A few weeks ago I took a short vacation to Niamey, the capital of Niger, with my PCV friends Audrey & Heather. We all had a few vacation days left and wanted a little girls getaway. I was most interested in seeing the Niger River and going on a boat ride while Heather wanted to see giraffes. Audrey was up for anything. We all were interested in shopping especially for silver jewelry made by Tuaregs, a nomadic ethnic group found in the Sahel and Sahara.
In Niger we spent the first two nights at the Peace Corps transit house so met many PCVs and got lots of recommendations especially on the best places to eat. We definitely ate very well but am sure it was because we were in vacation mode and willing to splurge. After talking to neighboring PCVs and hearing them rave about Ouaga, I realize you definitely see a place different when you're there for vacation rather than trying to get tons of work done over a few days.
We visited the National Museum our first morning which consists of a few small exhibits, a sad zoo, and some artisan stands. Nothing too impressive but we enjoyed seeing hippos, lions, hyenas, and ostriches as well as displays on dinosaur bones found in Niger and traditional dress.
That afternoon while wandering along the river looking for a restaurant with waterfront view, we ran into a guide who could take us to see hippos on the river. He recommended a restaurant and met us there with a motorized pirogue (a large canoe) a few hours later to start our tour. We spent over two hours on the Niger River and only saw one hippo but he was big and completely out of the water. I loved the ride and the hippo was just a bonus! This is the most important river in West Africa and runs through many important places including Bamako and Timbuktu. Amazingly its only a huge river for part of the year. This being the end of rainy season, the river was very wide and had a fast current. We were told in March people are able to walk across it since its so narrow and shallow.
We were impressed with our guide, his prices were lower than we expected to pay and it seemed easy to make arrangements with him so we agreed to have him take us to see giraffes the next day as well as to a few other places. As it so often is in West Africa, he was over an hour late picking us up and our car broke down so were stuck on the side of the road for over two hours. So much for having to get to the area early before the day got too hot. The town of Koure is promoted as having the last population of wild giraffes in West Africa. I'm not sure its true or not since there are several parks and reserves throughout the region though nothing like what is found in Eastern and Southern Africa. We didn't have to drive more than 5 km or so off the main road before I spotted a giraffe through the bushes. We drove a little further and found a whole group together eating acacia bushes. We walked around near the animals but they would start to move whenever we got too close. I counted a total of 11 giraffes in this group but we were told over 200 live in this area. We also saw camels resting within several yards of the giraffes and other domesticated animals like goats and sheep wandering around the area. People were walking by collecting fire wood and other daily tasks so it was obvious they lived there right among the giraffes. Interesting to see but again no where as cool as the parks I visited in Kenya.
That afternoon we visited Bouban Island located on the Niger River. To reach it, we rode in a small pirogue that was paddled and poled across. We heard it was a really cool place to spend a few hours and the sights included a humongous haunted baobab tree. We were not at all impressed. The restaurant had no food and after tromping through tall grasses and prickers we arrived at a tree that was good size but I've seen bigger in my village. Plus nobody could give us any answers about if it was really considered haunted and if so, why.
Our final day was spent shopping at several different markets, an artisan village, a string of small jewelry shops, and a big (for my current standards) grocery store. We all got plenty of souvenirs but I was disappointed at the high prices of jewelry. I guess they were more Western prices than I was used to but hopefully also Western quality.
We ended our trip with getting dressed up for dinner at a great Italian restaurant. It was so good I even ate two entrees! How will I ever adjust to being able to eat whatever I want whenever I want it?
Transport back home was easy on the Niger side but as soon as crossed the border the troubles begin. Every time I, and all my friends, have returned to Burkina, it has take forever to get through immigration, customs, and border patrol. I don't know what they are worried about people sneaking in but boy do they go slow and stop the bus repeatedly. This time it was made worse by three unfortunate bus incidents. As we pulled away after the first stop, the driver didn't have quite enough room and the side of our bus scraped the rearview mirrors of another bus causing a huge window to shatter and glass to fly. Thankfully nobody was hurt beyond a few small cuts. After an hour spent cleaning this up, we were ready to go again only to find the battery had died so we needed a jump from another bus. At another stop a few km down the road, our back tires got stuck in the mud and it took quite a while and quite a few men to push us out. Only a few more hours later and without anymore bus problems, I made it back to Tenkodogo.
Unfortunately I still don't have a camera but I hope to get pictures from my friends to post in the future.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Biking Across Burkina
I'm excited to announce I survived the bike tour! It was an exhilarating four days of biking for a total of 310 kilometers. There are detailed explanations on the bike tour website but I'll share a little of my own experience. I think I was probably one of the least experienced bikers participating in the first days of the tour having done very little biking before arriving in Burkina. Here I frequently bike 5-10 km but usually not much more than that. I decided to participate in this tour months ago even if would be challenged and am so glad I did.
