Friday 27 November 2009

Sleep out night for Simon Homeless Community!


It only seems like yesterday that I got home from volunteering in Africa!! Anyways I've decided to get the ball rolling on raising some funds for the homeless this Christmas. Ireland has an estimated 5000 homeless people living on the streets with a staggering 10% of them Children!!
Here's the link to the info on the sleep out which some of you may have read in the local papers etc.
www.realboyle.com/sleep.pdf
So far I have 23 other volunteers participating in this project. If you would like to get involved or know anyone that would, then please get in contact with me. The more people = more money = less hungry cries for food come Christmas day!
Ciao!

Wednesday 26 August 2009

Viva Las Vegas!

It seems like an age since I got back from Africa...time does actually fly! Anyways, my next trip abroad is back to the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas on September 10th!
This will be my fourth trip to Sin City in as many years and like every other time....I'm really looking forward to it.
This year there will be 7 of us heading over for 11 days or NIGHTS(whichever way you look at it). Obvioulsy the main theme will be Poker, but also we will hire out a car and take a trip back to death valley for a night or two.
After spending a month last August in Vegas and California to spending three months in East Africa then back to Vegas again.....its a huge contrast in the way of life.
But in saying that, I'm fortunate to have sampled life in one of the poorest parts of the world and also one of the richest.
Anyways, its nice to be heading away again for a few days of guaranteed crazy unbearable heat :)
Ciao!

Sunday 19 April 2009

Slideshow on Youtube

I’ve just finished a short slideshow and posted it up on youtube. Its seven minutes short, or long depending on what way you look at it :)! With over 8,000 photo’s from the trip its difficult to keep any slideshow under the ten minute mark.

Anyways, I hope you like it.

Saturday 18 April 2009

Back home!!

Well its been a rollercoaster of a three months and we got back home yesterday, much to the surprise of our family and friends. We had told them all along that we would be home on the 23rd April, so you can imagine their surprise when we showed up out of the blue.
We left Kampala Sunday week and instead of travelling the way we came, we decided to go a different route and one that didn't take us five days! The route went Kampala, Nairobi, and then Arusha. It took 21 hours straight and involved three different countries(Uganda,Kenya and Tanzania) and two border crossings.
We arrived in Arusha and stayed in the same hostel we were in for the first half of our trip. We wanted to revisit and surprise the pupils and teachers in Meru view school, but when we arrived we found out that the school was on a month long Easter break, which was a pity. But we soon found ourselves another project to dig into for a few days; namely "Future Happiness". This is an orphanage/home/school in which fourteen girls from the age of seven to thirteen live and learn some education. They are looked after by a local lady who uses here home to care for them. The set up is excellent with the girls having a great loving place to live and a simple but effective classroom in which to learn in. They have a teacher who comes by for a few hours each day. We met up with this wonderful girls everyday for a week and had such an amazing time. They are so respectful and gracious for what they have in life and for the opportunity of living in a home that has structure and substance. It would be very easy to think if you visited the orphanage and didn't know it was indeed an orphanage, that its a loving home where the mother has fourteen children. It really is an amazing set up and compared to other places we've visited and heard of, the children in Future Happiness are very lucky.
Funding for the project is in the form of sponsorships from people all over the world, who has visited and wanted to help. The money is been used in the correct manner and the girls are really having a chance in life.
During the week we visited them we created a few mini projects for ourselves to do during the evenings at the hostel. We created the Alphabet on cardboard and glitz them up with stickers and colours before getting them laminated so that they would last. They were very pleased with this addition to their classroom wall. We also got a recipe for making cookies using flour,sugar,jam, and butter, and we spent one afternoon making cookies with them, which they absolutely loved doing. We also arranged a day out for them in which we hired a mini van(dala dala) and took them all out for a buffet style dinner a walk around a park. This was a very rare treat for them to all get outside the confines of their school/orphanage. You could really see that they were so excited about going for a spin in a bus.
We said our goodbyes to them last Sunday and boarded a bus headed for Dar Es Salaam which was a ten hour journey away. We wanted to head to the Zanzibar Islands before we left Africa. Zanzibar is located off the coast of Tanzania and can be reached by ferry, which we took early Tuesday morning. The ferry took a nice short two hours and were looking forward to two days of relaxation at the beach. Zanzibar as you can imagine is all white sand beaches and gorgeous blue skies. It really seemed like paradise to us. Unfortunately for me and because of the larium, I was unable to go out in the sun for long. But still, this didn't dent the fact that we were in an exotic location. I could go on describing Zanzibar but I'll let the photo's below describe the setting.
We left Zanzibar Thursday morning headed back to Dar es Salaam. We went to the airport and boarded first of three flights back to Dublin. Our route was Dar to Doha(Qatar), Doha to Gatwick, and Gatwick to Dublin via Qatar Airways, which may I add was like a 5 star hotel with wings! On the plane I felt like Tom Hanks in that movie "Castaway", after been away from technology and comforts for years. I was a child in the plane...touching buttons and laughing at the fact that everything was so clean.
The total trip back to Boyle including the train from Dublin took thirty six hours. But it didn't seem long at all. By that stage we were well accustomed to travelling long hours.

Below are a few photo’s from when we arrived back in Arusha and also a few from Zanzibar.

When I get settled in a day or two I’ll post my final update on the Trip with my thoughts about my three months in Africa.

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Ciao

Tuesday 7 April 2009

A few stories

Ok so we've been taking our anti-malaria tablets for the past twelve weeks(one per week) and although it hasn't sent us crazy or anything, it has certainly taken its effect on me in a few ways. The most noticeable one been nightmares. Although I do suffer from the odd nightmare like everyone else, I've had a big increase since taking the Larium tablets. This was too be expected though, as there are quite a few potential side effects from taking Satan's pill as its called! A couple of nights lately I've been convinced that Sanyu babies home(orphanage) is actually an animal zoo and there are crazy monkeys trying to escape from it. I woke Florence up one night to let her know that the mad monkeys were "out to get us". Another night, I awoke and jumped up out of the bed...nearly killing myself in the mosquito net(thought I was a fish been caught by a fisherman), and proceeded to look under the bed for squirrels, which I both heard and saw(in my head of course)!!
Another night I woke up convinced that I had a dogs mouth and started to bark. Needless to say Florence was both terrified and shocked at this behaviour! These are just a few examples of the crazy dreams that I've been having, and that I can only attribute to taking Larium. The dreams/nightmares seem so real.

