator who is going to lead us through the bush to the village itself. The road gets even more uneven. We are running behind schedule. Multiple times we stop, the driver disembarking to inspect the route we are taking. Multiple times he comes back shaking his head but still we proceed. As we make our way up a muddy hill we spot four Maasai men digging their vehicle out of the mud. Could be us soon. We climb higher and higher as we reach rolling hillsides, surrounded by farmland, a sea of green after the rains.

Suddenly, we have stopped and are told to get out of the vehicle. The road is too muddy here and we must proceed by foot with our co-ordinator ferrying our supplies by motorbike. Conscious of the time, I ask how far the village is. It is not far, I am told, we can see it over in the direction that our supervisor is pointing. It does not seem so far, which is reassuring. We begin to walk in that direction, along the soft mud path, taking care of where we step. I have worn walking boots which suit this task but one of the other volunteers is in flip-flops. We pass some Maasai children on the way who stare at us, confused and curious. We continue walking. As we pass the huts we had thought our supervisor meant, he motions to our actual destination, on top of a hill in the distance. Laughter floats across the hills as we joke about our predicament in order to prevent ourselves from succumbing to despair.

Eventually, we reach the bottom of the hill and begin our ascent. We are met at the top by four Maasai who welcome us to their village. We trudge a little further before being ushered into a school building. As we sit, grateful for the rest, twenty or thirty Maasai elders being filing in, sitting as children would at their desks, curious to see the travellers in their peaceful land. They stare and they talk. The food is distributed among those gathered, a welcome relief to myself and the other hungry volunteers. While we eat, the introductions are made, interrupted, and then made again. We do not take much notice. After a while, we finally proceed with our mission: to discover their attitudes towards FGM. They are open about their support for it and seem to us to have a distinct lack of education towards the dangers. It was a troubling meeting. We ask about the government ban on FGM and they laugh it off, the government can not reach them out here. It's like they are telling us we are banging our heads against a brick wall. There seems to be a colossal barrier forming between us and them. They are aggressively defending their way of life, though, and we expect this to happen. This is what we need to change. They tell us the government ban is purely to halt the spread of HIV, that the ritual is important in marking the passage from child to adult. Being circumcised is what earns one respect. They seems to have a vague idea of the health implications, or at least a vague idea is what the portray to us. We are told how they restrict the food a pregnant woman can have so the baby is underdeveloped, allowing for a less painful passage into the world. They describe the force they will use if the girls refuse and when one of the young men is asked if he would marry one of the female volunteers, he replies “only if she is circumcised”. They also tell us that removing a woman's clitoris helps control prostitution.

Then it is their turn to ask us about our culture. They ask how we tell our children from our adults. It is hard for us to explain that you are an adult when you start acting like one, so we give eighteen as the arbitrary age of an adult. The closest thing we think they can relate to is the Jewish Bar Mitzvah.

We leave, culturally rich from the experience but also with a real sense of how hard a human rights project on FGM will be. This does not bother us. We knew it would be difficult. It gives perspective, meeting with these Maasai with their traditions under a bright blue sky, miles from the closest town. As we walk back, we realise how privileged we are to be who we are, to have grown up where we did, but also how much we should respect these Maasai and the beauty that surrounds them.

NOTE: Sorry if the style of this post bugs people. Was just attempting something a bit new.