The event started off with an opening ceremony at a high school in Po. There were traditional dancers, lots of local leaders, and several Peace Corps staff along with the gaggle of kids that always appear when there is something going on. Following the speeches, there was some dancing but unfortunately a soccer game and ceremonial bike ride around the city had to be cancelled because it was pouring. The rain didn't stop us from planting trees though. I didn't quite get why this was a part of the program but each of us planted a tree in the mud and rain. We had a big dinner then headed to bed since our 4:30 am wake up was hours away.
The first day of biking we lined up in the center of the city to wait for the high commissioner (a very important regional government leader) to start us off. Surprisingly she rode up on a bike in a brown velour track suit and her bike tour T-shirt. She had us get ready and then dropped her arm as if it was race; I'm sure they were surprised when we didn't speed out of there.
We biked a little over 80 km that day to Guiba, twice as long as the longest ride I've ever done in my life. It was on nicely paved road and the weather was beautiful so actually not too difficult. I also found it easier to bike when I'm not alone and can chat with my companions.
Day two was the route I was most scared of but also most excited to do. We would be biking over 90 km and only the last 20 were paved while the rest is dirt, mud & lots of potholes. This is the main road my village is located 4 km off of so where I have done most of my biking and the route my transport takes. Its a bad road but its my road and I know it. I was pretty sure I couldn't complete the whole ride and would end up in our support vehicle; I just didn't want it to be when we were near my village.
We started out early once again and made it pretty easily to the Nakambe or Volta River about 15 km from my site. My PCV neighbor Krystle met us and we rested before heading off to the intersection to my village. My drinking buddy and best friend Dabre and her husband Christoph were waiting for us with dolo and water satches. One of our nurses and another friend Lene also came out to show their support. I was so happy to be able to share this experience with my friends in village! I also ran into several people along the route and a few said they saw us pass.
This was about the halfway point so still quite a bit to go but we were headed to Tenkodogo and I've biked this section a lot. I was doing well until about the last 10 km and actually started wondering if I'd be able to finish a few km out of the city. I was able to reach our destination though and was thrilled to have biked the whole way!
The next day was a short ride, a little over 40 km to Koupela. I remember when I took my first 40 km ride at Christmas and thought it was impossibly long. Now I'm calling that distance short - crazy! Anyway it was a "short" day but actually the hardest for me because every muscle in my body hurt along with my butt. Next time I'm wearing padded bike shorts! The first days of biking were catching up with me! My friend Audrey met us on the road with cold water satchets and signs cheering us on.
My final day with the tour was about 75 km and took us to Fada, the farthest east I've been in this country. As was the case all week, we ate a ton for lunch and dinner. I ate 3 whole chickens myself three nights in a row, another first. Its incredible how much food my body needed after these rides.
I made it to my final destination and am very proud of accomplishing my goals. I may have had the most flats (2) in the group but I biked the whole way and didn't need to ride in the PC SUV. I know there are probably some great athletes reading this and scoffing at me calling this a challenging ride but it was one of the most intense physical activities I have ever done and I succeeded!
The tour continued on without me the next day as other people will join and leave as the month goes on. The gender and development committee is continuing to collect money until the end of the month so please donate if you're able and haven't already.
Friday was the end of Ramadan so everyone put on their brand new outfits and prayed before celebrating the rest of the day. I was in Fada so didn't participate in any celebrations but enjoyed the people watching as I waited for a bush taxi to take me back towards Audrey's village. I spent the weekend with her and we had a good time hanging out, walking around her village, and catching up. Sunday I did a 60 km ride to get back home though it was broken in three parts. The first stop was a bush taxi ride and the second stop was due to rain. I realized I was going to be caught so went to a restaurant. Unfortunately due to gas shortages they had no food and for other unknown reasons has no soda so I was stuck enjoying a beer in the middle of my ride home. I guess there are worse places to be caught in the rain!
Once again, check out the bike tour blog for daily entries, photos, and to donate money. Unfortunately I don't have any of my own pictures since my camera, cell phone, and ipod fell in a ditch of water. www.burkinabiketour.blogspot.com
The event started off with an opening ceremony at a high school in Po. There were traditional dancers, lots of local leaders, and several Peace Corps staff along with the gaggle of kids that always appear when there is something going on. Following the speeches, there was some dancing but unfortunately a soccer game and ceremonial bike ride around the city had to be cancelled because it was pouring. The rain didn't stop us from planting trees though. I didn't quite get why this was a part of the program but each of us planted a tree in the mud and rain. We had a big dinner then headed to bed since our 4:30 am wake up was hours away.