Another side effect that I've developed is a huge increase in photo sensitivity to the sun. This has never happened me before as normally I would just go brown after been exposed to the sun. But since we came on this trip, I've only gotten extremely burnt, even with sun cream applied. Also my skin goes all blotchy and comes out in a white/red rash. Again it has to be attributed to Larium.

But at the end of it all, if the Larium does it's job then it will be worth it. So far I've gotten bitten by mosquito's well over 150 times(yes I've been counting). One night alone in Dar Es Salaam I got 36 bites. Destroyed wasn't the word, and all I wanted to do was scratch myself with sandpaper!

We heard a funny story Paddys day when we went out with a few Irish girls for a meal. We were joined by a German doctor called Hans, who was also doing some volunteering work in Kampala. He told us that he heard this story from a man who was very high up in the Guinness brewing business in Dublin...and that the story is in actual fact true.
Anyways, it relates to the reason why Guinness in Ireland tastes so much better than anywhere else in the world!
What he said was that during the fermentation process, there are big holes left in the top of these huge containers(holding Guinness) and that rats climb into these containers(attracted by the smell). The rats obviously drown, and after some time they disintegrate! Now he said that this gives Guinness its unique "smooth" texture and that its a result of these rats :)!! He also said that in every pub in Ireland that has a Guinness tap, there is a filter at the end of the tap(just before the Guinness reaches the glass, and that this prevents any debris from entering the glass, such as a "tooth" or "nail" that didn't disintegrate! We laughed when he told us this, but he was very adamant that it was true.

I did also mention that people here have rubber necks on them. When I say "rubber necks", I mean that they would be walking south and facing north! They make no shame in letting you know that they are extremely interested in your business. For example the other day, I was showing a taxi driver(motorbike) on my phone the name of a place that I wanted to go to. As he was trying to read it, I looked behind me and there were no less than five random strangers all peering over my shoulder trying to see what was on the phone!!! I tried to hide the phone, like you'd see a kid in school doing to his copybook if he didn't want his friends copying him :)!! Very funny to see. Another time, we were walking down a side street, and there were about 20 men all standing outside a shop on their tiptoes, again trying their hardest to see what was going on inside. We thought it must be something serious to warrant all this attention, but it turned out only to be a 12 inch T.V screen that captured their attention. Man U were playing Chelsea, and it was a week after they actually played...so it was a re-run! :)
The local men absolutely love football. Favourite teams are the obvious ones. Grown men will have screen savers of Ronaldo on their laptops and mobile phones, which is very funny in internet cafe's when a guy opens his laptop and theres Mr.Ronaldo or Beckam on the screen saver. Well I thought it was funny anyways.

Ladies of the night(I don't need to explain this one) line the streets at night time. Nothing unusual about seeing that except that its very freaky when they approach you. One night I went out to get some water, and my Mzungu white skin must have glowed like a fluorescent bulk because suddenly there were four creatures of the night around me offering discounted services. To say I was very uneasy would be an understatement...especially when you see needles sticking out of their handbags. I managed to swerve my way out of that particular hairpin to a pit stop around the corner, where I sought refuge and planned an alternative way back to our flat. Not funny at the time though but I laughed afterwards.

So thats all for this update. Our volunteering work in Sanyu babies home is going well. We have definitely made a slight difference to the staff and the little ones. I'll have a few more photo's up next week.

Ciao

Monday 6 April 2009

African Rucksack 101

Since I don't have any news to report on the past few days, I thought I'd share the contents on my rucksack that I brought with me to Africa.
In the past whenever, I've gone traveling, I've always brought a huge suitcase or a 115 liter rucksack...which was massive. For this trip I limited it to a 50 liter one, and Flor managed to fit all her stuff into a 45 liter one! And I also brought a 20 liter daysack(which I compressed into my main rucksack.
Its true what they say; "pack what you think you'll need, then throw out half of it"!

So here's the contents of my rucksack, broking up into Clothes, Gadgets, Medicine and Miscellaneous.

Clothes
  • 1 pair of sandals,
  • 1 pair of trainers,
  • 2 pairs of socks,
  • 2 T-shirts,
  • 2 shirts,
  • 2 pairs of pants/combats
  • 4 pairs of jocks
  • 1 thermal long sleeve top,
  • 1 rain jacket,
  • 1 sleeveless top.
With the exception of the rain jacket and the sleeveless top all the clothes were made out of quick drying material, and also have a wicking(carries moisture away from body) effect. They also compress into a very small size, so they were convenient for traveling. There was also a anti-microbial substance in the clothes which kept them from smelling.....and they do work....I proved it :)

Gadgets

  • Mini Panasonic camcorder(size of a packet of cigs)
  • A SLR camera(1 lens) and a compact camera.
  • Mini Laptop(writing up blogs, and watching movies)
  • Mini hard-drive with 60 movies burned onto it. Also used for making a double copy of all our photo's, incase I ever lost the laptop and vise versa.
  • External speakers(listening to movies)
  • Ipod
  • Nintendo DS+game card with 60 games(a life saver for long distances on buses...believe me)
  • Phone
  • Adapter plug.
The Nintendo DS really was a great purchase as it made long journeys that bit more tolerable. We had one each so it also meant we could play against each other on certain games. You may think its a bit childish but there are some great puzzle games available for it. The laptop also allowed us to watch movies whenever the boredom got too much in the evenings, or when there was no T.V available.

Medicine

  • Anti-Malaria tablets(Larium) Crazy stuff....no wonder its nicknamed Satan's pill!
  • Painkillers(Ponston)
  • Antibiotics(Ampicillin)
  • Valium(havn't had to use these so far :)
  • Anti-Fungal cream
  • Motilium
  • Arret(Diarrhoea)
  • Bandages and plasters.
All the above kept in a small medical pack.


