A Journey Through Tanzania and Zanzibar

by Ashlee Fritz
Our adventure started in Serenje, Zambia. The Serenje train station was exactly what you would expect of a train station in Zambia. There was one light bulb to light the entire station, four wooden benches, a flooded bathroom, and a lovely stench in the air and the train was three hours late. I was, to say the least, a little skeptical as to how the trip was going to turn out. The train arrived at 11pm and we climbed aboard. We boarded the train in the third class section and walked to our berth in the second to last car on the train. There were eighteen cars in all. We had a first class cabin and after seeing second and third class I was glad that we had “splurged” on first class. The train was probably built in the 1960’s and I do think there have been any changes since then. Actually, I am not sure that they had even done any maintenance either. In order to turn the lights on in our cabin to had to twist two naked wires together, when you did this sparks shot out at you. Also there were electrical outlets, reading lights and a fan, none of which worked. I was not sure what I had gotten myself into. I felt like fifty hours was going to be a long time to spend on this train. (Be sure to check out the link to the Flickr account for clearer pictures.)

I was totally wrong!! The train was amazing. We woke up the next morning just outside of Kasama, Zambia and at about noon and crossed the border into Tanzania. While waiting for the immigration officers to come through the train and stamp our passports Trevor thought it would be a good time to get out of the train and teach a few of the local children some yoga. It was quite a scene, but it was good entertainment while waiting. Trevor:
Tanzania is much more mountainous than Zambia. Not big mountains but big enough to give the train a good workout. Tanzania and Zambia seem to be just about the same, but there were subtle differences. The construction of houses was different in Tanzania. In Zambia the main form of home construction is mud brick, but in Tanzania it seemed as though most of the village houses were constructed using a wattle and daub technique. I do not know why the construction practice would be different, but it would be interesting to figure out. By far the most exciting difference I noticed crossing over into Tanzania was the food. In Zambia you have your standard “window” food (this is the food you can buy out of the window of any form of transportation) peanuts (boiled and roasted,) fritters, roasted maize, hard boiled eggs and fried chicken. I personally will not eat the chicken, I think it is just asking for severe stomach problems to buy chicken from a women out the window of the train not know when or how the chicken died, how long ago it was cooked, and how long it has been sitting in a metal bowl on the side of the road/train tracks on a 100 degree day. It just seems like a bad idea to me, but of course Andy loves it. So far he has been lucky, but one of these days it will catch up with him, at least that is what I keep telling him. But once we crossed the boarder there was a whole new selection of food to choose from! Cashews, coconuts, chapati and plantain!!! Cashews!!! So good! You could get a small bag cashews for about 25 cents and a good size coconut for about ten cents. The only problem was trying to open a coconut on a moving train without hammer or at least a pointy rock. This was not problem for our porter, he just leaned out the window and bashed it against the side of the train. You could also buy food in the train dining car, but it was expensive and not as good as eating cashews. There was also a bar car where you could buy softies(soda), water, and, much to Andy and Trevor’s delight five types of beer. Warm beer on a hot train just is not my idea of a good time, so I stuck to warm Cokes.

The best part of the train ride though was the time we spent traveling through a national park. Out the train window we saw giraffes, elephants, puku, antelopes, wart hogs, monkeys and zebras. It was amazing. The only bad part of the game park was that the animals are attracted to the train tracks because of the trash that people through out the window. In our case an elephant was attracted to the track and our train hit it. There were many BIG bones scattered along the tracks so I have a feeling that this was not the first train casualty.
About 50 hours after boarding the train we arrived in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. Dar es Salaam is a city of about six million people, but you would have thought you were in a town of about 500 people by the size of the train station. We climbed off the train into the dark night and found a nice taxi driver Ali to drive us to our hotel. After about thirty minutes of trying to get out of the train station parking lot (for some reason the streets were in gridlock at nine o'clock at night) we headed out. It took us about fifteen minutes to get to our hotel from the station. During that time we say a man run up to the car ahead of us in traffic grab a cell phone that the driver was currently using and run off. What a first impression. We decided we did not need to spend any time in Dar es Salaam and that we would head to Zanzibar island as soon as possible.
After one of the worst nights of sleep of my life (Dar has to be one of the hottest places on the planet) we headed to the port and boarded a ferry to Zanzibar. It took about two hours to get to the island. Along the way we saw giant freight liners (Dar is one of the busiest ports in Africa,) dug out canoes and traditional sail boats called Dhow all sharing the same waters. It still amazes how you can see a hug modern freight liner and a hand built boat together, but that is life in Africa, villagers who have Internet phones but still carry water home from the river. It is crazy.
Zanzibar has a long and complicated history. It has been ruled by the Portuguese, the Sultan of Oman, and the British. It is now in a union with main land Tanzania, formerly known as Tanganyika, but if you ask a Zanzibari they will tell you that they are not part of Tanzania. It was an important trade port between all parts of the world for many products including ivory, spices and even slaves. The island has been influenced by many different cultures over the years and this can be easily seen through the architecture they have left behind.