The first day of biking we lined up in the center of the city to wait for the high commissioner (a very important regional government leader) to start us off. Surprisingly she rode up on a bike in a brown velour track suit and her bike tour T-shirt. She had us get ready and then dropped her arm as if it was race; I'm sure they were surprised when we didn't speed out of there.
We biked a little over 80 km that day to Guiba, twice as long as the longest ride I've ever done in my life. It was on nicely paved road and the weather was beautiful so actually not too difficult. I also found it easier to bike when I'm not alone and can chat with my companions.
Day two was the route I was most scared of but also most excited to do. We would be biking over 90 km and only the last 20 were paved while the rest is dirt, mud & lots of potholes. This is the main road my village is located 4 km off of so where I have done most of my biking and the route my transport takes. Its a bad road but its my road and I know it. I was pretty sure I couldn't complete the whole ride and would end up in our support vehicle; I just didn't want it to be when we were near my village.
We started out early once again and made it pretty easily to the Nakambe or Volta River about 15 km from my site. My PCV neighbor Krystle met us and we rested before heading off to the intersection to my village. My drinking buddy and best friend Dabre and her husband Christoph were waiting for us with dolo and water satches. One of our nurses and another friend Lene also came out to show their support. I was so happy to be able to share this experience with my friends in village! I also ran into several people along the route and a few said they saw us pass.
This was about the halfway point so still quite a bit to go but we were headed to Tenkodogo and I've biked this section a lot. I was doing well until about the last 10 km and actually started wondering if I'd be able to finish a few km out of the city. I was able to reach our destination though and was thrilled to have biked the whole way!
The next day was a short ride, a little over 40 km to Koupela. I remember when I took my first 40 km ride at Christmas and thought it was impossibly long. Now I'm calling that distance short - crazy! Anyway it was a "short" day but actually the hardest for me because every muscle in my body hurt along with my butt. Next time I'm wearing padded bike shorts! The first days of biking were catching up with me! My friend Audrey met us on the road with cold water satchets and signs cheering us on.
My final day with the tour was about 75 km and took us to Fada, the farthest east I've been in this country. As was the case all week, we ate a ton for lunch and dinner. I ate 3 whole chickens myself three nights in a row, another first. Its incredible how much food my body needed after these rides.
I made it to my final destination and am very proud of accomplishing my goals. I may have had the most flats (2) in the group but I biked the whole way and didn't need to ride in the PC SUV. I know there are probably some great athletes reading this and scoffing at me calling this a challenging ride but it was one of the most intense physical activities I have ever done and I succeeded!
The tour continued on without me the next day as other people will join and leave as the month goes on. The gender and development committee is continuing to collect money until the end of the month so please donate if you're able and haven't already.
Friday was the end of Ramadan so everyone put on their brand new outfits and prayed before celebrating the rest of the day. I was in Fada so didn't participate in any celebrations but enjoyed the people watching as I waited for a bush taxi to take me back towards Audrey's village. I spent the weekend with her and we had a good time hanging out, walking around her village, and catching up. Sunday I did a 60 km ride to get back home though it was broken in three parts. The first stop was a bush taxi ride and the second stop was due to rain. I realized I was going to be caught so went to a restaurant. Unfortunately due to gas shortages they had no food and for other unknown reasons has no soda so I was stuck enjoying a beer in the middle of my ride home. I guess there are worse places to be caught in the rain!
Once again, check out the bike tour blog for daily entries, photos, and to donate money. Unfortunately I don't have any of my own pictures since my camera, cell phone, and ipod fell in a ditch of water. www.burkinabiketour.blogspot.com
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Tour de Faso
Tomorrow I am headed to Po, a regional capital near the border with Ghana, for a kick-off celebration for Peace Corp Burkina Faso's bike tour. Early Monday morning we will start pedaling around the country to promote Peace Corps, celebrate PC's 50th anniversary, and to raise money for gender and development activities.
I will be biking the first four days for a little over 300 km while other volunteers complete other sections of the tour and some bike the whole country.
I have been trying to practice for 90 km of biking a day with shorter rides of 20-40 km when I can fit them in but am still nervous about completing my part of the tour. Today I biked to visit my new PCV neighbor Marina who is now in Karla's former site. Puppy has been joining me on several rides but usually disapppears after 15 km or so and I find him back at home. Today he ran the whole 20 km with me, hung out, and ran home. By the end he was pretty exhausted though! Its much more fun to have a biking companion then to go alone but he really enjoys chasing motos and I worry about him getting hurt.