Wednesday 9 May 2012

These Boots Were Made For Walking


Walking has never been my deal. I mean, I like walking when I need to get from A to B and in Arusha I walk everywhere rather than take a dala-dala. However, walking for fun has never been on my list of priorities. Then came Projects Abroad's social to Moshi. Situated 80km east of Arusha at the base of Kilimanjaro, we had to meet at the office at 8:30 a.m. Earlier than at any other social. The first thing we did was stop of at a patisserie to get some bites for lunch. Being the quintessential English gentleman that I am, I let everyone else go first and there was not exactly a huge amount left when it became my turn, so I bought everything. Two vegetable samosas, two chicken pasties, a cheese pasty, two cheese croissants and a plain croissant. I figured someone else would have forgotten to buy food. The journey there was regular enough until we turned off the main road just before Moshi and began climbing the hill towards the coffee plantation we were to visit. The road was really steep and the previous night's rain had not helped matters. Multiple times everyone was required to disembark and the lads had to push, here is a tip though: when pushing a bus, do not stand behind the exhaust. When we finally reached our destination, it was lunch time and sure enough people had forgotten to buy food. We had a short demonstration of Chagga tools to grind coffee and maize, as well as their drinking gourds and weapons. It was not long before we were all handed walking sticks and sent on our way towards the waterfalls. The hike along the muddy paths took us past a bunch of trees with long thin leaves which our guide told us were, according to the Chagga, leaves of forgiveness. Any Chagga tribesman who receives one of those leaves must forgive the giver of any deed they have done to wrong them. Having given a leaf to one of the other volunteers that I'm usually a douchebag too, I can confirm that this does not necessarily work for wazungu (foreigners). After that we trekked further up the mountain, over streams and wooden bridges towards a small cave that the Chagga used to hide their cattle and women from the raiding Maasai. The cave was situated by a river, so that the noise of the running water would drown out any crying babies or loud animals. Entering the cave into the blackness we were only able to walk about ten metres in, but we were greeted by what seemed like hundreds of bats. They were hard to see in the darkness but you could feel them flying past your head and when I went to take photos, the flash from the camera would illuminate the cave allowing the group to get a glimpse of the sheer size and amount of bats in the batcave. After leaving the batcave, we headed to the waterfall. After another long hike, along muddy trails and many slip-ups later, we descended towards the bottoms of the waterfalls. It was not exactly Niagara but the waterfalls were pleasant enough and some of the volunteers even went for a swim in the cold water.

When we made it back to the coffee plantation we ate some more and were given the chance to grind and roast our own coffee, which was interesting and meant we could enjoy a cup of real coffee, a strange luxury in a country where one of the major exports is coffee. We were also entertained by some dancers showing us traditional dances and we were also invited to take part. Finally, we were given some banana beer to try. It was a lumpy, white liquid which had a slightly sour taste. It was not terrible but I would not be able to make it through a whole pint of that.

Not content with a whole day of walking at Moshi, a group of volunteers decided to go trekking up some hills on Tuesday 1st May. We took a dala towards Usa River and got off near Nkoaranga where we met up with some Swedish volunteers from another company. In order to get to our starting point we had to pile thirteen volunteers into an estate, no easy feat in a car where the windows were transparent plastic and which broke down half way up the hill. However, we managed to arrive at our destination in one piece. We began the trek up the hill immediately and, although the path to the top was dryer than at Moshi, it was steeper and more difficult. Trekking up the hill was a long, sweaty affair but the views on the way were great, albeit marred by the hazy Tanzanian morning.

Once we neared the top, we came across a small farming village, remotely situated on top of this hill, and had to pass through an old couples land in order to continue. He kindly offered to show us the way forward and when we had passed we were again led in the right direction by some local children using the little Kiswahili we knew to ask for directions. The view from the top was great but the rain clouds were moving in and hunger got the better of us as we made our way down via the road before heading to Tanz-hands. Tanz-hands is situated just west of Usa River and is a residential rehabilitation centre for disabled Tanzanians. There, they help them create a sustainable living by making items for sale to the public. Additionally, they have a nice little café where one can order food that is cheap, delicious and the all the money gets pumped back into making the lives of these people better. I had half a feta cheese toastie and a ham, cheese and tomato roll with some coleslaw and a chocolate and peanut butter milkshake, followed by pancakes and ice-cream for dessert. All for about £8. I love Tanzania.

Saturday 5 May 2012

We Apologise For The Interruption, Normal Service Will Resume Shortly.

Haven't been blogging lately due my laptop charger being out of commission. That and because I'm having such a great time here, finding time to write a blog is difficult. However, normal service will resume soon as I have loads to write about. Until then...