The many influences could be seen from the moment we entered the port in Stonetown. It was beautiful. I could tell we had a lot of exploring to do. But that would have to wait a few days. First, the beach! After getting off the ferry we grabbed a taxi. We told him we wanted to go some where cheap and on the beach. He said he knew just the place and off we went. Any time you get into a taxi in Africa you are taking your life into your hands and this guy was no exception. I think he drove about 60 mph on tiny two lane roads, but we arrived at our destination safe and sound. We went to the village of Nungwi. We got a bungalow on the beach for fifteen dollars a night. And when I say it was on the beach, I mean it was literally on the beach. It was a two minute walk to be in the water. It was just what we needed. We spent three days doing absolutely nothing. The beach had lots of tourists, but also lots of locals. At about 10 am the fishermen would come in with their catch in tow. Fresh tuna, red snapper, lobsters, and octopus. The local women would gather seaweed at low tide and there were lots of children (naked children) playing in the water. On the last day we went snorkeling. We sailed out on a traditional Dhow for two hours to an atoll on the way we say a dolphin swimming just a short distance from the boat. The boat stopped and dropped us in the water. The water was crystal clear. Andy had the time of his life! He spotted every fish from Finding Nemo except Nemo. After snorkeling for a few hours we got back onto the boat and sailed about twenty minutes to another beach for lunch. Lunch was fresh caught tuna, mangoes, pineapple, bananas, chapati, and salad. So good! After lunch it was back on to the boat and back to out hotel. The whole day cost ten dollars. The ı next day we traveled back to Stonetown and checked into our hotel, the Zenji. After our welcome cappuccinos we head out to explore the town. Stonetown is a maze of narrow windy streets. We walked along the water front and into the maze. All along the streets were little shops and restaurants. We stopped to get some lunch and got grilled sandwiches and fresh squeezed juice. I had Bango juice, it was a sweet tangy juice that tasted unlike anything I had ever tasted. After a little more exploring we headed to Mercury’s. Mercury’s is a restaurant on the water front that is a monument to Freddie Mercury, For all of you who do not know who Freddie Mercury is he was the lead singer for Queen and he was born in Stonetown. While wondering the streets we were always on the look out for the birth place of Freddie, but we never found it. We did however find a house with a sign telling us that it was not the house of Freddie Mercury. The next day we went to the Sultans Palace Museum, museum I must is a term that is used very loosely in this this case. The museum was mostly a collection of the furniture the Sultan had owned over the years. The Sultan had quite eclectic taste the collection included everything from Ming vases to Formica furniture from the 1950’s. While touring the museum we noticed that an intricately carved desk that was at least two hundred years old was sitting in puddle of water. So our tour guide and Trevor jumped over the barrier that was separating us from the furniture and moved the desk. After a few more hours of exploring we headed back to the hotel and enjoyed the air conditioning.
The next morning we left the island and head back to the main land. Due to our past experience in Dar es Salem we decided to head straight to the airport instead of exploring the city. We arrived at the airport about seven hours early. When we tried to check in for our flight the told us we could not check in until two hours before our flight. Even though Dar es Salaam is the capital city with six million people there was no where to sit except the floor. So we sat on the floor of the airport for 5 hours. Two hours before our scheduled flight time we tried to check in again. They told us to wait we still could not check in. One hour before our flight we still had not checked in. Then finally about 45 minutes before our flight was supposed to leave and we where still trying to check in we were told that our flight had been canceled and rescheduled for the next day. This would not have been nearly as annoying if we had not talked to at least six different people trying to check in and we had sat in the airport for 6 hours. Needless to say we were a little bit testy. It took another hour for a representative of Malawi Air to arrive. When he did arrive he informed us that they would put us up in a hotel for the night. My expectations were not high for the quality of the hotel the would put us up in, but I was very wrong. The hotel was amazing! We had room service and cable TV. Sitting at the airport for for seven hours sucked,but the hotel made it totally worth it. The following morning we got up to travel home. When we arrived at the airport we actually checked in for our flight and boarded the plane. All seemed to be going well until we landed and a man on the plane whom we had befriended came over to our seats and told us that we had not landed in Lilongwe, Malawi (our destination.) We went to the stewardess and asked where we were. She informed us that we where in Blantyre, Malawi and apologized. She then told us to get off the plane. Not knowing what we were supposed to do next we got off the plane, went through customs and were ushered to a waiting room full of people. We were then instructed to get back on the plane, which we did. The plane took off and landed in the right destination. There was no explanation ever given as to why we had landed in Blantyre. We then took a taxi back to Chipata, Zambia and we where finally home sweet home.