Miscellaneous

  • Travel towel(100% a definite for any trip. 5 uses out of it before you need to wash it. Soaks up to 10 times its weight, and have anti-microbial agent in it to prevent bacteria etc building up. Compact.
  • Knife(a big 4 inch blade one I brought with me. It also had a bottle opener on other useful tools on it. We used it for everything, from eating and cutting wood. Very handy here in the flat in Kampala when you don't have a sharp knife.
  • Travel line(very handy for drying clothes overnight in hostels etc)
  • Travel sink plug
  • Sunglasses
  • Ducktape(we used this for mending clothes, hanging up curtains and 101 other things)
  • Notebook
  • Washbag(shaving gear, toothbrush etc)
  • Lonely Planet Guide
So that's what I've been traveling with. Everything fits. The only thing is that any books that I've bought and read, I've had to leave them behind because of space.

There are things I would do differently though for again. For example, we brought our money in US dollars, as we were told its the best way. But we know now that its not. We exchanged our Euros for dollars before we left, then changed them as we needed them to the different currency depending on where we were. But if we just brought the Euros with us, then we would have gotten alot more. We worked it out to be something like an extra $1000 we would have had to spend if we brought Euro instead of dollars.

I also wouldn't advise people to eat unrefrigerated
liver for breakfast like I did in Nairobi when we first arrived. :)

Ciao

Thursday 2 April 2009

Back in Uganda!

Well we arrived back in Kampala yesterday after a week in Kigali. We had a nice time there and although we visited the Orphans of Rwanda orphanage there for the week, we didn't feel like we were helping as much as we felt we should be. This was mainly due to the fact that the orphanage has alot of qualified staff and any amount of visiting volunteers(like ourselves). So our time there was mainly just chatting to the boys and girls who were living there. We got first hand accounts of what the genocide was like through the eyes of some of its survivors. Terrible stuff to be honest.

The journey back to Kampala was nothing short of a nightmare! It really was crazy and it was all due to the driver’s insane need for speed. We left Kigali at 5.30am Wednesday morning and within ten minutes after we got out of the city, I said to Florence that this is going to be a rough trip. For some reason the bus didn't take the same route as we came. The scenery was equally as beautiful as the sun was rising over the mountains, but the road was very, very bumpy. The driver was absolutely hammering his way along these twisty, dirt roads with no care for safety in the slightest. After a half an hour, the woman behind us started retching her stomach contents onto the window and was using the curtain to wipe her mouth! That will tell you how crazy it was, when even locals were terrified. There were babies on board the bus, whose mothers were strapping them to their chests as best they could. The putrid smell of vomit behind me, coupled with the stale air made me very nauseous. I spent the next two hours praying that I didn't get sick as I had nothing only my day back on the bus filled with books. I passed a bottle of water back to the woman behind me to try and help her feel better. After a while she eased up, but the smell remained for the whole ten hour journey.
After about 5 hours, we stopped for a scheduled fifteen minute break at a little station. We were no more than five minutes off the bus when the driver was blowing the horn and revving the engine for us all to get back in. One toilet for males and one for females, and here was this lunatic driver hammering on his wheel wanting us to hurry up.
However, someone along the way decided to ring the bus office, which was Kampala coaches and made a complaint about the driver. No it wasn’t us! This resulted in a heated argument between the driver, the conductor(collects tickets etc) and a few passengers outside the bus. We had no idea what was been said as it was in their language, but the driver was not a happy man. When he got back on the bus he face was white with rage! A funny site giving the colour of his skin :)
This did result however in the bus restarting as a decent speed, in which all of us were very relieved. However, this did not last!! Two hours later, the bus was racing through tiny villages and towns at a speed of at least 80 miles a hour. People at the sides of roads were just stopping in their tracks and looking and pointing at the bus. Others were trying to tell the driver through hand signals to slow the F down! People at the back of the bus(where we were) were trying to get up and complain to the staff at the front but it was way too dangerous and bumpy to stand up. The woman started puking again behind us. We arrived in Kampala after a ten hours of that mess of a journey.
When we got to the station, loads of people were going to make complaints, so we decided not to bother lining up in the queue.

We got ourselves sorted in the same block of apartments as we had before we left, so things are fine again. We spent this morning up in Sanyu babies home again and its good to be back here. We can be more helpful here.

Apart from that we have nothing else to report. We haven’t long left on this trip so we are going to try and enjoy African life for the remaining time we have.

Ciao!

Saturday 28 March 2009

Rwanda – land of a thousands hills!

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Before I start this update, I want to say that its quite a long one compared to the rest of the entry’s. But if you take the time to read it, I think you’ll gain an insight into Rwandan life and it’s history.

We arrived here in Kigali last Tuesday evening after a surprisingly uneventful and smooth ten hour bus journey.

The first thing that strikes you as you enter Rwanda is the beauty of the scenery. It certainly lives up to its nickname of “land of a thousand hills”. As far as the eye can see, there were ravines lush with banana trees and bamboo shoots which created canopy’s of foliage. We passed constant stream's of people, women in brightly coloured dresses, swaying gracefully under the large parcels balanced on their heads, often with small babies tucked into shawls slung across their backs. Men pedalled what looked in some cases to be handmade bicycles which were draped with all manner of vegetables or other everyday items. Gaggles of smiling boys in baggy torn cotton shorts drove cattle over the hills. Just like every country in Africa, the women carrying banana’s on their head makes for a superb photo. However, understandably they are not fond of foreigners taking their picture, so I’ll have to get into sniper camera mode some day. The bus route was dotted with neat villages of mud-brick cottages, and in the distance the hills were pebble dashed with hundreds of small wood fires which gave off white spirals of smoke. The beauty of this landscape masks the poverty that lies beneath it. It was a very scenic journey from Kampala to Kigali and well worth the time it took to get there.

We got ourselves settled into a small hotel which was as you can see from the photo below….an “all in one” type of a room! Still it’s clean and does the job!

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Our home in Kigali!

