Miranda Harple

We’ve officially wrapped up the IBJ training and the rest of the crew left for Kigali yesterday. I was a bit shocked, to say the least, to hear a conversation about what to do regarding the reporter who had attended much of the conference. apparently in northern africa it’s customary to pay journalists to show appreciation. do WHAT? i thought. pay reporters for attending and reporting on your conference? that is so wrong to me, i couldn’t believe it.

I went walking around the market yesterday with the last remaining IBJ-affiliate whose plane to Nairobi didn’t leave until today. Kids yelled muzungu! at us, the universal (swahili?) phrase for “white person,” and a few dared to reach out and touch my skin only to realize i am a person like themselves. I don’t think many white people walk around the streets of Bujo that often but i have yet to feel threatened or scared walking around. I’m seriously considering buying a bike with the money IBJ gave me upon leaving. I think that would keep me happy having my own source of transportation.

After everyone left I realized, I’m really flying solo. And my lack of french is contributing to my daily troubles of getting around. However, as I found myself at dinner with Amelie, a former IBJ intern working here for Medicines Sans Frontiers, I realized I’m not totally alone, and I’ve got some great connections already. She and her colleagues are going to ask for permission of me to come down and take some pictures of a women’s clinic they have set up as they are training local doctors about birth and how to perform cesarians. Though I’m not getting my hopes up, I really would love to go do that for a few days. I’m on my own agenda at this point, so I want to accomplish as much as I can. I’ve got a lot of logistics floating through my head currently, it’s a bit overwhelming taking this all on solo, but I think i’m ready for anything coming my way.

Coffee places always seemed scarce in China. Here, you can’t get away from it. And Burundian coffee is amazing. These frequent coffee breaks may be the thing keeping me from going completely insane while I tackle a way to get video footage to play on my computer.

Aside from this video business, I am currently watching a magnificent thunderstorm roll in over the Burundi mountains. I’ve been continually fascinated with the clouds today.

My favorite thing about this place is hands down the mountains. This photo I made today is an attempt to show what I mean (though I’ve never been too good a landscape photographer, you may get the idea). Looking over towards the lake, the Congolese mountains rise out from the other side. It’s the most awesome thing ever because it’s always a little overcast and it’s hard to pick out the mountains from the sky and clouds. Every day it hits me as I look out to the horizon and find these beautiful, beautiful mountains. If you click on this picture (for a larger view), you can see what I mean. The fact that I’m overlooking the Congo is also just really exciting. It’s such a forbidden and awful place, but so incredibly beautiful to admire from where I stand.

This picture was taken at the beach Saturday where I found myself doing gymnastics with little boys whose english phrases consisted of “darling, i love you.” It was a priceless moment and a perfect day.

Well… since Saturday, I’ve been fighting with my malaria medicine which was making me feel like I was severely jet-lagged/ drugged off sleeping pills all day. Not a way to be productive, but I think I’m adjusting to it and feeling better. There have been some other hurdles I’ve been trying to overcome. Having to find and pay for my own housing in less than a week was another thing I wasn’t exactly prepared for. Let’s just say I wish I had a ton of money and these details didn’t stress me out but they do.

Lawyer/Police/Judge training is underway here in Burundi and I find myself just as busy as I was on the set of “One Fast Move or I’m Gone.” This time I’m trying to focus on my job and stay out of group politics so I don’t go crazy. It’s hard when everyone is passionate about making a difference and has various opinions on the best way to go about that. 

More pictures to come once I figure out how to post a gallery (hint, dad).

If you haven’t heart the phrase TIA, you need to see “Blood Diamond” immediately. Though I originally thought that was a well crafted, purely cinematic phrase, I actually heard it used today. Apparently one of our French trainers is having a hard time getting a Rwanda visa because Rwanda isn’t too fond of the french right now…. TIA.

It was hard to think TIA last night eating not half bad pizza drinking amstel for dinner. Although this is one of the poorest countries, I’m still amazed at how much things cost around here. Still feeling out a way to live as cheaply as possible seeing as I just realized I’ll be paying my own housing after the 24th. Anyways, here’s some pics from my first day of work.