Blogs from Africa - page 12

On Tuesday, because I still didn’t have my internship since they had a week of Easter Holiday, I just went onto campus early to try to type up my last blog post…which I failed to do until a week after. But I got to campus to not only find out that I didn’t really have access to internet but that the University Professors just went on strike…meaning that I didn’t even have dance class that evening. Instead I began typing up some documents for my Dance Professor because I can type a lot…faster than a lot faster than the professors and students in the dance department. So I was still put to work and my only thing that I could say once I finished was to have my work count towards my grade in anyway, like ... read more

Resumo: Namíbia é muito diferente do que eu imaginava; Não encontrei algo que fosse a minha cara para trabalhar; Perdi a Memória; Estou bem. Ao cruzar a fronteira Zambia/Namibia percebi que tudo era bem diferente da Africa que eu estava acostumada a viajar. Desde Zimbabwe tudo mudou. Começou a ficar mais caro, as cidades eram maiores, predios, as pessoas falam bem ingles .. Cheguei em Windhoek (capital) e fiquei besta. Parecia Europa! Visitei uma "favela" - Katutura - mas que nada se compara as favelas que visitei em outros paises aqui na africa. Encontrei então o projeto 'Hope Village' que abrigava crianças orfãs. Eles tinham de tudo: comida, roupa, quarto limpo e arrumado, voluntarios .. me senti totalmente inutil. Acho que fiquei mal acostumada com os padroes da Leste Africano. Enfim, nao senti vontade de trabalhar ... read more

By the time we had crossed into Togo it was late in the day and we had little time to find the campsite. It was a bit unnerving as the moment you cross the border you are spat out right into the centre of Lome and forced to negotiate the gauntlet that is African urban driving. Even in the fading light you could see that the city had seen better days as we drove along the promenade passing the various crumbling edifices that were thrown up in the post independence building boom. Although the palm tinged promenade and wide colonial era boulevards had a certain charm the city had long lost its tag as the Paris of West Africa. After a few wrong turns around the docks and some questioning from an inquisitive policemen we manage ... read more

Aufbruch ins Ungewisse Das Frühstück in Tozeur verbrachten wir mit einem echten deutschen Touristenpärchen fortgeschritteneren Alters im ansonsten leeren Frühstückssaal. Dann ging es auf zur Place de Louages, wo unser Freund vom Vortag uns schon erwartete und uns eine Louage zuwies, in der bereits ein paar Tunesier und tatsächlich auch zwei Backpacker saßen. Aber auch eine alte Bekannte war mit dabei: die FahrerIN musste dieselbe sein, von der Viktor erst am Abend zuvor aus seinem Tagebuch vorgelesen hatte: Die „Schwarze Furie“. So viele mit Nikhab verschleierte Fahrerinnen konnte es auf genau dieser Strecke nicht geben. Sie spracht kein Französisch, schnatterte dafür umso lauter auf arabisch in ihr Handy und störte auch sonst durch ihr äußerst selbstbewusstes Verhalten das deutsche Bild der unterdrückten Schleierfrau. Mit einem jungen Spanier und einem ju... read more