Monday, May 17, 2010

Haiti Day 2

Waking up at 3:30am is not easy by far...

But driving for 20 hours through the mountains of Haiti is even harder...

I know what you're thinking...20 hours. Come on Jillian, that's being pretty dramatic! Nope, its a fact. 20 hours up in the mountains. We left at 4:10am and returned at 12am the following day.

I have often held myself to Burundian statements such as Burundi has no infrastructure. Burundi is ridiculously hot. Burundi has the worst roads...

That was until I came to Haiti...Haiti has the worst roads. HANDS DOWN. No competition. I wouldn't even call them roads...they are more like large footpaths covered with large white rocks and boulders. I have no idea how we made it through with only 2 flat tires--Yes, let me take a moment and pause there. We had two flat tires by 10:20 am, within 20 minutes of each other: There were flat tires, a broken side mirror, trekking through a foot of mud, driving through rivers...need I go on.

Quite the adventure.

Well let me hone it in on a couple of highlights from the trip.

We will start with coconuts.
I drank my first coconut. And lets say, drinking a coconut takes skill and I didn't have it. I was dripping the juice everywhere, down my face and into the mud. The whole village was watching and laughing at me. Tim told me that the guy who had given them to us had asked if it was my first time. Laughing stock...that's what I was. Perfect.



Cans of beans.
When you're on the road in the mountains with no street food one must provide their own means to eat. For us, this included cans of beans for dinner. I have to say, the three of us were quite a sight sitting in the truck, opening cans of beans out the window and trying to keep them from plopping out onto our laps as we hit the continual rocks and boulders...

Lastly.

I-Spy.
When 11:30pm is approaching and one has not slept in 20 hours. Driving can be rough. Therefore, what is the solution to stay awake? A ridiculous game of I-Spy. Now understand, the 3 of us were completely tired and really half asleep...but statements went from:
I spy something small and mangy...to I spy something deadly and invisible...

We were laughing at ourselves and really made no sense as we did not spy anything outside as it was pitch black. Still it kept us awake until we reached the gate to the Reinhard's compound.



African thoughts noted:
* There is no traditional dress in Haiti. (This is due to the fact that Haiti historically, was made up of slaves and were not aloud to bring their culture--hence traditional dress material--with them).
* I have not seen an AK 47 anywhere (UN Peacekeepers are the exception here), this compares to Africa, where they are everywhere you look.
*Women in Haiti have long hair as opposed to most women in Burundi who have short hair.
* Babies are not with their mothers, traditionally women would leave their children behind at home instead of taking them with them--which again is not like African culture.

Quote of the day:
Tim: "Jillian do you know what marijuana smells like..."

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Haiti-Day1

Humid/Hot.

A lone UN Peacekeeper and his Blue Beret standing "watch". [I chose those words very carefully].

UNHCR Tents lining the fields around the airport.

[Note to self: Haitian makeshift airport in old warehouse: still nicer than Burundi's airport...]

Mobbed by crowd upon leaving the airport...[therefore turn around, head back in and grab the Brit who had come in on my flight, ask him to wait with me until I find my driver.] Outcome: New friend made and restricter of all the men grabbing at me. Check.

Finally after hunting down an airport worker to use their phone, I called Tim, he called the driver he had hired for me and eventually said driver found me and drove me to another airstrip where I would catch a small flight called Tortug, to the coast.

[Find driver in mob during hot sweaty afternoon. Success.]

12 hours after leaving JFK airport I arrived in Les Cayes, Haiti to my friends Joan and Tim Reinhard.

African thoughts noted:
The heat is the same as Bujumbura.
People still want to talk to you and pretend they know you even though they dont. [Hence taxi drivers saying they had come for me, when in fact they were lying and hadn't...C'est la vie.].
The joyful and not so joyful smells...oh exhaust fumes how I've missed you...
Coke in a glass bottle is a beautiful thing no matter the location...

Classic first day moment and I quote...
Joan: "Tim already has a trip planned for you."
Tim: "Yeah we leave tomorrow morning at 3:30am and will head up through the mountains...We should hopefully make it back sometime late in the night...
Lord Willing." Unquote.

Friday, January 29, 2010

A Change to Make.

There are some things that change you forever. Once you go through it, there's no going back. Once you've seen something, there's no erasing it from your mind. That's what Burundi has become for me. It is the underlying theme for all things cultural. It's become this huge revelation to me in my Social Work classes here at Columbia. When we talk about social issues, people, diversity, poverty etc. I think about my time in Burundi. How could I not?

There is no going back, there is no re-doing it, but there is a sense of re-living it. Moment by moment in my mind as I think back to all of the things that I saw. All the things I experienced. All of the things that I cant solve. All the things I would want to solve if I could snap my fingers and make Burundi a better place...

