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Djibouti- "French Somalia"

Published: July 7th 2007Africa » Djibouti
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July 7th 2007

Untitled I got to Ethiopia just last week, on the Wednesday the 4th to be exact. A couple of days later, we set off to Djibouti for the weekend for an AU Conference. Djibouti, the city that is, is a wonderful city right on the water. However, it is probably the hottest place i have ever been to. Compared to Khartoum, the climate in humid, making it feel like a sauna. The city itself is very much a coastal city and has recently been privatized by the Emirates, giving it a slight Dubai feel. Sadly, it seem that the country is on its way to become a replica of Dubai. This would be great for the quality of life of the average person in Djibouti, but I am very much afraid the culture might be ... read more



Tena-White Water Rafting

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » East » Tena
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August 11th 2006

After a trip into the depth of the Amazon Daylin and I headed to another town in the Amazon called Tena. Tena is known to be the number one spot in Ecuador for white water rafting, because of its proximity to the Napo River. Out hostal duena put us in touch with her nephew who ran a rafting agency and we met up with the rest of the rafters early Friday morning. Luckily, only two other girls were on our trip, making our first experience rafting very intimate. I was raining that morning, and we were riding in the back of a pick-up truck to the river all four of us shivering. When we got to the river, we helped with the set up and got to know our crazy guide Tarquino. We did a few ... read more



The Amazon- Cuyabeno

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » East » Cuyabeno Reserve
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August 6th 2006

The week after the volunteer program ended, I was in the oriente with Daylin and Teresa, one of the volunteers. The Oriente is the Amazon part of Ecuador and we stayed in an area called Cuyabeno, 80 km from the Columbian border. We got there on Saturday the 5th late at night, and our guides weren’t there to meet us as a result of miscommunication. The lodge is so secluded that the guides didn’t get a message about our bus time change. When we were out of the bus, we saw the canoe that was supposed to meet up wasn’t there, so we looked for a person to ask for directions and an old man came up to us claiming the guides sent him. We followed him to his shack, where he needed to get some ... read more



La Despedida

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » North » Otavalo
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August 4th 2006

On my last day of school, the director, Gilberto, told me to keep my day free. This meant that i was to give the kids their cumulative exam on Thursday instead of Friday. I thought nothing of it and simply did as i was told. After class on Thursday, the kids asked me to come to school at 10 am, which was odd since school normally stared at 2pm. They said they wanted to have a farewell party and i assumed it was going to be a small party in the classroom with a little bit of food and nothing more. It turned out that they had planned a whole excursion into the forest up in the mountain. Next thing I knew, the kids came to get me from the hostal at 10am, dragged me into ... read more



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July 26th 2006

During our last couple of weeks in Otavalo, two volunteers joined our group; Jackie and Jessie. We took advantage of our mornings off, before teaching in the afternoon, to go on short hikes to places close to Otavalo. That week, we went to visit a tree called Lechero that used to be a site for shamans to perform rituals, with Pablo as our guide. It took us a little less than two hours to get to the tree, trekking through farm fields, forest, and cobblestone roads. Alex, Daylin, and I attempted to converse with Pablo in Spanish, and we were successful, although he spent most of the hike snickering at us. As we approached the tree, we automatically understood why it was chosen by the shamans- it stood magnificently on top of a hill, amongst dry ... read more



Dina

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » North » Otavalo
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July 20th 2006

In the Quichua village I have been teaching in for the last few weeks, a woman, Margarita, runs a small tienda next door. One day, Christopher and me noticed she had a little girl with her. I picked the little girl up, she must not have been a day older than one, and started playing with her. My student, Hilda, said she was her cousin. When I asked Hilda the girl’s name, Hilda said she didn’t have one yet. I was to find out later that it was normal in the Quichua culture to call a baby ¨bebe¨ or wawa, Quichua for baby, until the mother found a name. I joked about calling the wawa Dina, and Hilda, after taking to the mother, told me the mother like the name and was going to call the ... read more



Old Town Quito

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » North » Quito
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July 19th 2006

Quito´s old town is by far one of the only worthwhile places to visit in the capital. Its buildings carry the trace of Ecuador´s colonial era and the prominence of churches reflects Quito´s traditionally Catholic culture. Our first stop was the statue of the Virgen de Quito centering old town, most commonly known as the Panecillo. La Virgen reminds me of pictures of Rio de Janeiro, both overlooking a deeply religious capital. From there, we had a rough idea or the churches and restaurants we wanted to visit. First, we went to Santo Domingo, a Church popular for its plaza, where a statue of Mariscal Sucre stands. Sadly, the inside of the church was being renovated, forcing us to guess what it would look like on a regular day. Although I must say it was interesting ... read more



Fuya Fuya

Published: August 25th 2006South America » Ecuador » North » Otavalo
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July 16th 2006

Fuya Fuya, Quichua for Point Point, is a mountain in the Lagos area close to Otavalo. Its two prominent points give it its name. We drove to Fuya Fuya with the group of volunteers and Christian, Pablo, Grace, and Max who are members of Gilberto´s family. The drive in the jeep was bumpy and, since most of us didn’t know exactly what we were doing, we were quite positive about what was to come. When we got to the first lake, it was midday and the ripples of the lake were made more visible by the sun’s gleaming rays. All this was deceiving since the next three hours would be a just as gruesome as the climb up Mount Kenya five years back. Apart from the difference in length of the hikes, the vegetation was ... read more



Chuchuqui

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » North » Otavalo
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July 10th 2006

I was paired with Christopher to teach at Chuchuqui, the furthest village from Otavalo. This meant that most or even all our kids would be indigenous-something I was hoping for. Our first day of classes was nerve raking since I had no teaching experience, especially with kids in intermediate. We drove up a dirty road to the school where the principal-a middle-aged indigenous woman welcomed us. The kids were all sitting on the curb and we took attendance while we waited for the classroom to be unlocked. When the children were asked their name, a faint whisper came out of their mouths, and soon I realized the idea of me writing down their names was not a good one. Confidence would definitely be an issue to work on. ... read more



"Otavalo!"

Published: August 28th 2006South America » Ecuador » North » Otavalo
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July 8th 2006

We woke up that morning and had breakfast with Andrew and his mother in their house in the Valley- one of the wealthier parts of Quito; a house that reminded me very much of our own in Nairobi. We spend the early afternoon at the country club pool with his sister and younger cousin. This was our last indulgence before going to Otavalo. After watching the disappointing results of the World Cup, with Andrews neighbor cheering and waving his Italian flag, we took a bus to Otavalo. The two-hour bus ride was what I imagined it to be. The bus accumulated more passengers, as it got closer to our destination. Every time I woke up from a quick nap, I saw a significant amount of new passengers, all wearing their Otavalo Indian outfits. Women with their ... read more






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