Sunday, January 23, 2011

Rwanda: Gorilla Trekking

Gorilla Trekking is one of the main tourist attractions in Rwanda.  The country is home to several families of endangered mountain gorillas.  There are seven different gorilla families, all of which live in Volcanos National Park, in the north of the country.  Access to the gorillas is limited - each family is visited by eight people each day, which means only 56 permits are issued per day.  Permits are expensive, and you only get to spend an hour with the gorillas - but the experience is beyond compare.  Also, most of the money goes directly into conservation for the gorillas and the surrounding communities.
Everyone who holds a permit meets at the base of Volcanos National Park at 7am on the day of the trek.  The “park rangers” then split the people into groups (one group for each gorilla family) and you get a briefing about the particular family you are going to see.  They tell you the names of the gorillas and a general overview of the family - how many silverbacks, juveniles, and babies there are.  Then, it’s back into the vehicles for a drive to your hike start point.  Volcanos National park has several mountains, and the gorilla families are spread across them, which means that the groups going to each family do different hikes.
Once you get to the hike launch point, you have to walk through fields to get to the forest.  There is a big “buffalo wall” surrounding the jungle - this is to keep farm animals out and the jungle animals in.  Once you cross into the forest, how long you have to walk to find the gorillas is anyone’s guess - could be 20 minutes, could be 3 hours.  It all depends on where the gorilla family decided to nest the night before.  The rangers have a system though - there are people that stay near the gorillas from 7am through 7pm (when they nest for the evening) so the rangers know exactly where they are leading you.
Seeing the gorillas was incredible - you are literally 2-3 feet away from these amazing creatures.  They are so human in their movements!  They really can’t be bothered that they are being observed at such close range by people (as you can see from the pictures).  One of the silverbacks actually got up and walked right through the middle of our group!  Interestingly, the gorillas also do not drink water - the plants that they eat resemble celery...and there is a large amount of water contained in the plant.  Our guide actually let us try some - I can safely say that I do not like gorilla food!  
All in all, I have to say that the gorilla trekking has been the best thing I’ve done in Africa so far.  The pictures really show it all.


These pictures are of the scenery on our drive north to the city of Ruhengeri, which is the town that the gorilla treks leave from.  Rwanda is such a beautiful country - rolling hills, terraces with farms, small houses - it's definitely what you think of when you picture the "romantic" Africa.



This is Volcanos National Park - it is a rain forest, so the clouds you see in the pictures are quite normal.  There are three dormant volcanos in the park - this is also where Dian Fossey lived and worked!
  

Here we are at the trekking meeting point - this is right before the rangers split you up into groups and assign you your gorilla family!



The name of our gorilla family was Kwitonda (named for the silverback in the group, Kwitonda).  Kwitonda is the second oldest gorilla - almost 40 years old!  Apparently, the gorillas can live to be up to 55 years old!


Here we are walking through the fields to the forest, and crossing the buffalo fence to be in the forest proper!  The vegetation was very thick - we only had a 30 minute walk to find the gorillas, but it was definitely strenuous, thus the walking sticks!




Now it was time for the main event - the gorillas!!!









This silverback walked right through the middle of our group - we could have reached out and touched him!






 T
his was the baby of our group - there was only one true baby in the family, and we just got a quick glimpse of him - I was lucky to get the shot!


This big guy is Kwitonda, the number one male of the group - he's huge!!



Here we are with our guide at the conclusion of the hike - we got certificates for finishing!  Notice how my certificate is upside down...typical.  Sigh LOL.

After our trek, we went to a nearby ex-poacher's village.  These are people who used to poach animals (both gorillas and other animals) in the jungle.  The government got them to stop, b/c the gorillas are Rwanda's main source of tourist income.  They encouraged the poaches to set up a cultural village, where they demonstrate Rwandan traditions.  They had us dress up as the "queen" (that was me), the "princess" (that was Jill) and the "queen's advisor" (that was Vicky...who couldn't figure out how she got such a boring role haha.  They performed lots of dances - all inside, because of the rain - it was very entertaining...and I even got to do a little dancing myself!






These kids mugged for the camera at the end of our hike - they really enjoyed posing!




