Monday 29 December 2008

Part 2 Begins...

After a whirlwind pit-stop at home, I am off again for part 2 of my 'Big Year Out'. I'm spending the next 6 months in South America - visiting friends, travelling and soaking up the continent that I love. The aim is to come back with a reasonable grasp of Spanish...whilst having a bloody good time!

The rough plan is outlined below - although the only part that is fixed at the moment is the first month in Buenos Aries where i'll be studying hard at my Spanish school...whilst enjoying the delights of an incredible city:
  • Jan: Argentina (Buenos Aries)
  • Feb (first two weeks): Chile (Santiago and South)
  • Feb/March/April: Brazil (carnival time!)
  • April: Venezuela
  • May: Columbia
  • June: Panama/Costa Rica

All i ask is that you occasionally drop me an email to tell me whats going on...and that you try not to mess up the economy any more than you have done in the last 6 months...If I can't get a job then I may not come back at all!

Monday 15 December 2008

Big Year Out - Half Time

So, this is it, the last entry from Uganda, from ‘Part 1’ of my year out – how is it possible?! It only seems like a couple of months have gone by since I set off from blighty to change the world (!) – and yet I have experienced so much, seen so much, learnt so much and, I think, achieved so much!

Ok, before I get all emotional lets update you on the last 5 weeks (it’s been a while since the last entry!)

First up is the visit of my good mate Jez. Jez was over for 10days and it was just quality. It was brilliant to show him around Bajjo, to introduce him to my new friends, to watch his face as he saw small children running around with large machetes for the first time, to put him to work digging the 5-a-side football pitch and to just kick back and laugh, a lot, with a good mate. During his visit we also spent a few days up in Murchison Falls National Park, spying elephants, giraffes, hippos, crocodiles , waking up to giant warthogs sniffing the tent and trekking with Rhinos…and, or course, sampling the night life of Kampala for a bit of well earned party time!! Thanks for coming out mate, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

One thing that I hoped to get invited to while I was here was a local wedding. My wish came true when the brother of Justine (our neighbour) got married last month. We rushed around Kampala the night before buying cheap shirts, ties and trousers and turned up at a gospel church in Kawempe (a slum area just outside Kampala) the next day. Being a gospel church they had a great choir which was definitely the highlight of the day (along with the strange whooping noise that people make when they are celebrating a joyous occasion!..)…waiting 2 hours for the bride to arrive in sweltering heat dressed in thick trousers, shirt and tie was not so fun (I know its tradition for the bride to turn up late…and time has no meaning here…but 2 hours was just taking the piss!) The reception wasn’t quite the crazy, dance fest I had expected…instead it was about 4 hours of speeches from men (only) in the family saying the same thing over and over again, all translated into three languages (‘thank you God for putting these two people together, we have been blessed’….etc…). I did get some booty shaking (and of course pointing!) in at the end, but not enough for my liking! Still it was good day and I’m glad I got the chance to experience it.

On the project side of life we have had a great, if incredibly busy last few weeks (and there I was naively thinking that we would get all our work done early and kick back and enjoy the experience for the last couple of weeks!). In the last 3 weeks we have:

- Built a playground at the school which included; monkey bars, tyre swings, stepping stones, rope ladder climbing frame, parallel bars (for disabled kids) and colourful benches.
- Painted health messages on the school (a requirement in Uganda)
- Attached guttering and bought a huge water tank for the school to ensure the kids have fresh rain water (they currently drink very dirty water from a well close to the school)
- Organized the second village party (a great success with nurses from a local clinic in attendance giving a talk on HIV and providing outreach HIV testing and counseling….along with the ever popular football and netball tournaments)
- Marked out the best football pitch in the district (we have spent the last few months digging a trench to drain a large area of land, which was finally dry enough to be marked and an exhibition match was played at the end of the village party…a game in which my team lost 2-1…after I missed a penalty in front of a capacity crowd…its gonna haunt me months to come!)
- Picked up a wheelchair for a severely disabled kid in the village and took him for his first ride
- Karl completed a week of training with AMREF staff (the whizzkids HIV & lifeskills programme that Karl wrote in South Africa and that we have been running in Bombo is to be used by AMREF as part of their strategy to fight Malaria, TB and HIV in Uganda – a great partnership and one that I feel I can take some satisfaction from having made the introduction between AMREF and Whizzkids following the work I did for AMREF in London earlier this year)
- The ‘Bajjo Craft Makers’ had a day trip to Kampala to meet prospective buyers for their products and were officially formed as a business/organization when they paid their registration fee, signed the group operating rules and received a donation from wannabeamazin to help them with their capital costs (a proud moment for me – its been a struggle, especially with some of the business training I conducted – most of the women in the group hadn’t picked up a pen since they were at school 30 years ago…that’s if they even went to school!!)
- And, finally, we finished writing our wannabeamazin programme manauals for Art, Creative Studies, Junior Academy and Sports. We have printed them and put them together in folders to form a very professional looking set of programmes..and something we are all incredibly proud of.

So, in an ode to my time at Accenture, what were the lessons learnt in the last 6 months:

- Things take a looooooong time to happen in Africa
- Maybe Idi Amin wasn’t all bad
- In a dark bar I look like Michael Schofield (stop laughing)
- Tiny parasites called Jiggers hurt, a lot.
- I can’t live without a shower, toilet or oven indefinitely – 6 months is enough
- Kids in the UK are wrapped up in too much cotton wool – let them play with knives – they’ll soon learn
- Things take a long time to happen in Africa
- Human sacrifice is still performed fairly regularly in Uganda!
- Malaria, TB and HIV really do kill a lot of people every day in Africa (I’ve seen it first hand)
- We really don’t appreciate how many opportunities we have in the UK – we can do anything if we really want to – anyone moaning about their situation needs to just look around at all the possibilities and grasp them
- Kids don’t need expensive toys – a bottle top can keep them amused for hours
- Termites are bloody destructive creatures
- Things take a long time to happen in Africa
- I can happily live without a TV…but I do miss watching major sporting events (still gutted I didn’t see Bolt break the 100 and 200m records at the Olympics…and the recent Joe Calzaghe fight..)
- Experiences are enhanced when shared with a loved one…finding someone that you love, that you truly love, who is in the same place as you (mentally and physically) is a near impossible task
- Fried grasshoppers are really quite nice…fried white ants are not so nice
- I still love travelling and meeting new people – but friends and family are impossible to replace
- Things take a long time to happen in Africa
- Change in Africa has to come from Africans
- Education is key to a countries development – it really can affect the mindset, culture and development of a country
- Working in a culture that has no concept of time is at first interesting, then annoying and ultimately incredibly frustrating!
- Things take a bloody long time to happen in Africa!!
- I can kill a chicken.


