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To Give or Not To Give?

To Give or Not To Give?

To give or not to give? This is my question. The Malawian kids have no doubt about it: they all tell you “Give me my money.” It is hardly a pressing request, and is as easily said as the Malawian greeting “Hello, how are you?”. Not one tourist I know gives the child money when asked in...
Goodbye Sengabay

Goodbye Sengabay

To mark my farewell from Sengabay and the Baptist Medical Clinic my housemates and I organised a goodbye party. We put some chairs out, prepared drinks and snacks, played a little music. Our first ‘guests’ brought stacks of plastic chairs with them: the small gathering of seats that we had set up extended to a...
Colours

Colours

My last blog may have been a bit gloomy, which does injustice to life in this bright town. Each day the sun beats down from a cloudless sky, light bounces off every surface. It has been dry season for months so the grass, sand and hills are now all a shade of brown or beige. But colour hides...
A Nightmare

A Nightmare

It was a nightmare. It started with me fainting: one moment I heard my roommates talking, the next all was black around me. When I came to, I followed Thea out of the car and we made our way through throngs of people lying on the floor. Thea started muttering when we passed a little...
Home-based Care Program Sengabay

Home-based Care Program Sengabay

We enter the house carrying a little red suitcase filled to the brim with painkillers, soap, plastic gloves and other medicine. We duck our heads as we go through the doorpost. The family welcomes us; Muli bwanji?, and guides us to a small room at the back of the house. Sunbeams fall through holes in the wall, leaving...
HOE IS HET DAAR?

HOE IS HET DAAR?

Ik ben nu ruim anderhalve week in Malawi en via mijn telefoon komt steeds die ene vraag binnen: “Hoe is het daar?” Blij ben ik met die berichtjes, want het is hier fijn maar ook erg rustig. Het is wennen om na een half jaar constant mensen ontmoeten, maanden waarin je het leven beleeft met...
Travelling; so predictable.

Travelling; so predictable.

‘Travelling,’ she sighed. ‘So predictable.’ ‘What’s wrong with travelling?’ ‘Avoiding reality more like.’ ‘I think reality is over-rated,’ he said in the hope that this might come across as dark and charismatic. She sniffed. ‘S’alright, I suppose, for those who can afford it. Why not just say “I’m going on holiday for two years”? It’s...
Vertrek en Aankomst Malawi

Vertrek en Aankomst Malawi

Zondag veertien/9/2014 15:00     We staan voor de douane op Schiphol en als grapje zeg ik tegen mijn uitzwaaiers “zullen we nu dan maar gaan huilen?”. Tot mijn verbazing ben ik het die in snikken uitbarst. Ik ben gespannen en vermoeid en wil helemaal niet weg bij mijn lieve mamaatje. Maandag vijftien/9/2014 11.30     De gezagvoerder...
Blues-Fusion Dancing: Go Dance It On The Mountain

Blues-Fusion Dancing: Go Dance It On The Mountain

I had found a treasure. Standing there under the stars staring at the mountains’ silhouettes, feeling the warmth of bodies swaying in unison to electronic music, I was thankful to be part of what was happening here. I was in Paonia, Colorado, where I and a few dozen other dancers had pitched up our tents to...
A Guy from Iowa

A Guy from Iowa

It may have been my greatest adventure to date: going to Iowa. How does visiting a state known for its corn fields and wind turbines qualify as adventure? Well, because I went to see a man. A guy from Iowa, who was given the catchy name of Guyowa by my Seattle friends. Equipped with bright...

All about that bass

Met een knipoog. Love it!  
My Time

My Time

Nineteen weeks so far; it has been the longest stretch I have been away from home. And I still have a ways to go: apart from a three week pit stop at home in late August, I will go on travelling until February 2015. People ask me if time flies by, or, alternatively, if it...