The Bat Migration of 2009

by Andy Fritz
Every year in Zambia’s Central Province is the single largest mammal migration on the planet. Millions of bats (around ten million this year) congregate in the caves and trees at Zambia’s Kasanka national park. They stay there from early October to early January which is the first few months into the rainy season. Ashlee and I planned on going with a group of volunteers form our province, but were waylaid by the beginning of the rainy season. The first heavy rains blew out a window in our house and poured through our roof in buckets(literally). Since I had planned on seeing this phenomenon last year, Ashlee sent me on my merry way to see the bats with a few other volunteers while she stayed in Mansa with a few sick volunteers and to keep an eye on the temporary rain protection I had put in place.

Those of us going down were able to hitch a ride with the Peace Corps truck on its way to Lusaka. They dropped us at our campsite for the next few days with all our food, gear, and bicycles for both Grayson (our nearest volunteer neighbor in Mansa) and I. Over the next few days we saw the bats numerous times and amazing wildlife. We had a park guide walk us around some of the park and point out some things, including hippos. While we didn’t see other major game, their tracks were everywhere in the morning when we woke up. Elephants passed right by our site in the night and we were not even aware.

We huddled together many times to wait out what were incredible storms, but by the last day the sun was shining. Grayson and I woke up at 3 am packed our bikes and made our way to the Guides’ camp by four. Our guide from the day before said that Grayson and I were free to cycle the 25 kilometer (15 mile) out of the park without a guide. So that began our 285 kilometer ' (171 mile) bike ride back to Mansa. Unaccompanied for an hour of bush riding through a national park with lions, crocodiles, hippos, and lord knows what else.

By midday we had crossed into Luapula Province via the largest bridge in Southern Africa. We rode continuously taking short breaks in the shade until close to dusk. With no hope of making it to our nearest volunteers house we set up our tent in the back of a farmers cassava field hidden from from view, ate a pile of food, and passed out hard. We woke the next morning to find we were less than 100 kilometers (60 miles) from Mansa. After a brief stop for a rest at a new volunteers house we were back on the road and in Mansa before late afternoon. While the national park was a great time, the two days on bike was equally fantastic.

Caterpillar season

So right now in Zambia it is caterpillar season, that is right - caterpillar, and I recently got to participate in the main activity of the season, going in to the bush and hunting caterpillars. It was a lot of fun. I was in Chipili Village with another volunteer assisting with an HIV/AIDS education and testing program when we were invited by the children to go with them to pick caterpillars in the bush. How could I say no? So Staci, the other volunteer I was visiting, and I headed into the woods with five children, the oldest of which was probably ten or eleven. Now at home I would never blindly follow a child into woods, but here I did not even think twice. We hiked just ten minutes way from Staci’s house and into the woods and right away the children started to yell. They then ran and started to climb different trees, Staci and I just stood there confused. We had no idea what had gotten them so excited, but soon we understood, when the each climbed down from their trees they had handfuls of bright green caterpillars. There are three different kinds of caterpillars that are eaten here, but the children informed us that the green ones are the best (I just took their word on that seeing that I had no desire to taste test caterpillars.) It took a good hour of hunting before Staci and I were able to spot the green caterpillars, I mean how are you supposed to see green caterpillars on green leaves ten to fifteen feet in the air? It was amazing, I swear the children could spot them from 10 yards away. Thankfully there are also black and white caterpillars that are quite easy to see and these are the ones that I mostly picked.

