Thursday, December 20, 2012

Dove

As usual, I was in a hurry to go from one hotel to the other. Fortunately, the hotels ly in "my street", a long, straight, wide road. Here I can smoothly drive 70Km per hour.

But as always when you're in a hurry - Murphy's Law, right? – there were some obstacles: some goats, a dala dala.
Fortunately there was no oncoming traffic, so I  can overtake the dala dala: I accelerate and... suddenly I see in the middle of the road a dove. I think quickly:  will I braking? Will I dodge more? Or maybe she will fly when she sees me coming?
I opt for the last solution but slightly dodge anyway. I pass the dala dala but I don’t see the pigeon fly.
When I look in my mirror, I see the pigeon on the pavement waving with her wing. A sense of guilt overwhelms me.
Suddenly a boy of about nine years comes from the roadside and runs to the doves.
My guilt fades ... Tonight one family will have meat for dinner...

Monday, December 17, 2012

Africa, you love it or you hate it.

For those who want to know how it is to work in Africa, for those who want to know what it is to work in a place where people have a completely different culture… this is a real, but daily story, of how I work in Zanzibar.

I have written it before: people àre very nice and friendly here. But friendliness has not always much to do with working and knowledge.
As an (over-organised) European, you just have to be patient… and don’t loose your smile in such situations…

So this morning… I arrived at hotel “La Gemma dell’Est”, a 5 star resort in the Nord of the island. As all hotels, they have security at the gate checking who comes in and who goes out of the hotel. As I wear a uniform and I drive always the same car, most hotel guards already know me by now and let me in.

In La Gemma dell’Est it is a bit different. I was stopped by the guard.

Guard: “Good morning. How are you?”
Me: “I am fine thank you.”

I never ask “And how are you?” which is actually a bit rude. But if I ask, another question from his side  will follow (And how is the work today?) and then another (And how is your family?) and another… and there will be no end. And most of the time I am in a hurry.

Guard: “How can I help you?”
Me: “Well, you could help me by opening the barrier.”
Guard: “Where are you going?

You should realise now that the gate of La Gemma is already 100 inside the territory of the hotel, so there is no other possibility than going to the hotel.

Me: “I am going to ‘The Royal Zanzibar’.”

That is the hotel nearby…

Guard: “Why do you come here?”
Me: “For fun, I just come here for fun.”

It is clear the guard has not understood anything. He looks at me.
I tell him: “Ask me a ‘good’ questions (I cannot use the word ‘intelligent’, that is too difficult for him) and I will give you a good answer.”

And the guard: “Yes madam, so how can I help you?”
Me: “Well, you could help me by opening the barrier.”
Guard: “Where are you going?”
And of course, I do it again: “I am going to ‘The Royal Zanzibar’!”
Guard: “But this is La Gemma dell’Est. Why do you come here? “
Me: “As I told you, I come here for fun.”

All this time I have my uniform, my name tag and behind the front window of my car there is a board with the Thomas Cook and the Neckermann logo.
Fortunately, the guards colleague comes to the gate, he sees me and asks the other guard to open the gate.
He opens the gate, but in his eyes I can still see the questions:” Can I help you? Where are you going? Why do you come here?”

When I leave the hotel, about 45 minutes later, he opens the barrier spontaneously. But the question marks… they are still in his eyes…

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Education


We have an animated conversation at the table. Taking about the slowliness of the Zanzibarin people, their stupidity (or maybe this is difference in culture).
It depends all on their education that they are not willing to leanr.

Education? They don’t even receive any education. They are running freely in their villages, educated by everyone and by nobody. They don’t know what discipline is.
Maybe something of this is true.

And than suddenly a young girl passes at the reception of this 5*hotel, wearing only a bikini.

Who is now not well-educated?

I found this picture on facebook. It tells a lot on education, culture,…

Ndimu.


7:30, the restaurant is open since half an hour. I take a place at the managers table and one of the waiters notices that I don’t have a cup. He walks – a walk that is something between the walk of a penguin and a Jamaican musician – towards another table, takes a cup, gives it to me and disappears.
Oh, I get a cup but I don’t get anything to drink.

Some time later a trainee comes to ask if I want coffee.
No, but I would like to have a bottle of water, wìth a glass.
He looks surprised: a glass?
Sic… most of the guests take their bottle of water away, but I want to drink water.
After breakfast I would like to have a cup of tea. I ask another trainee, this time it is a girl, to bring me tea with lemon please.
She disappears and comes back with tea and… milk
What’s this?
Milk!
Did I ask for milk?
No!
So please take away the milk and bring me what I asked for.
She disappears again and I see at her behaviour that she has no intention to return to bring me something else.

When I see her after some minutes I tell her: I’m still waiting for the lemon.  She answers with the typical “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” and leaves again.

