Tuesday, November 22 - Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Monday night, I had every intention of going back to my hotel to work on some of the charts that I've been putting together. But I didn't feel so hot, and the thought of eating made me feel kind of nauseated, so I just watched TV, and by 6:30pm, I was asleep. I slept all night until about 6:15am. So much for working on the charts! I'm still not sure why I haven't felt so hot at night the last few days, but hopefully it will pass once I get home.
I had a note from Julie slid under my door telling me she had gone into work early, so not to expect me at the WHO bus. I had ordered tea for 6:45am, but by 7:10am, it still had not arrived, so I went downstairs. As I got on the elevator, I saw a waiter come out of the service area with a tea tray, and I figure that was mine, but he was almost a half hour late.
The bus came early as usual, and Lisa (the lady from HIV that's going to fill in at the WHO-Kenya office for a couple of months) and I got on. She's a nice lady, but she's pretty naive about how WHO works or the realities of an "African" office environment. She honestly thought that everyone at WHO worked for CDC :) In a way, it's cute, and she's only done an international trip for GAP, so it's understandable. She was also spoiled in that trip, and thinks that things should always be a certain way. She's definitely not happy when the image in her head of how things should be doesn't match the reality. When you're in a developing country, you have to get over those expectations and just accept the world as it comes to you and deal with it. Especially when you wouldn't tolerate something back home. Because, HELLO, you're not home anymore!
The last day had me going through the final number crunching, and also looking at the contribution table. THe numbers didn't match, but I added them up several times, so I don't know what's wrong. Yinka can figure it out. We had to present to Deo at 4pm what all I had done. It seemed silly to me, but I let Yinka do the talking. He seemed pleased, and only asked that I combine two columns, which was easy enough to do. Hopefully, I've made it easy enough that Yinka can figure out what I did. She, Lisa, and I went to lunch at this new Chinese restaurant, which was really good! The hot/sour soup was a bit thick, with the consistency of snot, but it was still quite tasty once you got over that. I had what passed for chicken lo-mein :)
For dinner, Casey and Yinka took me to "Mama Mia's" which is an Italian place, surprise surprise. They were going to take me to a French joint, but it was closed. I changed out money with Yinka, who wrote me a check for the $11M Zim that I had left, which amounted to $125 US. Yinka bought my dinner to thank me for my help, which was nice.
After she dropped me off at the Meikles, I went upstairs and packed. It didn't take too long. It has taken 4 trips to Africa, but I think I've finally learned how to pack properly. I'm not overloaded, but I have plenty. I took my last good bath before going home and then went to bed. I had to get up at 4:45am this morning to check out of the hotel and catch the WHO bus to the airport. I've saved a ton on taxi fees by using the WHO shuttle system, but coming home from work, I'd just as soon have a taxi as go through that sardine experience of having people crammed into a van, most of whom don't wear deodorant. My total bill, which included room, taxes, laundry, and room service amounted to $1700 US, which isn't too bad. It does mean however, I will owe CDC a check to refund some of that money they fronted me to come here. The Wi-Fi I'm using now will be reimbursed, which is nice :)
The flight to Joburg from Harare was nice, as it was on South African Air. They've got nicer aircraft, I've found than traditional carriers like British Air or just about any major American airlines. I know financially, the US Airlines are in a mess, but they should take a clue from South African air as far as comfort goes. I had an exit row, which was nice. There was a guy there who knew me, and I was startled when he called me by name. I can't remember how I know him, but I wonder if he wasn't Amy's old boyfriend. Not the one who's impregnated her, but the one before that who was so young. I didn't engage in conversation, as I was little weirded out (thanks CDC Security Briefing!). We had a decent breakfast on the flight and landed.So now I find myself in the Joburg International Airport, on their Wi-Fi for at least an hour (my computer won't last two hours, or I would have bought 2 hours of access). It's 11:30am, and I have approximately 8 more hours before my flight to Atlanta takes off. I've already had a more substantial breakfast which should last me, and I've done some shopping. My shoelaces were on the verge of breaking, so I had to buy new ones. They don't exactly match my shoes (original laces were navy, and new ones are black) but they will do. I also bought some South African wine, which will be for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow night when I get home and my mom arrives. And I got the requisite "treats" that we are all expected to bring to the office after an international trip.
I'm so glad to be getting back home. I was telling Lisa yesterday on the way home that I enjoy getting out, travelling, and getting to see and know other cultures. But my home is in the USA, and when I'm gone, I miss it. I have roots there, and I am always glad to go back. A lot of people don't seem to have that amoungst our gang that works overseas, and I find that sad.
I have no idea how I'll make it until I get to Atlanta without sleep, but I don't see many opportunities to nod off. I can never get comfortable in these cattle car class seats. And if do sleep, I end up horribly cramped. We'll see how it goes. Coming over here wasn't nearly as long as I had remembered it, so maybe the trip home will be similar.
That closes this chapter of my African treks. Until the next time I find myself in the developing world...ciao!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Return to Zimbabwe III
Friday, November 18 - Sunday November 20, 2005
One thing that is nice about coming to WHO to work is the tradition of knocking off early on Fridays. The office shuts down at 2pm. I finally got through all the emails and crap from earlier in the week, and I did a few financial figures before I just got tired. The day was sunny, bright, and warm, and I was not in the mood to work. So I blogged some random thoughts on my friendster blog and killed time until it was the hour to pack up and leave.
I didn't do much when I got back to the hotel. I ate, and watched movies until pretty late. We did have a short blackout around 7pm but that lasted only 15 minutes or so before power was restored. I had ordered breakfast for 9:45am, and when I heard a beating on my door, I thought, "Is it 9:45am already?" I should have checked the clock. But I stumbled out of bed and opened the door. The breakfast was rolled in, and it was missing several items and had the wrong cereal. I didn't question though, and signed for it. I even ate most of it. THen I went back to bed to discover it was barely 7:30am. I had been given and just eaten someone else's breakfast! I went back to sleep to be awoken at 9:45am with my real breakfast. I pointed out that I had already been given breakfast, but that it missed a few items. They had me take those items off the cart, and wished me a good day. I still wondered whose breakfast I had eaten. I ate the remaining items, and was still tired, so I went back to sleep, not to be aroused until 1:30pm. I forced myself up then, not understanding why I was so tired. I still don't get it.
I went down and had a "traditional tea" while I waited for Julie to get back from shopping. She and I were going to ride together to my friend Amy's baby shower. At 3pm, we were off. The baby shower was lots of fun! PLenty to eat and drink, and I got to meet the latest gay couple of Zimbabwe. This South African guy and this white Zimbabwean are newly coupled, about two weeks. So they're still in the touchy-feely, let's do-it-all-the-time phase. The South African is named Eden and is mixed, and I think he's with the embassy, but I'm not sure. The Zimbabwean is 3rd generation and is named Vaughn. Vaughn was actually pretty cute, and I chatted with both of them. Vaughn said before he met Eden, it had been 4.5 yrs since he'd been in a relationship. Yet another reason not to take a job in Africa! Anyway, it was nice to find some of my brethern.
There was swimming and some games. I came in a close second to the baby's father in the beer chugging through a baby bottle contest. Not sure what it says of him that he can suck better than I can ;) Of course, I partially wonder about these Zimbabweans who are latching on to Americans. It seems to me that getting an AMerican to marry you would be the ultimate jackpot for someone from Zimbabwe. You get all these benefits of being an American spouse, not the least of which is expedited citizenship. Of course, this is all for naught if you are a same-sex couple, but the examples of Amy and Yinka are what I'm thinking about. She hadn't dated this guy for long before she got pregnant. I hope he's not using her. Same goes with Yinka, although I've known Everard, and I like him. I think his relationship with Yinka is pretty real, and they've been together over a year. Still, you have to wonder...how can you be sure that you're not being used as a single American overseas? Everard, for instance, not only gets a fast track to citizenship, but he gets all the spousal benefits (health insurance, life insurance, etc) that comes with marrying Yinka. His cataracts and broken hand can all be healed properly. And he escapes Zimbabwe for the USA, which is a pretty sweet deal. Also, wherever Yinka goes, the govt will pay for him to follow. It may be crass to be suspicious, and I hope that no one will be hurt or is being used. Still, you have to wonder....
I left with Julie about 8pm, and that was a good time. I ordered some dinner, after which I actually got sick. I'm not sure what was wrong. I didn't drink that much, and I only threw up a little before feeling better. I went to bed, and couldn't get comfortable. I felt hot, and was sweating a lot. I finally got up Sunday morning, read the "paper" here, and decided to lay out by the pool. The storms the night before had cooled the pool significantly, but that was OK. I read and dozed for a couple of hours, which sort of burned me, even though it was overcast. That didn't help my feeling hot in the room later that night.
I had a nice dinner at the restaurant, eating some ostrich. Ostrich tastes OK but it's entirely too tough. I went to bed at a decent hour, knowing I had to get up. I still felt a little nauseated at night, but I didn't vomit this time. I sure hope I'm not coming down with anything.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Auguste came back today, so I had to move to another desk. Luckily, Mr. MDicky was leaving for a trip, so I'm now at his desk. The woman from CDC who's going to Kenya to fill in for about 6 weeks arrived yesterday and was in our truck for the ride to WHO. She doesn't seem to precious for words, but I know how demanding she's been thus far. We'll have to see if it continues. We had to go to the CDC offices downtown where the Global AIDS Program is located. The CDC director of the office likes to meet everyone coming through and know what we're up to. It was a throwaway meeting, but we did learn that Zimbabwe is now the 2nd country after Uganda to actually lower its HIV prevelance rate. That's good news. We stopped to pick up some lunch, and then came back to the office. I've wasted my entire day catching up on emails and responding to various things. I will likely have to take some work home tonight. Oh well, it's my own fault. I'm so ready to come home.
One thing that is nice about coming to WHO to work is the tradition of knocking off early on Fridays. The office shuts down at 2pm. I finally got through all the emails and crap from earlier in the week, and I did a few financial figures before I just got tired. The day was sunny, bright, and warm, and I was not in the mood to work. So I blogged some random thoughts on my friendster blog and killed time until it was the hour to pack up and leave.
I didn't do much when I got back to the hotel. I ate, and watched movies until pretty late. We did have a short blackout around 7pm but that lasted only 15 minutes or so before power was restored. I had ordered breakfast for 9:45am, and when I heard a beating on my door, I thought, "Is it 9:45am already?" I should have checked the clock. But I stumbled out of bed and opened the door. The breakfast was rolled in, and it was missing several items and had the wrong cereal. I didn't question though, and signed for it. I even ate most of it. THen I went back to bed to discover it was barely 7:30am. I had been given and just eaten someone else's breakfast! I went back to sleep to be awoken at 9:45am with my real breakfast. I pointed out that I had already been given breakfast, but that it missed a few items. They had me take those items off the cart, and wished me a good day. I still wondered whose breakfast I had eaten. I ate the remaining items, and was still tired, so I went back to sleep, not to be aroused until 1:30pm. I forced myself up then, not understanding why I was so tired. I still don't get it.
I went down and had a "traditional tea" while I waited for Julie to get back from shopping. She and I were going to ride together to my friend Amy's baby shower. At 3pm, we were off. The baby shower was lots of fun! PLenty to eat and drink, and I got to meet the latest gay couple of Zimbabwe. This South African guy and this white Zimbabwean are newly coupled, about two weeks. So they're still in the touchy-feely, let's do-it-all-the-time phase. The South African is named Eden and is mixed, and I think he's with the embassy, but I'm not sure. The Zimbabwean is 3rd generation and is named Vaughn. Vaughn was actually pretty cute, and I chatted with both of them. Vaughn said before he met Eden, it had been 4.5 yrs since he'd been in a relationship. Yet another reason not to take a job in Africa! Anyway, it was nice to find some of my brethern.
There was swimming and some games. I came in a close second to the baby's father in the beer chugging through a baby bottle contest. Not sure what it says of him that he can suck better than I can ;) Of course, I partially wonder about these Zimbabweans who are latching on to Americans. It seems to me that getting an AMerican to marry you would be the ultimate jackpot for someone from Zimbabwe. You get all these benefits of being an American spouse, not the least of which is expedited citizenship. Of course, this is all for naught if you are a same-sex couple, but the examples of Amy and Yinka are what I'm thinking about. She hadn't dated this guy for long before she got pregnant. I hope he's not using her. Same goes with Yinka, although I've known Everard, and I like him. I think his relationship with Yinka is pretty real, and they've been together over a year. Still, you have to wonder...how can you be sure that you're not being used as a single American overseas? Everard, for instance, not only gets a fast track to citizenship, but he gets all the spousal benefits (health insurance, life insurance, etc) that comes with marrying Yinka. His cataracts and broken hand can all be healed properly. And he escapes Zimbabwe for the USA, which is a pretty sweet deal. Also, wherever Yinka goes, the govt will pay for him to follow. It may be crass to be suspicious, and I hope that no one will be hurt or is being used. Still, you have to wonder....
I left with Julie about 8pm, and that was a good time. I ordered some dinner, after which I actually got sick. I'm not sure what was wrong. I didn't drink that much, and I only threw up a little before feeling better. I went to bed, and couldn't get comfortable. I felt hot, and was sweating a lot. I finally got up Sunday morning, read the "paper" here, and decided to lay out by the pool. The storms the night before had cooled the pool significantly, but that was OK. I read and dozed for a couple of hours, which sort of burned me, even though it was overcast. That didn't help my feeling hot in the room later that night.
I had a nice dinner at the restaurant, eating some ostrich. Ostrich tastes OK but it's entirely too tough. I went to bed at a decent hour, knowing I had to get up. I still felt a little nauseated at night, but I didn't vomit this time. I sure hope I'm not coming down with anything.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Auguste came back today, so I had to move to another desk. Luckily, Mr. MDicky was leaving for a trip, so I'm now at his desk. The woman from CDC who's going to Kenya to fill in for about 6 weeks arrived yesterday and was in our truck for the ride to WHO. She doesn't seem to precious for words, but I know how demanding she's been thus far. We'll have to see if it continues. We had to go to the CDC offices downtown where the Global AIDS Program is located. The CDC director of the office likes to meet everyone coming through and know what we're up to. It was a throwaway meeting, but we did learn that Zimbabwe is now the 2nd country after Uganda to actually lower its HIV prevelance rate. That's good news. We stopped to pick up some lunch, and then came back to the office. I've wasted my entire day catching up on emails and responding to various things. I will likely have to take some work home tonight. Oh well, it's my own fault. I'm so ready to come home.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Return to Zimbabwe II
Thursday - November 17, 2005
Today went pretty well. Julie Jenks called me at 6:30am to see if I wanted to go get breakfast, so that served as my wake-up call. I passed on breakfast, as I've taken to just having coffee in my room while I dress, watch CNN International, and read through the "newspaper". The van came to pick us up on time, and we got into work. I fixed Julie's computer she could immediately get on the internet. I then pretty much spent the day catching up on my email,uploading my journals, etc. That's what happens when you spend half a week without any connectivity at all! Luckily, I think I'm mostly done with what I needed to do here. I probably could have worked on this from Atlanta, truth to be told. I am also pretty sure that I'm not doing these allotment reports right, but oh well. I leave on Wednesday! Julie will just have to figure it out.
Just as the day started coming to a close, storm clouds rolled in. As we waited for the vans to take us back to the hotel, it rained a bit, and thundered. Starting around 6pm, though, the storms commenced. Pretty powerful storms too. The lightning was ferocious, but awesome to see. Yinka arranged to pick me up at 7:15pm for the Korean dinner night. I napped a bit until then.
The dinner was pretty good! No dog was served, which I actually had been a bit concerned about. There was a couple from the Japanese embassy, Kim the Canadian and her Zim boyfriend, Thomas the Norweigan and his wife, and Matthew the American and his wife Diana. Matthew had an interesting accent, and I couldn't place it until I asked where he grew up. He hails from Milwaukee, WI it turns out, which is where I'd heard that accent before. He didn't know Uncle Marc from UW, but it was neat to meet someone from a place I know pretty well. He was also kinda cute in a bookish way. He and Diana have been together 11 yrs, but only recently married, b/c when he joined the foreign service, it was easier to get her here if they were married. But Diana keeps her own name and they don't wear wedding rings. And they say gays are a threat to "traditional marriage" :)
We had some excellent dishes, and my favorite was the honey garlic chicken! Very yummy. We also had wine with dinner. By the time we finished, and I got back to the hotel, it was just after 10pm. I took a bath, and then watched TV. Unfortunatley for me, I got hooked into this movie about managed care and a KY woman who fought against it. I didn't get to sleep until after 1:30am. Good thing that WHO closes early on Fridays :)
Today went pretty well. Julie Jenks called me at 6:30am to see if I wanted to go get breakfast, so that served as my wake-up call. I passed on breakfast, as I've taken to just having coffee in my room while I dress, watch CNN International, and read through the "newspaper". The van came to pick us up on time, and we got into work. I fixed Julie's computer she could immediately get on the internet. I then pretty much spent the day catching up on my email,uploading my journals, etc. That's what happens when you spend half a week without any connectivity at all! Luckily, I think I'm mostly done with what I needed to do here. I probably could have worked on this from Atlanta, truth to be told. I am also pretty sure that I'm not doing these allotment reports right, but oh well. I leave on Wednesday! Julie will just have to figure it out.