Friday 27 April 2012

Nanja Secondary School Visit


So an update on the human rights project is probably due since the last time I talked about it was over a week ago. Last Thursday, the two other volunteers and I joined two members of HIMS and headed to Nanja Secondary School, a Maasai school an hour and a half outside Arusha, in order to discuss the issue of female genital mutilation (FGM) with some Maasai girls. Set, just off the highway to Dodoma, the school sits in the middle of a vast plain, with the school buildings scattered about and a volleyball court sitting with a football pitch in the centre of the school.

When the introductions were done, we began to talk with the sixty or so girls who were about fourteen or fifteen about the issue of FGM. The first questions was if anyone supported the practice and, not surprisingly, not one hand was raised. We assumed that all were against the practice but it could be that some were not willing to show their support for it in front of the other girls. We followed up with the 'why' question. The answers were those of educated young women: loss of blood, psychological implications, transmission of HIV. We then asked them what their male peers thought of the practice. They replied that some of their male friends were against it but the decision makers in the tribe were all men who supported the practice. We were immediately suggested to go and speak to the leaders of the clans in order to tell them to educate the young men of the clans. However, most felt that their male counterparts supported circumcision and want their wives and daughters to be circumcised as it is their culture.

We then began asking questions in order to find out the prevailing attitudes towards FGM from the girls and what they thought the solution was. The girls spoke remarkably good English and one of the more vocal girls was quick to stand up and give her account of what she thought needed to be done. She argued that there are things in Tanzania that women wanted eradicated, the two main ones being FGM and forced marriages. She suggested that education was the key to stopping FGM and said that, for those who supported the practice in order to keep their culture, “culture is dynamic”. After, we asked about whether the girls were circumcised or not, some were and some weren't. Focusing on the ones that had not been circumcised yet, we asked them if they had any plans as to what would happen when their time came. A few had plans to run away and find NGOs and other authorities who would be able to help them but many others were resigned to having it done to them without their own consent. Some said that they would have it done in order to be respected within their society and were unwilling to fight it due to the lack of support from others within their clan especially the elders, who are all male and pro-circumcision. She said the only thing that gained a girl respect, other than circumcision, was education, secondary school at least and beyond to university.

There were brighter stories though regarding what they would do to find a husband without being circumcised, with one telling us that her tribe does not force them to marry within their own tribe so she could marry someone who did not support the practice of FGM. Another told us she would become a Catholic nun as a solution. When we asked how they would be able to escape the circumciser if they came suddenly to prevent her running away and one girl told us that there was a long period of celebration leading up to the ceremony and that she would use that time to educate her parents in an attempt to get them to stop the ritual.

Another point that kept cropping up as a way of circumventing the ritual in terms of respect and marriage prospects was education. A girl told us that many Maasai parents did not want their daughters to be educated and celebrated when they received bad marks. My final question to them was where else in the world was FGM practised. One girl said Kenya although she got the type of FGM incorrect, another said America.

Unfortunately, time ran out and we had to return to town but we had found the day useful even if it did not really tell us much that we had not already been told. It was nice to hear it from the girls themselves, though. The truth of it is that these are extremely well-educated girls, whose English was extremely impressive who know about the health implications of the practice and are able or willing to fight against the practice in their own tribes. Some may go to university and become professionals through which they will be able to gain respect and a significant dowry for their family. Although some of these girls will inevitably fail in their quest to educate their parents and elders, a large majority will probably not even attempt to resist. Additionally, none of those girls we interviewed will ever be major decision makers in their tribes. It is the young men, the leaders of the next generation that we must engage with and educate.

Sunday 22 April 2012

Projects Abroad World XI 3 - 1 Father Renatus' Engikaret Select

Revenge, a dish best served cold, was the order of the day as the Projects Abroad World XI cruised to a 3-1 victory over Father Renatus' Engikaret Select at the Arusha Stadium.

The flat pitch and cooler conditions worked in the World XI's favour as Remzi Sipahi put them in front in the first half with a spectacular drive from the edge of the box. After the break Kevin Wong doubled the advantage with a neatly placed shot and added a third later in the game. The Engikaret Select team were able to grab a consolation goal late in the second half but it was not enough to begin a heroic comeback.