This time she disappears completely and does not return at all.
The other trainee comes by and asks me if I want some more water.
No I don’t, thank you, but maybe you could look for your colleague who is looking for lemon for me.
Are you still waiting for your lemon? The chef, who has joined me, asks me
Eh... yes.
Most probably she doesn’t now what lemon is and she has disappeared for not admitting it.
Starting from tomorrow I will ask for “ndimu”.
                                                                                                          


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Many greetings from Zanzibar

Dear all,
After almost three weeks in Zanzibar, here an update of the situation.
Sorry for the impersonal character, but I'm provisionally quite busy making it rather difficult to give everyone a personal message.
How have those almost-three-weeks run?
I spent 2 weeks shadowing Peter, the tour guide that I know from Kenya. It was nice to see him again and since we know each other, the cooperation went very smoothly. In between I also have gone on safari to Tanzania and made some other trips on the island: a spice garden, Stone Town and red colobus monkeys in Jozani National Park. Again some pleasant experiences.
Concerning the work: that seems to be quite a lot. Thomas Cook has save money and instead of 2 tour guides ... there is only 1. And that’s me. This means that I do not only assist the Belgian, Dutch, French and German guests but also the Polish, Czech and Hungarian. Of course I do not speak those languages, but in theory these guests know that they will be assisted only in English, German or French. In practice, it is true that especially the Polish guests do not speak much more than Polish. And me I thought that Polish people are gifted for languages ​​...
In addition, guests do not only com with the Thomas Cook (Condor) flight from Frankfurt on Monday, but they come every day of the week, at any hour of the day with flights from national airlines like Ethiopian or Oman Airlines. That means that every day I have to go somewhere for a welcome meeting.
But not worries: I drive around here with a nice jeep of which the radio only functions when he is willing to function. And that willing is quite often associated with the flatness of the surface. Not so much.
Cattle lies at the leash, the danger of riding down a cow is fairly small. Different situation with the chicken, so I constantly feel like I'm somewhere in the middle of a "chicken run".
Zanzibar is very vast, highways are not available so I am quite a lot of time “on the way”. The furthest hotel is 85 km from the hotel where I live, that is about 1h30 driving. But the scenery is beautiful, especially the palms and banana trees. And lots of crossing wild: goats!
I live in Neptune Pwani hotel, is owned by the same family as the Sentido Neptune hotels which I have worked for in Kenya. That's nice: some colleagues here know colleagues over there. Yet again a small family.
Nice, spacious room, with a clumsy desk and  no BVN (or Rai) on TV. Good food and sea view from my spacious terrace. What do you want to have more in life?
Zanzibar  is Africa, the same and yet different from Kenya.
The same as the people are of the same tribes (mainly Maasai) but different because they are islanders. They are actually even slower than the Kenyans ... But friendly and helpful they are. In this sense no difference.
But to be honest ... I miss the enthusiasm of Kenyans the have for mzungu’s. No children who exuberantly  yel "jambo mama" and wave their hands till they got tired and also the sense of humour is not like in Kenya.
But as this is Africa, so because of their hospitality and cheerfulness it remains a nice destination. You'll also do not see the extreme poverty like in Kenya, there is enough food for everyone, and the vast majority are respectable (clean) dressed, the veiled Muslim women are sometimes tied with coloured scarves.
But: no supermarket on this island. My Thomas Cook boss (a man!) will occasionally come from Kenya and offered me to bring what I need. But how can I explain to him what shampoo and face cream he should buy for me :-)
But ... actually I have all what I need, just like the other Zanzibarians (or how they may be called).  I just had a nice "4 ladies only " dinner at the restaurant of the hotel, in a mix of English, Italian, Swahili, German and French.
Zanzibar is OK!
Many greetings and ...
Ilse

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Mens sana in corpore sano

I did it, the second Start to Run, 10 km in 30 lessons is over.

I started the first series "Start to Run*, from 0 to 5 km" when I was in Kenya, then started and almost finished the second series, "Keep Running, from 5 to 10 km", but I stopped running. Since I am in Montenegro I started the second series again.

And now it is over, I will have to look for a new challenge.

In those past 10 weeks I received an incredible amount of tips of Evy Gruyaert about running shoes, heart rate monitors and nutrition, training and resting, about injuries and precautions ...

To avoid to stress my body too much, I get up at 6 am, around 6:15 am I am ready. I start with a bit of warming up to “wake up” my heart and muscles.

6:15 is early, I know, but it is still pleasantly cool. The sun is not yet in the sky, nevertheless I put a cap as at around 7:30, when I am on my way back, she is there! When I am running in the morning, I'm not alone, others in sports outfits and running shoes, sometimes with headphones are trying to keep their bodies fit.

Nothing wrong so far...

However, I do not understand… the running not really stops, it goes on throughout the day.

There is always someone out jogging or running. But the farther the day progresses, the stranger it gets. On the promenade, men run in their mini-swimsuit with overhanging belly. No T-shirt, no cap to protect themselves against the sun. And I have never smelled sun milk. Often they run on sandals, even flip flops or water shoes, on a hard surface: concrete tiles. Very bad for feet, legs and back.

Panting and sweating they run, with red faces and sweat dripping down their bodies. I think some are near to a heart attack.

Is running really so healthy?


*“Start to run” is a running program sponsored by the Flemish government. It encourages people to start running. In 30 podcast, to download for free, Evy Gruyaert – a familiar voice – coaches you while she gives tips on how to train, nutrition, sports clothing, running shoes and heart rate… . Two series have been produced: “Start to Run, from 0 to 5 km”, and “keep running, from 5 to 10 km”.

Travel Ilse

It seems that I have been in many places and have seen quite a lot things...