Just as the day started coming to a close, storm clouds rolled in. As we waited for the vans to take us back to the hotel, it rained a bit, and thundered. Starting around 6pm, though, the storms commenced. Pretty powerful storms too. The lightning was ferocious, but awesome to see. Yinka arranged to pick me up at 7:15pm for the Korean dinner night. I napped a bit until then.
The dinner was pretty good! No dog was served, which I actually had been a bit concerned about. There was a couple from the Japanese embassy, Kim the Canadian and her Zim boyfriend, Thomas the Norweigan and his wife, and Matthew the American and his wife Diana. Matthew had an interesting accent, and I couldn't place it until I asked where he grew up. He hails from Milwaukee, WI it turns out, which is where I'd heard that accent before. He didn't know Uncle Marc from UW, but it was neat to meet someone from a place I know pretty well. He was also kinda cute in a bookish way. He and Diana have been together 11 yrs, but only recently married, b/c when he joined the foreign service, it was easier to get her here if they were married. But Diana keeps her own name and they don't wear wedding rings. And they say gays are a threat to "traditional marriage" :)
We had some excellent dishes, and my favorite was the honey garlic chicken! Very yummy. We also had wine with dinner. By the time we finished, and I got back to the hotel, it was just after 10pm. I took a bath, and then watched TV. Unfortunatley for me, I got hooked into this movie about managed care and a KY woman who fought against it. I didn't get to sleep until after 1:30am. Good thing that WHO closes early on Fridays :)
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Return to Zimbabwe
Monday, 14 November 2005
The flight over was uneventful, and actually seemed to go faster than I remember it being last year. That’s my imagination going because the start and end times for the flight are unchanged. I was one row from the exit row, which would have given me much more foot room. But the guy I was crammed into cattle car class with was a NASA contractor from CA who was going to a conference in Cape Town, South Africa. He was nice enough, and we chatted a bit. This was his first trip to Africa, and they were there to celebrate the inaugural of a big, fancy telescope that South Africa has built. He worked on his presentation a little on the flight, and it was highly technical stuff full of mathematical values that I didn’t understand. Reminded me of all the epidemiological charts that you see on some CDC presentations. Personally, I don’t care how you got there, as long as your methodology was sound. Just give me the results
The food was terrible on the flight. They gave us this chicken dish that had no taste at all, and our “snack” consisted of a sandwich and cookies. Luckily, you could get drinks whenever you wanted. The little bottles of South African wine were pretty good. I didn’t drink too much though, and it didn’t put me to sleep. I can not get comfortable in those seats, crammed in there as you are. So I didn’t sleep at all until I got to Johannesburg (Joburg). My layover was only about an hour or so, but I went and had some lunch and checked email. Let everyone know I was in Joburg safe and sound. Also let them know to not expect to hear from me until Monday, and hopefully that will mollify my mom.
On the Joburg-Harare flight, I passed out and slept the whole way. Going through customs was uneventful, and my luggage came out without problems. My WHO driver was waiting for me, and he took me to the Meikles. The Meikles is a nice place, and I can see how it’s one of the nicest hotels in Africa. Of course, it’s not as nice as the Sheraton Addis, but I’m not sure many hotels in the world match that level of opulence But there many similarities. You have a grand foyer, and the bellmen are all over you like white on rice. They checked me in, and gave me room 654. The bellmen took me up, and it was nice. You could tell that like most things in Zimbabwe, it hasn’t been updated in about 20-30 years. Still, the Meikles has held up over time. The room is spacious, has a mini-fridge, a TV (you can hear the sound in the bathroom when it’s on through speakers in the bathroom), and has the full complement of amenities you’d expect from restaurants to shops to a pool, sauna and gym. I didn’t get to see the pool, sauna, or gym b/c I wasn’t awake during the operating hours
I had about 1.5 hours to nap before I had to be ready for this Marine Ball. I’d heard so much about these Marine Balls, which celebrate the founding of the US Marines in 1775. I was glad to buy a ticket and go this year. Plus, I knew I’d get to see Marines in dress uniforms which are always a delight for the eyes. Well, not so much this year. The marine contingent is completely changed from who was here last year. The change was not an improvement either. Only two of the marines could be classified as attractive, and word is that one of the attractive ones is about as smart as a box of rocks. The guys in last year’s group were all pretty attractive, friendly, outgoing, and could hold a conversation. This year’s bunch pretty much stuck to themselves the whole night with some interaction with the ladies who work at the embassy. Apparently, they aren’t as familiar with the CDC people assigned here. Not sure if it’s due to a lack of effort from both parties or what. The food was horrible, and the music was odd. They played all these REALLY old songs from the 60s and 70s. Then you had some Zimbabwean music which was OK, but not my cup of tea. The party broke up around midnight, and Casey dropped me off at the Meikles. I went up to my room and died, not waking up until 4:30pm on Sunday afternoon.
I read the Zimbabwean newspaper, which was entertaining. It’s run by the state, so the propaganda is thicker than what you get even from FOX News in the USA. Then I went downstairs for dinner. I had French onion soup, chicken with veggies, chocolate mousse, 3 servings of Coke, and an after dinner tea. All this cost me $870,000 Zim, and with tip, I shelled out $1 million Zim. I can now say I’ve had a million dollar meal Actually, the exchange rate is about $88,000 Zim = $1 US, so that dinner cost me about $11 US. The inflation rate is out of control here, and it’s only going to get worse from what I understand. I changed out $300 with the black market guy who works WHO, and got $26.4 MILLION Zim in return. Damn shame that I can’t magically turn this Zim$ into US cash $1Zim = $1US But once again, Africa has made me a millionaire. I did a little calculation of what my US salary would be in Zim$. Turns out I’d be a billionaire, and comfortably so. Of course, when dinner sets you back a cool mil, you need to be a billionaire.
I then went back to my room and read a while before going to sleep. I awoke at 4:30am unable to fall back asleep, so I got up and read some more. Then it was time to get up at 6:30pm, have my morning coffee, and dress for work. The WHO van came to pick me up at 7:30am, and drove me to the office. I’m sitting in the same office I had last November when I came to do this financial report stuff. If only I could connect to the internet, it would be fine.
It’s now 3pm, and still no internet. Of course, without it, I can’t access the files I’m supposed to be looking at and turning into a report. I actually got rid of everything I did last year, which in hindsight was stupid. But I know they have an electronic copy somewhere; I just have to find it. In the meantime, I’m not really able to DO anything. The internet help desk guy came in, and discovered that my user ID had been deleted from the system since I had not been here for a year. So they have to redo it. He ran off saying he had to print something. I presume he has what he needs. I sure hope so, b/c this being locked off the internet sucks.
Casey took me to lunch. We ate the fast food court that’s not too far from here. It has 4 stores: a bakery, a pizza inn, a burger king wannabe called Steers, and a spicy chicken place. I got a pizza, and three “Mr Juicy”. It’s kind of like Hi-C or Capri Sun. I was a lot thirstier than I realized. Casey took me to the grocery so that I could buy some water. I got 6 liters, which should get me through midweek. I also had to buy a toothbrush ($224,000 Zim) b/c dummy me ran off without packing the charger to my toothbrush, so it will die in a day or so. I can’t go a week without brushing my teeth. Luckily, they had some good old Oral B US toothbrushes that will do.
The late spring weather here is just as you’d expect: HOT. Actually, Atlanta about about this temperature last week when we had 80F weather. But in Atlanta, I have air-conditioning. Here, I don’t…at least when I’m not in the Meikles. So I’m nice and grimy by the end of the day, and I just feel gross. I hate being hot! I’m not a crazy fan of winter weather, but you can survive winter weather…this having to dress up with a coat and tie for work when it’s 80F and no air-conditioning sucks. I don’t even have a fan to circulate air.
Whine, whine, bitch, moan, complain. I know it seems that is all I do when I come to Africa. There are plenty of beautiful and interesting things in Africa. Where it not for the financial problems of Zimbabwe and its dictatorial, semi-communist government, this would be a fine place to live. Even Ethiopia was breathtakingly beautiful from the province I was assigned to monitor. Africa, however, is very far behind the rest of the world in development, and reminders of this are never far away. It’s probably good that you can’t help but see the suffering no matter where you go, b/c you shouldn’t forget it. It would do the US all sorts of good if the middle class and wealthy could not escape from the harsh realities of poverty. You can structure your life so that you rarely if ever see the worst that poverty has to offer. Here, when over 80% of the nation lives below the Zimbabwean poverty line, you can’t escape it.
I understand the allure of Foreign Service. When you are from the USA, you will be well paid in US dollars to work in less than ideal conditions. You get your housing and utilities paid for, as well as other rights that accrue as you stay overseas. To accept an overseas post, I would basically have to back into the closet, something I am not willing to do. I worked too long and too hard to “come out” to willingly go back into the closet, rebuild the door, and shut myself in. There are plenty of people who have done that. In the State Dept, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal if you’re gay. They will even move your partner over with you, although finding them a job could be difficult. Still, in most places that CDC works, being gay is illegal. You can be put into jail and/or expelled from the country if the “wrong” people found out. I’m not sure how others reconcile that. I know one guy with CDC who is stationed in Nigeria has a hankering for African men, which is good since he’s been in Africa for about 6 years and would like another African post. He basically meets closeted gay Africans, seduces them, and has a string of fuck buddies. It seems awfully dangerous considering the prevalence of highly virulent HIV in Africa. Even if this guy’s a top (which would surprise me), he has played Russian roulette for quite some time. Of course, that’s assuming he hasn’t caught HIV. I’m not sure that he could pass the State Dept health examination if he was HIV+. Other people, like the guy I know stationed in Egypt who is of Palestinian descent, just goes into the closet. Locks his door tightly, and waits for trips to foreign lands or the US to “play”. I can’t imagine a more lonely existence. I know we all make choices in life, but to consign myself to a life alone consciously because of a job doesn’t make sense to me. Others like the Nigeria assignee, are more open about whom they “date”, but even if you fall in love and set up housekeeping with someone while overseas, you’re SOL when it comes time to return to the USA thanks to our immigration laws. So no matter what you do, it always ends in heartache, and you being alone.
There is one other alternative. If I had someone who wanted to go on this international “adventure” with me, knowing that finding jobs would be difficult, then I’d consider it. Already having a spouse seems to be the secret of surviving. Lord knows in the places where I’d have to work, there’d NEVER be any worry of straying But while I’m still single, taking a job overseas is a non-starter for me. Plus, taking a job overseas means I’d be disconnected from one of my true loves: politics. I’d always vote, of course, but not being involved in the “good fight” would be disheartening.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Last night, I had to cram into a bus to get back to the Meikles. It was OK, except for the lack of deodorant among the other passengers. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I ran to my room, stripped off and put on my trunks, and went to the pool. The water was kind of cold, but it felt SO good. By the end of the day, I had felt so grimy and disgusting. After a little swim, I went back to my room, dressed, and went down to the lounge for a snack. I had this filet salad which was pretty good. I know I shouldn’t eat salad, but I did. I’ll probably end up with a parasite or two from this trip, but in Africa, what else is new? I also had tea. Then I went upstairs for a cocktail before having dinner. It was another $1 Million Zim dinner, but it was good. I had salmon, but was kind of dry and tough, but overall not bad. I read a book the whole time, which was nice. I’m sure others either think me rude or weird, but I don’t care. When I left the dining room, I passed by an apparent karaoke night where someone was singing John Denver’s “Country Roads”. They played that at the Marine Ball too, to great fanfare. I don’t know what it is about John Denver that is so popular here!
I slept pretty well last night, although I keep having weird dreams. The WHO truck that picked me up yesterday arrived again at 7:30pm. I discovered that to get home, I really should meet the vans at 4:45pm to get back to the Meikles. Otherwise, I have to make special arrangements. Fine by me. Especially if they don’t get me internet access SOON here. Yinka is bringing me last year’s report that I worked on, since I don’t have a copy. So maybe I’ll be able to get something done. Who knows? I hope it’s an electronic copy that I can just update. If I have to start from scratch, I’ll rebel. I’ll make Julie do it
I had my security briefing at the embassy today. Pretty much the same information that I’ve received in my previous trips. Turns out that while the Marines aren’t all that attractive this year, the embassy guys are HOT. The security officer who briefed me and two others was drop dead gorgeous. It was almost distracting. I wish I had seen him at the Marine Ball! He probably was there, but I don’t remember seeing him. Of course, after the Marine disappointment, I wasn’t really looking anymore. The embassy medical guy is also quite attractive. Either one could visit me in the Meikles anytime! LOL
I finally got the items that I needed to start my project. Luckily, Yinka had the documents we produced last year on disk, so I’m now just updating. It’s going a lot smoother than last year, but then again, I remember some of the lessons I learned. Lessons like, “Just because something says it’s for ‘ops cost’ doesn’t mean you should PUT it under ‘Ops Cost’.” Basically, it’s a way to make overhead look smaller than it might be in reality. Overhead is a tricky thing anyway. WHO takes 13% of any grant it gets as “overhead” which pays for secretaries, travel, communications, logistics, etc. These things don’t always touch an immunization day, but they are necessary to carry those days out. By US government standards, though, WHO still uses a lot of overhead. Poor Bush would swoon if he understood the numbers.
Discussed career options with Yinka and Casey today. It’s kind of a wait and see pattern. This is another reason I don’t want an overseas post. Once you no longer “fit” into the scheme of things, you are either forced into a bad situation or you have to return to the US and look for another job. Granted, GID will keep you employed while you look, but it’s kind of a shabby way to treat someone who’s given you some of the best years of their lives. We just don’t have the FTEs to welcome back field people to Atlanta-based positions with open arms.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Today, I finally got internet connectivity! They’ve totally revamped the system here, so there are more checks before you can log on. What a pain. The good side is that without any distractions, I’ve been able to finish a lot of my work, so I’ll have more time to be “leisurely” than I might have otherwise. Today was uneventful, until we had this mandatory security briefing for all WHO employees. Since I’m a consultant, I had to go too, and Yinka drove me over.
The WHO-Zimbabwe office is in this hospital complex that is quite nasty looking. They have this coal plant on the premises, that I can only imagine is used for power in the hospital. The morgue was right next to that, which is a juxtaposition I found disturbing, almost like a concentration camp. I can tell you one thing, if I was in Zimbabwe and got seriously ill, you wouldn’t find me in one of these hospitals. I’m not even sure they’re that sanitary. We passed by the “nuclear medicine” department on the way to this meeting, and I remarked that if I had cancer, I’d be demanding that CDC bring me home for treatment. No way would I rely on African medicine and hospitals with my life on the line.
The meeting on security was a waste of time. We all thought there was going to be special information shared about the upcoming elections, but they barely touched on that. The security officer for WHO-Zimbabwe has no public speaking skills, and apparently had no real plan for this “training”. He was also missing one of his front teeth, which I found terribly distracting. It is hard to take someone seriously when they present themselves like that. He started talking randomly about various topics, on of which was a “warden system” which is something to do with UN residential security. Turns out the wardens haven’t been doing their jobs, and this guy was stunned when the crowd turned on him over this issue. Other things came up, like access to the UN doctor and clinic. The funniest thing was seeing it turn into a virtual free-for-all with the security guy calling out the management people and other departments. I’ve never seen people be so insulting to each other at a management level in an open meeting like this before. One lady was hilarious when she said, “Since your meeting with the wardens is next week, perhaps you will remember what you have promised here, since it should still be fresh in your mind.” There was no “sister roll” or snaps, but the intent was certainly there Once that worthless meeting was over, I was able to get a couple of things done before heading back to the hotel. I had a “traditional tea” for my dinner, and then went back to room to watch movies before going to bed.
The flight over was uneventful, and actually seemed to go faster than I remember it being last year. That’s my imagination going because the start and end times for the flight are unchanged. I was one row from the exit row, which would have given me much more foot room. But the guy I was crammed into cattle car class with was a NASA contractor from CA who was going to a conference in Cape Town, South Africa. He was nice enough, and we chatted a bit. This was his first trip to Africa, and they were there to celebrate the inaugural of a big, fancy telescope that South Africa has built. He worked on his presentation a little on the flight, and it was highly technical stuff full of mathematical values that I didn’t understand. Reminded me of all the epidemiological charts that you see on some CDC presentations. Personally, I don’t care how you got there, as long as your methodology was sound. Just give me the results
The food was terrible on the flight. They gave us this chicken dish that had no taste at all, and our “snack” consisted of a sandwich and cookies. Luckily, you could get drinks whenever you wanted. The little bottles of South African wine were pretty good. I didn’t drink too much though, and it didn’t put me to sleep. I can not get comfortable in those seats, crammed in there as you are. So I didn’t sleep at all until I got to Johannesburg (Joburg). My layover was only about an hour or so, but I went and had some lunch and checked email. Let everyone know I was in Joburg safe and sound. Also let them know to not expect to hear from me until Monday, and hopefully that will mollify my mom.
