I can't believe I forgot to mention

It's guava season! Whoop! It's almost as good as mango season...if only I could figure out how to make guava daiquiris...

Delays…

I’m not sure why I haven’t made time to post- lots of exciting things have been happening despite my preoccupation with studying.

1. There’s been an influx of Canadian visitors- YAY, one carrying a care-package from Sarah T. See Ritz bits indulgence below (it’s strange what one craves when away from home for a long time).















I even brought my camera to a party on the weekend & the camera remained stored in my bag for the duration- whoops. There’s been lots of time to catch up with old friends though, a most enjoyable weekend!

2. I’m coaching 4 girls at BSA…we only need a few more to make a full team- keep those fingers crossed, these girls really love ball, I’m so excited!

3. I’ve just finished a beautiful novel by a Nigerian woman named Chimanda Ngozi Adichie called Half of a Yellow Sun. I strongly recommend for those who are interested in my favourite type of novel- historical fiction!

4. I promised an update on my mini-garden. When I returned from India I found my Aloe had been attacked by some insects. Yesterday I went out & soaked the plant in soapy water (I read somewhere that dish soap is supposed to kill the bugs without harming the plant)- but it looks really awful. My dill has come up nicely, but unfortunately the basil has been wiped out by heavy rains, as well as the tomato & chili plants. Boo. I will have to re-group & try again. So much for my green thumb:-(

My poor aloe

My much healthier looking dill!

Adjusting

The whole week I’ve been preoccupied with school books, on-line discussion boards & simply re-adjusting to being a student again. Once I settle in, I’ll be fine- but for now, it’s all a bit overwhelming.

I do have some incriminating photos from Alvin’s “welcome home” bash last Saturday night. A couple of Alvin’s friends had mentioned they wanted to pass through for a visit & to check in on the “patient”. I decided to invite a couple of the girls over (even met some great Canadian gals), & prepare for celebration. We had a blast…and about 5 litres of wine (and that’s only the girls). Alvin was designated photographer as he was the only one with a steady hand (he’s the smart one who is not drinking)…

I’m banking on NO such festivities this weekend. I have to save those brain cells for my studies*wicked smile*.

Here we three usual suspects are cheers-ing to the girls who couldn't be with us- those who are doing exciting things in other countries!















This is the crew. What a soiree.














P.S. Alvin is recovering well. He's busy with work & physiotherapy & will start coaching again as soon as this weekend.

Sunny day

I feel like I can post this photo today (taken from Zambia's independent daily newspaper- the Post- Tuesday) because it is a beautiful sun-shine-y morning. I hope it holds out for the whole day because I want to find my boys at the courts today...keep those fingers crossed.

I shouldn't make light of the flooding situation, but these kids are serious entrepreneurs!

Otherwise, I'm settling back into work & daily Lusaka life. Alvin has started physiotherapy so we hope the road to recovery will be smooth. Our luggage arrived yesterday- at least I'll be able to sport some new Indian attire on the weekend...since I couldn't show it off at work*grin*.

Something I haven't reflected on since I've been so caught up in the trip to India, is the political situation in Kenya. It was a year ago that I went to Nairobi & met a host lovely Kenyan people. A Somali-Kenyan had opened up & mentioned how life could be really hard for her sometimes because though she was born in Kenya, she would never be considered Kenyan. (There are thousands of Somali refugees living in Kenya). I suppose tribal tensions ran deeper than I had imagined.

A friend I made there has lost both of his parents to fire bombing youth. I'm quite shell-shocked and can't imagine how chaotic life must be. Something I find quite ironic now, is that one of the guys I met had been to Vancouver for some exhibit/artshow. He told me he was so shocked that poverty like he saw in Vancouver could exist in Canada. These are guys who grew up in the slums of Nairobi- shocked that East Hastings exsits. Now we all turn and say "typical Africa". My heart is broken for Kenya and my friends.

The Taj Mahal

One of my Indian friends (who also misinformed me that the weather would be nice in India) recommended that we should try to hit the Taj Mahal. Since Alvin has been recovering from the surgery well, and the post-surgery physiotherapy wasn't quite what we had expected, we decided to take a chance & take a day tour.

It was well worth the gruelling 4 hour drive (one way)! I've never been one much for architecture or artsy fartsy tours, but the Taj Mahal is simply breathtaking. I'm so happy we went!

