onsdag 31. mars 2010
Kabale
En skal tidlig krøkes om en skal bli god danser
..Og gode var de.
Gøy å kjenne på muzunguen.
På tog fra hus til hus gjennom den lille villagen
Bestemor er over 90 år og klatrer hver dag i de bratte åsene for å arbeide i jorda. Hun var med å rydde land her for lenge lenge siden. På den tiden var det tett skog, og de måtte ha hunder til å vokte dem for hyenene.
Idyllisk
Med utsikt over lake Binunyu
Kinyamari village
På tur i den vakre villagen Kinyamari
Danse og syngeoppvisning
Bye bye my friens
Alltid viktig å stelle seg
Fantastisk show av Child African School
Imponerende dansing
heisann og hoppsann
Gonzaga i svevet
Nysgjerrige barn
Langdistanse
Teammates
Apekatter?
Workshop
Teamwork - flytte vann fra A til B
Catapilar - haleleken
Vi fikk både se elefanter, flodhester, bavianer og vakker solnedgang på vei til Arua.
Pearl of Africa
Lille Anne var veldig populær blant deltakerne
Bygging av båre
Bilkjøring "the African way"
På grensa til Kongo, i nærheten av Idi Amins hjemsted
Strong African women
Ingen strøm, ingen hindring for Norske jenter med akuttbehov for brownies.
torsdag 11. mars 2010
Women´s day
In the market in Kalerwe
Peter bargaining
Chicken-shopping
Little chick
The execution
First put the chicken in warm water, then rib it
The boys day at the kitchen
In Uganda 8th March is a public holiday, so Monday we had free from work. This day women are not supposed to do anything. Men should cook and clean, and women should go out and enjoy themselves. This day many funny dishes are served in Ugandan homes, included our apartment. “The boys” Peter and Justus came to cook for us. We went to the market and bought vegetables and a live chicken. We got some banana leaves and I did my first chicken-murder. I stood on its feet and wings, ribbed the neck, and since we didn’t have any axe, I had to cut over the neck slowly and brutally with a knife. I was pretty proud of myself when I after ribbed the still shaking chicken. From women’s killing to men’s cooking. I and Kaia were not allowed in the kitchen at all, and Peter and Justus prepared a delicious African meal for us, that we ate on the floor with our hands. After dinner the boys took the dishes while the girls were relaxing. It was funny with a special day for the women, but as everybody knows, women’s day is every day.
Rwanda
View from Rwanda Memorial Centre
"Motos" with helmets and uniforms
"The land of a thousand hills"
Kaia after her hole-accident
CHRISC training
Visit in "Hotel Rwanda"
I and Kaia took Starways bus to Rwanda night to Thursday. The reason was to renew our visas, meet our friend Magne and visit CHRISC Rwanda. The first meeting with “the land of a thousand hills” was cool. The guards checked our luggage and removed all plastic bags, which are illegal in Rwanda. The second thing we noticed was that the bus that had been driving at the left side on the road for hours suddenly shifted to right side. After 9 hours we arrived Kigali, the capital of Rwanda. The city was clean, green, and not overloaded of cars and people, like Kampala. The boda-bodas, here called moto, had uniforms, everyone had to use a helmet and you could only sit one at a time on each bike. All in all we had 4 fun days:
- We went to Rwanda Memorial Centre
- We had croissants and coffee at Mille Collins, or “Hotel Rwanda”.
- Kaia fell into an over-a-meter-deep hole. Extremely funny, except from her twisted ankle. She will be a legend in this street because many people were watching and this was very unexpected from a muzungu.
- We played pool with professionals
- We went for fabric shopping
- We saw the good work CHRISC does in Kigali
- We got lost on “motos” in the night because the drivers didn’t know English
- We had a good and funny dinner with National Coordinator in CHRISC Rwanda, Paul, his wife Kate and their little girl Neril
- We slept a lot in good beds, free from the Kampala-sounds of dogs barking, cocks crowing, cars hooking, music and people.
- We had coffee every day at bourbon coffee
- We shopped designer dresses to use the rest of the Rwandan money
After a successful trip we went back with our beloved bus "Kampala Coach". In the evening we had to stop because the front window of the bus crushed. Africans are creative, so the driver just bought a helmet from a boda boda driver so he could continue to Kampala without window.