On the Joburg-Harare flight, I passed out and slept the whole way. Going through customs was uneventful, and my luggage came out without problems. My WHO driver was waiting for me, and he took me to the Meikles. The Meikles is a nice place, and I can see how it’s one of the nicest hotels in Africa. Of course, it’s not as nice as the Sheraton Addis, but I’m not sure many hotels in the world match that level of opulence But there many similarities. You have a grand foyer, and the bellmen are all over you like white on rice. They checked me in, and gave me room 654. The bellmen took me up, and it was nice. You could tell that like most things in Zimbabwe, it hasn’t been updated in about 20-30 years. Still, the Meikles has held up over time. The room is spacious, has a mini-fridge, a TV (you can hear the sound in the bathroom when it’s on through speakers in the bathroom), and has the full complement of amenities you’d expect from restaurants to shops to a pool, sauna and gym. I didn’t get to see the pool, sauna, or gym b/c I wasn’t awake during the operating hours
I had about 1.5 hours to nap before I had to be ready for this Marine Ball. I’d heard so much about these Marine Balls, which celebrate the founding of the US Marines in 1775. I was glad to buy a ticket and go this year. Plus, I knew I’d get to see Marines in dress uniforms which are always a delight for the eyes. Well, not so much this year. The marine contingent is completely changed from who was here last year. The change was not an improvement either. Only two of the marines could be classified as attractive, and word is that one of the attractive ones is about as smart as a box of rocks. The guys in last year’s group were all pretty attractive, friendly, outgoing, and could hold a conversation. This year’s bunch pretty much stuck to themselves the whole night with some interaction with the ladies who work at the embassy. Apparently, they aren’t as familiar with the CDC people assigned here. Not sure if it’s due to a lack of effort from both parties or what. The food was horrible, and the music was odd. They played all these REALLY old songs from the 60s and 70s. Then you had some Zimbabwean music which was OK, but not my cup of tea. The party broke up around midnight, and Casey dropped me off at the Meikles. I went up to my room and died, not waking up until 4:30pm on Sunday afternoon.
I read the Zimbabwean newspaper, which was entertaining. It’s run by the state, so the propaganda is thicker than what you get even from FOX News in the USA. Then I went downstairs for dinner. I had French onion soup, chicken with veggies, chocolate mousse, 3 servings of Coke, and an after dinner tea. All this cost me $870,000 Zim, and with tip, I shelled out $1 million Zim. I can now say I’ve had a million dollar meal Actually, the exchange rate is about $88,000 Zim = $1 US, so that dinner cost me about $11 US. The inflation rate is out of control here, and it’s only going to get worse from what I understand. I changed out $300 with the black market guy who works WHO, and got $26.4 MILLION Zim in return. Damn shame that I can’t magically turn this Zim$ into US cash $1Zim = $1US But once again, Africa has made me a millionaire. I did a little calculation of what my US salary would be in Zim$. Turns out I’d be a billionaire, and comfortably so. Of course, when dinner sets you back a cool mil, you need to be a billionaire.
I then went back to my room and read a while before going to sleep. I awoke at 4:30am unable to fall back asleep, so I got up and read some more. Then it was time to get up at 6:30pm, have my morning coffee, and dress for work. The WHO van came to pick me up at 7:30am, and drove me to the office. I’m sitting in the same office I had last November when I came to do this financial report stuff. If only I could connect to the internet, it would be fine.
It’s now 3pm, and still no internet. Of course, without it, I can’t access the files I’m supposed to be looking at and turning into a report. I actually got rid of everything I did last year, which in hindsight was stupid. But I know they have an electronic copy somewhere; I just have to find it. In the meantime, I’m not really able to DO anything. The internet help desk guy came in, and discovered that my user ID had been deleted from the system since I had not been here for a year. So they have to redo it. He ran off saying he had to print something. I presume he has what he needs. I sure hope so, b/c this being locked off the internet sucks.
Casey took me to lunch. We ate the fast food court that’s not too far from here. It has 4 stores: a bakery, a pizza inn, a burger king wannabe called Steers, and a spicy chicken place. I got a pizza, and three “Mr Juicy”. It’s kind of like Hi-C or Capri Sun. I was a lot thirstier than I realized. Casey took me to the grocery so that I could buy some water. I got 6 liters, which should get me through midweek. I also had to buy a toothbrush ($224,000 Zim) b/c dummy me ran off without packing the charger to my toothbrush, so it will die in a day or so. I can’t go a week without brushing my teeth. Luckily, they had some good old Oral B US toothbrushes that will do.
The late spring weather here is just as you’d expect: HOT. Actually, Atlanta about about this temperature last week when we had 80F weather. But in Atlanta, I have air-conditioning. Here, I don’t…at least when I’m not in the Meikles. So I’m nice and grimy by the end of the day, and I just feel gross. I hate being hot! I’m not a crazy fan of winter weather, but you can survive winter weather…this having to dress up with a coat and tie for work when it’s 80F and no air-conditioning sucks. I don’t even have a fan to circulate air.
Whine, whine, bitch, moan, complain. I know it seems that is all I do when I come to Africa. There are plenty of beautiful and interesting things in Africa. Where it not for the financial problems of Zimbabwe and its dictatorial, semi-communist government, this would be a fine place to live. Even Ethiopia was breathtakingly beautiful from the province I was assigned to monitor. Africa, however, is very far behind the rest of the world in development, and reminders of this are never far away. It’s probably good that you can’t help but see the suffering no matter where you go, b/c you shouldn’t forget it. It would do the US all sorts of good if the middle class and wealthy could not escape from the harsh realities of poverty. You can structure your life so that you rarely if ever see the worst that poverty has to offer. Here, when over 80% of the nation lives below the Zimbabwean poverty line, you can’t escape it.
I understand the allure of Foreign Service. When you are from the USA, you will be well paid in US dollars to work in less than ideal conditions. You get your housing and utilities paid for, as well as other rights that accrue as you stay overseas. To accept an overseas post, I would basically have to back into the closet, something I am not willing to do. I worked too long and too hard to “come out” to willingly go back into the closet, rebuild the door, and shut myself in. There are plenty of people who have done that. In the State Dept, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal if you’re gay. They will even move your partner over with you, although finding them a job could be difficult. Still, in most places that CDC works, being gay is illegal. You can be put into jail and/or expelled from the country if the “wrong” people found out. I’m not sure how others reconcile that. I know one guy with CDC who is stationed in Nigeria has a hankering for African men, which is good since he’s been in Africa for about 6 years and would like another African post. He basically meets closeted gay Africans, seduces them, and has a string of fuck buddies. It seems awfully dangerous considering the prevalence of highly virulent HIV in Africa. Even if this guy’s a top (which would surprise me), he has played Russian roulette for quite some time. Of course, that’s assuming he hasn’t caught HIV. I’m not sure that he could pass the State Dept health examination if he was HIV+. Other people, like the guy I know stationed in Egypt who is of Palestinian descent, just goes into the closet. Locks his door tightly, and waits for trips to foreign lands or the US to “play”. I can’t imagine a more lonely existence. I know we all make choices in life, but to consign myself to a life alone consciously because of a job doesn’t make sense to me. Others like the Nigeria assignee, are more open about whom they “date”, but even if you fall in love and set up housekeeping with someone while overseas, you’re SOL when it comes time to return to the USA thanks to our immigration laws. So no matter what you do, it always ends in heartache, and you being alone.
There is one other alternative. If I had someone who wanted to go on this international “adventure” with me, knowing that finding jobs would be difficult, then I’d consider it. Already having a spouse seems to be the secret of surviving. Lord knows in the places where I’d have to work, there’d NEVER be any worry of straying But while I’m still single, taking a job overseas is a non-starter for me. Plus, taking a job overseas means I’d be disconnected from one of my true loves: politics. I’d always vote, of course, but not being involved in the “good fight” would be disheartening.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Last night, I had to cram into a bus to get back to the Meikles. It was OK, except for the lack of deodorant among the other passengers. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I ran to my room, stripped off and put on my trunks, and went to the pool. The water was kind of cold, but it felt SO good. By the end of the day, I had felt so grimy and disgusting. After a little swim, I went back to my room, dressed, and went down to the lounge for a snack. I had this filet salad which was pretty good. I know I shouldn’t eat salad, but I did. I’ll probably end up with a parasite or two from this trip, but in Africa, what else is new? I also had tea. Then I went upstairs for a cocktail before having dinner. It was another $1 Million Zim dinner, but it was good. I had salmon, but was kind of dry and tough, but overall not bad. I read a book the whole time, which was nice. I’m sure others either think me rude or weird, but I don’t care. When I left the dining room, I passed by an apparent karaoke night where someone was singing John Denver’s “Country Roads”. They played that at the Marine Ball too, to great fanfare. I don’t know what it is about John Denver that is so popular here!
I slept pretty well last night, although I keep having weird dreams. The WHO truck that picked me up yesterday arrived again at 7:30pm. I discovered that to get home, I really should meet the vans at 4:45pm to get back to the Meikles. Otherwise, I have to make special arrangements. Fine by me. Especially if they don’t get me internet access SOON here. Yinka is bringing me last year’s report that I worked on, since I don’t have a copy. So maybe I’ll be able to get something done. Who knows? I hope it’s an electronic copy that I can just update. If I have to start from scratch, I’ll rebel. I’ll make Julie do it
I had my security briefing at the embassy today. Pretty much the same information that I’ve received in my previous trips. Turns out that while the Marines aren’t all that attractive this year, the embassy guys are HOT. The security officer who briefed me and two others was drop dead gorgeous. It was almost distracting. I wish I had seen him at the Marine Ball! He probably was there, but I don’t remember seeing him. Of course, after the Marine disappointment, I wasn’t really looking anymore. The embassy medical guy is also quite attractive. Either one could visit me in the Meikles anytime! LOL
I finally got the items that I needed to start my project. Luckily, Yinka had the documents we produced last year on disk, so I’m now just updating. It’s going a lot smoother than last year, but then again, I remember some of the lessons I learned. Lessons like, “Just because something says it’s for ‘ops cost’ doesn’t mean you should PUT it under ‘Ops Cost’.” Basically, it’s a way to make overhead look smaller than it might be in reality. Overhead is a tricky thing anyway. WHO takes 13% of any grant it gets as “overhead” which pays for secretaries, travel, communications, logistics, etc. These things don’t always touch an immunization day, but they are necessary to carry those days out. By US government standards, though, WHO still uses a lot of overhead. Poor Bush would swoon if he understood the numbers.
Discussed career options with Yinka and Casey today. It’s kind of a wait and see pattern. This is another reason I don’t want an overseas post. Once you no longer “fit” into the scheme of things, you are either forced into a bad situation or you have to return to the US and look for another job. Granted, GID will keep you employed while you look, but it’s kind of a shabby way to treat someone who’s given you some of the best years of their lives. We just don’t have the FTEs to welcome back field people to Atlanta-based positions with open arms.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Today, I finally got internet connectivity! They’ve totally revamped the system here, so there are more checks before you can log on. What a pain. The good side is that without any distractions, I’ve been able to finish a lot of my work, so I’ll have more time to be “leisurely” than I might have otherwise. Today was uneventful, until we had this mandatory security briefing for all WHO employees. Since I’m a consultant, I had to go too, and Yinka drove me over.
The WHO-Zimbabwe office is in this hospital complex that is quite nasty looking. They have this coal plant on the premises, that I can only imagine is used for power in the hospital. The morgue was right next to that, which is a juxtaposition I found disturbing, almost like a concentration camp. I can tell you one thing, if I was in Zimbabwe and got seriously ill, you wouldn’t find me in one of these hospitals. I’m not even sure they’re that sanitary. We passed by the “nuclear medicine” department on the way to this meeting, and I remarked that if I had cancer, I’d be demanding that CDC bring me home for treatment. No way would I rely on African medicine and hospitals with my life on the line.
The meeting on security was a waste of time. We all thought there was going to be special information shared about the upcoming elections, but they barely touched on that. The security officer for WHO-Zimbabwe has no public speaking skills, and apparently had no real plan for this “training”. He was also missing one of his front teeth, which I found terribly distracting. It is hard to take someone seriously when they present themselves like that. He started talking randomly about various topics, on of which was a “warden system” which is something to do with UN residential security. Turns out the wardens haven’t been doing their jobs, and this guy was stunned when the crowd turned on him over this issue. Other things came up, like access to the UN doctor and clinic. The funniest thing was seeing it turn into a virtual free-for-all with the security guy calling out the management people and other departments. I’ve never seen people be so insulting to each other at a management level in an open meeting like this before. One lady was hilarious when she said, “Since your meeting with the wardens is next week, perhaps you will remember what you have promised here, since it should still be fresh in your mind.” There was no “sister roll” or snaps, but the intent was certainly there Once that worthless meeting was over, I was able to get a couple of things done before heading back to the hotel. I had a “traditional tea” for my dinner, and then went back to room to watch movies before going to bed.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Adventure in Ethiopia
NOTE: The last few days of my trip to Ethiopia have emails as journal entries, as I tended to say what I wanted, and was too tired to write it again in a journal later in the evening.
Friday, May 27, 2005
NO MORE POOP HUTS!!! At least I hope there are no more poop huts in my future. Today, we
finished the last of the "rapid convenience" surveys. Sorry about not
writing yesterday, I was too exhausted from being dragged out of bed at
5:30am for my 6am departure. I was home by 3:30pm (so we did get done
sooner) and I went straight to bed after a shower (hot water seems available
every other day). I did take the suggestion of one of you by taking my
headphones and CDs for the drive. That Ethiopian pop star on endless replay
was driving me nuts. It really helped my mood to listen to music I actually
liked while staring out the window at the countryside.
I did visit Hell's Post yesterday, according to my counterpart. It took
about 3 hours to get there, and the way was "paved" with large rocks,
meaning my chiropractor will have some work to do when I return :)
Seriously, it was like being in the middle of massive earthquake for 3
hours. I took pictures of "Hell" and it was pretty desolate and isolated.
But get this...out of all the places we visited, they were the only ones who
did things 100% correctly. Go figure.
After sleeping about 13 hours, I awoke at 5:30am this morning in a slightly
better mood. At least I wasn't half dead from exhaustion. I had another
lovely egg sandwich breakfast (and if anyone gets smart when I return and
offers me one, I won't be responsible for my response!!!) with Coke. I've
been refusing offers to "try" things the last couple of days b/c I keep
trying to get diarrhea. Thank God for the immodium pills CDC gave me...a
couple of those a day blasts that notion :) Still, don't want to take
chances. Seeing how little I get to eat here, I will not be pleased if I
haven't lost weight by the time I get home. I didn't even eat dinner last
night. I probably won't tonight either, b/c that would mean going back out.
The Rodeo Restaurant where I have eaten every meal is good (except for a
couple of breakfasts in Hayk....think gorgeous lake, and an old monestary
from the 1100s...along with poop shacks) but they selection is sparse.
I am not sure what it was today that set off my driver and counterpart, but
they were striking out (literally) at kids who surrounded us. A few
teenagers were trying to talk to me at one stop, and I told them I only
spoke English and French. My driver said something to them to make them go
away, but as they did, one said "Fuck you!" to him. He jumped out of the
car (we were stopped, of course) and chased them down the street, finally
hurling rocks at them as they escaped into a field.
Then in our final two visits, we were again beseiged by children. I did
find out that "You! You!" is the Ethiopian way of trying to get your
attention, kind of like "Hey!" or "Excuse me!" but it just sounds rude in
English. The cries of "Money! Money!" have died down, but still occur.
It's still annoying, but has lost its effectiveness as being rude. Anyway,
as the children surrounded us as we went house to house, the escort from the
kebele ("local district") smacked at least three of them on the ear as he
told them to get lost. Now, all week, they have at times told the kids to
get lost, mostly b/c it kind of makes the mom at the house we are at feel
like she's in trouble. But no one batted an eye when the escort did this,
and some even laughed. One kid came up to beg and he was grabbed by wrist
and yanked to the side and scolded fiercely by the escort. Kid ended up
crying before it was over. At the last house we went to, my counterpart
joined the "fun" and smacked in a kid in the head when he didn't go away
when told. After that, the kids gave wide berth. But I smilled and waved
whenever I could. A few kids at the last village said "Hellq!" to me which
was cute, so I said hello back. The last house at this village had a 1 yr
old that had been vaccinated, and while every child before this was eager to
stare at us and show us where the polio were put (mouth), this kid screamed
like we were there to take him away and murder his family. Very odd.