There are many types of caterpillars that can not be eaten, unfortunately Staci and I had no idea which caterpillars were good to eat and which were not. So the children kept a close eye on every caterpillar we put into our jars, and every once in a while the would remove one or two. When we would ask why they would shake their heads at us and just say “That one will make you itch.” We could never tell the difference between the good ones and the bad ones, to me they looked exactly the same. We collected three tin cans, one large peanut butter jar, and one large Tupperware full of caterpillars and we could have gotten many, many more, but we just ran out of containers to carry them home in.

When we returned home we had to kill and clean all the caterpillars before they could be cooked and eaten. To kill them you just squeeze them. And to clean them you once again just squeeze. When you squeeze them pushing from the head down all of there insides literally squirt out. Sounds gross, but actually it is pretty cool. After they are cleaned you boil them in salt water and they are ready to eat. I did taste one, it kind of tasted like beef jerky, but honestly I would not recommend them to anyone else, there is something about eating caterpillars that makes the gag reflex kick in. So even though caterpillars are not exactly suited to the American palette, they are very important to the Zambian diet. Most village children get little to no protein in their diets, meat is very expensive and fish is hard to find unless you live close to water, so caterpillars are very important part of a child's diet here in Zambia.

As much fun as I had caterpillar hunting I was actually in Chipili to work. Staci and I were doing HIV/AIDS education in preparation for a day of counseling and testing. We talked to the students at the high school and many of the people through out the community teaching about HIV/AIDS and encouraging them to be tested. When the counseling and testing team come from Mansa we had 85 people get tested. This was an amazing day for me. To help 85 people to get tested and know there status is huge accomplishment and was very proud to be a part of this program.

Zambian Independence Day

October 24 is Zambian Indepedence Day and Andy and I traveled to the nearby town of Samfya to celebrate with some other volunteers. Samfya is about 80 kilometers from Mansa and is located on Lake Bangwelu, one of the great lakes of Africa. One thing that you learn when living in Africa is that getting to where you are going is part of the adventure. Our transport on the way to Samfya was Toyota Carola with a manual transmission.

We had six people in the car, I had to ride on Andys lap the whole way, while we played dodge the pot hole. It was, to say the least, not comfortable. But once we arrived it was totally worth it.

After arriving and dropping our stuff at the house we where staying at we headed to the beach. That is right, a beach! We were not the only ones going to the beach, I think everyone in Samfya and about half of Mansa were also at the beach.

There were many different activities going on volleyball, football(or as we in Americaland call it soccer) and dug out canoe races, but mostly we just people watched (while being watched by other people.) But no matter where you are in Zambia you will be entertained by the children.

It was a great weekend, the beauty of Zambia just keeps amazing me. I have seen a lot of this country, but there is so much more to see.

Back to Normal in Zambia

Life in Zambia is back to normal for Andy and me. Our trip home was really nice and exactly what we needed. It was so nice to see all of our friends and family. And all of the delicious Americans food, well let's just say that both Andy and I gained at least a couple of pounds while we were home.

It has been pretty busy here in Mansa since we returned. We received seven new volunteers in Luapula this month and Andy has been busy preparing their sites for them and preparing them for their sites. Taking seven people shopping for everything they will need living in the village for the next two years is not an easy task. He now has all of the newbies safe and sound in their villages and now it is back to regular business. Regular business for Andy is managing the provincial house and office, supporting all of the volunteers in the province both mentally (Peace Corps can be quite stressful so this is a big part of his job) and with projects, being a go between between all of the Luapula volunteers and Peace Corps staff in Lusaka, and taking long bike rides all over Mansa district.

I have also been quite busy. I am currently working with three different schools here in Mansa, a preschool, a basic school, and school for tutoring grades nine and twelves. The basic school I am working with is a Seventh Day Adventist school in Mansa proper. It is a private school so the children at this school is quite privileged. At this school I am assisting a teacher to start a Art Club for students in grades three to seven. our first meeting is on Friday and it should be interesting, we currently have 52 students. I think it will be a lot of fun.

The preschool and tutoring for grades nine and twelve are very different. These schools are for OVCs (Peace Corps lingo for Orphans.) The schools are both located in the village and there are little to no resources. The students in grades nine and twelve come to after school sessions because they can not afford text books so they are not able to study out side of school on there own. In Zambia you have to pass exams at the end of grades 7,9, and 12 in order to go on to higher grades or on to college, so it is important that they pass their exams so that they can keep going in their education.

