Tuesday, March 25, 2014

WOW! What A Country!!

Not being a world traveler (unless you consider crossing the border from Michigan into Canada pre-9/11 international traveling), it has been fascinating to see the things up close and personal that I have read about and watched on t.v. and in movies my entire life.  For instance, when crossing the Sahara (which I sadly have no photos of - maybe on the way back), we were only 11,000 feet up (which is kind of low for air travel) and the sky was clear so I had a FANTASTIC view of the earth below.

We came up to the continent from the Mediterranean Sea.  I could see ships (2 - probably miles apart) on the water and the wake they were leaving behind them - that's how clear the sky was.  So as we came up to Algiers, the waters became lighter and more of a turquoise and you could see the sandy bottom as it extended out of the ocean onto land (i.e., the beach).  You could see cities and towns below and roads and rivers winding their way through them.  The rivers are not blue from above.  They are beige.  From the sand.

The terrain changed rapidly from the coastal plain to mountains.  The Sahara actually starts in the mountains.  There is very little vegetation.  Lots of very dry land.   Surprisingly, there were three large lakes in that region and rivers feeding into them but I don't know their names.  The Niger River became visible and I was surprised to see how huge it was - from 11,000 feet up.  I can only imagine how massive the Nile must be.

Past the mountains, heading south, the land continued to change.  The mountains gave way to smaller land formations which were difficult to identify from up in the air.  They looked like long ridges but may have been smaller mountain ranges.  The sand began in this area.  No vegetation was visible at all.  Some rivers could be seen threading through the landscape and an occasional spot of blue, indicating a small lake or maybe a reservoir.  And then the flat land came.  And nothing but sand.  This is the part of the Sahara that I was most familiar with from books and movies.  Huge sand dunes.  The sand was different shades of brown and tan - not all one color like I assumed it would be.  One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  And it took 3 hours to cross it and reach Burkina Faso.

After Missie and Isaak and the girls picked me up, they drove me the five minutes it took to get to their home.  Nothing could be more different from the States than Burkina Faso!!!  Peddlers and vendors were everywhere.  Street side shops were shoulder to shoulder along most every street we traveled.  The colors and variety of what they sold was surprising.  I have come to find out there is not a lack of STUFF in Burkina Faso.


As you can see, this vendor is selling refrigerators.  All used.  Of which few or none can be used by the seller or many other Burkinabe because they may not be able to afford them OR have the electricity to actually use them in their homes.  and right next door we have furniture and other sundry items!  See the opening/ space between the road and where the fridges are?  look to the left and you'll see a little walk way crossing over it.  that is a sewer.  open air.  everything gets thrown in it: garbage, refuse, people use it as a latrine in some parts of the city.  these drainage ditches are about 1 to 3 ft. deep.  An occasional small crocodile may be walking around in them.  DON'T fall in them!



Some kind of vegetables.  Maybe potatoes.  This is a common way to sell produce.  Have no idea how long the cart has been there but at least one tire is flat.  the bicycle suggests the seller rides daily to this little make-shift booth to sell his/ her wares.


And here is where one would buy a bicycle!  Used.  for about 100.00.  basket not always included. you can wheel and deal (ha!  pun intended) and you might be able to get it for a few dollars less.  this is a major mode of transportation.


This is one of my favorite vendors to drive by.  Very colorful.  They are selling mats and bags and  luggage.  Not sure how the three are related and it doesn't matter!  You can see the satellite discs in the upper right hand corner.  What a contrast!  I cannot remember if that is an embassy back there or what.

A mattress vendor.  and pillows.  You pick out a mattress and they will get it down for you to try out. I have a picture of me sitting on one to make sure it is comfortable enough for Steve to sleep on.  to the far left, you can see stacks of plastic chairs someone has for sale.  the moped she is riding is THE major mode of transportation in the capital city of Ouagadougou.  the cell phone she has in her left hand is illegal to talk on while driving.  of course, that will not stop anyone from doing it!


One of these people is selling produce.  This is a common sight.  Several people sitting around a shop.  One or more of them might be selling.  I couldn't tell you who!!  The debris on the streets is everywhere.  The broken chunks of cement (middle left) are everywhere.  The baskets under the tables may have been used to carry the produce in.



The rocks on top are holding the fabric in place to provide a shelter from the sun.



Of course, donkeys are frequently sharing road space with everyone else.  this is in an intersection. You can't really see it but his feet are tied. his owner is somewhere close by.  this way, he can't run away.