This guy nearly got run over by our bus driver. He ripped into traffic without shoulder checking or worrying about his surroundings- I can't believe Alvin caught the photo!

We had a very informative tour guide, & I'm fascinated by the history of the Taj Mahal, but I know how dry travel logs can get when someone narrates brutally long & unexciting stories. So please peruse the photos at your leisure, and know that I would strongly recommend jumping that plane & seeing it for yourself!

The view from the back, I thought it was lovely.

I'm really here!

The tour also included the Agra Fort. Again, plenty of cool tales about this impressive structure, but I'll refrain from gory details.

I loved this space because it was where the king would meet with his citizens to try to deal with problems. It all seems so civilized (though we don't seem to be learning from the past, what with war all over the world). The other reason I liked this place was that there was a palace for the King's Muslim wife, a palace for the King's Hindu wife, and then an area in which Christians could come & pray (though it wasn't clear if the King actually had a Christian wife...or if the guide was only teasing). Again, what a lesson today's leaders could learn from an ancient Mughal empire...*sigh*

Here is a view from the Fort & if you look hard enough you can see the Taj Mahal over Alvin's shoulder!

Candids from in & around New Delhi

So one day we decide to tour around Delhi, checking out some cool monuments/ markets etc. I was so cold. Don't I look miserable? I kept blowing breath out of my mouth quickly expecting to see my breath.















But the evidence (below) shows that is was actually 13 degrees Celsius. So much more my Edmonton roots*grin*.














We hit the zoo- which was great fun! (I love zoos, museums etc). I thought these were the scariest trash bins ever. And there's Alvin being SUCH a good sport with stairs & long walks ahead...














I saw all sorts of creatures I'd never even heard of. I liked these white tigers- they were described as being 'mutants', not albinos. Seems strange to me...but I was more worried that these beasts would not like my face & jump the dry moat to my throat & their freedom. (Oddly enough, there are no real 'cages' for some of the creatures, it's as if they could climb over the low wall if they so desired).














One of my favourite bits about the zoo is that it's built along the crumbling walls of the "Old Fort". Makes for stunning views in & outside the zoo.

Love Hate

Before the trip to India, I was haunted by words that came flooding back to me from my high school days. My teacher for World Literature- while introducing a book on India- explained that India is a place you either love or hate. When you step off the plane, the decision will be made. There is no in between and no opportunity to change your mind once it’s fallen in or out of love with India. I’m happy to report that I’m NOT a hater! (And that I must have come to the right city at the right time- all of the warnings of the heat & smells of sewer have not inundated me)*grin*

Things I love about New Delhi/ Agra (home to the Taj Mahal):
- that an ox & cart can cause a traffic jam on a major motorway
- that cows wander everywhere (including rush hour traffic in Agra) in search of something to graze. And if they find something on the ground that smells nice, they will stop regardless of what chaos surrounds them
- the shopping (& I am not a shopper)!














- the cacophony of the streets (except when I have a headache)- cars ever honking, cyclists and motorbikes taking over what one could consider a ‘sidewalk’, rickshaws tugging along passengers, and the alleyways that lead to more shops that lead to more fresh chapatti & masala tea
- that an elephant can be found being driven on the busy by-ways of Delhi. I thought nothing would beat that sight…but en route to Agra we found proper camel caravans. I attempted several photos in my excitement, but never captured one. Truly an amazing sight!
- Perfectly rounded, packed, and stacked cow dung patties- ready for trade
- Child beggars will paint their faces & perform acrobatics & bang a drum to attract attention & Rupees (I know, this is not something I can really count as a ‘plus’ for India…but I’d never seen such creative kids during my travels in Africa)
- The diversity of India- the people, the religions, the regions. One could take years to truly get a feel for Indian culture

Despite my excitement as a ‘medical tourist’, my heart couldn’t let me gloss over all of the wonder of India. The poverty is overwhelming. The slums, the public taps open on the side of the highways for public bathing, the mangled bodies asking for handouts, the mothers who maim (or fake injuries) on their children to increase alms. I hate that in the evening when I get back to the hotel room, my throat is irritated from pollution, and when I blow my nose I toss away a black tissue (reminiscent of my days of horseback riding & long days at the stable). Each day at the hotel, something doesn’t work: no electricity, then no Internet, then the toilet doesn’t flush, then there’s a problem with the lights. I’ve had exactly one bath with hot water since I’ve been here (oh, & it’s two weeks worth of bucket bathing here- no luxurious showers or bubble baths)*giggling*. There is also an underlying tension here, as much as I can appreciate the diversity of Indian culture, there is a long messy history of oppression and pain here. It’s sad that I can feel it from the outside.