I am enjoying working at all of the schools, but I must admit that the preschool is my favorite. Right now we have 85 students between the ages of three and eleven. Even though it is a preschool we have older students because their guardians can not afford to buy them uniforms so they can not go to government school. We just split the children into two classes according to age to decrease the number of students we are teaching at once. Right now we are working on numbers, colors, and the alphabet. The school and students have no resources so everything that we use to teach I have to make myself. I have been very busy making posters and flash cards. I am really enjoying working with the little ones, and it is really rewarding.

Update

I know that may of you have been wondering what is going on with Andy and Ashlee. We had to go under the radar for a while as we planned a surprise visit for them to the States to surprise Ashlee's mom, Bev, and Andy's mom, Marti, for their 60th birthdays. After several month of careful planning they left Lusaka on September 1st and traveled to London, on to Chicago and landed in Kansas City on September 2nd in the evening. It was harder than you would think to get them from one place to the other without anyone finding out.
They didn't have a lot of requests other than food and a soft bed. Ashlee wanted chili dogs and tater tots with root beer floats the first night. I thought they were going to be sick but they both managed to keep on eating. Next was breakfast food, giant cold cut sandwiches, Popeye's chicken, American BBQ, some dirty Mexican and finished up with Italian and some Granite City. I thought they were going to pop, but they both just kept on eating.
We had a surprise party for Bev in Kansas City at the Brio Tuscan Grille on the Plaza on September 5th. There were 30 guests, including Andrea, from all over that made it to surprise Bev. It was a great success and we manage to pull it off without her even guessing. Now that is an accomplishment! Thanks to everyone who helped make it happen, I know it was a very special day for her and the rest of the family.
From KC they traveled back to Columbia for a couple of days to see the parents. From there they jumped in the car and headed to Michigan where they surprised Marti for her birthday as well. They had a surprise of their own as Andy's brother Brian and his wife were in Michigan after telling a long tale about having to go to Hawaii for a prepaid vacation, so they were pleasantly surprised to see Andy's family as well.
It flew by, but they were happy for the break and the visit with family and friends and of course the food. I think it was a good recharge for them to head back and keep on working hard to make a difference in a very different world.

Fargo in Mansa

Andy and Ashlee were watching Fargo when we spoke to them on Sunday. They were placed at their new site in Mansa, Zambia last week. They will be living in the Provincial House from now on. They are thrilled to be living in a house with running water, electricity and a working kitchen. There will be people coming and going so that will take some adjustment, but their room is at the end of the hall and they can close off a door to their area and have some privacy if they need it.

Their room is a good size and they have two closets and storage above the closets where they have put away all of their camping gear. They also have their own bathroom with sink, toilet and shower. They will share the kitchen but do have their own pantry and small refrigerator. They also have a maid and gardener that cares for the house and grounds so they mostly just have to keep the office in order. Ashlee said she will probably still do her own laundry except for the bedding which is still a daunting task. My how things change!

They have to house dogs, Stupid and Dammit, and a house cat, Chuck Berry. Ashlee said she was going to have to rename the dogs, but she said after being there for a week she now see how they got their names.

They already stocked up on groceries at the local ShopRite with green peppers, green beans, snap peas and baby corn. Ashlee was thrilled to have some color on their plates. They are very excited to have a well stocked grocery store at their disposal. They can't get bread at the market so Ashlee plans to make their bread. Flour is a provided house supply so she will be able to make the bread for next to nothing. They also get to have all of the excess food that the volunteers leave behind after their visits, so far Ashlee had made a carrot cake and some brownies with leftovers.

They don't speak any of the local language so they have been trying to pick up a few words of the local tongue. Ashlee has found several places that she may be able to volunteer including an Adventist school and a couple of orphanages. The maid and gardener also run an orphanage that she may help out with from time to time. Andy has been working on getting a bank account set up and getting the office organized. He will now have a vehicle, a Rover like the one we had while there, but it is currently in Lusaka, but it will be returned this week. One of the volunteers has been helping a women's group that makes and sells pottery. He was happy to learn of Andy's skills and admitted to faking it with the ladies and is happy to turn the reigns over. Andy is excited to help them with their techniques. They currently fire their pots by filling them with sticks and putting sticks around them and starting a fire. The fire doesn't get hot enough to make the pots very strong, so Andy is going to help them build a kiln.

