Tuesday, 13 September 2011

The one where Tim was taunted by 9-year-old girls

Family, friends and fans…
I write to you during the final days of our 5-6 week stay in Iringa, Tanzania.  It’s been wonderful/hard work/emotional/laughter-filled/exhausting all at the same time.  And we wouldn’t have had it any other way.  We’ve laughed until we’ve cried and been at the brink of tears but had to laugh in the face of frustration.  Instead of filling you in moment-by-moment of our time here, let me include some of those writing skills that I miss teaching 7 year olds; using sub-headings, bullet points and lists correctly divided up by commas J
Neema Crafts (http://www.neemacrafts.com/)
Neema Crafts is a café, shop, tailoring/weaving/paper making/beading/glass bead workshop, physio centre and now guesthouse.  Our initial work consisted of working on putting together the already opened guesthouse.  Thus our work included grouting tiles, laying tiles, pulling up tiles, re-grouting tiles, sealing said tiles, sawing wood, drilling holes in wood and walls, polyfila-ing, sanding, painting, and general using tools that we're unfamiliar with. 



A double room - everything in it was made at Neema -
bed frame, mozzie net, quilt, lamps, bedside tables and even printed sheets.
  I say WE but whilst Tim was doing all that in week 1, I was organising the most chaotic store room known to man and enjoyed being OCD for 3 days whilst I created a calming paradise.  It is now complete with a shadow board for tools and labels on shelves entitled 'liquidy things', 'electrical stuff' and 'lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of wires' etc very informative I think you'll agree.  The mouse which I discovered in the storeroom has reappeared in a number of places but its ok because a cat has also appeared.  Hopefully one will get the other :)


Mateso and I - behind me on the right are 'liquidy things' and behind Mateso on the left are the masking tape holders I made. Sadly, my ill developed sign language meant that I was unable to properly explain to Mateso the importance of keeping things in their rightful places...good luck little storeroom


Gorgeous workmanship
Ta daaaa grouted bathroom


Another room - you know you want to stay... :o)
Other work has included Tim building a room that he designed and put together all by himself. 
During building work...

Finished!

With roofing - no idea what it is in English but it is mkeke in Swahili!
AND Tim became an electrician and wired in this light, tested with primary school-esq crocodile clips into the mains fusebox - because that's exactly what Tim's trained to do...
And my very un-african-yet-nevertheless-useful organisation and computing skills have been put to good use; I’ve helped create a guest pack, a volunteer pack and numerous signs and labels around all area of Neema which means that I am now omnipresent in the form of my labels. 


I also set up a cafe research survey and shop survey, and took photos of all the workers and made ID cards and I'm sure I did other things but can't remember what - they all blur into one! Oh and I HAD to do market research to make sure that the prices we were charging in the café were up to scratch so I went to other local eateries.  Market research is fun.  I think I’ll make a career in it.
Cafe

 
William and Chiku
To describe William, think of a deaf Tanzanian Manuel from Faulty Towers.
Totally loveable. 




Amanda and Tim 'working'

Where the 'magic' happens
Katie's creative office (as organised by me!)

The sewing workshop



Gorgeous Owls being made
Fabulously antique Singers make all of the textiles

Weaving


Dying the cotton

Beads made from strips of paper

The ramp from the workshop to the storeroom/ cafe/guesthouse/Tim's under-the-stairs project.
Tim has walked many a mile on this ramp

Mim and Lynsey at our 'leaving party' with the workers
Leave the water in the sun for 6 hours - badda-bing-badda-boom clean drinking water

Physio Beatrice with Haruna the shopkeeper - fact: the happiest person in the world ever.