All of this adds up to one heck of a great experience, though I would certainly never sign-up to live here*smile*. Already, I would love to come back & explore more of India…but it would be best to have a local friend to help understand all that is lost in language etc.
I’m so fortunate to have had a wonderful India experience, but I’m also looking forward to heading back to my second home on Sunday!

The good news is...

Greetings from New Delhi all.

It's been a hectic few days, but Alvin has come out of his ACL reconstruction very well. We both really liked the surgeon & trust that he's done a good job. We are a bit disappointed in a few other things at the hospital, but we knew we were in for adventure, right?! I'm just thankful that he's not in much pain & is in good spirits (though he already wants to head back home to Lusaka)*grin*
Here he is praying to the Indian gods for a swift safe surgery















Post surgery smiles















And this is the view from the hospital room. Not too shabby eh? Though check the haze. I'm convinced it's smog...Or else it's the weather. It's bloody cold. So much for my hopes of 20 degree weather. It's winter- realistically it's about 5 degrees. I'm an ice block:-(














We've been running from appointment to appointment, chasing doctors & nurses, but have finally left the hospital for a couple of days of rest. Well, apparent physiotherapy...but we couldn't get a hold of the physio to come what with not having electricity the whole of yesterday*sigh*. We'll see what today brings.

Since I haven't yet had much time to poke around the big city...I don't have much to report.
Except that I wonder how many people die in motor vehicle accidents in this city every year. A three-lane highway becomes seven lanes (not including the weaving motorbikes) Check the woman riding a motorbike side saddle. And the traffic is MAD. Though to be honest I've only seen one crash.
Here she be, please note NO HELMET either! Yipes.















Traffic















My huge sweeping general observation is that Indians (in New Delhi) walk a heck of a lot faster than Zambians. I was literally running to keep up with the porters who pushed Alvin all over the hospital. It really made me giggle.
I've been LOVING the Indian food. A bit too much I reckon. I think I overdosed on paneer & did the unimaginable.















For some reason Dominos made me think of Cousin Al & sitting at my Auntie Martha's table in Saskatoon...but then that was Pizza Hut pizza, wasn't it?! Well, I savoured every bite & think I can now go back to local cuisine. Without paneer though...

Christmas Bonus

2007 proved the first year that I've ever received a Christmas Bonus. I remember watching my brother longingly when he came home with an envelope of cash during the Christmas season. No such generosity with the companies for which I worked:-(

Now, many of my friends say I'm good with money (Tom would say 'frugal', Pop would say 'stingy') so I decided I would "blow" my Christmas bonus.

I'll be traveling to NEW DELHI INDIA this Monday. Imagine. It's all a little crazy, it seems last minute but it's been in the works for awhile. It's going to be a first attempt at medical tourism as well. Alvin needs to have his ACL repaired, a surgery which cannot be done in Zambia. (Well, at least not with the most recent technology), so we're off for adventure. I hope all goes well so that we have lots of time to poke around the big city. I think I have no idea what I'm getting myself into*grin*.

Next time- tales from India!!

Mango Passionfruit Daiquiris

Need I say more?

The girls got together Saturday afternoon & whipped up some brilliant cocktails. I was so into the blending that I didn't snap one photo- what was I thinking?

When we ran out of mangoes, we had to hit the road to see if we could find some more. We set out for a nearby corner where a truck usually parks selling mangoes by the dozen. With our luck, there wasn't even a basket full of mangoes. We talked to the other resident guys at the corner (selling a variety of items for the home) and one of them leads us to a house that sells fruit. The gentlemen who sells the fruit has knocked off for the day, so the lady of the house said- "No, please, help yourselves". So our new found friend knocks a bunch of mangoes off the tree & we tread home happily with our booty- all for free!