Ashlee commented that the houses have much more creativity put into them in this area. The have decorative brick work in different colors and they have nice front porches with columns. They also make an effort to plant flowers and plants in the yard. There is actually variety in the design of the homes. Downtown Mansa has several three story buildings and paved streets which is also a change.

The drive up from Lusaka along the Luapua River Valley was incredibly beautiful. There were people in dugout canoes fishing and rowing around the marshy areas similar to the Chobe River. It is a totally different landscape than the Kasempa area.

Jeff update: Jeff is now back in the States getting physical therapy. As stated in the last entry he was run over by truck in Solwezi, we now know that the truck had absolutely no breaks and the driver has been arrested and will serve time in jail. Jeff's injuries include a broken cheekbone, nose, sternum and damage muscles where the vehicle ran over his legs, which is why he needs the therapy. It will be his decision if he wants to come back to Zambia. At least it looks like he will have a full recovery. Not sure I could make myself go back after that kind of trauma. Amazingly the truck did have insurance so it will cover all of the medical costs and he will get a cash settlement.

On the road again...

Andy and Ashlee were pulled from their site on Friday and they are now in Solwezi. They had to leave the site while the truck was in the area to get their stuff from the village. Now they will be at the provincial house for a week or so until someone comes to move them their new home across country. Dorris was going to cook a big meal and kill a chicken but Andy couldn't come home because he was helping with Jeff (see paragraph below). Everyone from the village had come by and asked what they were going to leave for them. Ashlee told them that they were not leaving anything to them because they will need it at their new home. They were not happy about that. She left a few things for Dorris but that was it. The villagers didn't seem to understand that they are moving to another house and will need their things. She said the men were running to scavenge the but they only left a few broken chairs in the kazanza. It was kind of a downer to see that they couldn't even wait for them to get out of sight.
Jeff, one of the volunteers we met while visiting, was hit by a truck outside the market the other day. The truck hit him and then ran over him outside the market. There were several volunteers in Solwezi at the time so they got him right to the hospital. His nose and jaw may be broken.They drove him to Chingola in an ambulance with an American doctor and then they flew him to South Africa as soon as the sun came up the next day. They won't know more about his condition until he gets access to a phone because the PC cannot tell them anything more because of confidentiality. They are confident that he will be fine but do not now if he will be returning to Zambia or not. Jeff was just placed a few months ago, so he was new to the area. It will ultimately be up to him if he wants to return.
Dad called and gave Ashlee his own state of the union address this morning. He filled her in on the Obama's low approval rating, California's mounting debt, the death of Michael Jackson, the murder of Steve McNair, the decrease in the wine industry and other issues in the news these days. She was aware of most of it on her Internet phone, but enjoyed the commentary.

"I am so excited about our new job. A shower, yeah!" Ashlee Fritz 12 July 2009

A new door opens

Ashlee was sitting on the couch sewing when we called this morning. The connect wasn't the best but it was dark and too creepy to sit outside on the phone. Andy was reading his book in bed. They we just wrapping up the day.
Ashlee was excited about some news they got this week. One of the directors in the Northeastern Province has fallen ill and needs to return to the States for treatment. She will not be fulfilling her commitment and there is a good chance that they will ask Andy to take the position. This the same job that Andy wanted to apply for their third year.If they take the job they may or may not stay for an additional year.It would depend on how things go. They would be relocated to Lulapula. If they stayed for a third year they would probably have to go to another province for the third year.
If they do make a move it would mean a more modern house with running water, electricity and computer access. Andy would also have a vehicle, likely one like the one we used on our trip there. Ashlee would likely have a full time job in the town. They have a foundation that makes bags and ships them around the country to markets in Lusaka and Livingston for sale. They currently only make one pattern of bag, but Ashlee could help them come up with another bag design or wallets as she has made several different types of bags in her time there. Another organization called Lulapula foundation educates on agriculture, nutrition, etc. similar to what they have been teaching in the village so she could also work with them.
Andy has worked a lot since they have been back but Ashlee hasn't had a lot to do. He has spent a lot of time on his bicycle. The PC is trying to get a new site 20k away from their location, Andy has been meeting with people there trying to work out the details. Lots of bike time back and forth.
If they get the new position would provide her more opportunities to contribute. She has been over to the hospital a couple of times, but that is all that is stirring right now. Ashlee would like to feel like she is doing something more. They are keeping their fingers crossed that it will happen, but don't want to get their hopes up. One more bonus would be that the Lulapula house where they would be living has a pedal sewing machine so that is an added bonus.
Hopefully the door to this new possibility will swing wide open and they can try something new for a while. That is if it is meant to be.