OK back to the bike tour, if you are able to support this great cause please check out the website at www.burkinabiketour.blogspot.com. There were some problems with donations and paypal but these have been fixed so please check back if you encountered problems earlier.
Thanks for all of your support!
I will be biking the first four days for a little over 300 km while other volunteers complete other sections of the tour and some bike the whole country.
I have been trying to practice for 90 km of biking a day with shorter rides of 20-40 km when I can fit them in but am still nervous about completing my part of the tour. Today I biked to visit my new PCV neighbor Marina who is now in Karla's former site. Puppy has been joining me on several rides but usually disapppears after 15 km or so and I find him back at home. Today he ran the whole 20 km with me, hung out, and ran home. By the end he was pretty exhausted though! Its much more fun to have a biking companion then to go alone but he really enjoys chasing motos and I worry about him getting hurt.
OK back to the bike tour, if you are able to support this great cause please check out the website at www.burkinabiketour.blogspot.com. There were some problems with donations and paypal but these have been fixed so please check back if you encountered problems earlier.
Thanks for all of your support!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Accra Lome & the Beach
I just returned from an amazing vacation to Accra, Ghana, Lome, Togo and the beach with Dylan! We started our trip with a 28 hour bus ride from Ouaga to Accra. At times it seemed we may never arrive but that's how African travel goes.
We were amazed at this city - it felt so Western and developed. We saw tall, nice buildings, fast food, fancy restaurants and even gelatto though we couldn't afford it. There really isn't a beach in the city of Accra even though this capital is right on the coast. Mostly its just cliffs down to the ocean but we did enjoy a few beers overlooking the water.
Along with many a cold beer during the trip, we also enjoyed great food during our trip including Chinese, fast food chicken sandwiches, pizza, Coke floats, chicken curry, fresh fish and shrimp,and lots of cheap fried rice on the street. We also tried to have at least one Fan Choco or other frozen Fan product every day. Does it sound like I talk about food a lot? Probably because that's what is often on my mind since joining Peace Corps and vacation to me means eating well. Its nice to be able to live it up even if this means eating fast food I wouldn't even touch in the US.
In Accra we saw the National Museum which was small but interesting, Independence Square, and the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park. I tried to shop at the National Cultural Center, their artisan market, but was too annoyed by vendors constantly harassing me. I did but a few things at the outskirts of their huge market.
After Accra, we traveled east on an amazing toll road - I didn't know roads in such good condition existed here! We drove by hundreds of huge mansions and realized once again that there definetly is some money in this city!
Our next destination was Keta, an isthmus between the ocean and huge lagoon. At its most narrow point I'd estimate there were less than 500 sandy meters between these two bodies of water. We stayed at a nice beach resort that I don't think gets a lot of foreign visitors but seems to be busy with locals especially on the weekend. The beach was gorgeous here and we enjoyed laying out in the sun even if we were the only ones in swimsuits. There were hundreds of people along the beach though - fishermen, women selling stuff and others out buying whatever was caught that day, and lots of kids playing. I know we were entertainment for them but I also really enjoyed the people watching. One day we took a bush taxi a short ways to see a local lighthouse and try out another yummy restaurant.
After a few days on this beach we were ready to move on to a new beach. We took a bush taxi to the border and crossed on foot into Togo where we had to start using French again. Lome is a crazy city and I have to say I really didn't enjoy it. The taxi drivers were rude and we never once were able to get where we asked without having some type of problem. We did enjoy the grocery stores and food though!
In Togo we stayed at a little place on the beach called Chez Antoinne. Its not listed in any of the guidebooks so is really advertised by word of mouth. For less than ten bucks a night we had our own little shack on the beach with private courtyard and straw mattress. There are only 5 shacks there so not many night guests. We were surprised at the number of locals that came to enjoy the beach during the day though. We ran into a group of Togo PCVs enjoying one last weekend together before they COS. It was fun to swap PC stories. Our last night we had a bonfire on the beach in celebration of one of the guy's birthdays.
The trip seemed to be over much sooner than we would have liked as vacations always are. We again had a long bus ride home though this time on a crappy bus with no air conditioning and seats 5 across. Don't think we got any sleep that night.
I promise to post pictures as soon as I get on good internet though I don't know when that will be.
We were amazed at this city - it felt so Western and developed. We saw tall, nice buildings, fast food, fancy restaurants and even gelatto though we couldn't afford it. There really isn't a beach in the city of Accra even though this capital is right on the coast. Mostly its just cliffs down to the ocean but we did enjoy a few beers overlooking the water.