Thursday, January 20, 2011

Rwanda: Kigali & The Genocide Museum

I am splitting my Rwanda posts into two - one that focuses on the country as a whole, and one that focuses on gorilla trekking.  The two topics are so different that I think they deserve their own posts.  So, without further ado, here is the first Rwanda post...it’s long, but I had to document it all - I’ll never forget this trip.
First, a little history lesson on Rwanda - if you are like me, you don’t know much about the country other than the fact that there was a massive genocide in 1994.  The truth of the matter is that the killing started back in the 50’s, and the division of the Rwandan people came much before.  When the Belgium settlers first came to Rwanda, they decided that the Tutsis (the minority) and the Hutus (the majority) were different races and started to enforce the differences, which were often based on physical features.  Prior to colonization, there was no division - Hutus and Tutsis had lived together and were even intermarried.  Now, two distinct groups were created (they even had to carry cards that identified their ethnic group), and the Belgians gave power to the minority Tutsis.  Resentment grew, and the Hutus started killing Tutsis in coordinated attacks starting in the mid 1950s.  It was at that time that many Tutsis left the country.  Killing occurred on both sides, but the Hutu was massing an unofficial army of young people with one purpose - to kill Tutsis and moderate Hutus (those who sympathized with the Tutsis). Matters came to a head in April 1994, when the plane carrying the president (who was a Hutu) was shot down as it came in to land at Kigali (the capital city).  No one knows who shot down the plane, and we probably never will.  What mattered what was happened next - a systematic killing of Tutsis.  During the next 3 months, over a million people were killed - men, women, and children.  Neighbors killed neighbors, friends killed friends, and often in terrible ways - mostly hacked by machete.  Incredibly, women and children were sometimes the most targeted - the Hutus wanted to make sure that the Tutsis would never be able to reproduce.  Their goal was total annihilation of the Tutsis.  They nearly got it - Rwanda has only 10 million people, and by the time the killing stopped, 75% of the citizens had fled..or were lying dead in the streets.  The bodies were piled everywhere - in Kigali, dogs feasted on the flesh of the dead.  The speed and efficiency with which the killings were done suggest nothing other than this was meticulously planned in advance and executed flawlessly.  The scariest part of this is that the UN (and the world) did nothing - it’s estimated that the 5,000 troops that were sent to help evacuate the ex-pats from the country would have been more than enough to stop the killing, if only they had been given permission to do so.
In the past 16 years, Rwanda has established a presidential republic, and the country is now under control.  Government control is very tight - humanitarian groups often complain that the government infringes on human rights, but it is one of the safest countries in Africa as well as one of the least corrupt.  This was about the extent of my knowledge when I left for my trip...I was about to find out a whole lot more.
Vicky, Jill, and I flew out early early on Friday - landed in Kigali at 7am.  Arthur, our driver, picked us up at the airport and we started our adventure!  The first thing that struck me was how clean Rwanda is - Arthur explained that all Rwandans have a sense of pride in their country, and that they take pride in keeping it clean.  On the last Saturday of the month, every Rwandan goes outside and picks up trash!  Unbelievable, especially considering how dirty Kenya is.  Rwanda also prohibits plastic bags - yet another effort to keep things clean.  The next thing that jumped out at me was the infrastructure - there are sidewalks on every road, and the roads are of extremely good quality - none of the potholes and broken pavement that characterize Nairobi roads.  Part of this is because everything is fairly new (it’s all been rebuilt since ‘94), and it’s also because there’s such an infusion of money from countries around the world.  Money is given, honestly, because the world has guilt for looking the other way in ’94.  Beyond the guilt factor is the fact that the government has such tight control in Rwanda that doners/nations know the money will be used appropriately. 
First stop on the tour was the Genocide Museum.  The museum opened in 2004, on the 10th anniversary of the genocide.  The museum consists of gardens outside and three indoor exhibits.  There are approximately 10 outdoor gardens, each with a different theme - forgiveness, denial, unity, and division are just some of the concepts illustrated through flowers and water features.  There are also mass graves - over 250 thousand Rwandans are buried here, and more are added as graves are discovered across the country.  Most will never be identified.  The interior of the museum has 3 sections - the first was dedicated entirely to the Rwandan genocide.  It was very haunting - pictures of bodies piled on top of each other, the horrifying story of the killings, the scars left on the survivors...both mental and physical.  There were piles of skulls and leg bones, and clothing that had been gathered from those murdered.  One of the articles of clothing was a Manchester United shirt - very jarring to see something so innocuous with holes where a machete had punctured it.  The second exhibit was an overview of some of the genocides that have occurred throughout history - the Holocaust, Cambodia, Bosnia, Kosovo - it was shaming to see how little I knew about the horrors of Pol Pot in Cambodia, and even the events in Bosnia - and it was just a few years ago.   The third exhibit was the hardest to see - it was dedicated entirely to the child victims of the Rwandan genocide.  Families donated their last (and sometimes only) pictures of their children to the museum, who enlarged them and made them into window coverings, so that the sun shone through them.  It was very difficult to see a smiling child’s face, and read the plaque below the picture.  I can’t find the words for the feelings I had when I read a child’s name and their favorite food, or their personality trait - then read how they died (hacked by machete, drowned in front of their parents, shot in the head).  Perhaps the most haunting were the children who had  final quotes...things like “mama, where do I run to?” or “don’t worry, the (UN) army will save us”.  For once, I’m without words to describe it.
For me, the most amazing thing is how the Rwandan people have moved on and look toward the future with hope. It was so surreal to talk to someone - and have them say “yes, my family lives in Kigali - but my sister and mother were killed in the genocide”.   How do you respond to something like that?  I heard from some people that they have forgiven, but that they will never forget.    In a sense, they can never forget, because they lived through it, tourists are always asking - and the evidence of the past is all around them.  To be in a situation where such atrocities have been committed...but yet, there is no choice but to come together and move on....that takes a strength that I don’t know that I have.  
Kigali wasn’t all reflection and sadness though - we had a GREAT lunch on Friday at a coffee shop that overlooked the beautiful hills of Kigali - Rwanda isn’t called “Land of 1000 Hills” for nothing.  We left Friday mid-afternoon for Ruhengari (the place for gorilla trekking, more on that later) and returned on Saturday afternoon.   Saturday night was an absolute blast - we had dinner at an amazing restaurant called Republica.  The entire restaurant was outside, overlooking the hills.  The man who owned the travel company we booked through is well known throughout Rwanda - and his cousin owned the restaurant!  Both of them ended up eating with us, and it seemed like every time someone came in the door, our new friends knew them - and invited them to sit with us!  We met several interesting characters and had some interesting conversations - follow up with me if you want to learn more!  One of the guys we met was actually from Toledo!  He grew up in Wisconsin, but apparently his family has a lot of strong Toledo ties, so we shared some midwest stories.  It ended up being quite a late and boozy night - good thing Rwanda is super safe - you don’t have to worry about getting a taxi at 3am!  Rwanda is definitely someplace I could live and work, and without a doubt everyone needs to get see this beautiful country!