The next morning we visited the British embassy(no Irish embassy in Kigali) and they recommended the orphans of Rwanda orphanage to us. So we went along to it and its alot more modern in structure than the place we volunteered in Kampala. The orphanage was set up as a result of the genocide in 1994. So there’s boys and girls here that were born as the genocide was taking place, but lost their parents. A high percentage of them are missing limbs and have horrendous physical scars from the massacre, and well as the obvious emotional scars. Its also an orphanage that takes in babies and kids that are found around the city(like sanyu babies home). It has good funding from what we can see and it provides a good home for those living there. We spend a few hours every day visiting and talking to the kids both young and old who stay there. Some of the stories would made you cringe. Really hard to believe what they people must have gone through. One thing we are not allowed in to the orphanage is any camera equipment, phones are electronic devices. We were told that no photo’s or video’s are allowed. We can understand the reasons why but we’re a little disappointed not the get a few photo’s to add to the blog.

Despite it’s natural beauty, it’s very hard to look at the country and not immediately associate it with the genocide of 94.
A UNICEF national trauma survey taken in 1995 states that;

  • 99.9% of children witnessed violence
  • 79.6% of children experienced death in the family
  • 69.5% witnessed someone being killed or injured
  • 57.7% of children witnessed killings or injuries with a machete
  • 87.5% saw dead bodies or parts of bodies

Wednesday afternoon we went to visit the Kigali Genocide memorial center as part of a bus tour of the city. The memorial center is like an educational museum that not only covers the events that happened during the 1994 genocide, but also extensively covers genocides that has happened in the past with Jews, Armenians and Cambodians. There are many shocking exhibits in the museum, but the one that really punctures the soul is the memorial dedicated to the lost children of the genocide. Children were specifically targeted during the genocide to effectively wipe out the next generation of Tutsis. The memorial to the children shows pictures of the victims and underneath is their name, age they were killed, favourite food (i.e. pizza), and some specific personality trait (i.e. loves to play with his father, wants to be a doctor when he grows up), and then at the bottom is states the manner in which he/she was killed; (i.e. smashed against the wall, hacked by a machete while drinking it’s mothers milk, or clubbed to death while witnessing his mothers death). It was absolutely awful to read and see these pictures. What must it have been like for those to actually witness it?

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250,000 victims of the genocide are buried here under the memorial center.

The memorial center also has short video clips of actual video footage taken during the genocide. It show’s men,women and children been hacked to death by machete’s, sticks and anything else that their murderers could use on them. Really disturbing video clips. The memorial building is built on top of a grave that hold’s the remains of exactly 258,000 victims of the genocide.

Its a deeply disturbing fact that after the holocaust happened the world said “never again”! However, as we know thisnever again scenario” surfaced many times since. I visited Auschwitz on two separate occasions last year as I was always interested in the holocaust, and I’ve read many books on both Auschwitz and the Rwandan genocide. 6,000,000 Jews were exterminated in four years during that holocaust, but 1,000,000 Rwandans were exterminated in 100 days during the 1994 genocide! Hard to imagine that 10,000 per day were slaughtered in that short time.

Just to give a quick background about the genocide, I will share my understanding of it from the books I’ve read and what I’ve learned... During the Berlin Conference of 1885, the participating European countries concluded that Burundi and Rwanda would go to Germany, while Kenya and areas of Tanzania would go to the British. Germany sort of lost interest in it and handed the powers to Belgium. When the Belgians came to Rwanda, they noticed a stark difference in the people who lived there-- one group of people were short and stocky, while the other group of people were extremely tall. The Belgians used this as a way to classify the Rwandans into two ethnic groups, the Hutus (short) and the Tutsis (tall). The ethnic classification was then printed on their identification cards, which later ended up being a grave tool for the collaborators of the genocide to easily identify the Tutsis.

Before the Belgians, the Hutu and Tutsis were different in socio-economic standards so it's not like the distinction between the groups didn't exist prior to the colonisation. However, the Belgians did favour the Tutsis, thereby offering more education and job opportunities to the Tutsis, strategically using this as a tool to mobilise and control the power they had in Rwanda. This was the start of resentment between the groups as the Hutus (who were the overwhelming majority of Rwandans) were placed second tier to the Tutsis. During the process of independence, the Belgians started to switch their favouritism to the Hutus, and started to give them more power, resources and opportunities. Once this happened, the power was held by the Hutus and thus they started to suppress the Tutsis in retaliation of the decades of suppression. Soon after, Tutsi guerrillas launched an attack and this was the initial start to the bloodshed between the two groups.

Tensions continued to be high between the Hutus and Tutsis, as the Tutsis felt that they had wrongly been discriminated against, but troubles reached an all-time peak when a plane carrying the Burundi and Rwandan presidents was shot down. Being that the Rwandan president at that time was a Hutu, road blocks popped up immediately after and the killings began instantly. Not only were the Hutu extremists (Interahamwe) killing the Tutsis, but normal, educated Hutus who never even committed a crime took part in the massacre, with neighbours killing neighbours, friends killing friends, and family killing family.

It wasn't like the Hutus immediately decided or one day woke up with this idea to massacre the Tutsis. The Interahamwe created a calculated plan to kill Tutsis by training Hutus on how to savagely butcher the Tutsis, creating a list of the Tutsis to target first, and by they hold these ceremonies every once in a while when they have recovered enough remains in the nearby villages creating a media campaign (mostly through radio and printed propaganda) that brainwashed the majority to look at the Tutsis as enemies, and that the only solution was to exterminate them, as well as Tutsi sympathisers, known as moderate Hutus.

It was such a brutal time in the world's history. It's shameful to accept that so many people turned a blind eye to it(i.e the UN), allowing nearly a million people to be massacred in a period of three months. Equally as shocking is that since the Hutus were now the favoured group by the colonisers, the French supplied the Rwandan government with a massive amount of weapons and money... and those weapons and funds were used during the massacre.

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Camp Kigali where 10 Belgian blue berets were killed as part of a plan to get the Belgian army to pull out of Rwanda. The bullet holes are clearly visible.

So we plan on staying in Kigali for a week only. We originally planned on staying here until it was time to travel back to Tanzania and head home, but we are going to head back to Kampala and to Sanyu babies home for another week or so. The orphans of Rwanda orphanage has many good aid workers there and therefore doesn't need the extra pair of hands. We feel that Sanyu babies home would benefit more from our help. So we head back there on Wednesday.