We were so chuffed the next round involved plenty of vanilla vodka...my recently deceased dearest Uncle Ted would have been impressed! One of the girls (note: she is a Rhodes scholar, home on her study break), commented that she would like to see me when I'm a grandma because she thinks it's hilarious how I mix drinks(yes, I do pour a stiff drink...but it always tastes heavenly). Of course, the whole story of Unc's infamous "Creeping Peter's" & his advice to be 'careful not to bruise the gin' came out. Plenty of laughs on a beautiful weekend. It was nice to remember Unc warmly around friends who never knew him.

More from me soon.

Inswa- Part II

I stand corrected.

Thanks to an anonymous comment on my blog, I have learned of an error in my ways. I was with some Bemba friends last night, & I asked- so, when people eat inswa, what part of the inswa do they eat? I was answered with blank stares. I elaborated "Do you eat the wings"? Wings? Laughter. No, of course we eat the bodies.

So there you have it. I believe I was misguided by a certain gardener with whom I work. He enjoys terrorizing me with his favourite cuisine (he collects these massive bright green grasshoppers from the nearby trees, fries them up & eats them- whole- just like that. Legs, eyes- all in tact). I have reason to believe that he was trying to mislead me - which I clearly fell for hook, line & sinker. I've been chuckling since yesterday evening, that some random person I don't even know caught my culprit. I'll have to be better about sourcing my stories before posting them up here*smile*

As for Dave (anonymous commenter)- I have never met a Chikanda while living here, but it is indeed one of my favourite Zambian dishes. Do you remember that one? They also call it African Polony...though it's not made from meat- it's made from groundnuts. Delicious with a bit of chili sauce*winning smile*.

Inswa

I’ve been trying to capture these guys throughout the whole rainy season. They’re these little creatures- which I find quite fascinating- called “inswa”. (Spelling??) Someone once told me they’re flying termites. I’ve come to agree.

Inswa come out just after a rain, or if it’s lightly showering. They come from the ground and gravitate toward light. After a few minutes, wings start to fall off the bodies of the creatures. I thought they all died because countless wingless bodies can be found in puddles of water. But actually, the bodies that make it to dirt will re-bury themselves until a time when they can fly out again. I don’t understand the whole process- how the wings grow, why they fall off so quickly or why the creatures are attracted to water & light- both of which kill them. A bit of Zambian insight: the wings are considered a Bemba delicacy, though I’ve yet to indulge. HA! (Aside: Bemba is one of Zambia’s many tribes, they originally come from Northern and Copperbelt provinces- though plenty have made Lusaka home).

Confession

One of the things I’m most looking forward to in 2008 is my commitment to making less of an impact on the environment. I didn’t think I was doing too badly, until the reality set in that we burn our garbage. I know- horrors. And I can’t actually believe that I’m admitting this so publicly. At the flat where I live, there is a big pit where all of us throw our garbage. When the pit gets to overflowing, the garbage is burnt. It actually hurts me to write this. I’ve always had the option of paying for garbage pick up, but I thought- why should I have my garbage picked up if my neighbours continue to burn there’s? With a little help from Lusaka City Council, and the people who want to get paid for collecting garbage- all of the renters of the flats have agreed to pay for garbage pick-up. This has been something that I’ve wanted to do for sometime, so it looks like 2008 will be a non-burning year for me! YAY! We have invested in hygienic bins, and garbage collection is weekly. It’s all so exciting!















Yes, this is my yard, I’m sorry to admit it. Appalling- I know. I wish I was an expert in composting…I want to convince my neighbours that we need to do all we can to get all of this waste degrading and producing soil that won’t be useless forever. But that’s over-stepping my humble goals for 2008*smile*















I suppose this is evidence of what an awful person I have been. But check the baby chicks…















I will post other “green” decisions that take place. For now I’m chuffed that my herbs are starting to come up (basil & dill), and yesterday I planted tomatoes & cayenne peppers. There will be photos updates of their progress. Promise.

The dill is looking good but I think some of the basil has been washed out by the heavy rains.

My fingers are crossed for some sun.

2008

Admittedly, New Year's Eve was rather a non-event for Alvin & me- though we did manage to stay awake until the witching hour! But New Year's Day was quite busy. Since I didn't get all dolled up for New Year's Eve, I put myself together for a lunch date with Alvin.

