Monday, March 26, 2012

Life Skills

For the last couple of weeks Matt was a substitute teacher at TASOK where he is also continuing to work on engineering projects on campus. He filled in for the Librarian/Life Skills teacher. If you asked, I don't really know exactly how to describe what "Life Skills" are but I have a few examples of some life skills we have picked up or improved on here in Kinshasa. 

Resourcefulness: A+
Let's say your boss is in town and you decide to have a work-related dinner party with some of your colleagues. You invite 4 people because you and your significant other have 6 plates, 6 bowls, 6 etc., because you live in a place where everything is very expensive and sooner or later you're going to have to pack it all into a suitcase or give it away. The table is set and the guests begin to arrive and one of them has decided to bring a guest with no notice. O.K. What do you do? Tell them you can't accommodate another? No. You grab a plastic patio chair and pull it up to the table. Then one of you slips out of the party while the other one distracts the group with The Grand Tour. You run over to your neighbor's and borrow an entire place setting (which luckily probably matches since you live in a place where there are only 2 choices for, well, everything) and try to slip back in without being too obvious.

Attention to detail: A- (with an A for effort)
There is a skill to buying a used car. Like most skills you can sharpen it over time. You learn to see the signs that a car has been converted from a right-hand drive to a left-hand drive (for whatever reason) by noticing that the blinker switch and the windshield wipers are reversed, the button on the floor-mounted automatic transmission gear shifter is on the passenger side (if you're lucky and it's not a stick) and the main window control is on the passenger side door. You also begin to notice debris (sticks, a pile of leaves, a sweater, shoes, towels, etc.) magically located under the cars to hide the drips of transmission fluid, power steering fluid, engine oil, etc. Your ability to spot a lemon has improved. Unfortunately, this does not feel like time well spent.

Creativity: 100%!
When a 5-year-old has a birthday party it goes without saying that there should be a pinata. This is especially true if the party is "space themed". So when there is no party store around selling pinatas what do you do? You build one. How the heck do you do that? You gather all the empty cardboard boxes, tape, party hats, and wire hangers you have and you make it happen, trying to walk the fine line between break-open-after-just-one-hit and quick-run-and-get-the-scissors-they're-going-into-the-3rd-round. The next day the birthday boy was asked by his parents what his favorite part of his birthday was. I'll let you guess what his response was.





Patience and Flexibility: B+
Nothing ever happens the easy way because here there isn't one.  Don't be mad when your power is shut off because your landlord didn't pay your utility bill (included in the 7 months up front rent he received) because he went on vacation. Don't get upset when the rental car company replaces the current defective car with an even more defective one, and then does it again, and then does it again, and then does it again. (Seriously, we are on our 4th car now - when you turn the car off the doors open automatically - among other things). It won't change by swearing at it. Or them, it turns out. They probably won't understand you anyway since you don't know how to swear in french, and they don't know how to listen in english.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Zongo Falls, Soccer Balls, and Wake-Up Calls

We finally left the Kinshasa city limits over President's Day weekend. It took us nearly 5 months, but we did it. Some friends we've made here invited us to come along with a huge group of Americans to Zongo Falls.

  

At one point we both slipped on the same rock and smashed our toes bloody just before having our picture taken in front of the falls. (Picture not shown.)

  

The next day we wandered into someone's cassava farm trying to find a hidden falls with a swimming hole.
  
We took this picture when we thought we had finally found it after wandering in the jungle getting sunburned for an hour. When we just about gave up a villager found us and showed us the way.

 
The actual waterfall. 
Tip: If they suggest you pay $2 for a guide, just do it. 



We went to the hash a couple of weeks ago. It was Toni Lyn's first hash. We ran through suburban Kinshasa. It actually seemed more dangerous than running through the bush. It is harder to keep your sense of direction and broken glass, jagged rusty metal objects, garbage bridges, and rancid pools are only some of the obstacles. It was a good day for a run though and everyone was glad to finally see Toni Lyn there.






Last weekend we played soccer with Aime and his family again. Toni Lyn got a lot of giggles and strange looks from dozens of men and boys who had clearly never seen a female play soccer before. Women are usually too busy carrying babies around, fetching water, doing laundry and cooking dinner (sometimes all at once).  She was pretty proud of how she played, despite being 5 years out of practice and the weight of 51% of the world on her shoulders.  The field was dirt, the goal posts were rocks, and most of the players were barefoot.  Good stuff.

We got our DRC driver's licenses this week. It is nice to have the freedom to go out at night. We were finally able to tell our friends yes when they asked us to come hang out with them that night. Usually, we would need 2 days notice to do anything at night so we could arrange it with our driver. So, last night (Saturday) we went to TASOK (the American school where Matt works) for drinks and games. We got home pretty late and were looking forward to sleeping in. At 8:00 AM a bomb went off. Seriously. After the second blast Matt said "That sounded like thunder, do you think it is?" He peaked out the window to see the crystal clear blue sky. "The sky is blue, its not thunder." Then he fell asleep again. A few minutes later, BOOM!!! "That one sounded like a cannon, it rattled the windows . . . weird." Then he fell asleep again. Meanwhile Toni Lyn, also half asleep, was thinking "Thunder? Canon? I think were being shelled" and then also fell back asleep. Doesn't say much about our survival instincts. A half hour later we finally got up and saw an email from the U.S. Embassy saying that one of the munitions depots across the river in Brazzaville caught fire and the ordinance started exploding.  As far as we can tell it was an accident. (No need to worry!) However, the 6 miles distance didn't prevent our friends' and colleagues' windows from shattering, doors being thrown off track, roofs caving in, etc. When Matt went for a run tonight he found that Kinshasa was pretty much back to normal, though he did see a DRC army tank on the running track down by the river where all the embassy buildings and higher-ups live. It looked like something out of WWII. The driver was definitely out of practice, he tore up one of the embassy lawns with the metal tracks doing a 180 degree turn.

View from Kinshasa of Brazzaville of the armory explosion

>240 dead, cause electrical short.

For more see:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-17336810
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-17271667