I have had a great weekend to finish on - we invited around 40 people to our house on Friday night to have a big Christmas party and gave out presents to many of the people there –seeing the kids faces as Vinny (our local employee) came round the corner dressed up in a Father Christmas outfit was priceless! We followed that with a meal on Saturday at the local chairmans house, and another one yesterday with SPAU (the charity we have ‘officially’ been working under here). I left Bajjo yesterday and it was hard, really hard. I have become so close to the people there, especially our immediate neighbours...I’m not ashamed to say that a tear was shed.

And so, I fly home today. Looking back at the goals I had for my time in Uganda – to have an adventure and to do something ‘good’ – I can say, hand on my heart, that they have been achieved…and I am just so thankful that I have had this opportunity, and that I picked this option over a couple of others that I had. This has been an incredible experience, one that has helped me to develop again as a person, as a human being. And, as I leave Uganda, I know that Uganda and the people of Bajjo will never leave my heart – I’ll be back, that’s for sure.

Tuesday 11 November 2008

Change is coming...

The end of my African adventure is in sight, less than 5 weeks left…where has the time gone?! We are busier than ever trying to finish writing our recreational programmes, building the sports pitches, train a group of budding business women, launch the outreach clinic and get everything in place to ensure that what we have started will continue long after we have left the place I have come to call home for the last 6 months – Bajjo!...

Last week was Annas birthday and she decided a trip to Kampala for the night to sample some meat, wine and a hot shower was in order to celebrate – I certainly wasn’t arguing. We took Vinny (our local programme manager) along for the celebration. Now, although Vinny is reasonably well educated (he almost finished secondary school) and his English is pretty damn good (he’s even using a bit of slang now!) he is a true village boy, and rarely travels into the city (this was his third time in 2008 and the second time was when we took him to watch Uganda play football last month!). It was truly a night of ‘firsts’ for Vinny – his first ever hot shower, his first ever pizza and his first ever time on the internet (I have been giving Vinny regular computing training sessions on our laptop so he can send us reports when we are back in the UK but this was the first time he had used the internet and email!). When I told him that the internet was like a giant book with pages about every conceivable subject he could ever imagine I don’t think he believed me…but an hour sitting on Google typing in anything that came in to his head convinced him and, to be honest, blew his mind a little bit!

My rare mid-week internet access is due to the fact that I am preparing myself for the impending arrival of Mr Jeremy Katz tomorrow morning. Jez is a good mate of mine and I’m thoroughly looking forward to the next couple of weeks. I shall be ensuring he earns his keep with some hard graft sorting out the five-a-side football pitch, constructing a climbing frame and painting the school…but will also take in one of the highlights of Uganda – Murchison Falls National Park (includes the worlds mast powerful waterfall). And yes, for those that have requested it, I will try and sort out some pictures of the locals stroking the body hair of my furry friend (see earlier blog for those who are confused)!

The big news item last week, that no doubt didn’t go unnoticed where you were(!), was of course the US election. It’s amazing how the election has gripped Africa as I’m sure it has everywhere else. Food stalls have re-named themselves to ‘Obamas outlet’ and ‘Barrakcs Buns’ (ok I made the second one up, but you get the idea!) and on the lead-up to the election locals in Kampala would regularly call out their support for Obama as you walked past (we muzungu are all the same – American, English, whatever!). The night itself coincided with Annas birthday so we were in Kampala and thus had access to TV’s – indeed the hostel we were staying in had an all night election party for all the ‘Peace Corp’ in Uganda (can never say ‘Peace Corp’ without using an American accent…or smirking afterwards…not sure why!). The reaction the morning afterwards was even more amazing – as we walked through Kampala locals were constantly coming up to us shouting the name ‘Obama’ and enquiring as to whether we supported him. There is a real feeling that because of his African roots he is gonna directly help every individual here in some way. Now, while I think that Obama is a great choice, I’m not sure American policy towards Africa will change that much and ,indeed, one of the things that people don’t necessarily give Bush credit for is the huge amount of money he has ploughed into Africa over his 8 year term (albeit with a number of conditions attached...). At any rate, if change is going to really happen in Africa then it will have to come from the people that are here, not a leader from some ‘developed’ country overseas… Right, before I get into a really deep political rant, lets talk about eating bugs!

So, when I am travelling I always like to try and sample the local foods. For me it’s part of the experience and living here in Uganda has been no different. One of the local delicacies that has only recently come into season are flying ‘white ants’. They are about an inch long and are similar to the flying ants we get in England in the summer – the ones that all of a sudden appear on a summers day and start flying around in swarms (how the hell they all coordinate and synchronise when they emerge from their nests is one of lifes great mysteries!). It’s exactly the same here – although it seems to be every couple of weeks that is designated as ‘flying day’ and the little beasts decide to take to the air...and the locals love it, especially the children! They run around catching them as they fly from their nests (they are quite sluggish in the air) and pop them straight into their mouths! Now, whilst I like to try everything, I haven’t quite brought myself around to eating them ‘raw’. Nope, being a sophisticated fellow, I wait for Justine next door to wash them, then fry them before I sample the little blighters! And what are they like, I hear you ask…’crunchy’ is all I can say – they are neither good nor bad, just kind of crunchy!

Idi Admin, the name in the West conjures up images of mass graves, of oppression and of evil dictatorship. But the impression of Idi Amin here in Uganda is not the one that was portrayed in ‘the last king of Scotland’. Indeed I have spoken to a number of people now about Idi Amin and what they think of him and have received the same view from people of different tribes, from different areas of Uganda and with different levels of education – that Idi Amin was not such a bad guy, that he didn’t commit all the atrocities we are led to believe in the West. Indeed the general feeling is that he was a good, honest leader who helped to develop the country in many ways. The stories of mass killings that we are told in the West are said to unfounded, unproved or the work of the opposition who then blamed Idi Amin for the atrocities. It is interesting that this view is repeated across Uganda and you start to wonder who has been fed propaganda…is it us in the West, by Governments that had fallen out with Amin and were not comfortable with his relationship with Colonel Gaddafi and so led a huge smear campaign assisted by Amins opponents in Uganda…or have the Ugandans been brainwashed into believing that one of their former leaders was really a hero and that the meddling of foreign governments prevented him from fulfilling his dream of developing Uganda into a great developed nation…who knows!?

