Without Electricity

I don't know if you faithful blog followers have noticed my web silence of late, but indeed the power has been out for the last two days.  It went out Tuesday evening, and just came back late Thursday evening (in fact, I had already gone to bed, so I was woken up by the cheering of my housemates).  Let me tell you, life without power in Africa is interesting.  The blackout was our entire side of town--apparently some wires somewhere got covered in water.  No power meant no lights, no air conditioning, no water (pump runs on electricity), no electrical outlets, and no Internet.  Everything in the fridge went bad, and we're still fighting the stink.   Anyway, we managed, taking showers with no water pressure in the dark, and playing lots of Mafia by flashlight.  During the second evening, I thought I had solved the problem of our miserably warm nights without air conditioning.  I exclaimed, "Greg, let's go get the fan!"  I couldn't understand why he wasn't getting excited by my ingenious idea--until I realized than my brilliant plan required the very electricity the lack of which had landed us in the quandry in the first place!  Needless to say, we had a good laugh at that.  So I have two days of Internet and computer-related tasks backlogged, but I will get new posts up soon.  Gotta love Africa! And I truly do. :)

Back at Nhamatanda

Last year, one of the most memorable experiences of my trip was our visit to Nhamatanda orphanage.  You can read my blog post about it here. We were ushered into the great room for our customary greeting in song and prayer, and as I clapped along I scanned the crowd and was delighted to see familiar faces.  When I introduced myself and told them I had such an incredible time last year I just had to come back, there was lots of applause and enthusiastic nods from the boys who remembered me.  I love these children!

All morning we taught them how to weave baskets and make friendship bracelets, while I chatted away with them about their names and ages and school and desires.   After lunch my boys taught me how to play a fun game with the soccer ball.  We gave them the soccer ball when we left, as well as school kits with pencils and a notebook, all of which they were very excited and grateful about. 

It's a strange set of emotions that wash together as we load up into the bed of our Land Cruiser truck and drive away, waving all the time.   Happiness and love for these beautiful children.   Sadness at their situation, many without parents or separated from their family.   Amazement at their cheerfulness despite the difficulties they face.  I told them I would be back, and I'm a man of my word, so this will not be my last visit to Nhamatanda.  Until next time, Edson, Johnny, Wiat, Johnny, Joao, Paizinho, Rosa, Jacob, and Lisboa!

Rosa and Paizinho, who I interviewed about their school
experience to share with my fourth graders this fall

Edson, Antonio, Joao, and Johnny, my boys from last year

Me and Lisboa.  I won't forget your name, Lisboa!

Hunt for Elephants

Gorongoza National Park Safari 2

There is something surreal and extremely exciting about setting out early in the morning in search of big game in Africa.   It is the very definition of adventure.

Morning safari starts with breakfast at 6:00am, in the jeep by 6:30

Such-what-a bird

Impalas.  Funny, we counted 187 warthogs, but I don't
have a single picture of one.

Yeah, let's safari!

Guess what animal this is and you WIN!

Picnic lunch on the way home

I am now totally used to driving on the left side of the street,
passing cars on the right and avoiding oncoming traffic.

Gorongoza National Park Night 1

The road to Gorongoza is full of huge, deep potholes.   That
means the drive there is an adventure, to say the least.  :)

Everybody in the shapa on the way to Gorongoza

So randomly we ended up in the same safari jeep as a Mozambican
TV star named Stewart.  They filmed our whole safari and us--I'm going
 to be on Mozambican TV! :)

Besides being a beautiful scene, this picture is also full of animals
too small to see, warthogs, birds, impalas, etc.

Can you find the monitor lizard?

Sunset on the plains of Africa.

 We stayed in these nice bungalows in a place called Chitengo, near the center of the park.  It was probably the equivalent of a one-star hotel, but for us it felt like a serious upgrade--I had a scalding hot shower, and I could make it as long as I wanted!   After the safari we rendezvoused at the restaurant for a buffet dinner, which was also fit for kings.   I actually asked to see the cook (which surprised them I'm sure to have a white guy ask them in fluent Portuguese, I think they thought I was mad) and told him that the food was amazing.  Veal, cod with potatoes, rice with bacon, meat bread, rolls with real butter, salad, and a variety of fluffy and warm desserts (yay for sponge cake)!   When we went back to our bungalow, I felt so content.  I was clean, full, and just plain happy--the whole experience had a bit of that vacation fun feel.   It felt good to be in Africa, and I knew that I was getting exactly what I was hoping from the experience once again.   Thank you, Africa!

It Never Gets Old

HELP team volunteers split their time between community service projects, visiting orphanages, and vocational training.  Vocational training is one of my favorite things to do.  Vocational training consists of teaching skills to children ages 9-14 within a certain village.   We teach them to sew backpacks, weave purses and baskets out of yarn and cord, and make brick molds.  I will never tire of sitting with a group of African children and teaching them to do one of the our projects.  They pick it up so quickly, and I love to teach them.

I can't really explain it well, but I LOVE these kids so much--the moment we pull up to a village I am so excited to get out and get to teach them and play with them.   When its time to go, I just want to hug them so tight and tell them I love them, and I wave like a little kid at my new friends as we drive away.   

Ernesto, Phillip, Paizinho

I got out my bubbles to keep the other kids busy. :)

  

My attempt at torta de frango (chicken cake/casserole).
Everyone said it was tasty--maybe they were being nice. :)

Just Pics

Hammer King make 8 benches.  Ooo-ha-ha!

Some volunteers leave.   It wasn't as happy
as we're making it out to be.  We miss them!

I had to take a picture of this.  The 1-year-9-month-year-old is doing
laundry with her big sister.  She would wring out her little undies
then go hang them to dry.

One example of the incredible work Care For Life does--teaching
families to make and grow their own gardens.

This is a machine for making woven floor mats.

Me and Silva in Ngupa.  Silva is a education promoter for
Care For Life and wants to be a doctor.

Me and the youngest volunteers on the beach.  They
swarm-hugged me and demanded a picture. :)

Beach on the Indian Ocean in downtown Beira.
I love this picture.