That last village was one extra than we were supposed to do, and I was not
pleased. I know that's shocking, considering how much I have adored being
in the field, mud, and amongst the legions of flies (I got covered again
today...I should have brought cans of RAID with me!) and poop huts.
Luckily, that was the only "extra" one we did, so I got over it quickly.
Plus, seeing my counterpart melt down and start hitting older kids was
almost worth the extra visit :)
I also forgot my sunscreen this morning, so my right arm is FRIED. It
should be quite a sight by time I reach Atlanta on Thursday. Speaking of
which, I get to leave Dessie on Sunday! That means I'll be back in Addis
(hopefully in a real hotel again) on Monday afternoon. I hope to get some
laundry done, b/c I'm out of clothes. I've been reduced to recycling
underwear. I know, I'm shocked and ashamed too. I was not raised to wear
dirty clothes, and I've had to resort to wearing pants for 3 days and shirts
for 2. Silly me thought there would be laundry arrangements like I had in
Zimbabwe. Boy, was I wrong. I guess I could find a creek or something, but
that's silly. My sink in the bathroom of my hotel room doesn't even have a
stopper, so that's out! I'm quite perterbed as I hate being dirty. At
least I'm not smelly. :)
You may or may not get an update from me tomorrow. If you don't, then
you'll next hear from me Monday in Addis, as I won't have email access on
the way back to Addis. Thanks for putting up with my gripes and reading
about my adventure in the wilds of Ethiopia. Talk soon :)
Saturday, May 28, 2005 - Sunday, May 29, 2005
Who knew there'd be a reward at the end!?!? Woooooooooooooooo, chil'rens!!!!
I am back in civilization at the Sheraton Addis Ababa, rm 442, which is on
the executive floor. It's also the top hotel in the country and the top of
the Sheraton line. They have restaurants with European, American, and Asian
cuisine...they have a shopping mall (small), laundry service (which I needed
badly), and a full service bathroom. I get to take a REAL bath tonight!!!!
Not just fill empty water bottles with a mix of hot and cold and make do. I
have services, cable from all over, pools, saunas, jacuzzis (of course, I
didn't bring a bathing suit....damn!). I've called Will and checked in, so
I will just luxuriate until I am called to send my report. Actually, I may
just sent it from here...that's an idea :) Maybe I won't have to go in at
all and just relax here for three days. Of course, that won't happen, as
the WHO polio guy will want us to make a personal appearance to give our
report. Such is life. They know where I am...if they want me, they can
find me.
Can you tell I'm excited? :) I've taken pictures of the room, and the
website of the hotel is at:
http://www.starwoodhotels.com/luxury/search/hotel_detail.html?propertyID=149
Yesterday, I didn't do much. I slept in for one, and then got up and went
about writing my report. That wasn't too difficult, and I was just being
lazy when my driver came knocking on my door. Apparently, Dr. Teklay wanted
to have lunch with me. I went with him, and then he wanted to show me the
city. Not much to show. I did get to see the ruins of an old palace, which
was cool and overlooked the city. We then had coffee and I was on the
internet trying to secure a room in Addis tonight and respond to email. The
internet connection really sucked, so I just made do until I finished what I
was required to finish and then went to dinner with Dr. Ibriham, who is the
surveillance guy in Dessie. We had a nice dinner (at that same restaurant I
ate all my meals at) and I was taken back to the hotel. I packed, watched
another movie on my computer DVD drive, and went to sleep.
Got up at 5:30am, happily this time, and finished packing in time to leave
by 6am. Amazing how getting back to civilization perked me right up. We
got here about 3pm, and I checked in. I ended up an on executive floor,
which is awesome :) It will go over my allowed per diem for rooms, but you
know what? Screw it. I'm worth it, and I will cover the rest as an early
treat to myself. I wish I could find a bathing suit; maybe the mall has
one. I've not really checked it out yet.
I have discovered that not everyone lives in poop huts in Ethiopia, just
about 95% of the people. There are "real" houses (according to my American
standards, of course) once you get into the capital, but you'd be amazed at
the poverty even here. Most Ethiopians live in what we would consider
squalor. It's really sad.
The hotel is right across the street from the old Emperor's palace, which I
think now houses the president. One of my group is also here, and we'll
have dinner tonight. Gosh, I hope I don't have to spend much time at the
WHO offices. :)
Ok, I'm babbling now, so I'll let you go. Only a few more days until I come
home!
Monday, May 29, 2005 - Memorial Day Off After all!
I had a marvelous day....almost enough to erase the memories of the
hellacious past week in the field. After a leisurely morning, sauntered
down to the pool. Remember, I have no bathing suit with me, but I do have
some athletic shorts. They worked just fine :) A little heavy, being 100%
cotton, but oh well. The day was gorgeous. I laid out for almost 5 hours.
I know, I know...I'm about 6 degrees north of the EQUATOR, and I'm also
about 8000 ft in the air...and it's windy. But I lathered on some 30 SPF
sunscreen (usually don't put on anything stronger than 4 at home) and took
my book (Anne Rice's Blood and Gold) out to the lawn chairs. My tan will be
a little more even now, although my right forearm is still VERY much darker
than the rest of me. At least I will have some color for my birthday next
Sunday :)
Let me tell you, this hotel is NOT Africa. Anyone who comes here and thinks
this represents Africa is kidding themselves. Granted, this is the finest
resort hotel in Africa, according to what I've been told by people who
should know. You should see the walls they constructed to blow the view of
the guests at the pool of neighboring slums. HUGE walls with paintings of
mountains and sky....it's very clever. The pool is magnificent, heated with
thermal spring water and rotated/cleaned 5x daily. The lounging area is
high quality with cushioned wooden deck chairs on a plush lawn. They also
serve you food out there, so you can guess where I had my lunch :)
Anyway, as you'd expect, the honkeys in the building came out to sunbathe.
Mostly it was old women though, along with some old men....in speedos. NOT
a pretty sight. After reading my book and swimming, I went to the locker
room. Now, this locker room....can you say "bath house"?!?!? I swear to God
it was an exactly replica on the inside of a hot tub room from those Turkish
bath houses you see in books. It was kind of funny. But that was the
resting area of fat, old African men (again, in speedos, God help us all).
Still, I like a good hot tub, so I relaxed in there a while before coming up
for my evening drink in the executive lounge. Now I'm here at the
computer....no messages from WHO or my contact there, so I presume my
vacation continues until I am summoned. :)
Dinner doesn't start around here until at least 7pm, so I'll have some time
to decide what I want to do this evening. Probably stay in my luxury room
:)
I do have some observations on my Ethiopia experience to ruminate on....
* Men holding hands on the street. STILL kills me every time I see two men
walking down the street hand in hand and/or arm in arm like they are a pair
of lovers. Yet I know that this is just a sign of "good friendship" here.
As I've mentioned...VERY homophobic society, but yet you see men carry on
like this. Must be the heat or something, but it made me think of Bush
holding hands with the Saudi prince :) It's extremely intimate, and being
American, my first instinct is to run up to them and say, "Are you crazy?
Do you want to be killed? This isn't Midtown! (or Dupont Circle or San
Francisco)" Guess that's a commentary more on American society, huh? It
would be nice if we could do the same in the states, but if Ethiopians
thought it meant what Americans do, they wouldn't do it either :( Oh, and
one day, I say two men CUDDLING on a crate by a street corner. There's no
other word for it. One guy sitting behind, with his arms around the guy in
front of him who's sitting between his legs. The guy in front, leaning on
the guy in back and holding his arms as well. Very interesting.
* Chat plant. Drug of choice here, and perfectly legal. It's been used for
CENTURIES to produce euphoria. The Muslims first used it widely b/c it
allowed them to pray longer without ceasings. First, you get this sense of
well being and euphoria. Then you follow that with intense intellectual
activity, which is why artists often chew this plant's leaves. You have all
these grandiose schemes and ideas that inspire you. Then you become horny.
This is followed by a "crash" where you get really depressed (sounds like
some club drugs in Atlanta) and have side effects like impotence. All this
is cured by chewing more leaves of the "chat" plant. People in the
countryside eat this stuff like there's no tomorrow, and it probably helps
keep them in poverty. Even children as young as age 1 chew it. I saw that
with my very eyes several times. I was offered some "chat", but I declined.
I'm almost surprised that the club scene in the US hasn't discovered this
plant. No one's outlawed it as of yet.
Those were the biggies I wanted to mention. I'm sure there will be others
that will come to me later. I hope you all had a great holiday weekend!
Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - All Done
Today we had to go to the UN Compound to have our "debriefing" with the WHO
staff and a member of the Ministry of Health of Ethiopia. It wasn't too
bad, and actually went well. Will Schluter helped me tone down my report to
be more submissive and to remove any "judgement laced" wordings.
Apparently, Africans are a sensitive lot. But it saved me from getting in
trouble.
I got to spend the afternoon at the pool again, which was great :) It's
absolutely gorgeous here. I will be sure to take pictures. I will
definitely look like I've been to Africa when I return, which was my goal
when I got here to the Sheraton. We've finished our final report, and I
have totally disengaged mentally from my mission here. I'm ready to go
home. Not sure what I will do tomorrow while waiting to take off at 11pm.
I think I'll stick around the hotel, but I have to be out of my room by 1pm.
We'll see...I'm sure it won't be a problem :)
I look forward coming back home to the civilization I know and love.
Friday, May 27, 2005
NO MORE POOP HUTS!!! At least I hope there are no more poop huts in my future. Today, we
finished the last of the "rapid convenience" surveys. Sorry about not
writing yesterday, I was too exhausted from being dragged out of bed at
5:30am for my 6am departure. I was home by 3:30pm (so we did get done
sooner) and I went straight to bed after a shower (hot water seems available
every other day). I did take the suggestion of one of you by taking my
headphones and CDs for the drive. That Ethiopian pop star on endless replay
was driving me nuts. It really helped my mood to listen to music I actually
liked while staring out the window at the countryside.
I did visit Hell's Post yesterday, according to my counterpart. It took
about 3 hours to get there, and the way was "paved" with large rocks,
meaning my chiropractor will have some work to do when I return :)
Seriously, it was like being in the middle of massive earthquake for 3
hours. I took pictures of "Hell" and it was pretty desolate and isolated.
But get this...out of all the places we visited, they were the only ones who
did things 100% correctly. Go figure.
After sleeping about 13 hours, I awoke at 5:30am this morning in a slightly
better mood. At least I wasn't half dead from exhaustion. I had another
lovely egg sandwich breakfast (and if anyone gets smart when I return and
offers me one, I won't be responsible for my response!!!) with Coke. I've
been refusing offers to "try" things the last couple of days b/c I keep
trying to get diarrhea. Thank God for the immodium pills CDC gave me...a
couple of those a day blasts that notion :) Still, don't want to take
chances. Seeing how little I get to eat here, I will not be pleased if I
haven't lost weight by the time I get home. I didn't even eat dinner last
night. I probably won't tonight either, b/c that would mean going back out.
The Rodeo Restaurant where I have eaten every meal is good (except for a
couple of breakfasts in Hayk....think gorgeous lake, and an old monestary
from the 1100s...along with poop shacks) but they selection is sparse.
I am not sure what it was today that set off my driver and counterpart, but
they were striking out (literally) at kids who surrounded us. A few
teenagers were trying to talk to me at one stop, and I told them I only
spoke English and French. My driver said something to them to make them go
away, but as they did, one said "Fuck you!" to him. He jumped out of the
car (we were stopped, of course) and chased them down the street, finally
hurling rocks at them as they escaped into a field.
Then in our final two visits, we were again beseiged by children. I did
find out that "You! You!" is the Ethiopian way of trying to get your
attention, kind of like "Hey!" or "Excuse me!" but it just sounds rude in
English. The cries of "Money! Money!" have died down, but still occur.
It's still annoying, but has lost its effectiveness as being rude. Anyway,
as the children surrounded us as we went house to house, the escort from the
kebele ("local district") smacked at least three of them on the ear as he
told them to get lost. Now, all week, they have at times told the kids to
get lost, mostly b/c it kind of makes the mom at the house we are at feel
like she's in trouble. But no one batted an eye when the escort did this,
and some even laughed. One kid came up to beg and he was grabbed by wrist
and yanked to the side and scolded fiercely by the escort. Kid ended up
crying before it was over. At the last house we went to, my counterpart
joined the "fun" and smacked in a kid in the head when he didn't go away
when told. After that, the kids gave wide berth. But I smilled and waved
whenever I could. A few kids at the last village said "Hellq!" to me which
was cute, so I said hello back. The last house at this village had a 1 yr
old that had been vaccinated, and while every child before this was eager to
stare at us and show us where the polio were put (mouth), this kid screamed
like we were there to take him away and murder his family. Very odd.
That last village was one extra than we were supposed to do, and I was not
pleased. I know that's shocking, considering how much I have adored being
in the field, mud, and amongst the legions of flies (I got covered again
today...I should have brought cans of RAID with me!) and poop huts.
Luckily, that was the only "extra" one we did, so I got over it quickly.
Plus, seeing my counterpart melt down and start hitting older kids was
almost worth the extra visit :)
I also forgot my sunscreen this morning, so my right arm is FRIED. It
should be quite a sight by time I reach Atlanta on Thursday. Speaking of
which, I get to leave Dessie on Sunday! That means I'll be back in Addis
(hopefully in a real hotel again) on Monday afternoon. I hope to get some
laundry done, b/c I'm out of clothes. I've been reduced to recycling
underwear. I know, I'm shocked and ashamed too. I was not raised to wear
dirty clothes, and I've had to resort to wearing pants for 3 days and shirts
for 2. Silly me thought there would be laundry arrangements like I had in
Zimbabwe. Boy, was I wrong. I guess I could find a creek or something, but
that's silly. My sink in the bathroom of my hotel room doesn't even have a
stopper, so that's out! I'm quite perterbed as I hate being dirty. At
least I'm not smelly. :)
You may or may not get an update from me tomorrow. If you don't, then
you'll next hear from me Monday in Addis, as I won't have email access on
the way back to Addis. Thanks for putting up with my gripes and reading
about my adventure in the wilds of Ethiopia. Talk soon :)
Saturday, May 28, 2005 - Sunday, May 29, 2005
Who knew there'd be a reward at the end!?!? Woooooooooooooooo, chil'rens!!!!
I am back in civilization at the Sheraton Addis Ababa, rm 442, which is on
the executive floor. It's also the top hotel in the country and the top of
the Sheraton line. They have restaurants with European, American, and Asian
cuisine...they have a shopping mall (small), laundry service (which I needed
badly), and a full service bathroom. I get to take a REAL bath tonight!!!!
Not just fill empty water bottles with a mix of hot and cold and make do. I
have services, cable from all over, pools, saunas, jacuzzis (of course, I
didn't bring a bathing suit....damn!). I've called Will and checked in, so
I will just luxuriate until I am called to send my report. Actually, I may
just sent it from here...that's an idea :) Maybe I won't have to go in at
all and just relax here for three days. Of course, that won't happen, as
the WHO polio guy will want us to make a personal appearance to give our
report. Such is life. They know where I am...if they want me, they can
find me.
Can you tell I'm excited? :) I've taken pictures of the room, and the
website of the hotel is at:
http://www.starwoodhotels.com/luxury/se
Yesterday, I didn't do much. I slept in for one, and then got up and went
about writing my report. That wasn't too difficult, and I was just being
lazy when my driver came knocking on my door. Apparently, Dr. Teklay wanted
to have lunch with me. I went with him, and then he wanted to show me the
city. Not much to show. I did get to see the ruins of an old palace, which
was cool and overlooked the city. We then had coffee and I was on the
internet trying to secure a room in Addis tonight and respond to email. The
internet connection really sucked, so I just made do until I finished what I
was required to finish and then went to dinner with Dr. Ibriham, who is the
surveillance guy in Dessie. We had a nice dinner (at that same restaurant I
ate all my meals at) and I was taken back to the hotel. I packed, watched
another movie on my computer DVD drive, and went to sleep.
Got up at 5:30am, happily this time, and finished packing in time to leave
by 6am. Amazing how getting back to civilization perked me right up. We
got here about 3pm, and I checked in. I ended up an on executive floor,
which is awesome :) It will go over my allowed per diem for rooms, but you
know what? Screw it. I'm worth it, and I will cover the rest as an early
treat to myself. I wish I could find a bathing suit; maybe the mall has
one. I've not really checked it out yet.
I have discovered that not everyone lives in poop huts in Ethiopia, just
about 95% of the people. There are "real" houses (according to my American
standards, of course) once you get into the capital, but you'd be amazed at
the poverty even here. Most Ethiopians live in what we would consider
squalor. It's really sad.
The hotel is right across the street from the old Emperor's palace, which I
think now houses the president. One of my group is also here, and we'll
have dinner tonight. Gosh, I hope I don't have to spend much time at the
WHO offices. :)
Ok, I'm babbling now, so I'll let you go. Only a few more days until I come
home!