The Projects Abroad World XI made a few changes to their team with the additions of three new players. Moses Phineas replaced Kevin Wong in goal while, Wong moved up front alongside another new face in the form of Bert Hoeksema. A third debutant began the game with Marcus Jansson taking the place of the departed Erik-Jan Meulenbrugge.

The Projects team lined up: Moses Phineas (GK), Chris Kammerer (SW), Marcos Rodriguez (RB), Baraka Mbise (CB), Marcus Jansson (LB), Jon Lambrecht (CM), Remzi Sipahi (CM), Regan Sirali (CM), Bert Hoeksema (RF), Kevin Wong (CF), Ian Baxter (LF)

Substitutes: Tim Leenstra

The Projects team decided to stick with their 1-3-3-3 formation that had conceded five goals in one half in their previous game, the side obviously putting faith in their pre-match preparations. Playing a sweeper in the form of Kammerer complemented their very narrow defensive shape and the improved positional and tactical understanding appeared to sure up their previous frailties.

The game began in the Engikaret Select's favour, though, and they dominated the early possession, as well as the majority of the referee's decisions. The first incident of note was an unpleasant one as Baxter and Lambrecht were involved in a sickening collision after a breakdown in communication when going for a high ball, the former coming off worse, clutching his ribs. Baxter soldiered on, hwoever, and was on the receiving end of another heavy challenge that left him prone on the ground clutching his side. Leading by example, he gritted his teeth and got straight back into the game.

After 15 minutes the tide seemed to turn in the World XI's favour as they began to find their passing game. Phineas was proving to be an astute signing as he dealt capably with any balls that came in his direction. Pressing forward, trying to take advantage of the Engikaret Select's high defensive line, the World XI began to carve out a few chances with Wong, Sirali and Sipahi failing to significantly trouble the goalkeeper. Hoeksema, however, was beginning to find joy down the right hand side and was starting to find his range with a couple of dangerous low balls into the box, forcing the Engikaret Select's goalkeeper into action. It was from one of these crosses, that the Engikaret defender could only direct into Sipahi's path, that the breakthrough came. Sipahi managed to crash a first time driven shot high into the roof of the net, leaving the goalkeeper flapping at thin air long after the ball had passed him.

The World XI began to march on from there, the flat pitch favouring their midfield as they were able to twist and turn past their opponents before finding teammates in space. Two further chances fell to Wong in the first half, a golden chance appearing after a cute through ball from Sipahi was met by Wong's left foot only for him to skewer his shot from an acute angle across the goal towards the corner flag. A second chance fell to the same player as a high ball into the box was allowed to drop but the new striker rushed his volley and could only send the ball back into the air as the Engikaret defender headed it away.

The second half continued as the first half had finished with Leenstra, on for Sirali, Lambrecht and Sipahi controlling the midfield while Baxter and Hoeksema switched flanks as Wong ran the channels. The warning signs were there as Sipahi found Wong, almost immediately from the restart as he broke through the offside trap but disaster was averted by a fine tackle from the Engikaret Select defender. However, moments later Sipahi found Wong in acres of space, with a great ball over the top, as the Engikaret offside trap began to crumble. Wong closed in on the goal and placed his shot from the right hand side of the area beyond the keeper's reach hitting the back of the net in off the far post.

Fortunately for the World XI, and for Wong, the Engikaret Select defenders failed to learn from that goal and moments later, in a carbon copy of the first pass, man-of-the-match Sipahi, once again, found Wong beyong the last defender and, racing clear, Wong was able to side foot his shot high towards the near post, although he was lucky as the keeper should have done better to stop the shot going though his hands for Wong's second and the World XI's third.

The rest of the game passed in much the same fashion although fatigue set in and Wong was unable to convert his chances into a third goal and the hat-trick remained out of reach, his left footed miss in the first half coming back to haunt him. Leenstra and Sipahi continued to boss the midfield and the back four remained most solid after an assured performance from Kammerer, Mbise and Rodriguez. The star of the defensive performance was the debutant Jansson as he showed excellent positioning and a calm head when bringing the ball out of defense, after a shaky start. The only blip on the performance being Engikaret Select's consolation goal as the usually magnificent Phineas spilled a shot into the path of the onrushing Engikaret striker who slammed the ball home.