Finally a quick word to all the accenturites out there reading this – have a few leaving drinks on my behalf this Friday! For those not enclosed in the dark world of accenture you probably won’t be surprised to find out that the current global ‘credit crunch’ (that has barely made the news over in Uganda) has hit accenture hard and they have been through a big process of cost cutting and redundancies. The process has, apparently, been a long one, although I only heard about it last Wednesday evening when HR rang me informing me that the deadline for applying for voluntary redundancies had passed! I managed to get an extension considering my circumstances (complete and utter ignorance of the whole process!) and, after considering the package on offer, had my mum submit the appropriate forms on Thursday (lack of internet needn’t be a blocker in these circumstances when you have supportive family!). By Monday this week my application was accepted and that is pretty much that. After a little over 4 and a half years of working for one of the biggest consultancy companies in the world I am out of there. It’s a strange feeling, but I think it is definitely the right decision – I have been thinking about leaving for a long time and this provided me the perfect ‘get out’! It feels good, I can go into the second half of my year out with a clear head and can think about what I really want to be do with my life, hmmm…

Thursday 23 October 2008

Michael Schofield? - Yeah thats my brother

Football - what most of us know and something that Americans just need to accept – it is the most popular game in the world. No question. In Europe it’s huge, in Asia they are fanatic, in South America there are more football goals than you would believe and in Africa it’s a way of life! People love it here and, in particular, the English premiership! People are either Man Utd or Arsenal fans (with a few Chelsea and Liverpool thrown in for good measure!). Bombo (the local town) grinds to a halt when there is a big game (the local team even cancelled there league game when Man Utd played Chelsea earlier this season – all cramming in to a local shack in Bombo to watch the game!). To fully experience the love for the game out here Karl and I played for a local team a couple of weeks ago after an invitation from one of the guys in Bombo. We travelled on the back of a motorbike (more about that later) to a ‘pitch’ about 8 miles away and played a game, in the middle of nowhere, in front of about 300 people (biggest crowd I’ve ever played in front of!). It was a great experience and a proper African game – tackles were flying in (I’ve said it before, but these people are indestructible!), crooked goal posts and sloping pitch (with pot holes everywhere!). We came on to play the second half with our team 1-0 up, me in centre midfield, Karl in the centre of defence…and soon it was 1-1!! The rain started falling but we pressed on – I almost got a shot in, before one of my team-mates cracked a half-volley into the back of the ‘net’ (metaphorical net of course). And that’s how it ended 2-1 (bloody relieved we didn’t lose it for them!), brilliant. I added a team photo in my last set of photos (the one with the yellow shirts)…

Another great football experience was watching a world cup qualifier in the national stadium (Uganda v’s Benin) last weekend. We took our local employees along as a treat (and for protection!!) and got involved, wearing Uganda shirts and dancing along to the drumbeats in the crowd. It wasn’t the best quality football, but was definitely an exciting game - Uganda had to win to stand any chance of progressing to the next stage of qualifying…and Benin were the unbeaten group leaders…some of the refereeing was a bit dodgy (apparently hardly anyone ever loses when they play at home in Africa – corruption/bribery?...surely not!)….Uganda won 2-1, but unfortunately results went against them elsewhere (Angola also winning and progressing at the expense of Uganda). It was a great atmosphere though…even when the police started firing tear gas into the crowd (this was after the local support had pelted the Benin players with bottles as they were walking off the pitch – I wouldn’t like to be around when the team loses!!)

One thing I don’t think I’ve really mentioned yet is the transport that we use to get around here. Most muzungu living in Uganda are with large charities or NGOs and thus get chauffeured around in 4-wheel drive trucks. But for us, in ‘wannabeamazin’, we keep it real and go local! The main transport between towns are called ‘taxis’…but not the taxis that you and I are accustomed – these are small mini-bus vans (about the size of a VW camper van) with 4 rows of 3 seats in the back and 2 seats (+ the driver) in the front. They are licensed to carry 14 passengers…but this is Africa and they routinely squeeze 20 passengers in…I think the record I have seen is 24! It’s not the most comfortable of experiences and the drivers are crazy – for a country that is, in many ways, incredibly slow-paced, these guys do not hang about – time is literally money for them, the faster they can get somewhere, the faster they can offload the current set of passengers and get some new ones on – they hammer it! The taxi parks, where the journeys start and begin in Kampala, are just as crazy. The best term to describe them is ‘organised chaos’ (think a huge open space, crammed with mini-buses pointing in every conceivable direction, with no obvious ‘roads’ inbetween the rows of vehicles, and the conductors trying to fill their taxis by shouting out their end destination). I don’t know how it works, but somehow it does! Crazier still is the mode of transport to get around towns – ‘boda bodas’. These are small motorbikes that get up to 4 passengers on the back before weaving through the crowded streets of Kampala (a lot of areas are grid-locked) at break-neck speeds. They are bloody dangerous (obviously no helmets) but you have little choice if you want to get to the other side of town quickly – you just have to get on, close your eyes and hope for the best! I had my first accident last week, though luckily in the more serene surroundings of Bombo. I was riding from Bajjo to Bombo on the back of a ‘boda boda ‘up the steep dirt track through the valley that separates the village from the town. Recently the ‘road’ has become really bad (the rainy season has started) and the driver slipped down a ‘trench’ in the road – to try and get out he jammed the accelerator and the front wheel just shot up in the air and we both came off the back, luckily with just a couple of bruises and scratches to show for it! To be honest I’m incredibly surprised that I have not seen more accidents since I have been over here!

My mum and her partner have been here this week and had (I think) a great time. I was so pleased that she came out – it was her first time outside Europe and to do a bit of ‘adventure’ travel and they are already talking about doing a trip to South America (that’s the thing about travelling, as soon as you do it you realise what you have been missing and get addicted!). They spent their first week in Kenya on safari (which they loved) and the second week experiencing the delights of Kampala and Bajjo…they even got themselves in a ‘taxi mini-bus’ one day to go to Jinjja (a town North of Kampala – famous for being the source of the Nile), I was most impressed! Well done mum and thanks for all the supplies you brought with you – the resource centre is looking much healthier!

Rain – we think we have rain in England – we don’t have rain, Uganda has rain! The rainy season is underway and around 4 pm most days the heavens open and water just falls from the sky for about an hour. The ‘road’ in the village turns into a river, and our backyard become a convenient lake for the grateful ducks that live next door. One benefit of living in such a wet climate is that things just grow here – if you don’t keep an area of ground clear by hoeing it every day then you’ll wake up with a jungle the next morning! Indeed, something that has just sprouted up recently in our backyard is marijuana! Huge plants of it, 10 feet tall. The thought of all the preparation that goes into growing it in the UK (silver foil, lamps, heaters etc) and here it is just growing on its own in our backyard (don’t worry mum, I have no idea how to convert it from the plant into a smokable form!)