  Oh and we helped put on a Jazz Evening with Timmy at the piano working his magic.  3 musical sisters happened to be staying at the guesthouse that evening and they were roped in too - one big happy family at Neema.  The evening rocked.
Accommodation
Ben and Katy (our Beach Mission friends as you will remember from the previous blog…) moved into a house that they are living in for 6 months whilst its owners are visiting the UK for that time and as hangers-oners of Ben and Katy, we get to enjoy the house too.  It is a gorgeous haven.  We have 2 'mamas' who prepare our water, do our washing up, wash our clothes and make bread for us daily (and things like banana bread and brownies if we ask nicely) - we HAD to keep them on as they would be out of a job if when we newbies moved in we wanted to be self sufficient.  So we are doing our bit for the community by providing them an income :)  Please don’t judge us on our return.  It is the life of an African missionary ;)

Elena, Katie, Ben, Mim and me
Health
Week 2, Tim became poorly - his first sign of poorliness came when he found that he'd lost his hunger.  Whilst I crave this sensation, Tim knew something was up.  Some parasite was in his gut.  But after a 80p blood test (no malaria) and another *ahem* sample he was properly diagnosed, given a 5 day course of antibiotics and was right as rain soon after with his appetite returning with a vengeance!  
Amusing incidents
·         So whilst Tim’s illness was by no means ‘amusing’, his trip to the clinic to get his blood test was.  So he’s shimmied through the long line of Tanzanians also waiting to be tested for a range of things and was just another number really so had no idea of the technician’s level of English…upon his return for his results, he sat waiting in a chair opposite the technician who started pointing at his stomach.  Tim thinking that he was trying to explain that he might have been dying from something in his gut, the technician eventually stated ‘your flies are undone’. Ah. No near death charades then. Just plain and simple embarrassing moment topped off with a truly British expressions. Super.
·         So Tim also (why are these incidents always involving Tim…?!) was asked one workday Wednesday – ‘So can you be a German soldier in a Tanzanian history war film for a film festival in Zanzibar?’ ‘But of course’ was his reply.  Only two conditions – the beard needed to be trimmed and a finely manicured moustache was to be formed plus, the ability to ride a Tanzanian reared horse. Fine. Really?!! No really, here are the photos to prove it…
Morning of the shoot




He He Warriors





German Timmy!

Boys playing with their wooden toy guns


In battle


Noooooooooooo!


Phew!



Less realistic Ben...
·         Finally Tim was persuaded to go belly first across a hippo infested low flowing river (dry season) on a zip line by 3 nine-year-old girls.  He’s bruised his chin and arms but at least has street cred amongst the 9 year olds. Ask Tim for further details.

Rosie (daughter of the Directors of Neema Crafts) tucking into jelly the only way one should! 


Wildlife
I saw a snake. No one else did so the others doubt the sighting but I did. It had black and white stripes and was about 30cm long (school ruler length methinks). No, it wasn’t a lizard.
Tim has seen a lizard, as pictured here. Pretty cool huh?!


A stray dog got hit by a car on our road and we’ve watched it decay over the last 2 weeks. Gross but weirdly interesting.
And last but not least, the cat in the home that we have been staying in has had a kitten that we have named Chui, which means leopard in Swahili but also because its furry like Chewi backa from Star Wars.  I love him/her (not sure yet) so much. He/she might be the reason we stay here.

Quaver and kitten Chui (apparently it should have a name relating to crisps so the kitten's full name is Chui Wotsit)
Future
No set in stone ideas we’re afraid.  It seems to be just the way we roll.  We’d love to explore some of the work being done in Rwanda/Burundi/Uganda and more of northern Tanzania…but all will become apparent as we venture to such places and pin down our desires… but for now, all we can see is coming back to the UK for 6 days for a friend’s wedding…! Crazy but true.  Apologies to the many people we won’t be able to see – please understand that really I’ll be crying most of the time with tears of joy and happiness for my dearest Fizzy’s wedding, and panic and confusion as to what we’re doing in the UK and with our lives so really you don’t actually want to spend time with a basket-case like that.  For those that do get the pleasure of seeing this emotional wreck – please be prepared and develop your ma-husive questions from ‘How was Africa?’ to more specific ones like ‘Describe in 3 words your thoughts about Africa…’ and ‘So what trouble did Tim really get into out there?’…just some suggestions.
Right off to bed – a 9 hour bus journey ahead of us and Tim has booked us front row seats – terrifying – do I really want front row seats to watch our loaded bus overtake an 18-wheeler around a bend when a cow is in the middle of the road and a motorbike laden with a small family is coming in the opposite direction?  Well I’ll let you know next time…
TTFN
Tic Toc xxx