Monday, May 29, 2005 - Memorial Day Off After all!
I had a marvelous day....almost enough to erase the memories of the
hellacious past week in the field. After a leisurely morning, sauntered
down to the pool. Remember, I have no bathing suit with me, but I do have
some athletic shorts. They worked just fine :) A little heavy, being 100%
cotton, but oh well. The day was gorgeous. I laid out for almost 5 hours.
I know, I know...I'm about 6 degrees north of the EQUATOR, and I'm also
about 8000 ft in the air...and it's windy. But I lathered on some 30 SPF
sunscreen (usually don't put on anything stronger than 4 at home) and took
my book (Anne Rice's Blood and Gold) out to the lawn chairs. My tan will be
a little more even now, although my right forearm is still VERY much darker
than the rest of me. At least I will have some color for my birthday next
Sunday :)
Let me tell you, this hotel is NOT Africa. Anyone who comes here and thinks
this represents Africa is kidding themselves. Granted, this is the finest
resort hotel in Africa, according to what I've been told by people who
should know. You should see the walls they constructed to blow the view of
the guests at the pool of neighboring slums. HUGE walls with paintings of
mountains and sky....it's very clever. The pool is magnificent, heated with
thermal spring water and rotated/cleaned 5x daily. The lounging area is
high quality with cushioned wooden deck chairs on a plush lawn. They also
serve you food out there, so you can guess where I had my lunch :)
Anyway, as you'd expect, the honkeys in the building came out to sunbathe.
Mostly it was old women though, along with some old men....in speedos. NOT
a pretty sight. After reading my book and swimming, I went to the locker
room. Now, this locker room....can you say "bath house"?!?!? I swear to God
it was an exactly replica on the inside of a hot tub room from those Turkish
bath houses you see in books. It was kind of funny. But that was the
resting area of fat, old African men (again, in speedos, God help us all).
Still, I like a good hot tub, so I relaxed in there a while before coming up
for my evening drink in the executive lounge. Now I'm here at the
computer....no messages from WHO or my contact there, so I presume my
vacation continues until I am summoned. :)
Dinner doesn't start around here until at least 7pm, so I'll have some time
to decide what I want to do this evening. Probably stay in my luxury room
:)
I do have some observations on my Ethiopia experience to ruminate on....
* Men holding hands on the street. STILL kills me every time I see two men
walking down the street hand in hand and/or arm in arm like they are a pair
of lovers. Yet I know that this is just a sign of "good friendship" here.
As I've mentioned...VERY homophobic society, but yet you see men carry on
like this. Must be the heat or something, but it made me think of Bush
holding hands with the Saudi prince :) It's extremely intimate, and being
American, my first instinct is to run up to them and say, "Are you crazy?
Do you want to be killed? This isn't Midtown! (or Dupont Circle or San
Francisco)" Guess that's a commentary more on American society, huh? It
would be nice if we could do the same in the states, but if Ethiopians
thought it meant what Americans do, they wouldn't do it either :( Oh, and
one day, I say two men CUDDLING on a crate by a street corner. There's no
other word for it. One guy sitting behind, with his arms around the guy in
front of him who's sitting between his legs. The guy in front, leaning on
the guy in back and holding his arms as well. Very interesting.
* Chat plant. Drug of choice here, and perfectly legal. It's been used for
CENTURIES to produce euphoria. The Muslims first used it widely b/c it
allowed them to pray longer without ceasings. First, you get this sense of
well being and euphoria. Then you follow that with intense intellectual
activity, which is why artists often chew this plant's leaves. You have all
these grandiose schemes and ideas that inspire you. Then you become horny.
This is followed by a "crash" where you get really depressed (sounds like
some club drugs in Atlanta) and have side effects like impotence. All this
is cured by chewing more leaves of the "chat" plant. People in the
countryside eat this stuff like there's no tomorrow, and it probably helps
keep them in poverty. Even children as young as age 1 chew it. I saw that
with my very eyes several times. I was offered some "chat", but I declined.
I'm almost surprised that the club scene in the US hasn't discovered this
plant. No one's outlawed it as of yet.
Those were the biggies I wanted to mention. I'm sure there will be others
that will come to me later. I hope you all had a great holiday weekend!
Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - All Done
Today we had to go to the UN Compound to have our "debriefing" with the WHO
staff and a member of the Ministry of Health of Ethiopia. It wasn't too
bad, and actually went well. Will Schluter helped me tone down my report to
be more submissive and to remove any "judgement laced" wordings.
Apparently, Africans are a sensitive lot. But it saved me from getting in
trouble.
I got to spend the afternoon at the pool again, which was great :) It's
absolutely gorgeous here. I will be sure to take pictures. I will
definitely look like I've been to Africa when I return, which was my goal
when I got here to the Sheraton. We've finished our final report, and I
have totally disengaged mentally from my mission here. I'm ready to go
home. Not sure what I will do tomorrow while waiting to take off at 11pm.
I think I'll stick around the hotel, but I have to be out of my room by 1pm.
We'll see...I'm sure it won't be a problem :)
I look forward coming back home to the civilization I know and love.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Adventure in Ethiopia
Sorry that this is late....as in, I was in Ethiopia in May 2005, and now I'm just getting around to posting about it 6 months later, although I'm backdating so things will make sense chronolgically. Even this entry will not be complete until I find my emails from the later part of the trip which will serve as my "journal" entries for those days. Thanks for the patience :)
Saturday, May 21, 2005
My trip to Ethiopia was relatively uneventful. The flight to Frankfurt from Atlanta was packed, and I was stuck in the middle of a four-person aisle. Not too happy about that, but amazingly, I was able to sleep some. The neck pillow really helped too, b/c I wasn’t stiff or anything. I also didn’t need to get up as much as I usually do when going to Joburg from Atlanta. Of course, we didn’t have our own individual entertainment choices either like on South African Air. Lufthansa makes everyone in cattle car class watch the same thing. The food wasn’t half bad, which was a pleasant surprise.
The layover in Frankfurt sucked. After I had hopped on an internet kiosk to let everyone know that I was OK, there was nothing to do. The keyboard on the kiosk was odd, too. It wasn’t your traditional American keyboard, and the letters were not where I’m used to having them, so I had to hunt/peck. At least I was able to contact home, though, which was nice. There was a wifi zone in the airport, but it had been so long since I used the laptop from work that I couldn’t do anything due to low battery power. I mostly read my magazines that I brought and had a nice chef salad at one of the restaurants before it was time for me to get on the flight to Addis Ababa.
Traveling with Tove made it much easier. At least I knew someone on the flight, and a friend of hers who works in GAP was coming to Addis as well for an AIDS conference. The other CDC people found us, and we all got introduced. Two of our team were STOPpers from Ethiopia last summer, and another guy is in a different division. I am not sure if he is a STOP alum or not. I was definitely the green horn of the group. Even Tove spent two months here in the winter doing a research project in the field.
The flight to Addis was comfortable, especially since the plane was not full. A guy who was seated next to me moved when we took off to give us more room. That was a Godsend as I was able to somewhat stretch out and snooze most of the way. My first view of Addis from the air was nice…I didn’t realize what a large city it was. Certainly more cosmopolitan looking than Harare. When we landed, there was a big line for immigration, but I had no problems.
Will Schluter was there to greet us, which was nice. In the parking lot, he finally gave us our orders. We were to spend one night in Addis at the Hilton and then immediately head to the field. Each of us was going to a totally different part of the country. This is very much an independent worker sort of assignment. Of course, I managed to keep my full blown fear down about having never monitored anything before. Let alone being sent into the field by myself and expected to perform. The thought that came to mind was “sink or swim” and I’ll be damned if I’ll be sent to Africa and fail miserably. I may not be stellar, but I can at least do a decent job so that people don’t talk bad about me. Anyway, I’m being sent to this place called Dessie, which used to be a provincial capital when Ethiopia was a monarchy. It’s north of Addis, and while it doesn’t look far on the map, it takes about 10 hours to drive there. There is no flight service.
The Hilton was nice, although there was no air conditioning. I had to open the patio to get some cooler air in. It’s really not that hot in Addis right now. It’s about 10 degrees cooler than Atlanta I’d say. I took a nice shower, since I’m not sure when I’ll see another nice shower. I did discover that my Purell hand sanitizer and one of my squeeze bottles of shampoo busted in the suitcase. I was not happy. I did manage to clean it all out, along with a string of curse words
Turns out that no one made a reservation for us upon our return to Addis. We are supposed to be back next Tuesday, the 31st. I’m pretty sure we leave on the 1st, although we were talking like we’d be here through next Thursday night. I know that’s not right though. I’ll have to tell Will so he can plan. I may need to leave Sunday to start back to Addis if we need all this time to prepare our reports. It doesn’t sound like Will needs much from us in a report, just summarizing our findings in the monitoring. They have given us checklists of things to check to make sure the campaign is running smoothly. We also have “rapid convenience surveys” which is meant to show how effective the vaccinators were getting children vaccinated. That is the tough part, b/c you have to go house to house. I’m supposed to have a native Ethiopian to go with me to translate. They better have someone, or I don’t see how I can possibly do the surveys. I don’t speak a lick of Armharic, which is a language similar to Hebrew and Arabic…but different.
Anyway, my contact has traveled with me, so that’s been nice. He speaks English, and he seems like a great guy. He bought me dinner tonight. Granted, dinner was only $5 for both us…including two beers! The hotel room tonight is kind of sketchy, but one of the best in this village of Debre Berhan. It’s called Girma hotel and was in Lonely Planet. It reminds me of an old wild west town where no streets are paved (except the main one) and animals and people are just all over the place.
That’s another funny thing about Ethiopia – all the animals roam freely. Today I have seen cows, horses, donkeys galore (does this mean they’re Democrats at heart? ), goats, and dogs roaming freely. Sometimes they belong to a person, and other times, there does not seem to be an owner. They just graze. And walk in the street, along with people. There are few cars here, and there do not seem to be rules of the road. They do drive on the “right” side of the street, but that’s all. If you don’t like how someone is driving, you just honk and go around. Same with people…you honk, and they either get out of the way, or they don’t. It’s very chaotic in many ways, but it works somehow.
The countryside is beautiful as we head to North Ethiopia. Rolling hills, mountains, and green farmland abound. In many ways it reminds me of Southwest VA, except the soil isn’t nearly as rocky in VA as it is here.
We are leaving at 6am to head to Dessie, which is damn early, but it’s only 8pm now, and we’re in for the night. With only a single light and no TV, I imagine I’ll soon be asleep. I snoozed in the car on the way up here, and took a 2 hour nap this afternoon, but I am still tired. I think it’s the altitude. We’re pretty high up, over a mile at this point. The only other sign of altitude sickness I have is a headache and the inability to sleep good even though I’m tired. At least this hotel has a plug that works…the Hilton did not have that. I was supposed to call Will tonight but I don’t have access to a phone. Oh well. I hope they cavalry doesn’t get called out. I’ll ring him as soon as I reach Dessie and get into my hotel there.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
So much to comment on from today, not from events themselves, but from mere observation of the world around me. First, I keep thinking I’m in Afghanistan for a couple of reasons. The area of Ethiopia that I am in is very mountainous, and the drive from Debre Berhan where we stayed last night reminded me very much of the West Virginia Turnpike as we wove in and out of mountains. There is one difference, however, and that is the absence of guardrails. It’s just an OK road skirting along the edge of a mountain with a drop of several hundred to thousand feet just inches away. But again, the Ethiopians have this etiquette worked out that makes it work without disaster, even with big trucks driving on the roads. There is a lot of construction going on too, especially the laying of pipe. It almost looks like sewer pipes, but I’m not certain about that. It could be an irrigation project as well. I saw camels today too. Never seen a live camel before, and that was neat. It’s another peg in the “Am I in Afghanistan?” motif. The other is the dress of the women and men. It’s very Islamic. The men usually have something on their head that looks like a turban. Women wear dresses with elaborate head scarves that allow them to cover their faces. Add to this the language which sounds and LOOKS like Arabic, and it feels like I’m in Afghanistan at times, especially when you see mosques all around.
It wasn’t until today that I started seeing Mosques. We’d drive through these little villages (the people here still live in mud and stick huts for the most part) and there’d be a mosque in the main town and an Orthodox church on a hill above it. The orthodox churches are quite beautiful the way they are set off on top of hills with metal roofing in the middle eastern style. The mosques are not ornate at all, and most had bars on all the windows. The towns look like rundown old west towns from the USA. Except the buildings are all mud and stick based. I wonder what happens to those structures when the rains come in late June and last for several months. Dogs, cows, horses, camels, donkeys and goats are all roaming free. No one seems to worry about who owns what.
The mountains have been deforested in a major way. I’m not sure how they are dealing with erosion after totally denuding entire mountains of its natural forest. They seem to plant bamboo in its place, but the woods lost seem to be evergreen from the little I could see. There’s a lot of green farmland that doesn’t seem to be in use, but that could be because we are at the end of the dry season. There are no fences or other signs of demarcation that would indicate ownership. I wonder if farmland is collective or not. The riverbeds are almost completely dry, and what little water is present is muddy. I saw women washing clothes and children playing in the muddy waters. It reminded me that is how polio spreads.
Speaking of polio, I haven’t seen anything that could remotely look like advertisements for the coming campaign. It starts tomorrow, but I don’t see any billboards like I have for female education and vaccination of mothers (it was a shot in the picture, so I know it wasn’t polio).
It took forever to get up to Dessie today. We left at 6am sharp, and drove for a couple of hours before stopping for breakfast. I had what can best be described as an egg pancake that they called an omelet. Dr. Tikrey had this dish that is popular among natives but that foreigners generally don’t like. It’s b/c the dish is made of minced organs from animals….heart, liver, intestines,stomach, etc. They eat it with this gray, rubbery bread looking thing that tastes like vinegar. I tried the mixed organ stuff and it wasn’t bad, but I didn’t eat but one bite b/c I’m not sure how safe it is. It was cooked, but you can get some funky stuff if you eat something like that which isn’t cooked properly. Breakfast was my first experience with flies. They were all over the place. The village we ate in was in a valley, so it was hot too. I will definitely remember to apply bug spray from now on. We’re still pretty high up, just out of malaria range I think. I am still taking my doxycycline as a preventative though. Malaria is not a disease I want to catch.
The hotel in Dessie is in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood, but is closed in. I can see why the US Embassy wanted me to stay here The room is comfortable and clean. The bathroom is freshly tiled, and the toilet works. There’s hot water, a TV (with two channels – one being Ethiopia TV and the other being channel 33 from Bahrain which is broadcast in English), and a phone, although I can’t seem to call out. I took a shower tonight and never ran out of water. There was even water pressure, so I’m pleased at this juncture. I didn’t bathe last night b/c the bathroom was kind of nasty, and I’d only ridden in the car. But tonight, the water coming off me in the shower was FILTHY. I didn’t realize you could get so dirty in two days. I shaved as well, so I feel normal again. The bed is still firm, as it was last night. I was half expecting straw beds from what I read before I got here. I still won’t get under the covers for fear of bed bugs. I also have my own pillowcase that I put over the pillow to sleep. I’m also using my new “warm weather” sleeping bad as well. Hotels seem to like to use these sateen covers which is funny. It comes across as tacky, but I know it’s meant as a measure of class. I understand that the Fasika where I am at is considered the best hotel in Dossie. It’s probably slightly less than Motel 6 quality, and it certainly ain’t a Marriot. However, it will do. Things could be much, much worse from the other “hotels” I’ve seen along the road. One strange feature I need to remark on: the unopened bottle of gin oon a tablein my room. How funny. Although alcohol and soda are the only safe things to drink around here.
I went to bed as soon as we got here around 12:30pm. I slept for nearly 5 hours. I needed it though. I think that may have been the last of the jet lag and the altitude sickness. My headaches are less today, and I only had to take Tylenol at the beginning and end of the day.
At 6pm, I met Dr. Ibriham who is the surveillance officer for this area, and will be the one I’m working with the most I think. He seems like a very nice man. He got me to a Telecenter where I was able to make a phone call to Will finally so that I could check in. He mildly scolded me for not calling last night, but I wasn’t going to wait in a 10 person line at the only phone in town last night. But he ran through questions about how the room was, how was the drive and driver, etc. If I can, I may check in with him later in the week when the campaign is in full swing. It may be easier to email him than call him, oddly enough. They should allow us to rent international cell phones when we are on assignment overseas, but as of yet, that’s not something we’re exactly allowed to do. It’s also not easy to rent phones overseas as it is in the USA. Even a prepaid card would be helpful.
I ate at this restaurant called the Rodeo. They had hay scattered on the stairwell, which I found to be really funny. I had rice with egg, which was fine, but kind of plain. I put the special Ethiopian powder that puts a kick in all the food here, and that helped. A little of that stuff goes a long way, let me tell you! After dinner, I went back to the telecenter to get on the internet, which was pretty cheap. Everything around here is pretty cheap. The hotel room last night cost 40 birr, which is about $5. My hotel room now may be about $10 a night. Not sure exactly, but I think I brought too much money with me, so it’s not an issue for me. Better to have too much than too little, I say!
