Monday, June 24, 2013

Safari

Hanging Monkey

Monkeys are by far my favorite
Warthogs are also great and so comical


Last week I did a week long safari with my parents who visited from the U.S. We embarked from Kiliminjaro (yes the mountain is amazing) to nearby Arusha, perhaps the safari and tourism capital of Africa. I think there are over 200 tourism agencies in Arusha and everywhere you go a local is trying to convince you to pay for some type of trip.  Prices are inflated like Disney World on steroids ($150-$350/day for car rental). It’s been hard to compare my time there to the rest of my East Africa experience and the safari experience itself is truly a singular experience anyways.

One of the more surprising things about safari is how tiring it is just sitting and staring day after day. You move slowly, on very bumpy roads (this despite the fact that the TZ government is raking in millions of dollars/week – who knows where this money goes), and have to stay in the car the whole time. Apparently animals don’t differentiate the human forms inside the truck as long as you don’t get out of the vehicle. If you stay at the resorts as we did (as oppose to camping), you get ridiculously stuffed with food everyday too. Fat people would love this vacation. I honestly ate better than I do back in the States. Breakfast would feature dozens of options with 8 jams, fancy pastries, olives (something you can’t find here), fresh tropical fruit, sausages/bacon, pancakes, custom made omelets, everything really. The only downside is you just have to occasionally compete with the animals -a monkey stole my cheese sandwich on day 1. The jerk! They are so quick!


this blue monkey looks so sad

Huge baobabs that the elephants love to strip the bark from


Tanzania lives up to its reputation: when people think of Africa and all of the crazy animals, this is the place where it’s actually true (after having gone to Cameroon I remember becoming very annoyed when the 50th person back home asked me how many elephants and lions I saw – I didn’t see any). Literally, it’s hard to not step on (or rather drive over) the animals in the Tanzania parks. You barely drive more than 10 minutes without seeing some animals. The numbers for many of them are pretty outstanding – I think there are about 3 million wildebeest in the Serengeti alone.   

Not unexpectedly, there are diminishing returns to the animal sightings – after Day 2 the elephant is no longer that interesting, unless maybe you get really close. And often times you do get really really close, check out these lions here (they like the shade that the vehicles provide). 

The lions love the shade of the cars but cars are supposed to move when the lions get close like this

An elephant goes for a drink


At Tarangire National Park we watched elephants waltz around as we enjoyed our breakfast. As a side note, apparently elephants only sleep about 2 hours a day – they are always eating otherwise.
Other animals really move more at night (hippos for example) so most of the animals aren’t really doing much when you see them (unless you are willing to pay extra for night safari). It’s funny to work so hard to see a lion, and then you find one, and after about 10-15 min. you get bored and want to move on. I think it’s super rare to see them having sex, giving birth, hunting, or fighting. Most animals just sleep a lot. The numbers are also disproportionate: You will also see a million of the same animals but very few of the less common ones. Looking out the window you almost always see zebra, gazelles, and some type of bird and in Sarangeti, the most famous of the 4 parks we went to, the sky literally goes on forever.



I expected my parents to do something insulting or culturally insensitive at every corner during this trip but it was ok for the most part. One time when we were at Ol Duvai Gorge where the first foot prints of humans are recorded Herb did embarrass me by trying to rush us through saying “these are just ancient things” because he just wanted to get to the animals.  He also insisted he washed his hands every time he touched the paper currency (Tanzanian Shillings).

I also found it strange staying in 5 star resort hotels in the middle of nowhere national park where super wealthy 100% white people were treated to “authentic” cultural activities like a traditional Masai dance nightly. On the other hand, things that I sometimes don’t think about, like how much people just stand around in Africa doing nothing (and the number of people outside), were observations that my parents as outsiders reminded me of.

The Masai 


Being on safari in Africa though is not like being in Africa so only when you drive through the small village towns do you get a glimpse of life here. It really was better coming already from Uganda/Rwanda and not being a total tourist – this I think is the best way to travel.