 Here's Vicky and I at Republic - behind us are Manzi (the owner of the tour company) and Adam, the guy with roots in Toledo!  You can't see it very well, but the view was incredible - just a lot of little lights on the hill.  V said it looked like "fairy lights" - accurate description.
 Skyline of Kigali - that's their first skyscraper - it's still under construction, but when it's complete, it will house bank offices.
 This is the outside of the Genocide Museum...
 These are two pictures of the fountain that is right outside the entrance.  They were cleaning it (which was a shame, as I would have liked to see it running.  The water represents life.  Every year in April, the flame of the fountain is lit to symbolize the victims of the genocide - fire represents death.  The fire burns for 100 days, which was the length of the genocide.  The elephant statues (pictured above) are on either end, symbolizing the fact that Rwanda will never forget what happened during those days.
 The following snaps are shots of the gardens at the Genocide Museum - each one symbolized something different - themes included death, rebirth, denial, and forgiveness.  There were 11 gardens total.  I spent some time in each, just reflecting.



 Mass graves...more people are entombed here as more and more secret graves are discovered around the country.
 Here is the roundabout (I kept calling it "the circle", much to Vicky's delight) in the middle of town - look how nicely manicured it is!  You would definitely NOT find this in Nairobi!
 Streets of Kigali - paved roads?  Sidewalks?  Median plantings?  We're not in Nairobi anymore, Toto!

This is the Kigali International Airport! 
This is Hotel des Mille Collines - the real Hotel Rwanda

Never Race A Kenyan

This past week has been very hectic, work wise - we are hosting a “consultative meeting” next Monday here in Nairobi.  Up until this point, we’ve been meeting with folks independently, so this meeting is the first time that all our stakeholders will be in the same place.  The purpose of the meeting is to review our findings so far, get these stakeholders familiar with each other, then get their input on our proposed operating model and deployment plan.  Very exciting - but also a LOT of work and late nights preparing...which leads me to today’s story.
We’ve had early starts and pretty late finishes all week - which means my gym schedule has been a bit off and I see more people than I usually do when I work out in the early mornings.  I worked out Tuesday afternoon, and when I finished, it was just before sundown.  The gym is literally only a 10 minute walk, we live in a relatively safe neighborhood, and I know people who walk alone after dark, but I was still a little nervous.  So, I decided to jog home.  I had just started when a kid (probably 10 or 11) came up to me and asked what I was doing (I should say that it’s very “muzungo” to be going around outside in a workout outfit - no one does this).  I told him that I had just finished in the gym and was trying to get a little more running done.  He looked at me slyly and asked if I wanted to race.  I’m thinking...of course...I can take this kid.  So we set off running...and I never had a chance.  I know I’m not a speed runner, but I thought I could take this kid...yeah, right.  By the time I arrived at the end of the road, I was huffing and puffing, and he was just standing there smiling.  I had to laugh...as I was gasping.  I bought the kid a soda from the shack/shop at the end of our street and walked away much humbler...and the moral of the story, kids, is....never race a Kenyan.
Rwanda posts (and pics) coming soon....