A quick word on the work front – things are finally progressing with the cooperative I have been trying to set-up in the village - an income generation project for the women (and men) that make crafts. It has been a slow process (almost 3 months) of sensitisation, trying to convey the benefits of working as a group and selling crafts to muzungu for a higher price (we can afford it after all!). But finally things seem to be moving. We had our first official meeting of 15 members – a chairman was elected, a name chosen (‘Bajjo Craft Makers’), and a motto selected (‘The harder we work – the better we become’). There is still a long way to go, but with the financial crisis hitting most big companies in the West I think this could be an opportunity for ‘Bajjo Craft Makers’ to rise up and become a global powerhouse!!

One final thing I must admit is that whilst I love living in the village and experiencing village life, I do also look forward to going to Kampala every couple of weeks to experience a bit of luxury (by luxury I mean a toilet and a shower – not necessarily a hot shower!) and to have a beer or two in the local bars! One thing that has made this quite amusing is that, when I have a freshly shaven head, I get mistaken for being Michael Schofield (the lead actor in the series prison break). Now, I can already hear some of you laughing and scoffing at your computer screen in disbelief, but this is not the first time – when I was in the States 2 years ago with a shaved head some of the yanks also commented on the similarity! Needless to say, I’m certainly not going to discourage the comparison…and I might, sometimes, even claim to be his brother... (just a small white lie!!), hahaha!

Saturday 11 October 2008

Under Attack!!

Ok, after the last lengthy serious(!) blog I’m gonna stick to a few tit-bits that I think may amuse you…

First up is the attack of the flesh eaters – Jigger Bugs! These are small little critters that somehow manage to munch their way under your skin without you noticing, before settling down to gorge themselves on your flesh whilst creating a ‘nursery’ for the eggs they begin pumping out! The first thing you notice is an itch…this is soon complemented by a small, indiscriminate black dot on your skin and, if you leave it - which I have the habit of doing (I have a lot of itches out here - see ‘skin-eaters’ below) – the area starts to ache and the black dot gets bigger!! Luckily we have the community clinic next door and Justine has kindly dug these critters (3 and counting) out for me (think razor blade, large safety pin and a lot of pain!)

Next up on the ailment front is the attack of the skin eaters! Both Karl and I have been suffering recently from some invisible beast that attacks us throughout the day leaving us covered in small red bites which are incredibly itchy! From doing some reading we think they are small flea/lice like creatures which, thankfully, live in our clothes and not our skin (you have to look for the sliver lining in these situations!). So we have finally done what my mum advised me to do before I left the UK – we have invested in an iron and ironing board and are vigorously ironing all our clothes before we put them on (this, we are advised, is the way to get rid of the little b*stards). It is weird when people that live in mud huts are shocked to find out that we haven’t been ironing our clothes the whole time! Actually it’s interesting what you find once you enter the mud huts in the village – clocks (with grandfather style pendulums) on the wall, chairs, tables, beds, radios…I was expecting to just see a mud floor and straw for a mattress!

Something that has always fascinated me is the fact that whenever you see Africans living in a rural village on tv they always have shaved heads – but how? Do they burn their hair off? Do they use a sharp knife? Do they get some small exotic animal with razor sharp teeth to graze on top of their head?! …For the case of Bajjo the answer to the mystery is a disappointing one - one of the neighbours has standard electric clippers and, when there is power, he simply shaves the hair of the locals for a small charge (about 10p)!! In addition, African hair grows at an incredibly slow rate so they only need to shave it 3 or 4 times a year (versus my hair which needs doing every 3 or 4 weeks!). However, it is really my hair that is the fascination here – not the hair on my head – but the hair on my legs!! The locals simply don’t have any and they are amazed by the fact that I do! I’ll be standing talking to someone or looking at the view and suddenly feel something on my leg, I’ll look down and one of the kids in the village will be sat by my feet stroking my legs!! Even the adults get involved, stroking away, its quite bizarre!!! Anyway, the really funny thing is, I’m not even that hairy…whereas Jez, who is coming out in November, is like a gorilla and has a good rug of hair on his chest – you are gonna get mauled Jez, hahaha!!!

Another thing for you (Jez) and mum (who is coming out next week) to be wary of are the local ‘head choppers’! As recently as 2001 there was a group (loosely associated with the Lords Resistance Army in the North of Uganda) who were capturing people (mainly kids) on the road from Bajjo to Bombo (the local town where we buy our food) and chopping their heads off! Apparently as many as 2 or 3 heads were chopped a week!! The children had to use the road (which descends down into a valley from Bajjo before reaching Bombo on the other side of the valley) as all the secondary schools are in Bombo and this was the only access route! This is no joke – I have met one of the kids who was captured, but fortunately released by the group! Just as disturbing is the fact that a famous witchdoctor lives in our village of Bajjo and, I have been reliably informed, he sometimes requests the head of a human when performing some of his rituals. People requiring the doctors services then pay someone to get a head for them – the going rate to chop off a head is in the region £350 – a tidy sum when the average pay for someone here is less than £1 a day!! But don’t worry Jez/Mum, we are on good terms with the witchdoctor – he likes the programmes we are running in the village so we are safe for now!!

Keeping with the ‘attack’ theme – this time from cyber-space (potentially the geekiest line I have ever written!) - my hotmail account was recently hacked and a number of emails sent to friends claiming I had been robbed and asking for money! Apologies to all those who received the fraudulent emails…I just hope no-one fell for it and sent money!

Finally, just a quick note on our latest success out here (you’re not getting away without a quick bit of self-praise!), we have just hosted our first Village Party! It was an all day event involving sports tournaments for different age-groups (5-a-side football, netball and volleyball), drumming and dancing performances and food stalls…All this was really just a way to get the community together for the real purpose of the day – a health talk delivered by Justine (the local clinician). We intend to make this a monthly event and focus on a different health issue each month. It was a great day (although bloody knackering) with almost 300 people attending...My team got to the final of the 5-a-side football tournament but, unfortunately, lost 2-1…probably a good thing otherwise we might have had our heads chopped!! ;)

Sunday 14 September 2008

Reaching The Half Way Stage

It’s the half way point of my time in Africa and I can’t quite believe it – time is flying by! It’s been two weeks since I finished my trip and went back to Bajjo and I’m back in the groove of washing out of a bucket, cooking on a coal stove and of course using the long-drop (which now has a resident GIANT rat living in it…honestly how do rats and cockroaches live off the rubbish that our bodies throw out?? – it amazes me!).