The city of Dessie is an odd city. It really does look like that it has been in a war recently, with buildings bombed out on the upper levels, but not the lower…or one building all hollowed out with the building next to it fine. I can’t make sense of it. The people in the street with the few cares are fun too. They really don’t worry about getting hit at all. Everything is really very dirty, which I don’t like, but have accepted.
This brings to me another observation which I find hugely ironic. Homosexuality is NOT accepted here at all. You can get 10 yrs in prison for being gay, and you will be refused service at a hotel or restaurant if they think you are gay. Given that, however, you still see men strolling down the street holding hands, arms entwined just like they were boyfriends. Apparently, this is normal for good friends in Ethiopia. Men and women will not behave this way, but men will stroll down the street arm in arm, hands entwined. It’s ironic how things work out.
There is a major mosque two blocks from my hotel. When they say Muslims pray 5 times a day, they mean it. And there are huge loud speakers to let you know when you need to pray. It interrupted my nap and is very loud. Of course, I have no idea what was being said, but hopefully they will urge mothers to vaccinate their children. I’m wondering if I’m in an Islamic area of Ethiopia. There is a church somewhere in town too, but it’s not near my hotel.
Monday, May 23, 2005
I had to take a time out before I made this entry. My frustration has grown throughout the day slowly and just about exploded when I couldn’t get any hot water for a shower tonight. Although, for those who have witnessed my explosions when my fuse has burnt to its nub, I was remarkably calm. Maybe I’m growing up now that I’m less than two weeks from turning 30. Anyway, I let out a string of expletives through clinched teeth, and managed to wash my hair and the “essentials” in cold water. I washed the rest with the waterless bathing wipes that I brought from home just in case something like this happened. I don’t know what happened to the hot water that I enjoyed so well yesterday, but it was not cooperating tonight. For those who have read my journal from Zimbabwe, you know that when I can’t get a good shower, I get really cranky. I didn’t want to write an entry with that frame of mind, so I brought out my DVDs (tonight they were showing Eritrea TV instead of Bahrain TV, and Eritrea doesn’t broadcast in English) and watched Elizabeth. I love that movie! Very historical, dramatic, and humanizes a person who is viewed as a distant icon from the past. Now that the movie is over, I’m in a better mood to write an entry.
I was awakened at 4 FREAKING 30 in the MORNING by the call of that damn mosque two blocks away. You’d think Muslims could figure out when they needed to pray. I wasn’t aware that Mohammad apparently set prescribed times for facing Mecca. It was obnoxious. But I rolled over and went back to sleep until I had to get up. At 8am, I was picked up and my driver asked if I wanted breakfast. Considering I only had a power bar, I did, even though it made us 10 minutes late for the regional health office.
They were in a meeting when I got there, which I wasn’t intended to sit in anyway since it was being conducted in Amharic. So I got to sit in Dr. Teklay’s office and read. Thank God I brought plenty of books. I’ve already finished one, and I’m well into my second. But I came prepared. I felt a little bad for my driver since he had nothing to read, and his English isn’t good enough to conduct a real conservation.
Which brings me to the matter of language barriers. I do not know a lick of Amharic, and I don’t even know or understand the written script as they don’t use the alphabet. I got to sit in the meeting with the regional health director who was being briefed on the plans for the campaign. This meeting was also in Amharic, and I understood none of it. Oh, I caught some words, like “polio”, “AFP”, “social mobilization”. The guy who did most of the talking was sitting next to me and had the most foul breath. That was all I could think about, along with hoping I didn’t look as clueless as I felt.
I discovered that I had been assigned three woredas (health districts) north of town which are considered “easy”. Thank goodness for that! Still, I will need to go about 60 km from town each day and come back. I still had no idea what it was they wanted me to do, other than fill out these forms that I had been given. We stopped at the HQ of each woreda and met with the head honcho at each. Well, one was not there when we called, so we’ll have to catch him later. But the first guy, I didn’t catch on that I needed to “evaluate” him until about a minute into the conversation. So I brought out my checklist and asked the questions. Of course, his answers are pretty worthless. Where the rubber hits the road is with the vaccination teams themselves. But I did my thing, hoping I wasn’t coming across as some idiot to the guy who was assigned to go around with me as my counterpart and native speaker.
Not knowing the language makes me feel stupid. I can’t even figure it out from context or by reading it because it’s not a romance language and doesn’t use an alphabet. I was sent here never having monitored a campaign in my life, and I was promptly sent off ALONE to figure it out. I thought I would have someone to show me the ropes, but no such luck. I guess it’s a compliment that they felt I could handle it, but it’s frustrating and scary. I don’t want to embarrass myself or the CDC, but I’m no expert here. I’m running blind.
I was taken to the regional cold chain facility, and it was opened for inspection. I went into the freezer, and yep, it was cold. I looked at the vaccines they keep, and I saw DTP, measles, and others. Looked good to me, but I’ll be damned if I could catch something being wrong. I don’t even know what temperature the fridge is supposed to be at! I did note cracks in the walls of the building, and took pictures. I figured that was all I could do, besides say it looked good to me.
We drove many miles today on dirt roads, poorly kept roads, and all of it through some of the prettiest scenery you can imagine. Huge, dramatic mountains and equally gorgeous and dramatic valleys. All green and just breathtaking. I enjoyed it a lot. This is such a pretty country. It’s a shame that it’s one of the world’s poorest. The children even beg whenever they see me. They yell something that sounds like “you! You!” and then put out their hand and say “money”. At least that is what it sounds like. Not all children do this, but a vast majority do. This country is the only one in Africa that was never a colony of a European power. Italy briefly occupied it in WWII, but they were booted out by the end of that war. I think there is a difference in attitude from that history of independence, but not a difference in outcome unfortunately. Like the rest of Africa, Ethiopia is largely agricultural and rural. They don’t have commercial farms here, though, and I still find little evidence of land demarcation for ownership establishment. I did see some animals tied to property today, which was a first. I also saw how they kept horses from running away…they tie the head to the front leg so that the horse can’t run. Breaks my heart to see it, but I saw a couple of sheep tied the same way. The people seem to largely exist on subsistence farming, goat/cattle herding (they don’t have herding dogs here, but boy could they use them!!!), and little else. I see people wearing rags and bathing in dirty creek water. The houses make the worst American ghetto look like a million bucks. I saw people living in half collapsed homes, b/c they couldn’t fix them. The poverty is breathtaking, but there is also a dignity of the people. They are open, friendly, and proud. Not in a bad way either. I’ve noticed too that Ethiopians don’t try to impress you with titles, degrees, or anything else. They have a self-confidence in their own abilities that just expects you to treat them at least as equals and hopefully with the same respect they treat you. Perhaps that is the fruit of never having been colonized or enslaved.
After running around to meet the honchos, we finally found some actual vaccination teams. They are in teams of two, one man and one woman usually. They have tally sheets, vaccine carriers with vaccine vials and ice, and chalk to mark houses they have visited. Some of the teams have not been taught what is the proper way to mark a house. But they have excellent written plans and maps of what they are going to do each day. Another woreda didn’t have maps, but they sure knew how to mark. So there’s a little of the good and bad. Some of the expectations for a perfect campaign are unrealistic, especially in some of the circumstances in which we find ourselves in my assigned woredas. These areas are largely rural and very mountainous. The population can be very isolated and hard to reach. Constant communication absent satellite phones or really powerful walkie-talkies is not possible. My counterpart was excellent at spotting vaccination teams on our way back to Dessie. We’d stop in the road with our yellow jerseys on for the campaign (they weren’t handed out for today, but should be for the rest of the week) and question them, look at the tally sheets, and their vial carriers. One team was doing it all wrong. They opened TWO vials at once (only supposed to do one at a time to reduce wastage) and they were letting them float in cold water from melted ice. They are supposed to be kept dry in a plastic bag, b/c it can corrupt the vaccine. But most did a pretty decent job. I was exciting to see how many kids were vaccinated today, and to see markings on homes showing they had been visited. I’m realizing how much of a job it will be to do these rapid convenience surveys….I have to do 9 korbeles (subdistricts) across my three woredas. Each korbele requires visiting 10 homes, or every 5th home to see if vaccinators visited the people they said they visited.
My counterpart wants to leave at 7am, meeting here at my hotel. Lucky me. Then I got a note later saying that I should come to the Dessie regional office at 8:30pm to get some ice. Apparently, there’s not enough ice in the cold chain facilities. My counterpart probably won’t be happy, but he can take it up with the regional director. I was able to email today, but the connection was slow and kept disconnecting. I will not use that particular computer again. Another source of frustration. I was operating at a 56K modem, which is like molasses in winter when you’re used to DSL. I did get a note off to my mom and others letting them know I was OK.
I will be glad to get back to where native English speakers are…or at least fluent speakers. I’m not cut out for this intensive field work. I don’t know how people like Alice Pope do it. She spends all her time in the field doing the sorts of things I’m doing now. She loves it. I’d rather be running the program, finding and providing resources, and looking at things from a higher level. That’s where my forte is, but I suppose you have to experience this drudgery before you get to do other, more interesting things.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
I still had to get up at 6:30am to be ready by 7am, even though my note pushed back the start time to 8:30am. Got to have a leisurely breakfast, almost too leisurely. Everyone had to drive to Kombolcha which is about 30 minutes south of Dessie to a meat warehouse to get extra ice. Then we delivered the ice. Of course, that took forever, and then we started a journey into depths of Nowhere. The road became dirt, then mud thanks to a storm overnight. We drove and drove, and saw fewer people. Eventually, we ended up a very rural clinic where we had a checklist visit followed by rapid convenience survey. Talk about a misnomer! It was neither rapid nor convenient. I don’t know why I was there, b/c I didn’t understand a word and only copied the answers my counterpart wrote down. If he was lying to me, I’d never know.
After visiting that rural outpost, we headed back to the HQ of this rural district. I certainly hope it’s the last we’ve seen of that district, but I get the creepy feeling it is not. The first guy was nice when we told him that they were marking the houses all wrong. When we got to the HQ of the woreda (still in the sticks, but not as bad as this other place), he became indignant. He also told us things that were directly opposite what we’d seen with our own eyes. He then led us by the nose around the town to do another rapid convenience survey. He told us which houses to talk to and then proceeded to intimidate the residents to give answers he wanted. Our questions aren’t complicated. We ask if the vaccination team visited, we look at the mark they left on the house, ask the mom how many kids under 5 live there, if they are vaccinated, and then ask if they were marked by the team as having received vaccine. No one was, b/c no one in any of the three woredas that I’m working in have the ink. One guy tried to explain, but I didn’t catch the explanation. I may ask again tomorrow. I don’t think it’s a huge deal, but you never know.
The little kids in the villages I visited were all amazed to see a white person. I could tell they had never seen one before. They’d gather, stare, and whisper and giggle. If I’d smile, they’d smile and wave. Some would talk, asking me my name. Others thought it was way cool that I shook hands with them. The older kids have obviously seen white people or have been introduced to white folks, b/c they are the ones that yell “MONEY” at me over and over. At first it was cute, but today, it got on my nerves. While waiting for a bus in front of us to get out of the mud and clear the road, I asked one girl if that was the only English word she knew. She looked puzzled, so I repeated. At this, her friend whispered with her for a minute and then asked my name. That was more like it. I was “this close” to telling her that yelling “money” at someone is rude. First, not all white people are rich. (OK, I know, compared to them, every white person I know would be rich…but still, there’s principle here!) Second, even if they were, it’s not polite to label people like that based on their skin color. I think my eyes fascinated older women. I caught several women who were with mothers staring at my eyes (the eye contact was undeniable) and then whispering to other women in the house. I guess blue eyes is a strange occurrence. I can only imagine what Tove, the white blond blue eyed girl that she is, is experiencing in villages.
I discovered that it’s not just mud on those huts providing insulation. It’s largely poop, and lots of it. They use horse, cow, and donkey poop mixed with mud and straw to form some sort of cement like substance and apply it to the house. I thought I’d vomit thinking about a house encased in poop. No electricity, no running water, mud and dirt everywhere….my heart breaks for the conditions here. I know they are happy for the most part, at least they seem so. The kids are fed and clothed for the most part. They all have shoes, and they’re curious. Some of the girls too have the nicest dresses, even in the most rural areas. For every person you see in rags, you see someone else in something pretty nice that they obviously take care of.
I’m getting my Africa tan…which is to say my forearms and face are getting sun while nothing else is. It was funny, b/c my Dr. Tiklay asked me at the warehouse this morning what was wrong with my arm because it was red. I told him that it burned a little yesterday, but I had on sunscreen today, and it would be fine. He thought it was awful that I’d burn every time I come to Africa. I thought it was really cute of him to be so horrified. For me, it wasn’t a big deal at all.
I think the raining season may be trying to arrive early. First, we had some rain yesterday afternoon and that awful thunderstorm that sounded like bombs exploding in the middle of the night. Then we had rain off and on all day today. But the sun is never obscured, so with the rain comes rainbows, which is nice. Adds to the beauty of the area. The scenery remains breathtaking. We had some problems on the muddy “roads” if you can call these glorified trails roads. I took some pictures so that people could see what I meant, b/c the description almost defies words. At one point, we slipped in the mud and slid to within a foot of a huge dropoff. No guardrails, remember. But my driver acted quickly, and we helped push the car out of the mud. Still, my life flashed before my eyes, and I had visions of us tumbling hundreds of feed in this Land Cruiser with me being the only survivor b/c I am the only one who wears seat belts. Luckily, nothing bad happened.
My counterpart had us stop at the woreda HQs to see the tally sheets coming in, even though it was close to 6pm. I played along and ooh’d and ahh’d appropriately. But I was cranky, tired, sweaty, hot, dirty, and just wanted to go home. But I had to eat dinner and then email. The email wasn’t much better tonight. It was slow and kept falling off the connection. But I made it through the important messages and sent out an update. The email is a lifeline for me. Otherwise, I’d be incredibly isolated and lonely. Daniel and the dogs are doing well, and they love Julie too. No surprise there I’m glad things are going well for them, and it makes me feel so much better to have him looking after things.
I had hot water tonight which was nice. I feel so much better having had a decent shower. BBC News is the channel for tonight. It’s funny how it’s a different one every night. But it’s good to hear English I think I’ll have to tell Leo that I could realistically only be assigned to Geneva or Copenhagen or some similar post. I need 1st world comforts and culture. I need a place where I won’t be lonely and won’t feel so isolated. I would like Casey’s job, but I know that she’s been abused by her bosses in AFRO and that they are just like that. I don’t want to work that way, especially in Zimbabwe which continues to fall apart and will probably erupt in civil war once Mugabe dies. I don’t want to be living there when that hell breaks loose. Also, my social dating life would die there, outside of the diplomatic community that frequently rotates through. That’s no way to live. If I had someone, it might be different, but I don’t, and I don’t want to be a in a place where there is NO chance of finding someone I would be attracted to. And most importantly, I don’t want to live somewhere that forces me back into the closet and life of fear. I’m past that. I doubt that I’ll be allowed to go to Geneva or Copenhagen, since those posts tend to go to big time epidemiologists and the like. But we’ll see…who knows what my future in CDC will hold.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Yes, I skipped a day of journaling, so sue me. I was in no mood to journal last night after having a bombshell dropped that I was expected to be ready to go by 6am for today’s festivities. No reason was given for having to get up that damn early, and I still fail to see why we had to do it. The only positive is that we were done by 3:30pm. Still, that was 9.5 hours of drudgery. And I get to do it all again tomorrow! Oh boy, I’m soooo excited. I’m beginning to hate my counterpart and his “early morning” tendencies.
Yesterday was an exhausting day. We had to do several “rapid convenience” surveys which should really be called “dreary inconvenience” surveys. We were back in the rural backwater, trotting through mud and poop asking people about their vaccination experience. With villages widely scattered, we had to drive and drive and drive to visit 30 homes in three different kebeles. I also smacked my head really hard on an overhead bar when I was trying to enter a latrine to pee. I bled a little, and now I have huge knot on top of my head that still hurts. These latrines are nasty. They have an opening in the floor, and that’s it. I don’t know how people take a crap, but they either sit on the floor (I could vomit just thinking of that prospect) or they squat and hope it hits the hole. I’d rather go outside. I can pee, but damn, let’s get indoor plumbing to some folks. After all, at one of the last poop huts I visited for a survey yesterday, it was not only wired for electricity but also had a satellite dish in the back yard. Now how does that make any sense at all? You live in a hut made of wood, sealed with animal shit with dirt floors, but you have electricity and a satellite dish?!?!?!?