We chose to hit a restaurant on the outskirts of Lusaka that is actually quite beautiful- there is a swimming pool, and huge park space. Due to all the rains, everything is lush & green, it was quite lovely.














Immediately after, we were off to a braai (translation: BBQ) at our good friend Sugar's place.

The usual suspects: Kolo, Alvin & Sugar














Esnut & Lombe

The biggest game of Cranium I have ever played ensued shortly after the eating had taken place.

This guy was acting out Britney Spears, we were in stitches!

It was a lovely first day of 2008.

YBL Closing tournament- December 22/23rd, 2007

Just to catch up before the New Year is upon us…here are a few shots from the Youth Basketball League's closing tournament.
It was an exciting tournament for us because three teams travelled from the Copperbelt to compete (girls, U15 boys, and U18 boys). The teams came from one academy and performed very well, especially the girls- who won the tournament! The YBL is also happy that the Zambia Basketball Association supported us in terms of providing us with an official for Sunday’s playoff games. It certainly reduced stress on the coaches & organizers. We hope that this partnership will take off in 2008.

A big thank-you as well to all those who provided prizes:

Paul – shoes for the U18 MVP
Ingeborg & your forces in Norway- your donation from the beginning of the year provided individual awards
Sue Leighton- a basketball was given to both the U15 and Girls winning teams.
Connie- the First Aid Kit was used for minor injuries and we appreciate your contributions so much!
Our events have been all the more successful thanks to everyone’s support.

Here are the winners! (Oh, and the girls Crusaders team had dispersed by the time I could get a photo, so I’ve only managed a shot of their MVP- I’m so sorry that I didn’t get them all together- they were certainly an inspiration to the Lusaka-based girls team)!!

MVP of the U15 reigning champs the Matero Magic- Bongani














Most disciplined Player, from the Magic- Emmanuel














U15 Winning Team (both the league & the tournament for both 2006 and 2007) MAGIC














Kitwe Crusaders MVP- Carol














Since I couldn't get a team shot, here are the winning girls in action! Kitwe Crusaders vs. Chawama's Taifa Panthers














U18 tournament winners- Fountain of Hope















MVP U18- Fountain of Hope's Elliot

Out with the old & in with the new!

Before I forge ahead into 2008, I wanted to thank each of you for your holiday greetings. My little Christmas tree is surrounded by beautiful & thoughtful snail mail cards, my inbox has also received plenty of wishes and photos from your own festivities, and I have also received texts and phone calls. Thanks so much for thinking of me despite the miles.

2007 has been a wonderful year, & I look forward to what adventures 2008 will hold! Best wishes to all of you (as impersonal as it sounds on a blog, I do sincerely wish you the best)...

It’s been a lovely Christmas in Lusaka!

Alvin & I hosted a Christmas Eve party (it seems to be becoming an annual event)- and had a blast. The house emptied of the last party-ers by 3am. Needless to say Christmas Day morning was slow!

Here are Namukolo & Noah















I got in trouble once for not putting a photo of ME on my blog- so here's a photo of me. I don't remember this photo being taken (perhaps one too many glasses of Amarula?), but I sure have long eyelashes in this shot. I wonder if it's a shadow?!














Here I am again with my bululu (Namukolo). (Bululu means 'family')














Sugar with Kolo (It had been a long time since I'd spent time with Sugar, we were all so happy he came over). Note- that's my NEW FRIDGE in the background*WHOOP*. How does one live without a fridge in sub-Saharan Africa for over 2 years...I suppose I adjusted (& of course maximized the use of a deep freezer)- but this IS excitement!! (It allowed me to do up scrumptious tzatsiki and guacamole for the party...)




















Sarah T left her edition of Canadian Cranium with me upon her departure. And let me tell you, we had a SCREAM playing Cranium...we started 4 on 4, but others had to leave, so here were the die-hards. Felt just like home...*smile*














Here is Kolo (again) with our good friend Gabby.















We headed off to Alvin’s grandmother’s farm for Christmas Day. There’s an annual get together with plenty of food and much laughter. We had a lovely time, though I forgot to bring out the camera - oops!

Like Christmas back home- it was nice to spend it with family and friends…& over indulge*smile*.

I’m sure there’ll be more to report as we coast into the New Year!