Along with many a cold beer during the trip, we also enjoyed great food during our trip including Chinese, fast food chicken sandwiches, pizza, Coke floats, chicken curry, fresh fish and shrimp,and lots of cheap fried rice on the street. We also tried to have at least one Fan Choco or other frozen Fan product every day. Does it sound like I talk about food a lot? Probably because that's what is often on my mind since joining Peace Corps and vacation to me means eating well. Its nice to be able to live it up even if this means eating fast food I wouldn't even touch in the US.
In Accra we saw the National Museum which was small but interesting, Independence Square, and the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park. I tried to shop at the National Cultural Center, their artisan market, but was too annoyed by vendors constantly harassing me. I did but a few things at the outskirts of their huge market.
After Accra, we traveled east on an amazing toll road - I didn't know roads in such good condition existed here! We drove by hundreds of huge mansions and realized once again that there definetly is some money in this city!
Our next destination was Keta, an isthmus between the ocean and huge lagoon. At its most narrow point I'd estimate there were less than 500 sandy meters between these two bodies of water. We stayed at a nice beach resort that I don't think gets a lot of foreign visitors but seems to be busy with locals especially on the weekend. The beach was gorgeous here and we enjoyed laying out in the sun even if we were the only ones in swimsuits. There were hundreds of people along the beach though - fishermen, women selling stuff and others out buying whatever was caught that day, and lots of kids playing. I know we were entertainment for them but I also really enjoyed the people watching. One day we took a bush taxi a short ways to see a local lighthouse and try out another yummy restaurant.
After a few days on this beach we were ready to move on to a new beach. We took a bush taxi to the border and crossed on foot into Togo where we had to start using French again. Lome is a crazy city and I have to say I really didn't enjoy it. The taxi drivers were rude and we never once were able to get where we asked without having some type of problem. We did enjoy the grocery stores and food though!
In Togo we stayed at a little place on the beach called Chez Antoinne. Its not listed in any of the guidebooks so is really advertised by word of mouth. For less than ten bucks a night we had our own little shack on the beach with private courtyard and straw mattress. There are only 5 shacks there so not many night guests. We were surprised at the number of locals that came to enjoy the beach during the day though. We ran into a group of Togo PCVs enjoying one last weekend together before they COS. It was fun to swap PC stories. Our last night we had a bonfire on the beach in celebration of one of the guy's birthdays.
The trip seemed to be over much sooner than we would have liked as vacations always are. We again had a long bus ride home though this time on a crappy bus with no air conditioning and seats 5 across. Don't think we got any sleep that night.
I promise to post pictures as soon as I get on good internet though I don't know when that will be.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Planting Trees in the Sahel
In honor of International Youth Day (at least that's what we were told though nobody has ever heard of this holiday) last Thursday August 12, Peace Corps was asked to participate in a tree planting and ceremony organized by the Minister of Youth held in Dori, the capital of the Sahel region. About 30 PCVs participated along with a few Japanese & French volunteers and at least 500 Burkinabe from around the country.
Everyone met up in Ouaga and traveled in a large convoy north. Due to threats in the north we were actually an armored convoy with several trucks of military and an armed soldier in our bus. His gun scared me more than the threat but I guess we were safe! The drive which normally takes 4 hours took more than 7 due to numerous stops and a very slow pace. At one stop for people to pee on the side of the rode, I counted 15 coach buses, 2 mini buses for PC, and about a dozen SUVs. We definitely made an impression along the road!
That evening was a bonfire and program led by the Boy Scouts of Burkina Faso. I didn't even know they existed but made me think of Jason. The bonfire was out of the city and the buses had a hard time on the roads. One bus had tried turning around and got stuck perpendicular to the road so everyone had to drive in the ditch to get around. In the process another bus got stuck and started tipping. Thankfully everyone got off safely. The program included lots of singing, dancing, and cheering but most of us were too tired to enjoy it much. It didn't start until after 10 PM, way past my bedtime! We did find it ironic that a big bonfire (i.e. burning trees) was planned the night before a huge tree planting.
The next morning was time for tree planting. We were told we would be planting 20,000 acacia trees in 15 minutes but that morning it was increased to 65,000. Seems impossible, huh? We laid out many of the trees in advance and some big piece of equipment had dug trenches to plant in so it wasn't as much work as it might seem. Hundreds of brand-new dabas (a hoe with wooden handle) were handed out and again it seemed ironic to use so much wood to plant more trees. I think in reality we spent about an hour and a half planting but there were a lot of trees! When we first arrived there was lots of dancing and singing and several balafones and drums. This continued during the planting so we had entertainment as we worked. There also was a long program like at any event here and none of us found it too interesting.