It was a great feeling to walk back into the village after 4 weeks of being away – kids screaming, running up to me, carrying my bag and welcoming me home. Karl and Anna had been busy whilst I was away with the help of two of their friends, who had been to visit for a couple of weeks, and Vincent (our local employee). The netball court is now fully operational and is proving a great success with the women playing every night. I even had a game last Sunday – my first ever game of netball – and it definitely changed my opinion that it’s just a girly game of throw and catch…it also confirmed how tough the local women are – I left the field at the end of the game with blood dripping down my leg!! A 5-a-side football pitch (complete with wooden goal frames) had also been marked out in my absence and is proving as popular as the netball…and volleyball is now a regular community event on Sunday afternoons.

The library opened just before I left for my trip and is turning into quite a focal point of the village. We are renaming it a ‘resource centre’ as we seek to provide more facilities (the sports equipment is hired from the library and arts equipment is available for anyone who wishes to draw at the weekends). We have a new employee, a 16 year-old boy called Innocent, to work in the resource centre. Unfortunately his family cannot afford to put him through secondary school (a common problem here - primary school is mostly free in Uganda but you have to pay to attend secondary school) so he earns small amounts of money doing manual labour whenever he can. He has been really helpful since we have been in Bajjo so he was first choice when we started looking for someone to manage the resource centre.

In the first week that I was back one of Karls friends, a girl called Mandy, came to stay and we spent a number of days painting African animals on the school. It’s really brightened the school up and everyone in the village seems to love it! During the school holidays (school starts again next week) Karl and Vincent have been running the Whizzkids HIV prevention programme in Bombo (involves teaching about HIV prevention and life skills using football skills training as a communicator). Karl helped to write the original programme in South Africa 3 years ago and is still heavily involved with the Whizzkids organisation. It’s a great programme and, following the pilot in the school holidays, we are hoping to integrate it into the schools sex education syllabus across the schools in Bombo town (a small town 3km away).
We have also been busy writing a proposal for our next big venture - establishing a free weekly outreach health clinic in the village. Currently the only health service available to residents is from the mid-wife who lives next door to us – but she operates a private service so drugs for Malaria (which is prevalent in the village), HIV/AIDS and TB are only available at a cost to the villagers (many of whom can’t afford them…and yet first line treatment for these diseases is supposed to be provided free by the government). In the time we have been in Bajjo at least 5 people have died of malaria and 3 of HIV – so it’s a big problem. There is supposedly a free government-run health clinic in Bombo, but it is in the grounds of a large army barracks and locals report that they are routinely turned away from the facility having been informed that the hospital is for army personnel only (which is not the purpose of the clinic, it is supposed to be for the community – but you just don’t argue with the army here!!). We met with village leaders and Justine (the midwife who is keen to get involved and offer her services for free one day a week) and have had a number of meetings with a project manager from AMREF about the support the organisation might be able to provide. AMREF are a Kenyan based organisation that work throughout East Africa on projects focusing on health issues. I did some work for them in their London office before I left for Uganda – and this link is proving invaluable as it would be a big challenge (although it’s still bloody big!) to set-up a health clinic without the support of a large organisation like AMREF.

I also continue to garner interest in setting up an income generation project with the women in the village to produce crafts and sell them to muzungu in Kampala. I visited a group of women in a neighbouring district who have set up such a group to find out how they operated and ran their cooperative. We have interest from one of the backpacker hostels in Kampala to set up a stall and sell the goods from within the hostel, which would be fantastic (we can get 3 or 4 times the price from a muzungu for the goods, than we can selling to locals in the local market!!).

I had two great bits of news this week – the first is that a good mate of mine – Mr Jeremy Katz – booked his flights to come out here in November and live the African life for a couple of weeks…and the second is that my Mum came true on her wish and is also flying out to visit the village of Bajjo with her partner in October! It’s going to be quite a shock for her as she has not been outside Europe before - the locals are already already getting excited at the prospect of meeting my mum!! Don’t be scared mum, you’ll be fine!

One, not so good point, is the discovery that Bird Flu seems to have reached Bajjo!! All 5 of the neighbours chickens caught some kind of disease recently and had to be killed…this being Africa the birds were cooked up and eaten straight away…”isn’t there a danger that whatever disease your birds had may be passed to you when you eat them” I asked innocently – laughter and a “don’t be silly” was the response I received…6 new chicks were born last week – and all already look ill…this evidence in conjunction with the comments from a manager at a backpackers hostel in Kampala about the severe lack of chickens from her suppliers and the sudden increase in the price of both chicken meat and eggs suggests there is something happening to all the chickens in this country…hmmmmm...!!

So, at my half way point, it’s a good chance to reflect on what we have already achieved in Bajjo; a netball court, a volley ball pitch, 2 football pitches, a drumming and dance night, a resource centre, a painted school, regular football and netball training, adult English classes…and not forgetting the writing and running of our recreational and HIV prevention programmes…not bad for 3 people! It’s also a good time to share the discovery I have made - the key to increasing the speed of development in Africa…and it’s not the traditional view of NGO’s and charities – I’m thinking outside the box – some may call it radical – but it’s a simple 3 step plan and involves distributing the following to every household in Africa:
1) A washing machine(!)
2) An oven(!)
3) A refrigerator(!)
Soooooo much time is spent by the women and children in rural Africa performing the household chores of hand-washing the clothes, cooking on charcoal stoves and gathering food every day that there is almost no time for anything else (no time for the kids to go to school, no time for the women to work and earn money). Having the 3 utilities would immediately free up huge chunks of the week and would give a massive boost to the economic development of the continent...of course you also need a regular power supply and running water for this to work…and need to ignore the environmental impact that millions of additional refrigerators, ovens and washing machines humming away on the African continent would have…so I’m not saying I have all the answers, but it’s just a suggestion that I thought I would throw out there!! Incidentally if anyone from Whirlpool, Hotpoint or SMEG are reading this then perhaps you could suggest it in your next corporate citizenship meeting!!

Saturday 30 August 2008

Amazing, Amazing Affffrrrriiccaaaaaa

First of all, apologies for the delay in the update – I know most of you are just sitting around waiting for these insightful ramblings and cant possibly continue your lives without them – so I’m sorry for the delay you have had to endure!