Katie, Ben, Tim and locals walking to town from home.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

The one where Tim learns to appreciate moisturiser


We left you before, having a break after our most recent volunteering. After much debating about Masai Mara safaris and the like, our budget called us to a self-guided cycle safari.  Instead of US$80 a day in the game parks, we ‘splashed out’ on £8 for 2 bikes and £1 for cheese sandwiches. After setting up our tent (or our tent being set up for us!) next to Hippo lake…off we went.  I almost passed out at the top of the first incline. And then again at the second (I just don’t think cycling is my thing).  But luckily most of the trip was flat, and upon our return home, those inclines were downhill. Praise the Lord.  We loved the fact that we saw tons of wildlife, genuinely in their natural habitat, and ‘Giraffe Crossing’ signs were as common as deer signs in the UK.  

Tim confused at a walk way roundabout...

Our tent being set up for us - behind Tim is the electric fence that stops the hippos from coming to eat us!


My first handmade camp fire



Flamingo!
Baboon
The giraffes are circled!




Not the 'tiny rhino' that Tim thought it was but a warthog...






Knackered.


Later on that evening, we took a boat ride from our camp site to see the Hippos close up! Now, noted that these are the 2nd biggest killers in Africa, the first being mosquitoes, I was surprised how confident our easy going Captain and (what seemed to be made out of papier maiche) boat were. Nonetheless, we saw the hippos and tried to encourage the Captain not to rev the engine so that we could have a better look at the hippos yawning mouths.  It’s never very encouraging to see the hippos slipping under the water because you never quite know where they’ll pop up!







Anyway, from there we made our way to Zanzibar. 2 night stopover in Nairobi, 14 hour bus from there to Dar es Salaam, overnight in Dar, 3 hour ferry to Zanzibar and a taxi ride to the hotel. Very glamorous way to rock up to paradise.


View from bus




Seeing a dhow from the ferry over to Zanzibar
'Home' for 2 weeks in Zanzibar


Check out prices and the typo of 'biryani'

Living in Stone Town has been fun…it’s a World Heritage Site because of its few hundred wood carved doors and buildings made from coral.  Its roads that twist and turn are hard to navigate, but it’s good that Tim has an inbuilt SatNav.  He can get us back ‘home’ in daylight, night time or during a black out no matter where we are.  It’s similar to Venice, minus the gondolas.  However, they have been replaced by scooters and bicycles haring through the streets.  Their horns and bells alert you as to their arrival as a courtesy before they plough you down.

As a result of our accommodation (in a tourist trap) and Swahili lessons, our daily budget has left us £5 a day for lunch and dinner for us both.  This has meant finding local places to eat, haggling at the market for tomatoes and learning to stock up at breakfast :o) It has been fun sharing food with locals and enjoying the wealth of spices that the Zanzibarians use in their cooking expertly.  (Slightly trickier during Ramadan mind you, as no food places are open during the day!) Living sparsely has been a challenge but enjoyable as we get better and better at balancing our cash book!  It’s been bizarre when someone says that a Sprite is 1,000 shillings and you have to remind yourself that that’s only 40p.  Pulling 400,000 out from the bank in 10,000 notes still amuses me.  



Teak carved doors
Life


Dinner at the market


At weekends, as we’re not spending money on lessons, we splash out at visiting things.  On our first weekend, we went on a sailing trip on one day and to a spice farm on the other.  