My driver keeps listening to the same damn two albums over and over again. I complained about it in my reporting email and Mike wrote back to say I should have brought headphones. Well, I did bring my CD walkman and CDs, but I thought it would be rude to listen to a walkman and isolate myself. But then I started thinking about how they constantly talk in Amharic around me, knowing I can’t understand, and how they’ve drug me all over creation with no explanation and then demanding that I be ready to go by 6am. So I said, “Fuck it” and I packed my walkman and CDs. I listened to them today and felt much better. They didn’t seem to notice.
On top of it all yesterday, I had no hot water again. So it was bathing wipes for me. I also didn’t realize that I had to pack for an entire two weeks with no opportunity for washing clothes. So now I’ve got 6 days left until I can go home and I am running out of clothes. I have no stopper in my bathroom sink so I can’t wash clothes there. People here barely wash clothes as it is, and since I don’t speak the language, I can’t ask if the hotel would do it for a fee. I’d gladly pay, but my first opportunity to have clothes washed will be in Addis. So I get to wear dirty underwear along with already dirty clothes. I’ve been stretching my shirts and pants to 2 and 3 days respectively. Now I’ll have to stretch my underwear, which is just nasty. I’m horrified, but I won’t go commando. *sigh* At least I’m not living in a poop encrusted structure.
Today, we went to a place referred to as “Hell’s Post” which is the most rural of the outposts within my assigned districts. It took forever to get there, and the way to Hell was paved with rocks. I thought I was going to vomit with all the jarring back and forth. It was a miserable ride, but I will say that even in that remote outpost, the health team did an excellent job with their polio campaign, not only reaching every child , but doing it all correctly. I got to have another egg sandwich on the way to Hell for breakfast. I’m so sick of eggs that I can’t stand it. I had a lunch of dry shortbread cookies, just like yesterday with water. Appetizing, isn’t it? Oh, but today, there was a special treat – greasy, homemade potato chips! I know, try not to be jealous. We should be finished the most rural district, and we finished the one right near the city. There’s only one more “rapid convenience” survey left to do in the final district. And my counterpart better not try to get me to do more surveys.
I about lost it today when he had us stop at yet another outpost in the most rural district (on our way back from Hell’s Post) to do another fucking survey. We’d already done the three that we were required to do. I let my displeasure show to the driver, but I’m not sure if my counterpart knew or not. But my counterpart discovered that this “village” was on a mountain and would require climbing almost straight up to find 10 homes randomly. He said it was too difficult and went back to the car. I thought, “Damn right, it’s too difficult. Besides, we’ve DONE our three surveys, asshole.” Thought it, did not say it.
So tomorrow is another 6am day. Lucky me. I just want this over with. I’m tired, dirty, hungry, and over this whole experience. Good thing that the immunized under 5 kids are sweet and the scenery is gorgeous. Otherwise, there would be nothing redeeming about this experience.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
My trip to Ethiopia was relatively uneventful. The flight to Frankfurt from Atlanta was packed, and I was stuck in the middle of a four-person aisle. Not too happy about that, but amazingly, I was able to sleep some. The neck pillow really helped too, b/c I wasn’t stiff or anything. I also didn’t need to get up as much as I usually do when going to Joburg from Atlanta. Of course, we didn’t have our own individual entertainment choices either like on South African Air. Lufthansa makes everyone in cattle car class watch the same thing. The food wasn’t half bad, which was a pleasant surprise.
The layover in Frankfurt sucked. After I had hopped on an internet kiosk to let everyone know that I was OK, there was nothing to do. The keyboard on the kiosk was odd, too. It wasn’t your traditional American keyboard, and the letters were not where I’m used to having them, so I had to hunt/peck. At least I was able to contact home, though, which was nice. There was a wifi zone in the airport, but it had been so long since I used the laptop from work that I couldn’t do anything due to low battery power. I mostly read my magazines that I brought and had a nice chef salad at one of the restaurants before it was time for me to get on the flight to Addis Ababa.
Traveling with Tove made it much easier. At least I knew someone on the flight, and a friend of hers who works in GAP was coming to Addis as well for an AIDS conference. The other CDC people found us, and we all got introduced. Two of our team were STOPpers from Ethiopia last summer, and another guy is in a different division. I am not sure if he is a STOP alum or not. I was definitely the green horn of the group. Even Tove spent two months here in the winter doing a research project in the field.
The flight to Addis was comfortable, especially since the plane was not full. A guy who was seated next to me moved when we took off to give us more room. That was a Godsend as I was able to somewhat stretch out and snooze most of the way. My first view of Addis from the air was nice…I didn’t realize what a large city it was. Certainly more cosmopolitan looking than Harare. When we landed, there was a big line for immigration, but I had no problems.
Will Schluter was there to greet us, which was nice. In the parking lot, he finally gave us our orders. We were to spend one night in Addis at the Hilton and then immediately head to the field. Each of us was going to a totally different part of the country. This is very much an independent worker sort of assignment. Of course, I managed to keep my full blown fear down about having never monitored anything before. Let alone being sent into the field by myself and expected to perform. The thought that came to mind was “sink or swim” and I’ll be damned if I’ll be sent to Africa and fail miserably. I may not be stellar, but I can at least do a decent job so that people don’t talk bad about me. Anyway, I’m being sent to this place called Dessie, which used to be a provincial capital when Ethiopia was a monarchy. It’s north of Addis, and while it doesn’t look far on the map, it takes about 10 hours to drive there. There is no flight service.
The Hilton was nice, although there was no air conditioning. I had to open the patio to get some cooler air in. It’s really not that hot in Addis right now. It’s about 10 degrees cooler than Atlanta I’d say. I took a nice shower, since I’m not sure when I’ll see another nice shower. I did discover that my Purell hand sanitizer and one of my squeeze bottles of shampoo busted in the suitcase. I was not happy. I did manage to clean it all out, along with a string of curse words
Turns out that no one made a reservation for us upon our return to Addis. We are supposed to be back next Tuesday, the 31st. I’m pretty sure we leave on the 1st, although we were talking like we’d be here through next Thursday night. I know that’s not right though. I’ll have to tell Will so he can plan. I may need to leave Sunday to start back to Addis if we need all this time to prepare our reports. It doesn’t sound like Will needs much from us in a report, just summarizing our findings in the monitoring. They have given us checklists of things to check to make sure the campaign is running smoothly. We also have “rapid convenience surveys” which is meant to show how effective the vaccinators were getting children vaccinated. That is the tough part, b/c you have to go house to house. I’m supposed to have a native Ethiopian to go with me to translate. They better have someone, or I don’t see how I can possibly do the surveys. I don’t speak a lick of Armharic, which is a language similar to Hebrew and Arabic…but different.
Anyway, my contact has traveled with me, so that’s been nice. He speaks English, and he seems like a great guy. He bought me dinner tonight. Granted, dinner was only $5 for both us…including two beers! The hotel room tonight is kind of sketchy, but one of the best in this village of Debre Berhan. It’s called Girma hotel and was in Lonely Planet. It reminds me of an old wild west town where no streets are paved (except the main one) and animals and people are just all over the place.
That’s another funny thing about Ethiopia – all the animals roam freely. Today I have seen cows, horses, donkeys galore (does this mean they’re Democrats at heart? ), goats, and dogs roaming freely. Sometimes they belong to a person, and other times, there does not seem to be an owner. They just graze. And walk in the street, along with people. There are few cars here, and there do not seem to be rules of the road. They do drive on the “right” side of the street, but that’s all. If you don’t like how someone is driving, you just honk and go around. Same with people…you honk, and they either get out of the way, or they don’t. It’s very chaotic in many ways, but it works somehow.
The countryside is beautiful as we head to North Ethiopia. Rolling hills, mountains, and green farmland abound. In many ways it reminds me of Southwest VA, except the soil isn’t nearly as rocky in VA as it is here.
We are leaving at 6am to head to Dessie, which is damn early, but it’s only 8pm now, and we’re in for the night. With only a single light and no TV, I imagine I’ll soon be asleep. I snoozed in the car on the way up here, and took a 2 hour nap this afternoon, but I am still tired. I think it’s the altitude. We’re pretty high up, over a mile at this point. The only other sign of altitude sickness I have is a headache and the inability to sleep good even though I’m tired. At least this hotel has a plug that works…the Hilton did not have that. I was supposed to call Will tonight but I don’t have access to a phone. Oh well. I hope they cavalry doesn’t get called out. I’ll ring him as soon as I reach Dessie and get into my hotel there.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
So much to comment on from today, not from events themselves, but from mere observation of the world around me. First, I keep thinking I’m in Afghanistan for a couple of reasons. The area of Ethiopia that I am in is very mountainous, and the drive from Debre Berhan where we stayed last night reminded me very much of the West Virginia Turnpike as we wove in and out of mountains. There is one difference, however, and that is the absence of guardrails. It’s just an OK road skirting along the edge of a mountain with a drop of several hundred to thousand feet just inches away. But again, the Ethiopians have this etiquette worked out that makes it work without disaster, even with big trucks driving on the roads. There is a lot of construction going on too, especially the laying of pipe. It almost looks like sewer pipes, but I’m not certain about that. It could be an irrigation project as well. I saw camels today too. Never seen a live camel before, and that was neat. It’s another peg in the “Am I in Afghanistan?” motif. The other is the dress of the women and men. It’s very Islamic. The men usually have something on their head that looks like a turban. Women wear dresses with elaborate head scarves that allow them to cover their faces. Add to this the language which sounds and LOOKS like Arabic, and it feels like I’m in Afghanistan at times, especially when you see mosques all around.
It wasn’t until today that I started seeing Mosques. We’d drive through these little villages (the people here still live in mud and stick huts for the most part) and there’d be a mosque in the main town and an Orthodox church on a hill above it. The orthodox churches are quite beautiful the way they are set off on top of hills with metal roofing in the middle eastern style. The mosques are not ornate at all, and most had bars on all the windows. The towns look like rundown old west towns from the USA. Except the buildings are all mud and stick based. I wonder what happens to those structures when the rains come in late June and last for several months. Dogs, cows, horses, camels, donkeys and goats are all roaming free. No one seems to worry about who owns what.
The mountains have been deforested in a major way. I’m not sure how they are dealing with erosion after totally denuding entire mountains of its natural forest. They seem to plant bamboo in its place, but the woods lost seem to be evergreen from the little I could see. There’s a lot of green farmland that doesn’t seem to be in use, but that could be because we are at the end of the dry season. There are no fences or other signs of demarcation that would indicate ownership. I wonder if farmland is collective or not. The riverbeds are almost completely dry, and what little water is present is muddy. I saw women washing clothes and children playing in the muddy waters. It reminded me that is how polio spreads.
Speaking of polio, I haven’t seen anything that could remotely look like advertisements for the coming campaign. It starts tomorrow, but I don’t see any billboards like I have for female education and vaccination of mothers (it was a shot in the picture, so I know it wasn’t polio).
It took forever to get up to Dessie today. We left at 6am sharp, and drove for a couple of hours before stopping for breakfast. I had what can best be described as an egg pancake that they called an omelet. Dr. Tikrey had this dish that is popular among natives but that foreigners generally don’t like. It’s b/c the dish is made of minced organs from animals….heart, liver, intestines,stomach, etc. They eat it with this gray, rubbery bread looking thing that tastes like vinegar. I tried the mixed organ stuff and it wasn’t bad, but I didn’t eat but one bite b/c I’m not sure how safe it is. It was cooked, but you can get some funky stuff if you eat something like that which isn’t cooked properly. Breakfast was my first experience with flies. They were all over the place. The village we ate in was in a valley, so it was hot too. I will definitely remember to apply bug spray from now on. We’re still pretty high up, just out of malaria range I think. I am still taking my doxycycline as a preventative though. Malaria is not a disease I want to catch.
The hotel in Dessie is in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood, but is closed in. I can see why the US Embassy wanted me to stay here The room is comfortable and clean. The bathroom is freshly tiled, and the toilet works. There’s hot water, a TV (with two channels – one being Ethiopia TV and the other being channel 33 from Bahrain which is broadcast in English), and a phone, although I can’t seem to call out. I took a shower tonight and never ran out of water. There was even water pressure, so I’m pleased at this juncture. I didn’t bathe last night b/c the bathroom was kind of nasty, and I’d only ridden in the car. But tonight, the water coming off me in the shower was FILTHY. I didn’t realize you could get so dirty in two days. I shaved as well, so I feel normal again. The bed is still firm, as it was last night. I was half expecting straw beds from what I read before I got here. I still won’t get under the covers for fear of bed bugs. I also have my own pillowcase that I put over the pillow to sleep. I’m also using my new “warm weather” sleeping bad as well. Hotels seem to like to use these sateen covers which is funny. It comes across as tacky, but I know it’s meant as a measure of class. I understand that the Fasika where I am at is considered the best hotel in Dossie. It’s probably slightly less than Motel 6 quality, and it certainly ain’t a Marriot. However, it will do. Things could be much, much worse from the other “hotels” I’ve seen along the road. One strange feature I need to remark on: the unopened bottle of gin oon a tablein my room. How funny. Although alcohol and soda are the only safe things to drink around here.
I went to bed as soon as we got here around 12:30pm. I slept for nearly 5 hours. I needed it though. I think that may have been the last of the jet lag and the altitude sickness. My headaches are less today, and I only had to take Tylenol at the beginning and end of the day.
At 6pm, I met Dr. Ibriham who is the surveillance officer for this area, and will be the one I’m working with the most I think. He seems like a very nice man. He got me to a Telecenter where I was able to make a phone call to Will finally so that I could check in. He mildly scolded me for not calling last night, but I wasn’t going to wait in a 10 person line at the only phone in town last night. But he ran through questions about how the room was, how was the drive and driver, etc. If I can, I may check in with him later in the week when the campaign is in full swing. It may be easier to email him than call him, oddly enough. They should allow us to rent international cell phones when we are on assignment overseas, but as of yet, that’s not something we’re exactly allowed to do. It’s also not easy to rent phones overseas as it is in the USA. Even a prepaid card would be helpful.
I ate at this restaurant called the Rodeo. They had hay scattered on the stairwell, which I found to be really funny. I had rice with egg, which was fine, but kind of plain. I put the special Ethiopian powder that puts a kick in all the food here, and that helped. A little of that stuff goes a long way, let me tell you! After dinner, I went back to the telecenter to get on the internet, which was pretty cheap. Everything around here is pretty cheap. The hotel room last night cost 40 birr, which is about $5. My hotel room now may be about $10 a night. Not sure exactly, but I think I brought too much money with me, so it’s not an issue for me. Better to have too much than too little, I say!
The city of Dessie is an odd city. It really does look like that it has been in a war recently, with buildings bombed out on the upper levels, but not the lower…or one building all hollowed out with the building next to it fine. I can’t make sense of it. The people in the street with the few cares are fun too. They really don’t worry about getting hit at all. Everything is really very dirty, which I don’t like, but have accepted.
This brings to me another observation which I find hugely ironic. Homosexuality is NOT accepted here at all. You can get 10 yrs in prison for being gay, and you will be refused service at a hotel or restaurant if they think you are gay. Given that, however, you still see men strolling down the street holding hands, arms entwined just like they were boyfriends. Apparently, this is normal for good friends in Ethiopia. Men and women will not behave this way, but men will stroll down the street arm in arm, hands entwined. It’s ironic how things work out.
There is a major mosque two blocks from my hotel. When they say Muslims pray 5 times a day, they mean it. And there are huge loud speakers to let you know when you need to pray. It interrupted my nap and is very loud. Of course, I have no idea what was being said, but hopefully they will urge mothers to vaccinate their children. I’m wondering if I’m in an Islamic area of Ethiopia. There is a church somewhere in town too, but it’s not near my hotel.
Monday, May 23, 2005
I had to take a time out before I made this entry. My frustration has grown throughout the day slowly and just about exploded when I couldn’t get any hot water for a shower tonight. Although, for those who have witnessed my explosions when my fuse has burnt to its nub, I was remarkably calm. Maybe I’m growing up now that I’m less than two weeks from turning 30. Anyway, I let out a string of expletives through clinched teeth, and managed to wash my hair and the “essentials” in cold water. I washed the rest with the waterless bathing wipes that I brought from home just in case something like this happened. I don’t know what happened to the hot water that I enjoyed so well yesterday, but it was not cooperating tonight. For those who have read my journal from Zimbabwe, you know that when I can’t get a good shower, I get really cranky. I didn’t want to write an entry with that frame of mind, so I brought out my DVDs (tonight they were showing Eritrea TV instead of Bahrain TV, and Eritrea doesn’t broadcast in English) and watched Elizabeth. I love that movie! Very historical, dramatic, and humanizes a person who is viewed as a distant icon from the past. Now that the movie is over, I’m in a better mood to write an entry.
I was awakened at 4 FREAKING 30 in the MORNING by the call of that damn mosque two blocks away. You’d think Muslims could figure out when they needed to pray. I wasn’t aware that Mohammad apparently set prescribed times for facing Mecca. It was obnoxious. But I rolled over and went back to sleep until I had to get up. At 8am, I was picked up and my driver asked if I wanted breakfast. Considering I only had a power bar, I did, even though it made us 10 minutes late for the regional health office.