Happy Birthday Andy!

Andy and Ashlee had a houseful of guests when we spoke to them on Sunday. It was Andy's 32nd birthday and Ashlee had been spoiling him all day. She started with French toast for breakfast, baked beans and corn bread for lunch and gumbo for dinner. After seeing how much work goes into preparing food at their house I can appreciate what a gift that truly is. Kersey and a two others were visiting and it sounded like they were enjoying each other's company.
They actually had just return a few days earlier from Lusaka where the were taking some exams. They were delayed a few days on their return as Ashlee was sick and had a fever. She decided that a day on the bus with a fever and not able to drink any water as there is no toilet was not a fun time. So they stayed on a few days for recovery. They will now be at home for the next several months in the hut, but are looking forward to being in one place for a while.
Hope Andy enjoyed his day.

Getting acquainted

We survived our first night in the hut with a few aches and pains. The roosters started early but we manages to stay in bed for a while. After a breakfast of leftover rice with cinnamon and sugar and some coffee we loaded into the Rover to check out the area. We headed into town where we picked up Jeff, a new volunteer from Boston. From there we took a dirt road 20 or so miles out to Jeff's site. He was recently placed and is getting adjusted. He does not speak the language yet and no one in his village speaks English so it is a bit of a challenge. He eats dinner with his host family so he is picking things up slowly.
The village had just built Jeff a new rack for his dishes. The wood was so clean and bright. The construction was quite beautiful. When we arrived we were greeted by several of the village children. They came running with the stools from their homes as a gesture of kindness to provide seats for us. I had fun taking pictures of the kids and then showing them the screen on my camera. It was cool to see their faces as they recognized their friends in the photo and then the light would go off as they recognized themselves, maybe for the first time in a photo.From there we piled back in the truck and drove back to Kasempa and back down the road that we traveled on the way in from Solwezi to the tree farm, Andy has been working on the project with Joseph, an educated man from the village and the owner of their hut. They are worried that the villagers may someday try to destroy the tree farm because they are jealous of Joseph and have previously taken it out on him by beating his father and burning his house down. So far they have not had any trouble, but it is a ways out of town which may give it some protection. They are planning to tell the people that it is bad juju to harm the trees which will probably keep them away. Fingers crossed. There was a large open structure with a thatch roof and a long log that was burning at one end in the center of the space. Andy described how the caretaker for the tree farm often stays there at night and it is a shelter for the crew and a place to cook a meal. There are several acres of land that have been cleared of trees and brush only the termite hills remain. There are many more acres yet to be cleared and that work is ongoing although no new saplings can be planted until the dry season passes. There are rows and and rows of saplings ranging from 10-24" high. Around each sapling are a several large sticks to mark the planting. It will be 20 years or more before the trees can be harvested, but the chief of the village is also starting a tree farm so there will be many jobs created for the next several years which will help to boost the local economy.

We dropped Jeff off in town on our way back to BA Fritz. We had to get back pretty early as the sun goes down early and it takes a couple of hours to prepare food. Ashlee got right to work on a traditional Zambian meal consisting of nshima, a corn meal mush the consistency of Playdough, with relishes of rape, soya pieces and beans all sauteed with tomatoes and onions. Can't say it was the tastiest thing I have tried, but it was good to try something truly local. It is shocking to me that the people live on nshima three meals a day every day. No fresh fruit or vegetables. No seasonings other than a pinch of salt. No meat. No variety. I know I am a food lover but wouldn't life be that much less enjoyable without the variety of foods we have available to us in the States?

Tosh barked up a storm all night, but at least she was keeping whatever was out there at bay. The roosters were having their own musical battle all night long. Funny how I can fall asleep to the TV any time but the sound of a few dogs and chickens kept me up for hours. We have to be on the road at dawn for the 9+ hour drive back to Lusaka on our two day journey to Livingston.