The reason for the lack of communication is down to the number of incredible things I have packed into the last 4 weeks of travel around East Africa and, therefore, the lack of time I have had to hang out in internet cafes writing updates! So, to make up for it, I have written an epic, brace yourself!

Sitting here now I am struggling to know where to start…but the beginning of the trip seems like a logical place!..

I met up with the tour group in Entebbe (a city South of the capital Kampala). It was a large mixed group of 28 people – mostly Aussies and Kiwis – a range of personalities, but on the whole people were cool. Being in such a large group on a big truck (think a four-wheel drive bus) was a such a change from the village – as we drove along it felt like we were in a big fish tank as we peered out and the locals peered in! I always prefer to take local transport when traveling rather than go on tours as the experience is much more ‘real’, but this part of Africa doesn’t have the same public transport network as, say, South America, and it would take a lot longer to get around (and ultimately work out more expensive). So, although I said I would never do a big tour after Peru in 2003, it was the only way I could really pack in as much as I did…plus it meant I had a ready-made group of friends to share the experience with.

The first big experience was to come face to face with the endangered Mountain Gorillas in Rwanda…and what an experience. I remember watching a film (Gorillas in the Mist) as a young boy and being fascinated by it…but the real-life experience was just magical. Words cannot really describe the feeling I had after trekking for 2 hours in dense jungle to suddenly turn a corner into a clearing and catch a glimpse of the silverback for the first time – just his left shoulder and the back of his head – he was huge! I was breathless and my heart was pounding. As we approached closer more adults (females) and a number of babies came into view…just incredible. It’s hard to write down how I felt as I stood, sometimes less than 2 metres away, from these gentle, and yet incredibly powerful, human-like giants – simply awe-inspiring.

After the gorilla encounter we spent a few days traveling back across Uganda to Entebbe, passing the equator point and the classic demonstration of water flowing clockwise down the drain in the Northern hemisphere, anti-clockwise in the Southern, and straight down the plughole on the equator line – it really does work!! We are also visited a chimp sanctuary and got to watch the chimps feeding (and having sex!) – pretty cool as they are soo human-like (98.6% the same as us!).

Next stop was Jinja – a town North West of Kampala and the adrenalin capital of East Africa. It’s famous for being the source of the Nile river and it was here that I spent an awesome day white-water rafting on the Nile – on the bloody Nile(!) – honestly, sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I am really in these places! The white-water rafting was quality – it’s always great fun, but this was definitely bigger than the rivers I have rafted previously in New Zealand and Ecuador…the last rapid being crazy – the raft flipped and I was under water for what seemed like an eternity (don’t worry mum, I’m here safe and sound!).

After drying off from the water (and a large night out in Jinja!) we crossed the border into Kenya, stopping at a very, very cool campsite (did I mention that pretty much the whole trip is spent camping) – it had a fantastic swimming pool, with a waterfall (think the famous swimming pool scene in Show Girls!) and an amazing bar with pool table, dart board and poker table (all of which we took advantage of!).

A couple of days driving took us to Naivasha and our first game drive. It was incredible to finally see some of the famous African animals up close and in the wild – including rhino, hippo, warthogs, giraffe, empala, flamingos and leapords to name just a few. That night we camped in the park with nothing separating us and the wild animals except a thin piece of canvass – surprisingly I had a very good nights sleep, only getting disturbed by the snoring coming from a neighbouring tent…at least I think it was snoring!

Naivasha was good, don’t get me wrong, but the next couple of days blew me away – we drove and camped in the Masai Mara – the Masai bloody Mara!! Another of those ‘pinch me’ moments in my traveling life! On the way to the park we stopped in a traditional Masai village to learn more about there way of life and watch some dancing (i.e. the jumping - think the trailor on the BBC before the news). It’s obviously quite a commercial enterprise now for this particular group of Masai, and these Masai were not short of some cash (most had mobile phones!!) but it seems they still do follow their traditional way of life, living in mud-huts fenced off from wild animals by a fence of thorny branches. So, even though it was slightly put on for tourists and taking videos/photos felt a bit strange, it was still really cool!

From the Masai village it was a bumpy ride (no change there) into the Masai Mara park itself..and what followed were two incredible days of gazing at animals that previously I had only seen in zoos or on TV… the annual migration of wilderbeast and zebras was in full swing – lines upon lines of animals, they looked like ants - magical – I don’t think words can describe it...we even saw two lions having sex (it only lasted a few seconds though so, boys, next time you are having problems in that department just say you are a lion in bed!!)

From the ‘Mara’ we drove to Nairobi (long, long drive!) and spent a couple of nights recuperating in a campsite and stocking up on meat in an incredible restaurant called ‘carnivore’! We also visited Elephant and Giraffe sanctuaries – both of which were cool in their own right – I even got to kiss a giraffe..!!

Next on the agenda was to cross into Tanzania and head for the game parks of the Serengeti and the Ngorongoro Crater – both, again, surpassing my expectations – animal after animal – lions, elephants, giraffes, hippos, leapords, cheetahs – you name it we saw it. I can’t describe the feeling of sitting quietly in our small land rover type truck watching a female lion stalk a zebra – just breathless. Camping in both parks again added to the adventure – waking up one morning to see an elephant just 10 metres from the tents in the Ngorongoro crater was a great experience!

And then, after all the long driving, roughing it tents and going without showers for days on end, I arrived in paradise – its called Zanzibar. What a way to finish my trip – I spent 5 nights on this incredible island a few kilometers off the coast of Tanzania. It’s such a contrast to the mainland with a great mix of Arabic, Indian and Swahili culture – the white-washed buildings and winding streets of Stone Town remind me of some Mediterranean countries…but the real selling point are the beaches. We stayed in the North of the island and it was simply beautiful – walking down to the beach to watch the sunset for the first time was yet again a ‘pinch me’ / ‘take my breath away’ moment. It’s the type of place that you really should be sharing with someone special, someone you love, yep this is me talking about love. I learnt about it last year – and there are certain places, certain experiences that, although they are incredible in their own right, can really be enhanced when you share them. A Zanzibar sunset is definitely one of those... Bloody ‘ell, sorry boys, don’t know what came over me there – let me rectify it by saying that the island was full of beautiful women – Italian, Spanish and locals alike – definitely a place for mirrored sunglasses on the beach!!

Today I head back to Bajjo, back home. I can’t wait to get back, I’ve really missed the people and can’t wait to get stuck in with the project. The trip gave me a lot of time to reflect and think about what we are doing as well as providing a greater perspective of what Africa is all about (even if it was through the gold fish bowl of the truck!). I’m so glad I have this experience – to actually develop genuine relationships with local people and try, in our own small way, to make their lives a little bit better. I am a lucky, lucky boy.