The sailing trip included 2 snorkelling spots, visiting a sand bar, dolphin spotting, a bbq fish buffet on an island, an exotic fruit tasting session and then home.  Don’t know how it happened but we ended up on the boat with 6 adults/parents, 8 children and us. Oh and lest not forget the German’s speedos.  ‘Nuff said.  The morning was overcast and the sea was a little rough for the snorkelling but we still saw lots.  By lunch time the sun was out and paradise revealed itself with crystal waters and pristine sandy beaches.  By lunch time, Tim started to hurt.  By lunch time we’d realised that the old ‘it’s cloudy therefore I can’t get burnt’ untruth revealed itself and Tim was the same colour as the lobster on our plates.  Despite his pleas of ‘but I packed a t-shirt to snorkel in so I wouldn’t get burnt!’ Yes, but the t-shirt was still in the dry bag wasn’t it.  Thus the following 3 days consisted of 4 hourly applications of aloe vera moisturiser and sitting with his back facing the fan in our room (a poor man’s aircon!).  We enjoyed the day nonetheless.



Swimming in the mangroves




I told Tim to take a flattering photo of me
So here I am realllly far away and thus look v.small/slim!











The spice farm was like an interactive library of information.  We loved learning about different combinations to make our food taste ace at home and remedies for when you have a bad stomach (3 teaspoons of cloves, boiled in hot water for 15 minutes in case you were wondering.  The guides additional advice was make sure that you’re at home and the bathroom is free after this as it will flush you out. Noted.)


Teak forest at the spice farm


Nutmeg


Tim sticking a curry leaf up his nose
Swahili lessons started soon after arriving and we have been in the swing of mornings of reading, doing puzzles, recreational code writing on the computer for Tim and mooching followed by afternoon lessons.  I picked up a Jodi Picoult (my first) left at our guest house and was lost in the book for 2 days.  After I felt slightly lost without it.  Lessons have been good.  Mwalimu Hassan (teacher Hassan) arrives late and then leaves for 15/30 minutes during the lesson to go and pray…we picked up a phrase about Africa that says ‘You have to hurry up and wait’. How apt.  



School!
Mwalimu Hassan



Sunset in Stone Town













Cinammon at the market


Oranges


Detail in the doors



Empty dalla dalla



Rammed dalla dalla


Dalla dalla was worth it to get to Pongwe








Having finished our Swahili lessons now we are attempting to use it at all opportunities and it has been v.helpful in haggling for lower prices on things.  But we still struggle with the 7 noun classes, mixture of native/Arabic/Italian smuggled in it and the words that have too many vowels in them, that the language has and we endeavour to inform each and every tourist of that who says to us ‘Oh Swahili seems quite easy to learn’.  Little do you know my friend. 

To end our Zanzibari experience, we went to the north of the island to Nungwi for a night.  We’d heard of its beauty and went – sadly to be greeted by pants weather but beautiful views all the same!  We even got a ‘sea-view’ room!  Despite the fact that the windows were meshed to stop mozzies (even though there was a 1 inch gap between the outside door and the floor!), there was only cement on the floor rather than tiling and the hot and cold water taps were on the wrong way round…it was our little bit of paradise!









We are now in Iringa with Ben and Katy Ray - friends from the Perranporth Beach Mission I used to do every summer!  They are here helping run a craft shop/cafe/guest house/workshop all staffed by disabled people.  They will be out here for the next 6 years and have been here 3 months so far so we're here doing our best to help them!  We're working with the disabled workers, most of whom are deaf...as a result our Swahili sign language is coming along nicely...!  We're here for the next 5 weeks so I'm sure the next blog will include more about what we're doing!

Prayers/happy thoughts

  • A big yippee and thank you to Mr God for getting us here safely and that we have a home to live in whilst we're here with lovely friends
  • Pray that we would remember the swahili we've learnt! And endeavour to add to it, both in speaking but also in signing!
  • Pray we'd stay well - no serious upsets thus far!
  • Pray that we'd be useful!
That's all folks!

TTFN

Tic Toc xxx