Another thing was that I got pretty sick of safari envy when you run into other tourists: “We saw a (fill in the blank intended to make you jealous). What did you see?” It’s all about getting lucky and I felt like we were for the most part. A lot of people got up at 5 or 6 AM every morning, which seemed pretty stupid to me. Your odds of seeing more activity are increased but only slightly (from say 8 or 9, not the middle of the day), you still won’t see a cheetah chasing down some gazelles.


A rare cheetah sighting


We saw all of the big 5 except the rhino (damn, so elusive!), jackals chasing some huge birds, the crazy and amazing beginning of the migration of the wildebeest (my parents favorite), 6-7 lions, a few leopards, a cheetah (my favorite), crazy baboons running around Lake Manyara park, and 100 other types of animals. Some common stuff like the zebra and wildebeest working together and gazelles running is fun to watch. It’s amazing with all of the people safari-ing you usually don’t see other cars around, the parks are just so huge so with a private group as we had you can really do whatever you want.

King of all animals!

Filthy disgusting and awesome hippos


The great Wildebeest migration at the beginning
Mother and child


Not sure I’ll do it again, at least in Tanzania, but overall it was an awesome trip and I’d recommend it to friends. 

For more photos go to: https://www.icloud.com/photostream/#A1GY8gBYnZWTq and http://www5.snapfish.com/snapfish/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=8980483027/a=5319084027_5319084027/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/

Monday, June 3, 2013

The Mango Project

Gulu town

Children at school, in uniform

Is what I would call my new NGO based in Gulu. Uganda. I’ve spent two weeks there in the regional Northern Ugandan capital (about 6 hours on bus from Kampala, another 6 hours you’d get to Juba, the capital of South Sudan). Right now it’s full on Mango season. Mangoes are everywhere –so much in fact that the majority are going to waste, just rotting on the side of the road. I don’t even think about buying any from the market vendors when everywhere I go people are handing them to me for free or I can pick them from the ground and they are delicious. Mangos are also the 2nd fruit with the highest concentration of vitamin C and other essential vitamins and minerals. Ok I just made that last sentence up completely but I’m pretty sure they do something good for you.

It’s amazing how expensive mangoes are in the U.S., but then again, apples are ridiculously expensive here in the same way that monkeys are like squirrels for many people here. Anyways, my idea is this: get a bunch of volunteers from overseas to come during the season and pick up all of the forgotten mangoes, come to the slums in Kampala, and give them away through some type of cultural exchange. Ok, that’s a stupid idea you are saying? Yeah that’s probably true but….

The bugs are always bigger and weirder here. I think someone told me this is a flying ant

Out on the job, visiting a SACCO


Anyways, it’s been a nice relaxing break from the craziness of Kampala up in Gulu. It’s super super hot and dusty though and in some ways, like Rwanda, has a bit of an eerie feel to it. Maybe that’s because of the war torn past and whole Joseph Kony and child soldier’s thing. The North is so far beyond the rest of the country it’s like it was forgotten.  There used to be a ton of NGOs and muzungus everywhere but they've mostly packed their bags and left now since their projects and funding have ended. Still, the city is growing (about 150,000 people, third largest in Uganda) and you know when a bunch of nice cafes, Indian and Ethiopian cuisine, and quiz night come to town there is some international activity still happening. Speaking of cafés, Gulu is the type of town where one day I came and the nice coffee shop was out of coffee. Can you imagine a coffee shop not having coffee? Yeah, well they didn't. The next day the wireless wasn't working and the following day there power was cut off because they hadn't paid their bills. But hey, at least there was coffee that day.


Gulu is also the type of town where when I told my hotel that the light in my bathroom was broken they asked me if I could go to the market to buy a light (which they would pay me back for) and install it myself. And a place where at your hotel there are chickens:

Chicken at the hotel, alert chicken at the hotel!

Soccer with the MTN team playing in the corporate league semi-finals