The Projects Abroad team should be deservedly proud of their performance in front of an excellent home crowd and will look to march on from this victory as rumours of an invitational tournament in May surfaced after the match. The new formation and fitness regime seemed to gel well with the home turf. One key issue for the Projects team, however, will be how they are going to prevent two time man-of-the-match Sipahi, who finished today with a goal and two assists, from being tempted by a big money move. Immediately after the game, rumours of interest from Barcelona and Real Madrid were rampant on social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter. Sipahi quickly moved to distance himself from the rumours, while not totally ruling out a move, stating "playing with Barcelona would be a dream job but for now my heart's with Projects Abroad and I can't picture myself in any other jersey."

Monday 16 April 2012

Eurotrip Anyone?

So, a week since my last blog. In that week the human rights project has taken on a new direction. Leaving behind Morombo as our focus, we are attempting to build a project around the practice of Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). I will spare the gruesome details but you can probably work it out. If not, Google it. On Tuesday, we met with the man in charge of the HIMS FGM programme based in a health clinic in Ngaramtoni which aided victims of FGM. He gave us a brief overview of the vision and mission of HIMS and the work they carried out in relation to FGM. We were given an introduction into what FGM entails and the physical and psychological effects of it. It was pretty harrowing stuff but the rest of the week has consisted of research on the internet into FGM and the organisations that are already acting in order to eliminate this terrible ritual.

Progress has been slow and we need to seriously step up our efforts in order to make this project work.Today we met with a group of women who have themselves rejected circumcision and were able to ask some questions about the procedure and the way we can combat the practice but it was not as productive as I thought it was going to be, much of which can probably attributed to my lack of preparation so I'm going to have to make my own efforts greater.

More has been happening on the social side of things though. On Monday a few volunteers went back to the hot springs as some of them missed the first trip. Yet again, I forgot to take my camera so was unable to get any pictures. Next time! Anyway, I had just as much fun the second time as the first but it was much busier which many more people taking advantage of the Easter holiday. Thursday was the social at Herbs & Spices, an Ethiopian restaurant, which was excellent, especially the lentils. Via Via after and then a care outreach at Cradle of Love orphanage on Friday. I was only able to go to this due to someone dropping out as there were a limited amount of spaces and it was a great experience playing with the children and hearing their stories about how they ended up in the orphanage. We were introduced to some twins who had only arrived that week and when we were told the story one of the medical volunteers had worked at the hospital where the mother had died giving birth to them. We were able to play and feed the children and when we were called to go it seemed like the hour had passed in a flash.

That evening I headed out to eat with some of the volunteers and we had curry, which I have missed almost more than sushi! I had a mutton curry with rice and a garlic naan which was heaven, all for under ten pounds. The Saturday we headed to the Snake Park, which was a little bit disappointing and headed to Empire in the evening. Every time I go there on a Saturday, I tend to like it less and less. I much prefer Via Via as a venue, even if the clientele and prices are not anything to boast about. Anyway, we were celebrating last nights out in Tanzania for five of the volunteers, which sucks. It has only been a month and a half but I still feel like I'm losing some really great friends. Its similar to when we had some Aussie exchange students back in my second year of uni. Three months but felt like it should have been a lifetime. Here, in Tanzania, most of the volunteers are really close as, I suppose, everyone must have come here for similar reasons and are like-minded. One meets people from all over the world while volunteering and sometimes the sad fact is that one may probably never see them again. However, with the world so engrossed in social media, it has become easier to stay in touch and when you compare the size of America or Australia to the size of Europe, where many of the volunteers are from, it shouldn't be too hard to stay in touch. So I guess it's goodbye for now as I plan my Eurotrip visiting friends in France, Holland, Belgium, Germany, Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Anyone wanna join me?