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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Saudade

Ever had nostalgia triggered by something that was never actually a part of your life?

Case in point: I'm in the middle of rural Mozambique, visiting a health training centre. It is early evening and I am spending a couple of hours working on my computer in one of the classrooms. At 6:30pm, the students, freshly laundered from their day in training and looking spiffy (one was in a cocktail dress while another was in plaid pyjamas!), traipse in and turn on the television. On tap are two Brazilian telenovelas - or soap operas - back to back, draped in as much Brazilian telenovelaness as possible. Let's just put this out in the open right away: during the three years that I lived in Brazil, I watched maybe five partial telenovela episodes. That's like 1.67 episodes per year. But here I am, in rural Mozambique with a bunch of Mozambican kids (well, young adults, I guess) riveted by the B-level drama playing out in front of me. And there I was, feeling highly nostalgic about something that I basically ignored while I had the chance!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Typo or Freudian Slip?

Last week, I wrote an email to a couple of colleagues informing them that I was just completing a document that I had been writing, but that due to my departure for the internetless wilds of Mozambique, I would have to delegate my final two pending documents to another colleague. When I reread my email upon my return to the land of the internet, I realised that it had gone something like this: In any case, that's what I was hoping to do and I lose my internest connection at 6am tomorrow.

Hmmmmm ... was that supposed to be my internet connection or my interest connection?? Let's just say that we have been preparing these documents for a loooooong time....

Sunday, November 16, 2008

How to Eat a Mango in 15 Easy Steps¹

A Guide for Small Children

1. Get stripped down to your skivvies.
2. Get a partially pealed child-sized mango from your mom.
3. Use your chubby little fingers to further peel it.
4. Lick the juice off of your fingers as you peel.
5. Start sucking on the pulp of the mango.
6. Get mango pulp all over your face.
7. Peel more skin and suck more pulp.
8. Wipe your juicy hands on your distended belly.
9. Drop the mango in the sand.
10. Pick it up and keep sucking on it.
11. Try to catch the drips as they run down your chin.
12. Shake your hands in the air to try and clean them off.
13. Get carried away by your mom and get hosed off.
14. Put your clothes back on.
15. Grin!

¹ Inspired from a day spent in rural Inhambane

Saturday, November 15, 2008

This Ain't Kansas Anymore


Yup, I'm feeling like I'm in Africa these days! These huts are the mainstay of rural Mozambique. A sight I loved was while driving through a Maputo shantytown/informal settlement: nestled in amongst the jumble of hastily constructed concrete and very square one-room houses, was one of these round huts with a thatched roof. I loved it! Someone who needed tradition more than anything else. Next time I pass, I'll try to get a photo.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

A Welcome to Mozambique Nosebleed

Thirty-six hours after leaving home on Friday, I arrived in Maputo, Mozambique and was welcomed with a nosebleed! Yes, while waiting for my luggage to come off the conveyor belt at the airport, my nose started to unsurreptitiously bleed! I was caught totally by surprise since in all my travels - and long-haul flights are the main reason why my carbon footprint is not in the saintlier than the saints category - I've never gotten a nosebleed from changes in air pressure. Fortunately two women standing next to me were extraordinary speedy in whipping out all kinds of tissues and clean wipes so that I could take care of myself without having to worry about hauling all my carry on luggage around trying to find the washroom while bleeding from the nose. In any case, things quickly got better, my nose acclimatised to its new environment, my bag arrived, my visa was procured and someone from the office picked me up. We headed to the hotel and all was well!

Tomorrow morning, I am off again, seven hours up the coast to the rural town of Massinga in the province of Inhambane. It's definitely off the grid....

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

No, I'm not getting married! I'm planning a reading list that will hopefully carry me through 40+ hours of flying, not including airport transfer times, during a three week trip to Mozambique which starts on Friday. I'm hoping that four books will be enough, but if not, the Johannesburg airport has a terrific library filled with regional fiction and non-fiction that is not easily attainable outside of Africa, so I *should* be okay. So, without further ado ...

The List:

Something Old: I've been reading my Portuguese copy of A Mulher que Escreveu a Biblia, or The Women who Wrote the Bible by Brazilian author Moacyr Scliar for quite some time now. The writing isn't difficult, but somehow the comparative ease of reading something in English keeps getting in the way and attracting me to other books. I'm determined to finish this one on this trip. Scliar is the author whose relatively unknown outside of Brazil book Max and the Cats was the "inspiration" for Yann Martel's Life of Pi which then went on to win the 2002 Man Booker award and much fame....

Something New: I picked up a copy of The Shadow of the Wind by Spanish author Carlos Ruiz Zafón at a book sale at work last week. Being described as “Gabriel Garcia Márquez meets Umberto Eco meets Jorge Luis Borges for a sprawling magic show” by the New York Times Book Review was enough for me to pick this one up.







Something Borrowed: Back in August I borrowed a copy of The Trouble with Africa: Why Foreign Aid Isn't Working from friend Ysa. Written by Canadian Robert Calderisi, the book is an undiplomatic and frank look at why he thinks foreign aid in Africa often hasn't ended up making a difference. Fortunately, he labels Mozambique as one of the few countries that is doing the things right and should be on the donors' list for assistance, so I won't need to get myself in too much of a moral quagmire.



Something Blue: The last book on my list is The Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela. It's blue both because of the blue swash on the cover and because I suspect that there will also be some pretty blue moments in the text, like, oh, the twenty-seven years that Mandela spent in prison....



Overall, I think that I have a balanced list. Some fiction, some non-fiction. Some to relax with, and others to reflect upon.

May the reading begin!