They were in a meeting when I got there, which I wasn’t intended to sit in anyway since it was being conducted in Amharic. So I got to sit in Dr. Teklay’s office and read. Thank God I brought plenty of books. I’ve already finished one, and I’m well into my second. But I came prepared. I felt a little bad for my driver since he had nothing to read, and his English isn’t good enough to conduct a real conservation.
Which brings me to the matter of language barriers. I do not know a lick of Amharic, and I don’t even know or understand the written script as they don’t use the alphabet. I got to sit in the meeting with the regional health director who was being briefed on the plans for the campaign. This meeting was also in Amharic, and I understood none of it. Oh, I caught some words, like “polio”, “AFP”, “social mobilization”. The guy who did most of the talking was sitting next to me and had the most foul breath. That was all I could think about, along with hoping I didn’t look as clueless as I felt.
I discovered that I had been assigned three woredas (health districts) north of town which are considered “easy”. Thank goodness for that! Still, I will need to go about 60 km from town each day and come back. I still had no idea what it was they wanted me to do, other than fill out these forms that I had been given. We stopped at the HQ of each woreda and met with the head honcho at each. Well, one was not there when we called, so we’ll have to catch him later. But the first guy, I didn’t catch on that I needed to “evaluate” him until about a minute into the conversation. So I brought out my checklist and asked the questions. Of course, his answers are pretty worthless. Where the rubber hits the road is with the vaccination teams themselves. But I did my thing, hoping I wasn’t coming across as some idiot to the guy who was assigned to go around with me as my counterpart and native speaker.
Not knowing the language makes me feel stupid. I can’t even figure it out from context or by reading it because it’s not a romance language and doesn’t use an alphabet. I was sent here never having monitored a campaign in my life, and I was promptly sent off ALONE to figure it out. I thought I would have someone to show me the ropes, but no such luck. I guess it’s a compliment that they felt I could handle it, but it’s frustrating and scary. I don’t want to embarrass myself or the CDC, but I’m no expert here. I’m running blind.
I was taken to the regional cold chain facility, and it was opened for inspection. I went into the freezer, and yep, it was cold. I looked at the vaccines they keep, and I saw DTP, measles, and others. Looked good to me, but I’ll be damned if I could catch something being wrong. I don’t even know what temperature the fridge is supposed to be at! I did note cracks in the walls of the building, and took pictures. I figured that was all I could do, besides say it looked good to me.
We drove many miles today on dirt roads, poorly kept roads, and all of it through some of the prettiest scenery you can imagine. Huge, dramatic mountains and equally gorgeous and dramatic valleys. All green and just breathtaking. I enjoyed it a lot. This is such a pretty country. It’s a shame that it’s one of the world’s poorest. The children even beg whenever they see me. They yell something that sounds like “you! You!” and then put out their hand and say “money”. At least that is what it sounds like. Not all children do this, but a vast majority do. This country is the only one in Africa that was never a colony of a European power. Italy briefly occupied it in WWII, but they were booted out by the end of that war. I think there is a difference in attitude from that history of independence, but not a difference in outcome unfortunately. Like the rest of Africa, Ethiopia is largely agricultural and rural. They don’t have commercial farms here, though, and I still find little evidence of land demarcation for ownership establishment. I did see some animals tied to property today, which was a first. I also saw how they kept horses from running away…they tie the head to the front leg so that the horse can’t run. Breaks my heart to see it, but I saw a couple of sheep tied the same way. The people seem to largely exist on subsistence farming, goat/cattle herding (they don’t have herding dogs here, but boy could they use them!!!), and little else. I see people wearing rags and bathing in dirty creek water. The houses make the worst American ghetto look like a million bucks. I saw people living in half collapsed homes, b/c they couldn’t fix them. The poverty is breathtaking, but there is also a dignity of the people. They are open, friendly, and proud. Not in a bad way either. I’ve noticed too that Ethiopians don’t try to impress you with titles, degrees, or anything else. They have a self-confidence in their own abilities that just expects you to treat them at least as equals and hopefully with the same respect they treat you. Perhaps that is the fruit of never having been colonized or enslaved.
After running around to meet the honchos, we finally found some actual vaccination teams. They are in teams of two, one man and one woman usually. They have tally sheets, vaccine carriers with vaccine vials and ice, and chalk to mark houses they have visited. Some of the teams have not been taught what is the proper way to mark a house. But they have excellent written plans and maps of what they are going to do each day. Another woreda didn’t have maps, but they sure knew how to mark. So there’s a little of the good and bad. Some of the expectations for a perfect campaign are unrealistic, especially in some of the circumstances in which we find ourselves in my assigned woredas. These areas are largely rural and very mountainous. The population can be very isolated and hard to reach. Constant communication absent satellite phones or really powerful walkie-talkies is not possible. My counterpart was excellent at spotting vaccination teams on our way back to Dessie. We’d stop in the road with our yellow jerseys on for the campaign (they weren’t handed out for today, but should be for the rest of the week) and question them, look at the tally sheets, and their vial carriers. One team was doing it all wrong. They opened TWO vials at once (only supposed to do one at a time to reduce wastage) and they were letting them float in cold water from melted ice. They are supposed to be kept dry in a plastic bag, b/c it can corrupt the vaccine. But most did a pretty decent job. I was exciting to see how many kids were vaccinated today, and to see markings on homes showing they had been visited. I’m realizing how much of a job it will be to do these rapid convenience surveys….I have to do 9 korbeles (subdistricts) across my three woredas. Each korbele requires visiting 10 homes, or every 5th home to see if vaccinators visited the people they said they visited.
My counterpart wants to leave at 7am, meeting here at my hotel. Lucky me. Then I got a note later saying that I should come to the Dessie regional office at 8:30pm to get some ice. Apparently, there’s not enough ice in the cold chain facilities. My counterpart probably won’t be happy, but he can take it up with the regional director. I was able to email today, but the connection was slow and kept disconnecting. I will not use that particular computer again. Another source of frustration. I was operating at a 56K modem, which is like molasses in winter when you’re used to DSL. I did get a note off to my mom and others letting them know I was OK.
I will be glad to get back to where native English speakers are…or at least fluent speakers. I’m not cut out for this intensive field work. I don’t know how people like Alice Pope do it. She spends all her time in the field doing the sorts of things I’m doing now. She loves it. I’d rather be running the program, finding and providing resources, and looking at things from a higher level. That’s where my forte is, but I suppose you have to experience this drudgery before you get to do other, more interesting things.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
I still had to get up at 6:30am to be ready by 7am, even though my note pushed back the start time to 8:30am. Got to have a leisurely breakfast, almost too leisurely. Everyone had to drive to Kombolcha which is about 30 minutes south of Dessie to a meat warehouse to get extra ice. Then we delivered the ice. Of course, that took forever, and then we started a journey into depths of Nowhere. The road became dirt, then mud thanks to a storm overnight. We drove and drove, and saw fewer people. Eventually, we ended up a very rural clinic where we had a checklist visit followed by rapid convenience survey. Talk about a misnomer! It was neither rapid nor convenient. I don’t know why I was there, b/c I didn’t understand a word and only copied the answers my counterpart wrote down. If he was lying to me, I’d never know.
After visiting that rural outpost, we headed back to the HQ of this rural district. I certainly hope it’s the last we’ve seen of that district, but I get the creepy feeling it is not. The first guy was nice when we told him that they were marking the houses all wrong. When we got to the HQ of the woreda (still in the sticks, but not as bad as this other place), he became indignant. He also told us things that were directly opposite what we’d seen with our own eyes. He then led us by the nose around the town to do another rapid convenience survey. He told us which houses to talk to and then proceeded to intimidate the residents to give answers he wanted. Our questions aren’t complicated. We ask if the vaccination team visited, we look at the mark they left on the house, ask the mom how many kids under 5 live there, if they are vaccinated, and then ask if they were marked by the team as having received vaccine. No one was, b/c no one in any of the three woredas that I’m working in have the ink. One guy tried to explain, but I didn’t catch the explanation. I may ask again tomorrow. I don’t think it’s a huge deal, but you never know.
The little kids in the villages I visited were all amazed to see a white person. I could tell they had never seen one before. They’d gather, stare, and whisper and giggle. If I’d smile, they’d smile and wave. Some would talk, asking me my name. Others thought it was way cool that I shook hands with them. The older kids have obviously seen white people or have been introduced to white folks, b/c they are the ones that yell “MONEY” at me over and over. At first it was cute, but today, it got on my nerves. While waiting for a bus in front of us to get out of the mud and clear the road, I asked one girl if that was the only English word she knew. She looked puzzled, so I repeated. At this, her friend whispered with her for a minute and then asked my name. That was more like it. I was “this close” to telling her that yelling “money” at someone is rude. First, not all white people are rich. (OK, I know, compared to them, every white person I know would be rich…but still, there’s principle here!) Second, even if they were, it’s not polite to label people like that based on their skin color. I think my eyes fascinated older women. I caught several women who were with mothers staring at my eyes (the eye contact was undeniable) and then whispering to other women in the house. I guess blue eyes is a strange occurrence. I can only imagine what Tove, the white blond blue eyed girl that she is, is experiencing in villages.
I discovered that it’s not just mud on those huts providing insulation. It’s largely poop, and lots of it. They use horse, cow, and donkey poop mixed with mud and straw to form some sort of cement like substance and apply it to the house. I thought I’d vomit thinking about a house encased in poop. No electricity, no running water, mud and dirt everywhere….my heart breaks for the conditions here. I know they are happy for the most part, at least they seem so. The kids are fed and clothed for the most part. They all have shoes, and they’re curious. Some of the girls too have the nicest dresses, even in the most rural areas. For every person you see in rags, you see someone else in something pretty nice that they obviously take care of.
I’m getting my Africa tan…which is to say my forearms and face are getting sun while nothing else is. It was funny, b/c my Dr. Tiklay asked me at the warehouse this morning what was wrong with my arm because it was red. I told him that it burned a little yesterday, but I had on sunscreen today, and it would be fine. He thought it was awful that I’d burn every time I come to Africa. I thought it was really cute of him to be so horrified. For me, it wasn’t a big deal at all.
I think the raining season may be trying to arrive early. First, we had some rain yesterday afternoon and that awful thunderstorm that sounded like bombs exploding in the middle of the night. Then we had rain off and on all day today. But the sun is never obscured, so with the rain comes rainbows, which is nice. Adds to the beauty of the area. The scenery remains breathtaking. We had some problems on the muddy “roads” if you can call these glorified trails roads. I took some pictures so that people could see what I meant, b/c the description almost defies words. At one point, we slipped in the mud and slid to within a foot of a huge dropoff. No guardrails, remember. But my driver acted quickly, and we helped push the car out of the mud. Still, my life flashed before my eyes, and I had visions of us tumbling hundreds of feed in this Land Cruiser with me being the only survivor b/c I am the only one who wears seat belts. Luckily, nothing bad happened.
My counterpart had us stop at the woreda HQs to see the tally sheets coming in, even though it was close to 6pm. I played along and ooh’d and ahh’d appropriately. But I was cranky, tired, sweaty, hot, dirty, and just wanted to go home. But I had to eat dinner and then email. The email wasn’t much better tonight. It was slow and kept falling off the connection. But I made it through the important messages and sent out an update. The email is a lifeline for me. Otherwise, I’d be incredibly isolated and lonely. Daniel and the dogs are doing well, and they love Julie too. No surprise there I’m glad things are going well for them, and it makes me feel so much better to have him looking after things.
I had hot water tonight which was nice. I feel so much better having had a decent shower. BBC News is the channel for tonight. It’s funny how it’s a different one every night. But it’s good to hear English I think I’ll have to tell Leo that I could realistically only be assigned to Geneva or Copenhagen or some similar post. I need 1st world comforts and culture. I need a place where I won’t be lonely and won’t feel so isolated. I would like Casey’s job, but I know that she’s been abused by her bosses in AFRO and that they are just like that. I don’t want to work that way, especially in Zimbabwe which continues to fall apart and will probably erupt in civil war once Mugabe dies. I don’t want to be living there when that hell breaks loose. Also, my social dating life would die there, outside of the diplomatic community that frequently rotates through. That’s no way to live. If I had someone, it might be different, but I don’t, and I don’t want to be a in a place where there is NO chance of finding someone I would be attracted to. And most importantly, I don’t want to live somewhere that forces me back into the closet and life of fear. I’m past that. I doubt that I’ll be allowed to go to Geneva or Copenhagen, since those posts tend to go to big time epidemiologists and the like. But we’ll see…who knows what my future in CDC will hold.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Yes, I skipped a day of journaling, so sue me. I was in no mood to journal last night after having a bombshell dropped that I was expected to be ready to go by 6am for today’s festivities. No reason was given for having to get up that damn early, and I still fail to see why we had to do it. The only positive is that we were done by 3:30pm. Still, that was 9.5 hours of drudgery. And I get to do it all again tomorrow! Oh boy, I’m soooo excited. I’m beginning to hate my counterpart and his “early morning” tendencies.
Yesterday was an exhausting day. We had to do several “rapid convenience” surveys which should really be called “dreary inconvenience” surveys. We were back in the rural backwater, trotting through mud and poop asking people about their vaccination experience. With villages widely scattered, we had to drive and drive and drive to visit 30 homes in three different kebeles. I also smacked my head really hard on an overhead bar when I was trying to enter a latrine to pee. I bled a little, and now I have huge knot on top of my head that still hurts. These latrines are nasty. They have an opening in the floor, and that’s it. I don’t know how people take a crap, but they either sit on the floor (I could vomit just thinking of that prospect) or they squat and hope it hits the hole. I’d rather go outside. I can pee, but damn, let’s get indoor plumbing to some folks. After all, at one of the last poop huts I visited for a survey yesterday, it was not only wired for electricity but also had a satellite dish in the back yard. Now how does that make any sense at all? You live in a hut made of wood, sealed with animal shit with dirt floors, but you have electricity and a satellite dish?!?!?!?
My driver keeps listening to the same damn two albums over and over again. I complained about it in my reporting email and Mike wrote back to say I should have brought headphones. Well, I did bring my CD walkman and CDs, but I thought it would be rude to listen to a walkman and isolate myself. But then I started thinking about how they constantly talk in Amharic around me, knowing I can’t understand, and how they’ve drug me all over creation with no explanation and then demanding that I be ready to go by 6am. So I said, “Fuck it” and I packed my walkman and CDs. I listened to them today and felt much better. They didn’t seem to notice.
On top of it all yesterday, I had no hot water again. So it was bathing wipes for me. I also didn’t realize that I had to pack for an entire two weeks with no opportunity for washing clothes. So now I’ve got 6 days left until I can go home and I am running out of clothes. I have no stopper in my bathroom sink so I can’t wash clothes there. People here barely wash clothes as it is, and since I don’t speak the language, I can’t ask if the hotel would do it for a fee. I’d gladly pay, but my first opportunity to have clothes washed will be in Addis. So I get to wear dirty underwear along with already dirty clothes. I’ve been stretching my shirts and pants to 2 and 3 days respectively. Now I’ll have to stretch my underwear, which is just nasty. I’m horrified, but I won’t go commando. *sigh* At least I’m not living in a poop encrusted structure.
Today, we went to a place referred to as “Hell’s Post” which is the most rural of the outposts within my assigned districts. It took forever to get there, and the way to Hell was paved with rocks. I thought I was going to vomit with all the jarring back and forth. It was a miserable ride, but I will say that even in that remote outpost, the health team did an excellent job with their polio campaign, not only reaching every child , but doing it all correctly. I got to have another egg sandwich on the way to Hell for breakfast. I’m so sick of eggs that I can’t stand it. I had a lunch of dry shortbread cookies, just like yesterday with water. Appetizing, isn’t it? Oh, but today, there was a special treat – greasy, homemade potato chips! I know, try not to be jealous. We should be finished the most rural district, and we finished the one right near the city. There’s only one more “rapid convenience” survey left to do in the final district. And my counterpart better not try to get me to do more surveys.
I about lost it today when he had us stop at yet another outpost in the most rural district (on our way back from Hell’s Post) to do another fucking survey. We’d already done the three that we were required to do. I let my displeasure show to the driver, but I’m not sure if my counterpart knew or not. But my counterpart discovered that this “village” was on a mountain and would require climbing almost straight up to find 10 homes randomly. He said it was too difficult and went back to the car. I thought, “Damn right, it’s too difficult. Besides, we’ve DONE our three surveys, asshole.” Thought it, did not say it.
So tomorrow is another 6am day. Lucky me. I just want this over with. I’m tired, dirty, hungry, and over this whole experience. Good thing that the immunized under 5 kids are sweet and the scenery is gorgeous. Otherwise, there would be nothing redeeming about this experience.
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