Welcome to BA Fritz

The Royal Solwezi offered a good English breakfast. We filled our tummies and then loaded the truck to hit the road for Kasempa. We traveled the narrow paved road past clusters of mud brick huts most of the 2 hour trip. We arrived at the Kasempa Seventh Day Adventist Church near the end of Sabbath School and the ladies joined a class while the guys went to check the air pressure in one of the tires that was running low. We strained to comprehend the English being spoken by the teacher. At some point I noticed that Mom had given up on trying. The accent was thick but thanks to my Andrews multicultural education I was able to get most of it.

The church was built similarly to the mud brick homes only the roof was built of a ad hock wood trusses. The connections between the crooked members were scary but somehow it seemed to be holding together. There were cotton curtains on the windows and fake flowers on the podium not unlike many Adventist churches in the States.

After several beautiful a Capella songs with complex harmony that it is hard to believe just comes naturally the elders filed in and a long session of announcements began. We were asked to stand and were welcomed one by one. The pastor gave the sermon in English and one of the elders translated into the local language. The church was full of children and women and we later learned that the men were evangelizing to outlying villages that day. After the service was over they made a couple of short announcements they asked Mom to say a few words about the Columbia Seventh Day Adventist Church that has become a sister church to them. They told us that the pews we were sitting and the recent repairs to the church were made possible by their donation. They were very thankful and hoped that they would be remembered in the future.

We made a quick escape as Ashlee feared we would be asked to stay for lunch which would mean strange food and several hours of difficult conversation. Because of our delay the day before due to rain we were behind schedule for all that they had planned for us. So we headed over to the market for a couple of ingredients Ashlee needed and to take a look at the local market. This was much more of a manageable speed for me. It was a similar set up to the market in Solwezi but about a fifth the size and not bustling or crowded. There was still trash everywhere on the ground. We looked at kitenge and other interesting offerings in the various shops and met Andy and Aundre who were hanging out with Andy's friend, Alvin, and a new volunteer to the area, Jeff. From the market we drove out to the hospital campus to visit Andy and Ashlee's friends, the doctor, his wife and their three kids. The campus had fairly modern buildings with running water and electricity. We had a cold glass of water, the first in a few days, and sat and chatted for a while. The baby girl was bubbly and smiling the whole time and the boys popped in and out sneaking peaks of the strangers. From there we headed back to the main road and the down a dirt path. More than once Andy had to stop and move a log or check a culvert. We bumped along for 2o-30 minutes with glimpses of houses and gardens between the tall grasses. Andy jumped out and grabbed his machete and slashed a wider path so we could back the Rover up near the house. The kids came running as soon as they heard the truck and by the time we exited the vehicle there were a dozen or so kids all around. Ashlee made a quick sweep the house to check for intruder of all types, but found it clean. We unpacked the baggage and groceries and Ashlee and Andy took turns giving us tours of the grounds. The kazanza, or cooking hut, the outhouse, the shower the garden, the compost heap, etc. Ashlee, Mom and Andrea headed up to the mill to get the corn pounded for dinner the next day at the mill up the path. I played with Tosh for quite a while. Such a happy dog, but clueless to the concept of fetch. Mostly she just wanted to jump on me or sit on my feet. She seemed to understand that we were family right away and took to taking orders and begging for affection.

Ashlee got started on dinner right away. She made a stir fry with all local ingredients. She wanted to give us a taste of what one of their typical African meals are like. The stir fry consisted of tomatoes, onions, sweet potatoes, soya and greens that she served over rice. Soya is a dried soy bean product that is in chunks that can be rehydrated and are tofu-like. Many of the volunteers use is to help keep some protein in their diet. The dark sneaked up on us as we ate, and with no light other than that of the moon we sat in a circle of the kazanza and sipped on an after dinner cocoa or tea.

We headed for bed early. Andrea and Ashlee shared a two man tent set up next to the kitchen, Andy found a private spot out back for his tent, Mom snuggled up on the couch behind the mosquito net and Aundre and I tucked ourselves in A&A's fortress-like bed only after stuffing the three brooms under the door to keep the snakes out. We must have laid there for a couple of hours whispering about the day and jumping at every little sound. It wasn't long until we could hear Mom gently snoring. More than once I made Aundre shine the light around the room just to double check, but ultimately there were not any visitors in the night. Tosh was hard at work scaring everything away with her barks which was a disturbance, but we were still thankful she was there keeping whatever was out in the African night away from the house.