Kigali as a city is very different from Kampala or anywhere else in Africa that we’ve been to. Its very, very clean for a start. Keadue, back home in County Leitrim wouldn't stand a chance against this place in terms of cleanliness! There’s very little street poverty around the city center, but poverty is definitely prevalent in general outside and in the surrounding areas. Slums are widespread and clearly visible from all parts of town. English is not common at all here. In fact it’s predominately French that’s spoken here, along with Kinyarwanda. So the language barrier can be difficult at times. I studied French from my leaving Cert, but that was 13 years ago :)!

Food here is very nice, but expensive compared to Tanzania, Kenya and Uganda. Buffets are the norm in most places. The standard of the roads in the city are the best in Africa we were told. This is mainly due to the millions of dollars that the UN poured into Rwanda in the aftermath of the 94 genocide. Guilt money perhaps?!!

Our main mode of transport around the city is by way of motorbike…like in Uganda. But the major difference is that you must wear a helmet. You can’t get on one unless you wear one…which is great. You don’t get even get the option to use one in Uganda. This are more structured here. The day after we arrived I hopped onto the back of one to head into the city center and along the way a little 2/3 year old kid ran out from the side of the road. The driver wasn't looking at the road ahead of him and only for I screamed “watch out” I don’t think he would have avoided a collision! I nearly fainted with shock as the bike swerved around the child, but the driver was’nt bothered at all! Just another incident I’d say for these guys. He said that it was’nt his fault, that the mother should look after here children!

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Hotel des Mille Collins(the hotel that inspired the movie “Hotel Rwanda”)

The atmosphere in Kigali is very strange. So far I can’t put my finger on it. The people are extremely honest and in most cases kind and helpful. One thing that is frowned upon almost everywhere here is people like me taking out a big SLR camera a going hell for leather snapping photo’s. The beauty of the land is spectacular with it’s rolling hills making it something that you’d see in a postcard. But beyond what I see, I am confused more by what I don't see. There seems to be no evidence of the past, aside from the memorials, purple flags and pink uniforms, and I wonder if it's a real sense of forgiveness and moving on, or if it's a mask to hide the tensions and reality of what they are feeling or thinking? Kigali was the epic center of the nightmare that was 1994. There are countless men here with legs missing(both legs missing in many cases) and other scars from 94, but apart from that and the memorial center, there’s very little to suggest that anything bad happened here. I don’t know is that a good or a bad thing, but its definitely a strange atmospheric city!

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Ciao!

Sunday 22 March 2009

Not long left!

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We’ve entered the final third of our African adventure, and have only another day left here in Kampala, before we make the eight hour journey south and across the border into Rwanda.
We go to Sanyu babies home tomorrow for the last time before we leave on Tuesday.

The three weeks that we’ve spent in Kampala have been magnificent. We met so many nice people of all nationalities including Irish. We’ve seen so many sites and activities, some which were amazing and others which were very hard to witness.

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But the one experience that we will take away from our time here and the one that will stand out the most, is our volunteering time spent in the orphanage. Its difficult to describe what’s its been like. Words or even photo’s wouldn’t justify my thoughts to the extent I’d like to express.
All I know is that after seeing so many poverty stricken, helpless, starving orphans both on the streets and in the orphanage, that I realise how lucky I’ve been in life.
It doesn’t bear thinking about how some of lives of the kids in the above photo’s will turn out. Some of them were so badly malnourished when they arrived in the orphanage that the damage done already both mentally and physically would hinder any chance of leading a normal life.

Last week a little six/eight month old baby boy was found near the orphanage, abandoned on the side of a road. Left to die and fend for himself the boys cries were thankfully heard by someone who brought him to Sanyu babies home. They called him Benjamine. This is him;

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Another example is of a little girl called Martha. A similar story as Benjamine’s only that she was two years old when she was picked up and brought to the orphanage. She’s been there six months. She is so fragile, weak and small that would you hardly think she was two and a half years old. Her arms,legs,fingers are the size and skinnyness of a new born baby. Come dinner time and she’s in a league of her own. She wolfs down whatever’s in front of her and does so in such a cute manner that its hard not to smile. Here’s a few photo’s of Martha;

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This are just two examples of thousands of cases like this throughout Kampala alone. Its hard to imagine what it must be like.

Just now as I type this in our apartment, we hear kids screaming outside. We look to see whats going on. About seven or eight street kids are there begging on the road, with one girl in particular crying. We don’t know why she is crying, but her dress is half ripped off her back and she has no shoes(like the rest of them). God only knows what she’s frantic about, in a part of the world where gang rape is not only common, but a sad harsh reality of street life for these poor unfortunate kids.

I’ve also include two photo’s below which I took of what the streets here in Kampala are like concerning poverty and kids begging. These two photo’s were taken discretely, because I wanted to remember what it’s like for these children who live here. I have other photo’s but they would not be appropriate for posting up on the internet in my view.

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As I said earlier, words or photo’s don’t convey accurately the conditions here. You would have to experience it for yourself to really understand it. And even then you’d come home at night and wonder how unfair life is to some people.

So it’s off to Kigali in Rwanda next week for the last portion of our trip. We have to meet with the Irish embassey there when we arrive and sort out a placement with an orphange.

Genocide took place in Rwanda back in 1994 as ye all know. The effects of which are still very prevalent on the streets there we were told. We don’t know what to expect in Kigali but I presume it would be much the same as Kampala…maybe worse, who knows.

I’ve a few stories/observations from our three weeks here which include:

  • Guinness and rats!
  • The effects of Larium(anti-malaria drugs) on me.
  • The locals and their obsession with T.V and football
  • Rubber necks
  • Ladies of the nights(as they saying goes over here)

But I’ve save them for another post in a few days.

So my next post will be from Rwanda hopefully. Not looking forward to the eights hours on the bus but that will be nothing compared to the mammoth journey that we will have to take to get back to Dar es Salaam on the east coast of Tanzania to catch our flights back home!! Horrible thought, but I’ll end with a quote about travelling abroad…..

”A man travels in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it”!

ciao!

Saturday 21 March 2009

Rwanda next week!