In he background is a vendor selling jeans and whatever else.  Women carrying containers on their heads - sometimes loaded to overflowing - is quite common.


the sign is in French - no idea what it says.  The goat is eating / munching on something in that don't-you-dare-fall-in-drainage ditch.  Sooner or later, someone will be eating goat for supper.

Most of these photos were taken from the inside of Missie & Isaak's jeep, driving on our way to somewhere.  More to come.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Prologue

If you knew me, if you truly knew me, you would understand how closely I relate to the Jodie Foster character, Alexandra Rover, in Nim's Island.  "I'm afraid of everything!" is my favorite line from that movie.  When she hollered that statement, kicking and screaming as she tried so hard not to leave her house, headed for an unknown island thousands of miles away, I could instantly identify with her.  The difference between me and her is at some point in my life, I decided that my fears were not going to dictate how I lived my life.  I would put my trust in God to the best of my ability and, well, here I am in Africa.

My journey didn't even begin with me - it began with my daughter and her and her husband's (great use of grammar there!) decision to request to be assigned to the embassy in Burkina Faso ("he" goes by the name Isaak and is a U.S. Air Force lifer).  That was 2 1/2 years ago (? - maybe longer).  She (my daughter Melissa), upon telling me the great (not)  news that they were going overseas for 2 years (which they extended without my permission) said, "you can always come and visit us!" and I said, "I'm not going to Africa.  You'll just have to see me when you take your leave of absence."

And that was the beginning.  The one thing you don't see in that exchange anywhere is the mention of the word, "GOD."  I certainly didn't use it in connection with me.  Only with them.  I was convinced God had not in anyway, shape, or form told them to go to Africa.  I was convinced of it.  I had never heard of any desire to go to Africa in all the years I have known my daughter and son-in-law and all of a sudden, out of the blue, BAM!!!  they're going to Africa.  Well, I wasn't.  And that was final.

So final that after about a year of listening to her stories of life in Burkina Faso, I began to hear a different voice.  Not mine.  Not anywhere close to mine because this voice was saying, "go to Africa." Which I was not going to do.  I had made that perfectly clear.

But I couldn't ignore that Voice.  I heard it in the descriptions of the lives of the children she encountered in the orphanages.  I heard it in the desperateness of the people who lived on the streets.  I heard it in the dying breath of the babies who couldn't hold on any longer.  I heard it in the hope and encouragement of the missionaries she had come to know in Burkina Faso.  I heard it.  And it sure as heck wasn't me.

Eventually I listened.  Reluctantly.  After about a year.  Because I just knew if I listened I would hear what I didn't want to hear.  Which was pretty clear at this point - "go to Africa."  I had two topic areas for my dissertation for my doctorate I was considering and one was in international education.  Slowly a picture began to form of what this dissertation could look like.  And one day I got up the courage to say ok, I'll go.  I'll face the prospect of the plane crashing as we cross the Atlantic Ocean, the fact that in Africa lions can eat me and terrorists can kill me, and I'll go. There was a story that I believed God had to show me that for some UN-Godly reason, I couldn't see from the United States.

Well, I landed 8 days ago today.  The plane didn't crash.  A person not afraid to fly would have probably said it was the best flight ever!  I said it was ok.  Some turbulence.  If there's turbulence of A.N.Y. kind it is not going to be the best-flight-ever.  It is highly possible in my life-time that I will never experience a best-flight-ever.  I left in a snow storm on March 16, 2014, from Dulles, VA at 8 p.m. and landed in Brussels, Belgium 6 hours and 40 minutes later (after a two hour delay because the plane had to taxi back to the terminal after someone became ill on board and wanted to get off - WHAT - couldn't decide that while you were still inside the building??? -  and then wait to get permission to taxi back out, and then get de-iced).  A three hour layover in Belgium, a meeting up with some great folks who were also traveling to Burkina Faso to drill a well (and knew someone who knew Melissa and Isaak!) and I was in the air to Burkina.

It was INCREDIBLE!!!



Meet the Afri-bag.  This 4.00 find from the Goodwill Warehouse in Richmond, VA transported my clothes across the ocean. Of course, it was not my only bag.  I had another, plain black bag full of everything except clothes.  And I had 2 carry-ons.  Fortunately for me, I pre-shipped about 9 boxes in the months, weeks and days before I left.  Because these airlines are crazy - you can check 2 bags.  In what universe????

I am going to link this blog to my facebook page and to my other blog, georgiaatseascape.blogspot.com.  I am taking a hiatus from the other blog while I am in Africa and most of my posts will now be here and not on facebook.

To Be Continued!