I guess it was a successful event though many of us felt it was a publicity stunt. Blaise Compaore, the current president who is running for re-election in Nov, was mentioned repeatedly and everyone was reminded this event was thanks to him and to remember to vote in a few months.
On a side note, many of us did a little shopping and bought blankets. Dori is famous for its blankets and there is a little custom I found quite interesting. They're called marriage blankets and a woman receives one at her wedding. They are made from thin strips of fabric which are partially sewn together but there are still many holes. The couple is suppose to have sex through the blanket and afterwards sew up that hole. When all the holes are sewn up, they say the couple should have enough children so not need the blanket anymore.
Everyone met up in Ouaga and traveled in a large convoy north. Due to threats in the north we were actually an armored convoy with several trucks of military and an armed soldier in our bus. His gun scared me more than the threat but I guess we were safe! The drive which normally takes 4 hours took more than 7 due to numerous stops and a very slow pace. At one stop for people to pee on the side of the rode, I counted 15 coach buses, 2 mini buses for PC, and about a dozen SUVs. We definitely made an impression along the road!
That evening was a bonfire and program led by the Boy Scouts of Burkina Faso. I didn't even know they existed but made me think of Jason. The bonfire was out of the city and the buses had a hard time on the roads. One bus had tried turning around and got stuck perpendicular to the road so everyone had to drive in the ditch to get around. In the process another bus got stuck and started tipping. Thankfully everyone got off safely. The program included lots of singing, dancing, and cheering but most of us were too tired to enjoy it much. It didn't start until after 10 PM, way past my bedtime! We did find it ironic that a big bonfire (i.e. burning trees) was planned the night before a huge tree planting.
The next morning was time for tree planting. We were told we would be planting 20,000 acacia trees in 15 minutes but that morning it was increased to 65,000. Seems impossible, huh? We laid out many of the trees in advance and some big piece of equipment had dug trenches to plant in so it wasn't as much work as it might seem. Hundreds of brand-new dabas (a hoe with wooden handle) were handed out and again it seemed ironic to use so much wood to plant more trees. I think in reality we spent about an hour and a half planting but there were a lot of trees! When we first arrived there was lots of dancing and singing and several balafones and drums. This continued during the planting so we had entertainment as we worked. There also was a long program like at any event here and none of us found it too interesting.
I guess it was a successful event though many of us felt it was a publicity stunt. Blaise Compaore, the current president who is running for re-election in Nov, was mentioned repeatedly and everyone was reminded this event was thanks to him and to remember to vote in a few months.
On a side note, many of us did a little shopping and bought blankets. Dori is famous for its blankets and there is a little custom I found quite interesting. They're called marriage blankets and a woman receives one at her wedding. They are made from thin strips of fabric which are partially sewn together but there are still many holes. The couple is suppose to have sex through the blanket and afterwards sew up that hole. When all the holes are sewn up, they say the couple should have enough children so not need the blanket anymore.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Biking Across Burkina for Gender Equality
I am excited to announce that next month from Sept 6 - 9 I will be biking a little over 300 km from Po to Fada including passing a few kilometers from my village to raise money for gender equality activities organized by Peace Corps Volunteers in Burkina Faso. Over the last two years many people have asked how they can support the work that I am doing here and up until now, there haven't been many fundraisers or activities that I felt comfortable promoting. I totally support this bike tour though and encourage anyone that feels like giving to know their money is going to good use.
Peace Corp's Gender and Development (GAD) Committee funds a variety of activities put on by volunteers including girls camps and the family planning conference camp I participated in with two girls from my village. As you probably know, I have done a lot of work with girls in my village including a girl's camp last summer which became a weekly girls club so these are activities I really believe will help toward Burkina's development.
Below is a letter from GAD which I think explains what an amazing activity this is or check out their website for more information and to donate.
Dear family and friends of Peace Corps Burkina Faso,
Beginning September 5, 2010, Peace Corps Volunteers from around Burkina Faso will be participating in Sur nos Vélos, pour le Faso! , a country-wide bike tour to raise money for Gender and Development projects in Burkina Faso and celebrate Peace Corps’ 50th anniversary.
Gender and Development projects, be they creating a girl-friendly classroom or helping a women's group conduct an income generating activity, are of critical importance in Burkina Faso and represent a significant component of each Volunteer’s work. The sole function of the Gender and Development (GAD) Committee is to support volunteer-initiated, gender equity projects around Burkina Faso; however, the committee’s capacity is currently limited by a lack of funding. The primary goal of Sur nos Vélos, pour le Faso! is to generate funds so the GAD Committee can once again begin giving small-scale project grants and Volunteers can continue the essential work of promoting gender awareness and equality in Burkina Faso.