We are nearing the end of our stay here in Kampala. We plan to cross the border into Rwanda next Tuesday...all going to African plan of course!
I'm just in the process of typing up another update with a few more photo's, so I should have that up by tomorrow evening at the latest.
Hope ye all had a great Paddy's day! Photo's from the realboyle website look very well.

Tuesday 17 March 2009

Paddy’s celebrations!


Happy St.Paddy’s day to everyone back home. I hope the day is good for the parade and that the guinness tastes even better!

We had our own celebrations for paddy’s day on Friday night last. We met a girl from Sligo who is working up in Northern Uganda as a volunteer and she informed us of the Irish embassy's paddy’s day celebrations here in Kampala. So the three of us went to the football game that was organised for Friday evening between the Irish and the English! This is an annual game that has been going on for the past five years and is sponsored by “bubbles O’Leary’s” Irish pub. The Irish won of course 1-0, but the game was anything but friendly, as you could imagine. A few heated moments and one of two Irish hotheads made the game all the more enjoyable to watch :)! Anyone could sit down on the Irish bench and play if they had shorts and trainers…both of which I didn't have with me unfortunately. It would have been a laugh to pull on a green O’Leary’s T-shirt! I forgot to even bring my camera so I don’t even have any photo’s.
So that night the three of us headed to O’Leary’s, where there was a ticket only party going on, complete with free Irish stew, an Irish band from Galway(that was flown especially over for the weekend) and free guinness!! There was Irish everywhere, was great to mingle and everyone was in great spirits. I decided that I’d drink guinness for the first time ever….I’ve tasted it before and hated it. So I necked three pints of it and it was lovely! Really liked it. But I left it at that, as I don’t fancy having anything that resembles a hangover here, especially with the heat. Plus I said that I would’nt go on a session until I get back home.
The craic was great in the pub, which had a big outside area as well as inside. The band were very good and played all the usual songs. You’d find it hard to believe that you were in Africa inside that pub as all the pub was exactly like an Irish pub. The furniture was shipped over from Ireland when the pub was been built, so it really did make for a good Irish atmosphere. We left at 1am but the party did’nt stop until the early hours we were told. There was also an official formal ball on the Saturday night as well as another party in the Irish ambassadors house in Kampala on Sunday, but we did’nt go to either of them as we would definitely had a mental hangover!

Here’s a few photo’s from the Friday night. The plaque that you see in the photo’s is the one the Irish team got for beaten the Brits!

So Saturday morning we decided that we would get the bus to Bujagali falls, which is a two hour bus journey away and stay the night there.
Bujagali falls is like a mini tourist resort and has bungee jumping, the worlds deadliest white water rafting and loads of quad biking adventures. From the photo’s below you can see a few grade 3 rapids in which you’d pass if you did the rafting. But there are loads of grade 5 rapids that are further down the river.

We wanted to do a full days quad biking, as that way we’d get to waste away a day and plus we’d get to visit loads and loads of small little villages and settlements that dotted the surrounding area. So Sunday morning we got kitted out and off we went. I’d a manual quad and Flor had an automatic. Our guide for the day was very friendly and we had a blast. We went to various town’s and villages and around every corner there were loads of kids running and waving at us. It was a very surreal experience with all these children running around the quads and shouting “how are youuuuuuuu”. Whenever we stopped for a break or photo’s, we were mobbed by the local children…who were fascinated with both our skin colour and our quads. I presumed that white people did not pass through their villiage that often.
The scenery was quite amazing to be honest, like something you’d see in a movie. Lush green fields with banana trees one side, pineapple and mango tree’s on the other and the brown copper coloured dusty road in the middle. A text book photo of Africa in my opinion. There was no better feeling that flying along those roads waving a the friendly locals and sensing the hot wind blow over the skin. A brilliant day and it lasted from 8am until 6pm! Needless to say the dust and dirt totally covered us from head to toe. Like pigs in shit as they say :)

We also went for a short boat ride Saturday and visited the source of the River Nile. Its the spot where the water from Lake Victoria pours into the river Nile and begins its 6200km journey up through Uganda, Sudan and exits into the Mediterranean sea in Northern Egypt. There’s nothing spectacular about the source of the Nile, just a plague or two and a few shops etc. Worth a photo or two though to say you were there…

So it was a busy weekend for a change, and a welcomed change it was!

Enjoy Paddy’s day all and I’ll have another update in a day or two.

Ciao

Monday 16 March 2009

A home away from home!!

It was a busy past few days for us in Kampala. We found a flat for a few days so I’ll tell ye about the craic with that!…..

The title by the way “a home away from home” is the motto of almost every hotel, lodge, guesthouse and restaurant in Kampala. I don’t know if they realise this or not :)

So we got ourselves sorted with an apartment :)! Its a basic flat in the middle of the city center, but to us its like the Bellagio, compared to where we’ve stayed so far!
Its a great commodity to be able to go to a supermarket and cook for ourselves over here. Eating out takes it toll on the good old digestive system, so this change will be greatly welcomed.

We went to the tourist office here in Kampala during the week and told them our situation and that we wanted to rent an apartment for a week or ten days. So Thursday afternoon, I got a call to say come up to an estate agents office, that we were going to be showed an apartment.
So when we arrived the gentleman said that his colleague was going to come by and bring us to the apartment block. The man arrived and he was an old man of about 70+ and wore a brown suit and had a big gold cross hanging down from his neck. He was really nice and informed us that he “knows” the people who own this apartment blocks. At first we assumed that he was a priest. However, we’ve come to realise that people over here are only nice and friendly if they want something(well the 99% of people we’ve met anyways!), and that they are not always WHO they say they are either….
Anyways, as we are walking into the block of flats into the reception area, the man points up to the sign above the entrance which says “Makatumba Suites”. At reception, he introduces us to another man and informs him that we are volunteers in Kampala and asks him “does he have anything suitable for us”. I asked the man behind reception how much was the flat that he was going to show us, and he didn't respond…he just looked at the man who brought us there with an awkward glance! We both thought this was strange that he wouldn't tell us how much the flat was!
So up to the flat we go, while the old man waits at reception. The flat itself is basic and clean…which was more than we could have hoped for. While we were looking inside it the guys phone rang and he walked outside the apartment to take it. Immediately I knew what was going on!
So when he came back in two minutes later, I again asked him how much the flat was per night. $45 per night he quirked back. Our budget is $35 per night so I replied that that’s all we would pay. $40 he said was the lowest he could give it to us. So I said that we wouldn't be taking it. We returned back down to reception where the old man was waiting to see “if we got a nice flat sorted”! We told him that our budget was $35 per night and that we wouldn't pay anything over that. He asked the fella at reception would he “kindly speak with his employer” and see what could be done for us good people volunteering in his city! Nothing could be done the man replied.
So the old man said that he would try and find us something as we “are such good people”. He wrote down his telephone number and signed his name as “
Dr.John Makatumba”!! Ring any bells? You don’t have to be a genius to figure out what this fella was at. He was pretending to be a little old man(which is was!) who went to church all day and had nothing else to do. But in actual fact he was the owner of this block of apartments who was trying to get as much money out of us Mzungu’s as possible. Does he really think that we are that brainless that we couldn't figure out from the big sign above the entrance gates and the reception fella not been able to give us a price while he was there and then signing his name as John Makatumba!

