Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Queen Elizabeth National Park

By land...





and boat...

Dominant male Hippo Dad


Some chillin' bulls


Hippo mom and little hippy


Uganda's national animal - the cob


Crocodile


A kingfisher (which is actually a bird)


and eagle


the skull of a buffalo


biodiversity at the beach


A trio of rejected, troublesome elephant bulls had been ousted by their matriarchs and now live a disgruntled life on the periphery.


simple pleasures...


These fisher-folk suffer and are somewhat subsidized by the government, having retained their right to stay when the park was established.


We saw them at launch time as they paddled out of Kalinzu River, toward Lake Edward.

with love from Jen

Monday, 23 July 2012

The Pygmies

These are not the Pygmies. These are my new friends from Belgium! Peter, in the bow, has family connections in Lira in north central Uganda. We had a boat tour to the primitive Pygmies' village.





They get the call that a boatload of muzungus are on their way, and in the spirit of tourism and profit, they dance and we pay for the cultural experience. I expected the Pygmies to be smaller than they were, and their hilltop dwellings were the most extreme poverty I have seen yet.






Sorghum is the main crop here, used for making local beer.





Sun dried sorghum


Even Tim got in on the dance action!





Mamas with babies





With love from Jen

Lake Binyoni

Near Kabale, in south,western Uganda, near the Rwandan border, is the deepest crater lake in the whole country, and right beside the lake is a beautiful resort with pathways made of rock and swimming without risk of bilharzia.





On the five hour journey here, my fatigue set in, and I was glad to be heading out of the bush for a little while. Here is the best view of Queen Elizabeth Park.


Trees are at a premium for fuel. We saw many people carrying huge loads on their heads and backs.


Deforestation is happening.


Papyrus plants reminded me that I shall teach Grade 7 social studies again next year...those tricky Mesopotamians!


And then there were dusty hills, made worse by vehicle traffic...


and a rock mine with workers of all kinds.


Terraced gardens filled the misty landscape.


with love from Jen

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Words to live by

These are the bits of wisdom that greet me each day.














with love, from Jen

For girls only (no photos)

Okay gals, I need to connect because personal hygiene is not easy around here, especially at this time of the month (no photos). The biggest impediment to dealing with normal things in a manageable and easy way are the rats. When a girl is tucked into both her sheet and mosquito net as tightly as possible to keep the rats off her bed, she tends to ignore even the urgent calls of nature.

Last night I pointed the headlamp directly AT the rats. I could always hear them, but I'd never looked. They turned out to be quite visibly busy, pacing the upper edge of wall cement, just under the tin roof. Bits of concrete and sand had been falling on the surfaces in my room, and I hadn't quite figured out why.

With my gaze comfortably easing on the busy rodents, at a safe distance, suddenly one rat slipped on a loose piece of concrete and fell directly to the floor (room is 7' x 5').

"Ahhhh!" I screamed. And the guards were at the door. Our hired police helpers are here to keep the Congan rebels away, and wouldn't you know that rats steal the show. It was 2 am. I heard them say, "She should come here in winter" After my second squeal, Nelson arrived as my knight in wrapped white towel, and he made plans for 'serious discipline' tomorrow.

I have been given a tub and a jerry can of water to take care of bathing. Honestly, I don't have a problem with turning that tub into a commode if it will save me from the latrine at night.

All bathing happens outdoors, but Nelson told me that I will wash indoors because otherwise everyone would come to see my white body. The result is that I can bring various tubs of liquid from my house, no questions asked ;)

Laundry is all done by the folks around here, so there is no privacy about soiled clothing. I try to wash undies in my room, but I hesitate to keep any wet, juicy things indoors, for fear they will draw closer my long-tailed roommates.

I am being watched at all times - the neighbours and all passers-by during the day, the guards at night, everyone I pass on a boda yells directly to me - the foreign white person,"Hi, muzungu! How are you, muzungu?" Sometimes I feel like responding, "Hi local black person! How are you?"