Please help us reach our fundraising goal by visiting our blog and making a donation:
burkinabiketour.blogspot.com
In Burkina Faso, one dollar goes a long way, so even the smallest contribution will make a big difference! Follow our blog, and we will keep you updated on the road!
In addition to supporting future GAD projects, the bike tour will kick-off Burkina Faso’s “Peace Corps at 50 Years” celebration. Riding from village to village, visiting as many Volunteers’ sites as possible, we will have a unique opportunity to interact with communities, raise awareness of the presence and purpose of Peace Corps, and celebrate the many gender equity projects that Volunteers have performed in collaboration with local associations.
Thank you in advance for your support!
Sincerely,
The Bike Tour Team
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Ghana Vacation
The second half of my mom's West African adventure was spent in Ghana. I have been looking forward to a beach vacation for at least the last year and had even planned a trip with some girls in April but had to cancel because of too much work. As I have said many times, Burkina is usually very hot and very dry so I often sit in village dreaming of when I can jump into the ocean, play in the waves, walk in the sand, and eat good food. I was able to do all this during our two weeks in Ghana and more.
We took a bus from Ouaga to Kumasi, a long bumpy ride lasting 16 hours only made worse by the fact I was sick and my whole body ached. I wasn't able to do anything our first day in Kumasi but my mom enjoyed walking around this huge, busy city so unlike Ouaga. The next day we traveled several more hours by bus to Cape Coast and I started feeling better and was fine the rest of the trip. In Cape Coast we got our first view of the ocean and it was magnificent!
Cape Coast Castle is one of the most well preserved of dozens of slave castles located along the West African coast. This also happens to be where President Obama and his family visited on their first official visit to Africa last summer. This fort was built by the Swedes in the mid 1600s, later taken over by the Danes, and then the British before Ghana gained its independence about 50 years ago. It wasn't originally built for the slave trade but later dungeons were built to house hundreds of captured slaves before being led out the Door of No Return to a waiting ship and transported across the Atlantic to the Americas. The castle had a great museum with information about the slave trade and our tour guide was also well informed. Its difficult to imagine the cruelties carried out in this place and the effects on the rest of the world including the changes in African societies, the industrialization of the US, and the power held by the Europeans.
From the castle, you can look down on the beach and see hundreds of fishermen with their wooden boats and green nets. Mom and I were fascinated by watching these men go about their work preparing boats to go out to sea and untangling their gigantic nets. One afternoon as we sat at a restaurant on the beach, we watched over 50 men spend at least 2 hours trying to get a large boat from the beach, over the breaking waves, and into the calmer sea. We were told this was the inaugural voyage for this boat which is why it took so much more work than normal but were still surprised and how difficult it was to get the boat past the cresting waves.
Another day we took a side trip to Elmina, a fishing village just down the coast. They were holding an annual fishing festival so thousands of people and their boats were in town for the huge event. This village is also home to the oldest European structure in Sub-Saharan Africa, a trading fort built by the Portuguese in 1482. This fort, like in Cape Coast, was later converted into a slave castle and housed thousands of enslaved Africans before they were transported across the ocean to a life of servitude if they survived the passage.
From Cape Coast we traveled west along the coast to Takoradi, a large port for ships bringing cargo that spreads throughout West Africa. We then took a long taxi ride on a dirt road to find a small hotel called the Hideout which had been recommended by a friend. It definitely did feel well-hidden and we were happy to arrive after wondering just where we were trying to go. The Hideout is across the river from the village of Butre and usually its easy to go between the two. Unfortunately it had been raining a lot and the river was swollen and had washed out the bridge the morning we arrived. There were small wooden canoes that could take you across but even locals told us they were scared of the river now so we decided to just look at the village and the ruins of another castle from the distance. In Cape Coast and Butre, we stayed in small huts very close to the beach and heard the roar of the ocean and crashing waves all night long. Awesome!
From Butre we went to the town of Busua just a few kilometers down the coast but another long ride because of the flooded river. It seems like Busua is the place to go in Ghana if you want to hang out at the beach. Unfortunately it was cold, gray, and occasionally windy most of the days we were at the beach. I still put my bikini on every day and played in the water. I had been dreaming of this for months! I did find it ironic that it was cold at the beach after months of sweltering in the heat and imagining how good it would feel to go swimming.
We headed back to Kumasi a couple days before Mom flew out and did some last minute shopping. The Kumasi market has been called the largest market in all of West Africa and I would believe it. We spent several hours and saw just about everything imaginable for sale except for arts & crafts or other souvenirs. I also was impressed that we weren't ever really hassled here which I have found to be the case at every other market I've visited. We visited the National Cultural Center the afternoon before our night bus left for Ouaga and found lots of souvenirs including clay beads, batik and tie-died fabrics, a carved wooden statue, and other jewelry.