Anyways, to make a long story short…..I’m rambling again, we left the reception with his name and number. I told Flor that we would hear from Mr.Makatumba within 20 minutes! Sure enough ten minutes later the “doc” himself rings me and says that “he has talked the owner into giving us the apartment for $35 per night”!!!
One thing people in Africa hate is losing potential business. They will try and make a sale at any cost. So getting $35 per night was better than nothing Mr.Doc rightly calculated!
So we went back to reception and kindly thanked the little man for all his help and I also said to him to “thank the owner” for agreeing to the price!!
Hahaha….he didn't look too pleased I can tell you! He knew that we knew the story!!

So I’ve included a few photo’s below of our flat in which we’ll stay in for nine or ten days until we head off to Rwanda.
We initially had no cooker/oven, only two cooking rings(as you can see from the photo’s), but I went a asked that we have an oven….as us “volunteers need to eat”! We had one ten minutes later! :)

Tomorrow I’ll fill ye in on the weekends craic, which included an early Paddy’s day celebration party.

Ciao!

Saturday 14 March 2009

Sanyu babies home

Here are a few photo’s from the orphanage we volunteer at here in Kampala.

Already we have great memories of Kampala and the little one’s are a joy to be around. We really like it here in Kampala.

Wednesday 11 March 2009

Comment feature added to blog!

Finally after eight weeks of trying, I've finally cracked how ye can leave comments on the blog. I had to give it a bit of a face lift though in order to do this. It was my own fault as initially when I set up the blog I messed around with the HTML code on the template. And as my buddy John MacHale would say to me "don't go playing with HTML unless you know what your at"! Good advice :)

Anyways, feel free to leave a comment, question, suggestion or sly remark on any of the entries. I'll try to answer any questions you have.

Ciao!

Monday 9 March 2009

Our project in Kampala

“Every child has a name and a story; everyone has the right to health, learning and protection, the right to their full potential and the right to participate in the shaping of their world”

UN Press Summary, The State of the Worlds Children 2002.



So last Wednesday we got ourselves sorted with a volunteer project here in Kampala. We had two contacts arranged for volunteer work.....Sanyu babies home and compassion international(more about this later!)

Anyways we started in Sanyu babies home last Wednesday. This is an orphanage that cares for up to 50 abandoned and parent less babies. Their ages range from newborn to 4 years. The children are found in many varied places; from maternity wards, and hospitals; outside houses and, police stations; in taxis, and taxi parks; to rubbish dumps, pit latrines, and often just by the side of the road. We've seen this poor babies and children lying at the side of the roads, waiting and hoping to be picked up and fed.

When a child is brought into the orphanage, efforts are made to find their parents or extended family but in most cases this proves unsuccessful. The main objective of Sanyu Babies Home is to see the children resettled back into the community with relatives or with foster families. Some of the children at Sanyu are fostered and adopted into local and overseas families, the other children move onto other homes and orphanages as they get older.

So, volunteers are greatly welcomed by the orphanage as you can imagine. There are full time staff there who are qualified in certain areas. But you don't need to be qualified to feed, play with and wash children, so thats what we help do. Volunteers are allowed stay and help from 8am till 1pm monday to friday.

Our typical day starts with helping the staff bath and play with the 18 babies that are currently under the age of three. For a man who finds children alot of hard work, I've adapted very well over the course of the past 7 weeks. When you see a baby in a malnourished and neglected state laugh...it would melt your heart. Its tough to imagine how their life will manifest itself from this early age, with so little and no one to bear responsibility for them. They sit in the kindergarten area for a few hours every day and get fed, washed and if their are enough volunteers - played with individually. Their emancipated bones stick out like rocks on a barren hillside, but their smiles and play full happiness are amazing to witness.

After playtime, we help feed them. Their dinner is a small portion of mashed potatoes with some soup mixed through it and some sort of baby milk afterwards. They eat this at a speed that would make someone like me who eats very fast, look very slow. Their are usually alot of tantrums at this stage as a few hungry hands go robbing neighbours food when their own is finished!

When dinner is over, we help bath and change them before they are put to bed for an afternoon nap....which is around the 1pm time.

Its hard to imagine, but we do be mentally wrecked come time to go. We can only imagine how difficult it must be for the full timers who are there around the clock. Its emotional stuff to be honest and it takes alot out of you both physically and mentally. We have saturdays and sundays to ourselves.

We are staying in Kampala for three weeks in total and then we will move to Kigali in Rwanda to volunteer there.

Helping out at an orphanage like this is not only rewarding, but a real life experience. To see life through the eyes of an abandoned child is truly humbling and life affirming.

Regarding the other organisation that we had a contact for....Compassion international. This seemingly is a big enough worldwide group, although I never heard of them before or either did Florence. Needless to say, after our meeting with one of their representatives, I had heartburn in my ears!

We went and met with one of their officers at the Kampala office last Tuesday(day before we started in Sanyu babies home).

We told the man, who was called Jackson about what we wanted to do and and what we had done already in Tanzania. He said that they are a Christian organisation and that they run different projects throughout Kampala as well as the rest of Uganda.

To be "allowed" to participate as volunteers however, we had to answer a few personal questions....if we didn't mind!! We said fire ahead.

