Working in group!
Building bridges...
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Cause this is Africa, Africa...
Short stories from Africa.
I am at the bar in the Village hotel. The phone rings, I answer "Village Main Bar"
phone: "bla bla bla"
me: "Sorry, could you speak English please?"
phone: "Who are you?"
me: "I am Ilse, and who are you?"
phone: "Caroline"
me: "Yes Caroline, tell me."
phone: "I would like to speak to somebody"
me: "sorry???"
phone: "Yes, I would like to speak to somebody".
me: "So? You already speak with somebody, I am somebody."
phone: "but no..."
me: "Yes, I am somebody! But maybe you would like to speak to the barman. Then just simply ask: Can I speak the barman please?"
The son of the Belgian council has heard the whole conversation and remarks: "yes,... some education here would be a good case!"
After 8 months I have been driving a car. It was strange: steering wheel was on the wrong side, all buttons have been swopped and underneath a pedal was missing. Just not to say anything about all those people driving on the wrong side of the road. But... I haven't made any lump.
I am at the bar in the Village hotel. The phone rings, I answer "Village Main Bar"
phone: "bla bla bla"
me: "Sorry, could you speak English please?"
phone: "Who are you?"
me: "I am Ilse, and who are you?"
phone: "Caroline"
me: "Yes Caroline, tell me."
phone: "I would like to speak to somebody"
me: "sorry???"
phone: "Yes, I would like to speak to somebody".
me: "So? You already speak with somebody, I am somebody."
phone: "but no..."
me: "Yes, I am somebody! But maybe you would like to speak to the barman. Then just simply ask: Can I speak the barman please?"
The son of the Belgian council has heard the whole conversation and remarks: "yes,... some education here would be a good case!"
After 8 months I have been driving a car. It was strange: steering wheel was on the wrong side, all buttons have been swopped and underneath a pedal was missing. Just not to say anything about all those people driving on the wrong side of the road. But... I haven't made any lump.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Mount Kenya
From Saturday 11th to Wednesday 15th June I was on Mt. Kenya. I climbed 4985m in 5 days and came down again. There were some organisational and communication problems with my guide, and this for 5 days. But I want to reach the top.
Saturday 11 June: although at 8:30 am I am already in Nairobi, I reach Mt. Kenya at 6 pm. The entrance of the park lies at an altitude of 2800m, I need to climb 500 m to reach Camp Old Moses. I am really tired when we reach the camp at 9pm. But the first track has finished well.
Sunday 12 June: at 7:20am we leave for a track that should take between 7 or 8 hours. I walk slowly, compared to other people. But I enjoy the scenery. And at 13:20 I have reached Shipton’s Camp, at 4200 m. There is enough time left to explore the surroundings. At 4pm follows another acclimatisation walk: climbing up 300m, watch the camp site from this hight and than walking down again. And in the evening it is time to mingle with the teachers of the school group staying in this camp.
Monday 13 June: as I fear that I will be sensitive at this height, I have plan a whole acclimatisation day. This means: sleeping out, a track of about 400 m to climb and than going down. The scenery is beautiful, it seems to come out of an animation film. I enjoy en relax.
Tuesday 14 June: Today I need to reach the top before sunrise. This means we need to start walking at 3am. The walk is ok, especially because my porter is with me and regularly he gives me a cup of hot thee. It is -15°C. Only the last part is a bit of a hell: this is not walking but real mountain climbing. I need to pass some rocks. It goes very pole pole, but at 6:20am I have conquered the last rock: Point Lenana, 4985 meter. I am at the top. The sun rises. Wonderful.
Going down is more stressful than I thought: I am walking down with trembling knees. I don’t like it. At 9:30 I am back in Shipton’s Camp. After breakfast I take a nap for one hour and than we walk down further to Old Moses Camp. It is about 5pm when we reach the camp, we are dripping because it has been raining very hard. Also the schoolkids are there, dripping.
Wednesday 15 June: at 7:30 we leave for the last walk, back to the basis. With the sunlight I realise how dangerous the First day has been: now I see the holes in the street. At about noon we reach Nanyuki, where the climb started. I am glad to be back in the civilised world with toilets and clean sheets and a shower with hot streaming water. But this is an unforgettable adventure, worth these privations.
Monday 13 June: as I fear that I will be sensitive at this height, I have plan a whole acclimatisation day. This means: sleeping out, a track of about 400 m to climb and than going down. The scenery is beautiful, it seems to come out of an animation film. I enjoy en relax.