P.S. Unable to load photos here but will endeavour to sort through and pick out the best from a huge batch I have taken over the last 4 weeks as soon as I can.

Saturday 26 July 2008

The Story Continues...

Another 2 weeks have flown by and I’m really getting into the lifestyle now!...

On arrival in Uganda I got in contact with a friend of a friend – Xi – who happens to be in Uganda for a few weeks on an ADP project with Accenture. She is working on a micro-finance project with Eva, a girl from San Francisco. I stayed with them on my first night in Uganda and subsequently on the two visits to Kampala. It was great meeting up with them at weekends as we don’t see any fellow Muzungu (it’s what white folk are called in Africa!) in Bajjo so it was nice just to chill out with them and add some new angles to the three-way conversations Anna, Karl and I have in the village!…staying in their luxery apartment with HOT showers AND a flushing toilet, was also extremely welcommed!! Xi and Eva even came out to Bajjo for the weekend - I think it was quite a shock for the villagers as not only did they have an extra 2 Muzungu to stare at but Xi and Eva are both of Chinese descent - it was the first time some of the kids had ever seen Asian people in real life! Xi and Eva have now left Kampala, but the contact with them did also make me think how different these 6 months would have been had I gone down the route of an ADP or VSO project...I've got to say, after 4 and a half weeks I am so glad I chose to come out to Uganda with 'wannabeamazin'. Living as the locals live and developing strong relationships with them is ultimately enhancing the experience I am having...and actually setting up a charity from scratch, off our own backs, is an incredible feeling...Anyway, enough of that, lets fet on to some stories!...

Our next door neighbour, Justine, keeps a small number of chickens and, most of the time, they are bloody annoying – waking me up by crowing at 5am in the morning as the sun breaks over the horizon, pooing on our steps (and in our house!) and trying everything they can to steal our food…so on Saturday I got my revenge..! It was a special occasion as two of Justines sisters had come to visit – and I was given the honour of killing the chicken for the ‘feast’! Yep, I killed one of the chickens by slitting its throat, before plucking, cooking and then eating it! It was a weird experience to actually cut the throat – I could feel its heart beat as I held its neck..and obviously it moved around quite a lot as I cut through the neck…but, contrary to what I thought beforehand, I did not feel any guilt afterwards…at the end of the day anyone that eats meat is a hypocrite if they say they can’t do it...or indeed if they deride me for doing it. This, after all, is what it’s all about when you purchase a nice clean chicken breast in those packets in the supermarket…

There are a number of kids living in a mud-hut next to our house and they are all incredibly musical - even the 1year old claps along in time to a tune! Utlising their skills we are now hosting a drumming/dancing/singing/limbo night every Wednesday in our backyard…it really is surreal sometimes as I stand there dancing away, shaking my booty beyonce style to the tribal beats of the drum (a.k.a jerry can/paint tin)…and yep, for those in the know, I am slowly introducing minimislistic dancing into Uganda (albeit to shreaks of laughter from the locals)…I have already got one of the kids pointing away as he shakes his ass!!

So, we have started to become friendly with a man-eating spider that we have named Simon…Twice now we have woken to Simon sitting on the wall, watching us in our beds – its as big as my bloody hand! Each time Karl and I have stood cowering in the corner like real men as we ask Justine (our next-door neighbour) to help us deal with it and get it out the house! Justine insits that it won’t kill you if it bites you, it will just “swell up massively and be very painful”. Now, from my observations so far, Ugandans are indestructible and dont really feel pain (they can pick up burning pieces of coal in their bear hands for crying out loud), so when they say “it will be very painful” I sure as hell don’t want to find out what that feels like!

Progress on the netball pitch is going well – the posts are now up and we just need to add the lines – the transformation from a jungle into a flat level court is quite amazing – but it’s been bloody hard work. I’m sure my biceps are twice the size they were (not hard I know) after all the digging and hoeing in the field! The volley ball court is now finished and we had the grand opening on Sunday afternoon with a mini-tournament (my team won of course!) Next we are turning our attention to football goals and a table-tennis table!

Our programmes are running 6 days a week at the moment, in the evenings Mon-Fri and all day on Saturday. During week days we are working on the sports fields, preparing for the programmes and visiting local organisations to see how we can work with them. All of which is very rewarding, but it also means we don’t really get a break, especially when we stay in the village over the weekend. Our main programmes are designed to run during the school term and, as the school term is coming to an end in a couple of weeks, I have decided to take a well-deserved break and see a bit of the country and surrounding area in East Africa. This is the only real window of opportunity to do some extended travelling here and, if I don’t do it now, I know I will regret it. So, to try and pack as much in as possible, I am joining a truck tour on Friday for a 27 day trip taking in the main sites of Uganda, Kenya and Tanzania (including the Massai Mara, Serengetti, Zanzibar island and, of course, the mountain gorillas)…it’s also a bit of a scouting mission for the football safari tour we are running next summer with the charity (check out the website if you are interested!). I must admit I am already a bit sad at the thought of being away from the village for so long, especially as Anna and Karl are only going to be away from the village for 10 days during this period. I’ve only been here for a little over 4 weeks, but already I have fully adapted to the way of life (long-drop apart!) and feel completely at home here. Having said that, my lust for travelling is as strong as ever and I am incredibly excited about it. It will also be a good chance to refresh myself and get ready for the long school term that will lead up to December.

And, lastly, for those of you that are interested – my beard it progressing quite nicely…such a contrast to the days when I was a 17 year-old whipper snapper desperately trying to grow side-burns so as I could try and sneak into the pubs and clubs of Camberley! I have added a few snaps in the photos folder…although I must admit I am tempted to shave it this weekend whilst in Kampala…

Sunday 13 July 2008

Welcome to Bajjo!

Wow, ok, 2.5 weeks have flown by, where do I start…

Let me set the scene by describing my home for the next 6 months... Our 'house' is part of a building, separated into 3 living blocks – each with two rooms. The first ‘block’ is a ‘clinic’ used by Justine, the local mid-wife (and only medically trained person in the village we are in), the second is her living quarters, and we have the third. We have rented the two rooms (each about 10ft by 10ft) for a total of 50,000 UG Shillings a month – about £17! We use a small store room (4ft by 3ft) out the back of the ‘house’ as a ‘shower room’ (i.e. a room where we strip and pour water over ourselves from a bucket!). We currently share a ‘toilet’ with Justine and her children - Benja (3yrs) and Martha (2yrs) – who are incredibly cute and cheeky in equal measure…to clarify, when I say toilet I mean ‘hole in the ground’ – it’s a long-drop, and pretty disgusting! I am still trying to get to terms with squatting over a small hole while the flies buzz overhead, the spiders sit in the corner, the gekos wait patiently on the wall and the cockroaches move over each other in ‘the hole’! Going to the toilet is definitely no longer a time to relax and reflect – it’s about getting in and getting out as fast I can!!