First question: what religion are we? Catholic I promptly answered.

Second question: Whats the name of your church? St.Josephs church....obviously not the answer he was looking for, as he looked at me suspiciously! Maybe the correct answer was the Roman Catholic church...I don't know.

Third question: Are we a couple? Yes I replied.

Fourth question: Are we married? No I said as I smiled politely. Obviously another incorrect answer as Jackson looked very displeased at this response.

End of Interrogation!

We were told that we would be contacted the next day.......a phone call that we still haven't received, and do not wish to receive.

What a load of crap! We both knew exactly what this guy wanted to know. He wanted to make sure that we were of Christian/Catholic beliefs and hoping that we were married...before we would be considered to help out in any of their projects! I don't know if this has happened before, or is part of their policy over here, but its a complete disgrace.

So in order to give a helping hand to poor children and babies you MUST be a Christian believer?? It would be appropriate to also be married, because we are man and woman.....a couple...we must therefore be married? Ridiculous. 100% absolutely garbage. This man looked down at us because we were not married. Its not just me thinking this...Florence was there as well.

And also because I said St.Josephs church, which I don't think was the answer he was looking for, he probably thought that we were not Catholics...and just making it up because we wanted to help volunteer with them.

An absolute disgrace this is.

Sanyu babies home is also a Christian organisation. But were we interrogated when we arrived? No, we were welcomed with open arms and all that was expected of us was to sign in and out every day and give the babies as much help at we can...pure and simple. No questions about religion or marital status whatsoever!

And that's the way it should be full stop. I'm really baffled at the way we were treated, considering that we are volunteers, asking for no payment, and wanting to lend a helping hand in some of their projects. Maybe I should return to Jackson's office and demand why we were not contacted as promised by him.

Naturally religion should not come in the way of helping children out in third world countries. I'm not saying that this is the way in which "Compassion international" operate their business(well I hope not), but this man definitely did not entertain us after he found out we were not married, and he probably suspected wrongfully that we were not Catholics....which should be not big deal either. We were there to help and instead got interrogated. Good luck to that I say.

So I got that rant off my chest :)!

No other news really. We are going to head to a little town on saturday, which is about two hours away. Its called Jinja. Its more of an adventure town and is the source of the river Nile! So there's white water rafting, bungee jumps and quad biking trips all to be had there. The quad bikes are definitely getting a good doing. I love them. We went for a quad bike safari through the Sinai desert in Egypt two years ago and it was the brilliant craic. So looking forward to that.

Have a few funny observations about African life that I'll give its own update sometime soon.

So hope everyone is keeping well and thanks for everyone so far for the texts messages and words or support and wisdom :)

Chat with ye in a few days again.

Ciao!

A local tradition

I had this entry typed up from a few weeks ago while I was in Tanzania, but for some reason I forgot to publish it........

Its been said that if you get invited to the home of an Tanzanian(or indeed any African) that its both a great honour and experience to you and your host.We have been lucky enough to have gotten four different invites to such an occasion. We did our research and were prepared for the local traditions that awaited us.

Basically when you are lucky enough to get invited to spend an evening at someones home, its bad manners to refuse...especially if your a foreigner like us. The Locals take great pride in inviting you to their home and unless you've got a pretty darn good reason not to go...you accept and be happy about it.
Taking small gifts for the family is in order. Men like tobacco or other such items, while women prefer anything that keeps down their household expenses, be it sugar, coffee, soap or a few loaves of bread! Kids of course love sweets, but you give them to the mother or else you'll end up getting mauled in the stampede that follows.
Make sure you leave a big hole in your stomach before you arrive at the house, as the hosts will more than likely make a big play out of the fact that your not eating enough, even though you probably have eaten twice as much as they have.
Before eating, one of the women of the house appears with a bowl, soap and jug of hot water to wash your hands with. Food is eaten by hand from a communal bowl or plate...though you may be presented with a plate and cutlery, its best if you try and eat with your hands as the gesture will be valued!
When eating, you ONLY use your right hand! Eating with the left hand as we found out is bad manners and this is because the left hand is seen as a "dirty" hand...associated with going to the bathroom and the likes :)

Ugali is the local staple. It is generally made from maize and water which give it a porridge like consistency, or a dough like substance. Vegetables or meat is usually also served with it.
The traditional method of eating ugali as a main course (and the most common in the rural areas) is to roll a lump into a ball, and then dip it into a sauce or stew of vegetables or meat. Making a depression with the thumb allows the ugali to be used to scoop, and to wrap around pieces of meat to pick them up in the same way that flat bread is used in other cultures. Ugali can also be eaten with a spoon or a knife and fork....although as I said already this is frowned upon.

So we have had this experience four times so far in the five weeks we've been in Tanzania. The first time was in a little village outside Nairobi with Beatrice(see early post). When the Ugali was presented to us and we had washed our hands with the provided bowl of water we picked up the knife and fork and started to dig in! The host started laughing and she kindly informed us that we have to eat the food with our hands! I looked at Florence and we both thought the same thing....."good old paddy's from Ireland"!!
Anyways, we survived our first taste of Africa.

The other three invites came from the three female teachers at our school, who were more than eager to invite us to their house. When I say house I mean its a single shed about 8 foot square located somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Cooking was done outside on small little charcoal fires along with the washing. Inside the room, they have their bed, a small knee high table and two/three stools for guests/visitors. Clothes were in a ball at the end of the bed..presumably a makeshift wardrobe. And another table held everything and anything from food, butter, jam, hair brushes, pictures and other personal items. At first we were saddened that the conditions that they lived in were so basic in contrast to what we've been accustomed to in western society, but after a while we forgot about it and saw that they couldn't miss what they never had.
We have been very fortunate to have experienced such hospitality. I've heard from people who have been living and working in Tanzania for months, that they've never gotten invited to a locals house to eat. Even Tanzanian co-workers haven't invited them over to their house(yet).
We hope that we get many more invites before we go home as its a nice alternative to spending the evening at the hostel squatting mosquito's on the porch.

I got some lovely photo's our our visits to each house and I look forward to putting them up online when I get a decent connection again that won't take hours to upload a small file.

ciao