In the end, Robina is my female go-to. She schools me on the latrines and laundry, laughing at my questions with kindness and care. Thank goodness I am through the first, heavy day. I have been to the latrine too much for my liking, but in the end, all is well and only slightly stained.

The funniest thing is that Robert served liver for dinner. It's full of iron and blood for someone who's menstruating! These people are amazing and so warmly connected. I hope to bring a bunch of that home to my family, friends, colleagues and students...liver, that is.

The rat just dropped another chunk from up there.

With love from Jen

Friday, 20 July 2012

Bwera Workshop Social

It's interesting that whereas Canadian teachers pay for their professional development, Ugandan teachers expect to be paid to learn. Our wind-up social at the Hippo Resort, however, was a dream come true for these guys. They looked great and sang to popular radio tunes with laughter and fun on the way out.





These are fishing boats just outside the resort.





Everyone wanted a photo opportunity. Timony is special to me because he is the agriculture teacher - he really knows about the issues around conservation, and he speaks powerfully well. He also has a brilliant smile, an expressive face, and a very caring nature.


Boats move by pushing the stick.


A quick sunset glimpse


The teachers are Josiah, Landus, Jophez, Robert (head teacher), Wilson, Yowel, Lazarus (you remember from fishing at the Congo border), Sabiti, Timony, Gideon (deputy head teacher), and the ever-funny Goffrey. They are an excellent team of teachers.


I would have taken more photos at the social, but we were indulging and playing volleyball. Good times were had by all!
with love, from Jen

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Bwera Workshop Days 2 & 3

A hearty breakfast in my room this morning includes (left to right) tomato sauce, sugar, soya tea powder, freshly roasted g-nuts, spaghetti, hot water in the thermos, my tea, scrambled eggs, deep fried and salted chips with pieces of tomato, rye bread and utensils. The meals are amazing!


After sharing the recycling projects of the bottle cap box and plastic bag mats, the teachers showed me some student flip flops, common with the youth here in Uganda. They last forever because they are made from old tires!


On Day 2 we discussed the remaining environmental concepts, vocabulary, and questions, then moved into some teaching strategies - many of which had been modeled through our exploration of environmental education.


Once the importance of student-centered learning was somewhat clear, we got to know Gardiner's multiple intelligences.


and Bloom's Taxonomy of Thinking, which encourages teachers to call students beyond knowledge and comprehension, toward evaluation, analysis, and synthesis - creating newness from your learning. We wrapped up Day 2 with a stellar volleyball lesson that included activities for each intelligence.

Another village walk happened today after school, with the Nelsons, Gideon and Lazarus leading me to the river that borders Congo and Uganda. In the cool river, banana boozers make pure, distilled alcohol from bananas fermented in the jungle. The distillers had packed it in for the day, but we found the fermenting fruit on our way out.


This would be strong juice. It stays in the bucket for five days.


Then the concoction is filtered into an empty barrel in the pit at the bottom of this slope, between Nelson and Lazarus. The wood structures keep the chunky stuff contained.


Once filtered, the juice sits in the jungle for three more days before it is distilled through heat and pipes at the river's edge. The guys managed to find a sip for us with a local gathering of men at someone's place.

There were a few other interesting things along today's walk.





vanilla beans,


some women's work that needed doing,


the river that borders Uganda and Congo,


Lazarus fishing,


Gideon posing,


The Nelsons showing affection, as men do here.


a palm oil tree


and it's prickly, unripened berries,


a coffee sifter (Arabica, Corona and Robust are grown here),


some rare beans that once were plentiful and will be planted at the school.


and the magnificent Western Rift Valley.


Workshop Day 3 my camera battery was being charged (no electricity at home). We applied environmental integration, modern teaching methods, multiple intelligences and high levels of thinking to each teacher's subject area. In the afternoon, everyone learned to plain and crochet, having collected plastic bags as homework.

Dinner is squash, Irish potatoes, rice, beans, cabbage and tea. I use the spoon to serve and now eat with my hands.


with love from Jen