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

A Monday Is A Hashing Day!

As most of you know, prior to my assignment in Nairobi I was training for the Dallas White Rock Marathon.  Accepting this project meant that I missed out on the race - despite all the (early morning) training I had done.  One of the reservations I had about coming to Kenya was my ability to keep up my running regimen - it’s really become part of my life, and I didn’t want to lose it.  I also was concerned that I would not be able to run outdoors, due to the security situation here.
Enter the Hash House Harriers.  What are the Hash House Harriers, you ask?  Well, it’s a group of people that enjoying running, drinking beer, and eating - three things that I absolutely love.  The group meets once a week, at different locations around Nairobi, and does an outdoor run.  The run is “set” (marked) by a different person each week.  That person is called the “hare” and is the host of that week’s activities.  The run course is marked with white chalk dots - they are spaced out, so that the runners have to find the path on their own.  Places where the road splits is called a “check” - you have to send runners in both directions to see which path has the white dots.  When you find 3 white dots going in one direction, you know you’ve found the right path!  Runners yell “on on” to indicate to those behind them that the group is on the right track.  There’s typically a long and a short run - the path for the two is the same up until the “hold” - which is the break point in the middle.  Food and drinks (including beer!) are almost always available at the hold.  Long runs are usually about 8K, and the short run is around 5K.  I prefer the long runs - the distance is definitely doable for me, it’s the pace that gets me - there are some pretty fit folks in the club, so it’s helping me with the speed aspect of my training.  
Usually the runs are hosted at one of the member’s houses.  When the run is done, the group gets together for the “circle”, and the “misdemeanors” and associated “down downs” are handed out.  Basically, members are called out on any bad behavior or anything notable they did that week - and it all has a slightly naughty tone.  If you are given a misdemeanor - for example, I got one last week for being slightly late to the run (this was obviously a pretty tame one).  You are then given a “down down”, which is a big mug of beer.  You have to finish the mug before the group finishes counting to 10, otherwise they dump it on your head!  They also have a group down down device - basically, 3 plastic mugs nailed to a 2x4.  This is for handing out misdemeanors that involve more than one person.  After the down downs, a member of the club named Glug Glug (more on that later) sings a song out of the official hash club song repertoire.  These songs are definitely off-color...topics include whores, masturbating, and shitting on the floor.  It’s a sing along....hilarious!  Glug Glug is about 65 years old...funny to see someone that looks like your grandmother singing about such things with such enthusiasm.  After the circle, it’s time to eat and socialize!
The last thing to know about the hash is that everyone is assigned a hash name.  This is what the club calls you - real names are rarely used.  Names are earned - you have to show up several times before you get one.  I’m still waiting for mine - although (surprise surprise) the names are usually pretty off-color, and are often based on some embarrassing thing you did in the company of the hash, so I’m not in any hurry!
There are lots of ex-pats in the group, including many Accenture folks and members of our “extended network” of friends.  The hash also organizes trips to relays, etc around Kenya - there are some races coming up in February/March that sound like a lot of fun!  Hopefully I’ll be able to work at least one of those into my schedule. 
The thing I like best is that you get to see so much of Nairobi...and you are able to run in places that definitely would not be safe alone.  It’s also a bit dirty - it’s not uncommon to have to cross rivers, run through forests, shanty towns, and dodge animals - I was nearly tripped by a goat my first week!  That was also the week I had to jump a big river of decidedly unclean water - soooo glad I made it across!  I will definitely be doing more adventure runs when I get back to Texas - I take back everything I ever said about running dirty - providing there is a hot shower at the end, of course!
On On!!




Here are a few hashers running through a shanty town just outside Nairobi.  The kids were chasing us and yelling "keep it up" - so cute!  We definitely get a lot of looks from people - but often they are helping us out (they saw the hare setting the run the day before)!


Sinners and Saints run the hash!!


 Some of the scenery during our runs....


Through a farmer's field...complete with irrigation ditches.  We actually saw some pot growing in one of these fields - the farmers were definitely watching us closely!





 
What a lovely layout at the hold - water and fruit juice...the hare for this week was given a misdemenour for failing to provide booze!

Here's the group taking a rest at the hold - watermelon slices and Tusker for all!

Picking our way through the tall grass!  Thats Prisca leading the charge - with Jason right behind!