The best question I was asked when I returned to the States was, "If you were to invest in one Development area what would it be and why." My answer without hesitation is Education.

Education could help with so many other concerns: AIDS, Clean Water, Disease, Agricultural terracing, Infrastructure, Gender roles, Domestic violence, violence, war, genocide etc. I could go on...

So here's a question for you. Think of a Country that tugs on your heart. Maybe it's Burundi, Kenya, Guatemala, Croatia or China. What Development issue would be your top choice to solve for that country/region and why? It's a big question.

Which leads to an even bigger question--once you've chosen said life changing issue, how would you implement that change? Easier said than done, but possible right?

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Safari in Nakuru, Kenya.

I spent my last two weeks in Africa with the Mendonsa's in Kenya. It was fabulous. Our our last weekend together. Bob and Julie took me to Nakuru for a last African horrah. Here are a couple of pictures I took.


Julie and I in front of Lake Nakuru...

Tons of Flamingos!!







There were Rhino's everywhere!



Look closely at the baby rhino....


Me sitting on Baboon Lookout.

The baboons were so cute!




However, I think my favorite adventure was when Bob thought..."Hmm I think I can get us through that mud." Nope, never been so stuck in my life. We were stuck in the mud (more like a gigantic mud pit--what WAS Bob thinking?) for a good half hour. Good thing the rangers came by. Bob put planks under the wheels and got pretty muddy. I drove the land cruiser and the rangers pulled us out....




Thursday, May 7, 2009

Rafting the Nile River.

We practiced flipping our raft early on, so we wouldn't be shocked later when we flipped in the rapids.

Nothing like getting knocked in the face by a wall of water!

Not looking good for Josh and I who were on the upper right corner of the raft.

We were knocked out and swept under. But we were pulled back in once we surfaced.

Rafting the Nile River was an amazing experience!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Ma vie en Afrique.

I am fearless, what can I say...






I was told while out treking in the Bush that if the Rhino's charged at me I should jump behind a tree.




I felt REAL safe. Good thing there was an AK-47 nearby.







Me sitting on a rock in the middle of the Nile River, surrounded by crocs...



and hippos...




The Savannah. Little does the Water Buffalo know that there is a lionness meters away...







Lake Albert which separates Uganda from the DRC.





Murchison Falls.









Sunset over the Savannah.




I can hear the music to the Lion King in my head as I look at these pictures...






The source of the Nile in Uganda...


The Nile River...



I wouldn't mind a pet giraffe. They are right below Camels on my list...














Pretty Awesome to come across this herd of Elephants while on a boatride down the Nile.





Kids playing "football" in the hills of Rwanda...



Nagasaga Burundi

My Last Night in Burundi we went out and had dinner at Khana Khizana's, our local "We'll look for any excuse to eat at Khizana's," hang out joint.



So my time in Bujumbura Burundi has finally come to an end.
Things that I'll miss:
-African Rainstorms...the thunder, the lightening, the flooding of my room. (Ok, maybe not that.)
-Goat Brochettes.
-Grilled Sweet Potato.
-Attempting to speak French and Kirundi.
-Looking out over Lake Tanganyika at the Congo Mountains.
-Wearing skirts everyday. (I am going to return and have utterly no fashion I am afraid.)
-Bartering at the market. I am a Burundi Kazi (Burundian Woman) and one hard bargainer!
-No Ques for lines. Whatever will I do when I come across a line. Hopefully I put myself in check and won't cut...
-No rules on the Road.
-Sitting in the back of Landcruisers.
-The Burundian Finger...(I know what you're thinking, whatever is the Burundian finger? You'll see. I'm sure I'll pull it out in the States. Its like an index finger wave with a shake of the head. It stops anything:)
-Playing stupid when I get pulled over at a roadblock. A quick innocent look and a simple, "I only speak English Sir," often gets me a smile in return and a wave to go ahead. La Vie Dans Afrique.
-Hippos.
-Getting tangled in my Mosquito net.
-Taking my malaria pill every day.
-Boiling my own water.
-Pot Holes.
-The rooster just outside my window.
-Washing laundry by hand.
-Burning garbage...
-Big hairy African rain spiders.
-Sweating all of the time. (And when I say all of the time, I mean ALL of the time!)
- Hearing Mzungu, Mzungu wherever I go...

Well maybe I wont miss everything on the list...
I especially won't miss being called Mzungu! I wish I had some craftier response to the continual call of "Mzungu." All I could think of was "Aburundi," or "Excusez-moi. Vous me connaissez? Je m'appelle pas Mzungu!" (Excuse me, you know me? My name is not Mzungu!) C'est la vie!
Nagasaga Burundi!
(Goodbye Burundi!)