Tuesday 14 June: Today I need to reach the top before sunrise. This means we need to start walking at 3am. The walk is ok, especially because my porter is with me and regularly he gives me a cup of hot thee. It is -15°C. Only the last part is a bit of a hell: this is not walking but real mountain climbing. I need to pass some rocks. It goes very pole pole, but at 6:20am I have conquered the last rock: Point Lenana, 4985 meter. I am at the top. The sun rises. Wonderful.
Going down is more stressful than I thought: I am walking down with trembling knees. I don’t like it. At 9:30 I am back in Shipton’s Camp. After breakfast I take a nap for one hour and than we walk down further to Old Moses Camp. It is about 5pm when we reach the camp, we are dripping because it has been raining very hard. Also the schoolkids are there, dripping.
Wednesday 15 June: at 7:30 we leave for the last walk, back to the basis. With the sunlight I realise how dangerous the First day has been: now I see the holes in the street. At about noon we reach Nanyuki, where the climb started. I am glad to be back in the civilised world with toilets and clean sheets and a shower with hot streaming water. But this is an unforgettable adventure, worth these privations.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Images from Kenya 9: Masai Mara, the big 5
The phrase Big Five game was coined by white hunters and refers to the five most difficult animals in Africa to hunt on foot. The term is still used in most tourist and wildlife guides that discuss African wildlife safaris. The collection consists of the lion, African elephant, cape buffalo, leopard, and rhinoceros. The members of the Big Five were chosen for the difficulty in hunting them and the degree of danger involved, rather than their size.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Images from Kenia 3: kids
Images from Kenia 2: working
Images from Kenia 1: impressions
Kenya,
karibu, colours, impressions, 42 tribes, smile, pole pole, poverty, hakuna matata, proud, safari, rain season, lions, ocean, sand, mango, palm trees, bananas, pine apple, cabins, baobab, monkeys, sun, savanne, the smell of Africa, red elephant...
Kenya cannot be explained, you can only live it. Look at the following images...
karibu, colours, impressions, 42 tribes, smile, pole pole, poverty, hakuna matata, proud, safari, rain season, lions, ocean, sand, mango, palm trees, bananas, pine apple, cabins, baobab, monkeys, sun, savanne, the smell of Africa, red elephant...
Kenya cannot be explained, you can only live it. Look at the following images...
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Today is my birthday...
Fly in the plane of ambition,
and land on the airport of success,
Luck is yours,
wish is mine
may your future
always shine. . .
With lots of Love
“Happy Birthday 2 you”.
and land on the airport of success,
Luck is yours,
wish is mine
may your future
always shine. . .
With lots of Love
“Happy Birthday 2 you”.
Monday, April 25, 2011
George.
He looked a bit like a bear.
A teddy bear of course: tall, strong, gentle. His sweet eyes and friendly voice.
He was working hard, maybe too hard.
It started after the holidays last year: always tired, a problem with his blood, he said.
He should loose weight, so that he could go jogging on the beach. Just like me, or even with me, to get fit again.
Diet, too much diet, not enough food: only fruit and vegetables.
He was getting better, but not enough. So he should undergo an operation on his hart.
In India: there they can do it better. We all contributed to this expensive venture.
He left on April 2nd, for what he called a challenge.
“George is ok”, a colleague said, “I spoke with him over the phone yesterday. Everthing has gone well”.
We were all relieved and happy.
And than suddenly the sad news: “George has left us!”
He had gone for a walk, as the doctor had advised him. But his heart broke down. It was over.
George has gone, the dear, tall George, with his melancholic eyes.
RIP George.
A teddy bear of course: tall, strong, gentle. His sweet eyes and friendly voice.
He was working hard, maybe too hard.
It started after the holidays last year: always tired, a problem with his blood, he said.
He should loose weight, so that he could go jogging on the beach. Just like me, or even with me, to get fit again.
Diet, too much diet, not enough food: only fruit and vegetables.
He was getting better, but not enough. So he should undergo an operation on his hart.
In India: there they can do it better. We all contributed to this expensive venture.
He left on April 2nd, for what he called a challenge.
“George is ok”, a colleague said, “I spoke with him over the phone yesterday. Everthing has gone well”.
We were all relieved and happy.
And than suddenly the sad news: “George has left us!”
George has gone, the dear, tall George, with his melancholic eyes.
RIP George.
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