Bajjo, the village we are staying in, is near a town called Bombo in the Luwero district of Uganda (between 1-3 hours from the capital – depending on the traffic, how brave the driver is, and the number of pot holes on the road..) Bajjo has one main ‘road’ running through it (one of those classic single-track orange dirt roads you see in the films) and several tracks running off this main road…apparently there are close to 2000 people living in the village, but it feels more like 200! It really is a classic African village, with single room mud-huts being the norm. The contrast between rich and poor, however, even in the small village of Bajjo, is very apparent. Houses range from small one roomed mud huts – to quite substantial brick/concrete buildings (like ours) – some with intermittent electricity…and some with none at all…none of the houses have running water – this we have to collect from a well about 1km from our house…its uphill on the way back and is an absolute killer…we have already got into the habit of paying a local boy to fetch it for us (it’s not child labour – its spreading the wealth – they are grateful for the work!) The clothes that the villages wear range from what can only be described as rags – right through to pristine white shirts, trousers and shining black shoes!...how on earth people get their clothes clean here I will never know – I constantly feel dirty and have already rubbed the skin off my knuckles as I unsuccessfully try to scrub my clothes clean in a bucket!

And so, on to the people…wow, what can I say – incredible warmth – we have been welcomed into the village with open arms. We have held/attended several community meetings to talk about what we are here to do – and to ask what they would like/want. Every time I am humbled by the appreciation they show to us just for being here. The kids are incredible – full of life and happiness, finding joy in the simplest of things; a bottle top..an empty plastic bottle..a bike tyre (the kids run along keeping the tyre moving with a stick – just as you as have seen kids doing in pictures from the Victorian times in England!)… And what the kids may lack in academic education they certainly make up for in their creativity, resourcefulness and ‘practical living skills’. The average 3 year old in the village can survive on their own all day quite happily without adult supervision and even walk to the local market (1km away) and buy some eggs…the average 5 year old can beat a tune on a drum and walk to the well to fill up a jerry-can with water (1km away)…the average 7 year old can look after their younger siblings, feed them and care for them…the average 10 year old can start a fire, cook dinner and chop down a tree…Amazing!

The people have nothing and yet they still give and share food with us – the sense of community and togetherness is very strong. This was highlighted when we attended a funeral of an elderly gentleman who passed away last week. He was quite an important man in the village and the whole community turned out – people came from neighbouring villages and towns at very short notice (it is the custom to bury the dead within 24 hours) – there must have been over 3000 people at the funeral - an impressive feat in logistics and organisation in itself! But the thing that really impressed me was how people from different religions mixed. The guy that died was Muslim – but the Christians and Muslims (the two dominant religions in this region) mingled as one at the funeral, sitting next to each other – the Christians waiting patiently as their Muslim kin prayed next to them – it was quite moving (we could really learn from this in the UK).

So, I’ve covered the accommodation, the village and the people…now a quick word on what I have been doing! The wannabeamazin team - me, Anna, Karl and Vincent (our newest recruit – a local we have employed to help with translation) have been working hard kicking off the programmes we came hear to run – 2 weeks in and everything seems to be going well. We have registered close to 150 kids and are running programmes Mon-Sat, including football, netball and English lessons for the adults (the level of English varies considerably, from relatively fluent to non-existent..the latter being the norm!). I’m really enjoying teaching the Arts programme. I have barely picked up a pencil or paint brush since starting work so its really nice to have time to do it again and to try and pass on some of the knowledge from my Art A-Level. As well as running the programmes we have been working hard with the community constructing a volleyball pitch and clearing (and levelling) some ground to make a netball pitch (almost there!). Next step is to build some football goals for the boys and dig drainaige channels in the field we want to play football on (half the pitch is a boggy marsh at the moment)!

Ok, I think I’ll end it there – lots more to write but you have 6 months of this to wade through and this has already turned into an essay! In summary; I’m living in a classic African village in a basic 2-roomed house with no water, a shared long-drop, a (very) small charcoal ‘stove’, and intermittent electricity…and I’m loving it!

Tuesday 24 June 2008

So, what am I doing?!

Some of you are bored of hearing me talk about taking a year off, going travelling, doing voluntary work...and to be honest I had started to bore myself with the chat – I’d been thinking and talking about it for so long - pretty much since I got back from my last trip...and definitely since I started work!! Well, finally, I’ve ‘bitten the bullet’, I’ve got the ‘bulls horns in my hands’ – I have taken a year off work (unpaid)!

Over the course of the next year I hope to fulfil a few personal objectives:
1) To do something worthwhile, to give something back to society and to help those less fortunate than myself
2) To (finally) learn Spanish!
3) To have a real adventure...

Numbers 1 and 3 should be covered by the first part of my year out – I’m heading to Uganda (aka ‘The Last King of Scotland’) for 6 months to work on the charity I have helped to set-up (wannabeamazin). We are basically providing structured recreational programmes for kids – giving them an opportunity to do something they wouldn’t normally get to do and, at the same time, incorporating HIV/AIDS awareness messages in the programmes and encouraging the kids to look to the future and set goals for themselves (more information can be found on our website: http://www.wannabeamazin.co.uk/)

For the 6 months in Uganda I will be living with the 2 co-founders of the charity (and good friends – Anna and Karl) in a basic hut in a small village called Bajjo in the Luwero district of Uganda (it’s near a small town called Bombo which can be found on Google Earth..although there are several Bombos in Uganda!). As well as the recreational programmes with wannabeamazin we will also assess how else we can help the wider-community. One area I have already been asked to help with is to work with one of the charities we are partnering with in Uganda (SPAU) to help improve their business processes and efficiency (yep am keeping my hands dirty with some consultancy work!)

Number 2 on my list will (hopefully!) be fulfilled in the second part of my year out, when i will spend at least 4 out of the 6 months in my favourite continent – South America – travelling, visiting friends and taking Spanish lessons.

So, I start Part 1 of my year out – the African Adventure – in less than 5 hours when I board a plane to Uganda... Some of you may be asking yourselves – Am I crazy? - Maybe I am.....Am I scared? – Most definitely.....Am I excited? – Abso-bloody-lutely!!