It was a great trip and I'm happy to have been able to spend time with my mom. We ate lots of great food, played in the ocean, saw some live music and dancing, learned some history, did lots of shopping, and had time to lay around the beach and read. I've been wondering why I couldn't have done Peace Corps in Ghana since we heard there were PCVs in several of the towns we visited. I guess you probably appreciate it more when its vacation though!
We took a bus from Ouaga to Kumasi, a long bumpy ride lasting 16 hours only made worse by the fact I was sick and my whole body ached. I wasn't able to do anything our first day in Kumasi but my mom enjoyed walking around this huge, busy city so unlike Ouaga. The next day we traveled several more hours by bus to Cape Coast and I started feeling better and was fine the rest of the trip. In Cape Coast we got our first view of the ocean and it was magnificent!
Cape Coast Castle is one of the most well preserved of dozens of slave castles located along the West African coast. This also happens to be where President Obama and his family visited on their first official visit to Africa last summer. This fort was built by the Swedes in the mid 1600s, later taken over by the Danes, and then the British before Ghana gained its independence about 50 years ago. It wasn't originally built for the slave trade but later dungeons were built to house hundreds of captured slaves before being led out the Door of No Return to a waiting ship and transported across the Atlantic to the Americas. The castle had a great museum with information about the slave trade and our tour guide was also well informed. Its difficult to imagine the cruelties carried out in this place and the effects on the rest of the world including the changes in African societies, the industrialization of the US, and the power held by the Europeans.
From the castle, you can look down on the beach and see hundreds of fishermen with their wooden boats and green nets. Mom and I were fascinated by watching these men go about their work preparing boats to go out to sea and untangling their gigantic nets. One afternoon as we sat at a restaurant on the beach, we watched over 50 men spend at least 2 hours trying to get a large boat from the beach, over the breaking waves, and into the calmer sea. We were told this was the inaugural voyage for this boat which is why it took so much more work than normal but were still surprised and how difficult it was to get the boat past the cresting waves.
Another day we took a side trip to Elmina, a fishing village just down the coast. They were holding an annual fishing festival so thousands of people and their boats were in town for the huge event. This village is also home to the oldest European structure in Sub-Saharan Africa, a trading fort built by the Portuguese in 1482. This fort, like in Cape Coast, was later converted into a slave castle and housed thousands of enslaved Africans before they were transported across the ocean to a life of servitude if they survived the passage.
From Cape Coast we traveled west along the coast to Takoradi, a large port for ships bringing cargo that spreads throughout West Africa. We then took a long taxi ride on a dirt road to find a small hotel called the Hideout which had been recommended by a friend. It definitely did feel well-hidden and we were happy to arrive after wondering just where we were trying to go. The Hideout is across the river from the village of Butre and usually its easy to go between the two. Unfortunately it had been raining a lot and the river was swollen and had washed out the bridge the morning we arrived. There were small wooden canoes that could take you across but even locals told us they were scared of the river now so we decided to just look at the village and the ruins of another castle from the distance. In Cape Coast and Butre, we stayed in small huts very close to the beach and heard the roar of the ocean and crashing waves all night long. Awesome!
From Butre we went to the town of Busua just a few kilometers down the coast but another long ride because of the flooded river. It seems like Busua is the place to go in Ghana if you want to hang out at the beach. Unfortunately it was cold, gray, and occasionally windy most of the days we were at the beach. I still put my bikini on every day and played in the water. I had been dreaming of this for months! I did find it ironic that it was cold at the beach after months of sweltering in the heat and imagining how good it would feel to go swimming.
We headed back to Kumasi a couple days before Mom flew out and did some last minute shopping. The Kumasi market has been called the largest market in all of West Africa and I would believe it. We spent several hours and saw just about everything imaginable for sale except for arts & crafts or other souvenirs. I also was impressed that we weren't ever really hassled here which I have found to be the case at every other market I've visited. We visited the National Cultural Center the afternoon before our night bus left for Ouaga and found lots of souvenirs including clay beads, batik and tie-died fabrics, a carved wooden statue, and other jewelry.
It was a great trip and I'm happy to have been able to spend time with my mom. We ate lots of great food, played in the ocean, saw some live music and dancing, learned some history, did lots of shopping, and had time to lay around the beach and read. I've been wondering why I couldn't have done Peace Corps in Ghana since we heard there were PCVs in several of the towns we visited. I guess you probably appreciate it more when its vacation though!
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