Saturday, 7 July 2012
Thursday, 23 February 2012
Adventure to the Airport in Paris
Down we went underground to catch the "Metro"... luggage in tow..... picture us dragging two weeks of stuff with us around Paris.....
We got on the first subway with some sweat, going up and down many stairs and trying to figure out which way to go.
The next train wasn't so smooth. When the train arrived, it seemed like, hundreds of people were getting on and off. Katie went first dragging a suitcase bigger than her... and guess what???
The door closed. My life flashed before me.
Luckily it closed right on the huge suitcase and her foot (which she is still complaining about). I never seen so many people jump to our rescue.... everyone grabbed the doors and tried prying them open so that "Mom" could get on. This was no easy task (especially as I was holding Katie by the coat... the minute the door started to close I reach in and grabbed on). So long story short I, with the help of those people, got on the train.. and we had a good little nervous giggle together!!
Then we went off into the sunset to the airport.... just in time.... I mean by minutes to get on our plane.
I think my daughter is a criminal as over the course of this entire trip..... she was searched 3 times at the airport.... should I be concerned???
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Monday, 20 February 2012
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
In sickness and in health.
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> I miss the rest of my family. I long to squish Jules and Ror.
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> Wish us luck!!!
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> Dianne,
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Thursday, 16 February 2012
High school in Monrovia
What a big day. We did so much. Here in this photo we were at a Buchanan High School. We arrived to this huge assembly of students, teachers and admin. they we so thankful we were there and thankful to Don for supporting the school. We were put on stage and were sweltering hot. We were sang to, given gifts and they made a plea for computers (sound familiar) and air conditioning. Don and I were asked to speak to the students. This was very interesting. By the time we left ( an hour later) I was soaked. Don's driver laughed at me because I had drip marks all over my pants. It was hot. When we were leaving the Vice Principal gave me a paper in his handshake and wants us to investigate an exchange for one of the children to come to my school.
Dianne,
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Fwd: A stop at the market
Here we were stopping at this market to buy pineapples and bananas for the orphanage. We were completely swarmed by these people. Some of our group were afraid to get out of the cars. The children were asking for everything. They wanted our empty juice cans. Yes our empty cans. I gave one boy one of the pads of paper that I brought for the schools.
Dianne,
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Fwd: Grade 5 class
> all stood when I went in the room and very respectfully said this welcome teacher chat. No one seemed happy to be there.
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Fwd: The Orphanage
This visit, by far, was the most alarming disturbing thing, I have probably ever seen. These beautiful children all left without families. When we arrived
they had a ceremonial welcoming at the gate. It was very formal. They were just so thankful that Don "the president" was there - they wanted to show their gratification. It included a plate with an egg, some nuts, and other random items. Benson the BRE, public relations and translator, helped us understand what was going on. He even got nuts spat onto his forehead.
We then went into the room where all of the adults and 60 students were singing. I got this all on video. They then proceeded with an hour long ceremony including a Bassa naming of Don and Jac and they were both gowned.
We met a two year old, Paul, who was found as an infant in the garbage can. All of the children wanted to touch us and were staring like crazy at us. The children sang to us 2 songs, all of which, I caught on video.
The food situation was horrible and cooking over a fire to feed them all. The kids get a bit of tea and bread in the am and rice in the pm.
Even worse, was the sleeping arrangements 10 kids per room. I will post some pics of that. Brutal.
What a place. They asked me to come back and stay to work for them. They need teachers they said.
Dianne,
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Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Kakata - Farm Builders and it's a good plan!
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> We went to "Bills" rubber plant and I watched rubber being made. It stunk, but was very fascinating. Who knew? They were filling containers to ship to the US.
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> Don explained how to "tap" a rubber tree every second day and that the tappers tap 520 trees per day.
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> We also went to Bills house for lunch. Bill is a very wealthy Liberian who is well connected and has a beautiful rubber plantation as well as the rubber factory. He works with and supports BRE.
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> My favorite part of the day was when we pulled of the road and met some locals and had them describe how to make charcoal. They showed us step by step and I took many pictures. They were surrounded by children taking care of children. Bare foot and dirty. I asked a lady if I could take her picture and that of her baby, she allowed me to but then announced that she was hungry and had no food for baby. Sad. We gave them all the baby bananas that we had. So far- one of my favorite pics (her baby strapped to her back - with a fly on his forehead). I wish I could upload them but they are on my good camera. Apple should get on this - an opening for USB or data card on iphones, so data can be transferred. Anyhow, I digress.
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> Tomorrow, I suspect will be my favorite day- 2 hr drive to Buchanan to the orphanage, a high school and to visit the port that Don cleared here. Perhaps a ride on a tug boat.
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> Don is very well connected and very well respected. It is apparent. All the Liberians faces light up when they see him " hi boss". Also, his ex pat employees really respect him and speak highly of his ability to persuade anyone to become passionate about a cause. He has convinced many to join BRE.
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> Wyatt was interested in the fact that Don is the "Big Boss". Dons lesson to Wy - "just because you are the boss doesn't mean you have to be bossy".
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> Finally, we met a 9 yr old who was an American and moved to Liberia in Aug. She said school was different here because the teachers " beat the kids with sticks and that even today one teacher broke a ruler in to many pieces from hitting a student" for not listening. Her plan was to never get into trouble. It's a good plan.
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Monday, 13 February 2012
Monrovia
We went to the offices of BRE (Buchanan Renewable Energy)in the am and Kates was a bit nauseous when we arrived. I think the streets were a bit overwhelming for her. But she got the courage to go into slums like you can only see in magazines. I really have no words to describe it. The conditions are inhumane.
If you get a chance google West Point Liberia. This is where we went. Certainly, we looked out of place and turned a lot of heads. Wyatt (my 7 yr old Nephew) kept saying over and over like a chant. "Daddy - they are staring at me, why is everyone staring at us".
These pictures that I posted are from west point. We were with Don's very faithful "drivers/security" (Logan and BloJay" who had us in their sites all day.
After West Point, we interacted with some high school students which was very interesting. We took pics of them and promised to email. I think this was keeping Logan and BloJay on their toes.
Another interesting thing...... no one goes unescorted from BRE. Don walked 100m and was escorted by BRE guards.
Logan said. "we take care of "Boss"".
We went to an Ex-Pat type apartment for a swim in the afternoon and then went to Liam's (Dons country Manager) for a fantastic dinner. Completely gated with barbed wire, security and the whole nine yards. I met some amazing people who work for BRE, both Ex Pats and Liberians. My favorite was Floyd. Born and raised Liberian, with an MBA from the US. He was very insightful about our education system and had interesting perspective.
Incidentally, I write this blog on my SMASHED iPhone. It's like the "Little Engine That Could". It keeps on working. Apple- my hero.
Tomorrow will be amazing. We will go to Farm Builders where we will see rubber plantations and much more. We will have lunch at a Liberians farmhouse. Can't wait.
Dianne
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