Showing posts with label volunteering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volunteering. Show all posts

10 Sept 2014

Bogotá, Colombia, we are here!

 View from the hotel, this is Bogotá, or at least part of it
Me, Johanne and Willian (former youth delegate to Norway) who picked us up at the airport and gave us food
 
 
Now: It's morning over here and we are getting ready for meetings, meetings, food and some more meetings.

17 Aug 2014

Leaving Tromsø, also: redcurrants

 I went berry-picking with my dad today
 Or currant-picking, if that word exists
On our own land and our own plants, we got about five or six pints.

And I'm leaving Tromsø today, I'm going to Oslo on the predeparture brief. I'll be back here one weekend, just before I leave properly, but still. I said goodbye to so many people yesterday, and having to say "well, I suppose I'll see you in June 2015" was hilarious in the saddest way possible. Last night, I stayed up far too late, reading webcomics and distracting myself as far as I could. And now I'm saying goodbye to my parents, and I'll see them again in less than three weeks, but this is the beginning of departure, and I'm sad.

So here's to Oslo being a brilliant experience, to keeping busy and not missing people as much, all the time.

22 Jun 2014

Goodbye youth delegates (and see you soon)

 Samantha (from Zimbabwe)
 Arati (from Nepal) and Sammy
Me, Arati and Sammy

This Monday, I was in Oslo to attend an evaluation seminar with the youth delegates, both the Norwegians who have stayed abroad, and the delegates who have stayed in Norway the past year. I had to say goodbye to the Nepalese and Zimbabwean delegates, whom I will probably not see again in... who knows?

BUT NEWS I am going to be a youth delegate myself, and will travel to Colombia in September, so I could at least say "see you soon" to William and Willian, who are the delegates who were staying and working in Troms before Christmas.

I've got my tickets now, and I'll be leaving for Bogotá in the beginning of September. I really am.

This has been a dream of mine since I first started in the Red Cross Youth at the age of 16, which is now close to nine years ago, which means forever/a third of my life. I've been working hard on fulfilling this dream the past three years, and now it's happening, and I don't quite believe it. And I do realise how lucky I am to get this chance, that there are a lot of chances to travel and discover and exchange in my world.

29 May 2014

Sunshine and activities

 I got to try the zip line one day when there were guests doing it

 We went kayaking, horse riding, and quad biking some of the other days

 But my last day there, we went to some caves up the hillside

 Me looking stunning (no) and Jenni looking brilliant (yes)

Jenni, Robbie and Mikie doing their best to look relaxed and utterly cool

On the days we didn't just plonk down by the pool at the end of the day, to enjoy the last rays of sun, we (the volunteers) would try to do some of the activities on the centre. I did actually do both horse riding and quad biking, even though I was frightened by both. Climbing up to the caves was my favourite though, closely followed by the kayaking. There's nothing like scrambling up a hill, hoping that you've chosen the right path, managing to get there in less time than you imagined and having an amazing view as a result. Oh, and discovering the cave is actually a bat cave, with no bats, but lots of tiny skeletons lying about (I might be the only one who finds this interesting but hey).

20 Feb 2014

Me looking awkward

but trying to look happy

Because I'm going to Spain in April! Oh, and to Germany. ALL THE TRAVEL and all for me.

So let's forget that my laptop doesn't recognize my external hard drive with all the photos I should have edited, that I am still paying rent for this house but will be gone one month, and that I could have used the money differently:

I now get almost one week with my grandmother in Germany, and then I get two and a half weeks volunteering with language practice with a Spanish family. I'm volunteering through Workaway again, and hoping that I have found another good family to stay with.

Until then... Work hard, buy less and save up.

6 Oct 2013

Back in Nicaragua

Bosawás

is where I've been this week. Nadia, one of the girls from my group, came up from Oslo, and we spent two entire days locked up in my family's house in Tromsø, working on choosing images for the photo-book we'll be making and also writing texts and making postcards for our information work.

I've also held two trainings for my Global Dignity volunteers, and will be doing more this coming week. We went to a moustache themed party. I've been to a small festival arranged by the city's oldest bank, been to a book swapping event, a vintage fair and a second hand market, I've watched too many films, too many QI reruns and just enough Friends reruns.

Life is being very busy right now. I'm hoping this will right itself in a little while, and it can go back to just being a normal sort of busy.

11 Sept 2013

Youth delegates

 Not this one, this is Dasha getting ready to photograph the delegates
 These ones though, taking photos for their blog
 June and Samantha going to stay in Norway, Mari and Sigbjørn going to Zimbabwe, guess who's who
Now, let's take some more photos of each other

Monday and Tuesday last week (man, time flies), Dasha and I were at Sørmarka near Oslo to meet the new delegates. This week, the Norwegians have left for their respective countries, while the rest have travelled to Tromsø to participate in Street Mediation in the Red Cross. As said, we will have two Colombians here in Tromsø until Christmas. They seem to be the only ones I haven't captured in a photo yet, but I'll have lots more time with them.
As of now, Samantha from Zimbabwe is staying with my family for one week, and we are discussing the Norwegians' fondness for bread, the meaning of names, and the differences in the Red Cross and Red Cross Youth organizations from country to country.

16 Apr 2013

Back to our communities

Photo: me
 Johanne and I stayed in Rocky Point, which you've probably heard enough about by now. In short, it is a mostly black creole farmer community, close to Pearl Lagoon, where people live on separate farms. We've learnt how to make coconut oil, and how to eat anything made with coconut and coconut oil.


Photo: Line Bellingmo Johnsrud
 Ingrid and Line stayed in Orinoco, a Garifuna community which lives mainly off fishing. They've learned to dance, drum, make rondon and eat pretty much anything.


Photo: Mathilde Gabrielsen Vikene
 Mathilde, Julie and Nadia have stayed with a school at Wawashang, meeting students from all the different communities and ethnic groups, having classes in Spanish and Geography. They've also stayed at the nature reserve of Kaka Creek, and with a mestizo family on a farm in the area.


Photo: Elise Øksendal
Gro Malene and Elise have stayed in Kakabila, a Miskito community where people live off fishing and farming. They've stayed with many different families, worked with houses, in the woods, and are now going to paint a mural with the children there.

Everyone is going back to their previous communities in the same groups as before. We would have been able to change places - and partners- if we'd wanted, but noone seems to want to. After spending one month getting to know people, getting into a culture and their practices, you don't want to start all over again. All the villages here are distinct from one another, and most of what we hear from one another is different.

26 Feb 2013

A short story about autonomy

 URACCAN Campus, Universidad de las Regiones Autónomas de la Costa Caribe Nicaragüense

 People in the street, hello

More people in the park

I've written a far too long text in Norwegian about this, I'll try to keep it short. First about the name of Bluefields: There was a lot of piracy here, often sanctioned by the British Crown, since they looted Spanish ships. One of them was a Dutchman called Blauveldt, which turned into Bluefields, as the city was named after him. 
Spain colonised the western coast of Nicaragua, and England took the east coast, the Caribbean coast, where I am now, as a British protectorate. The indigenous miskitoes of the north collaborated with the British, receiving weapons and goods as a thank you for keeping the Spanish away. There has been a lot of back and forth between the British and the Spanish, and in the end the British signed a treaty saying that they would leave the Nicaraguan coast to Nicaragua, and go up to Belize. So they left, leaving behind plantations with suddenly-free slaves, in addition to the Creole and Garifuna (afro-descendants), and the indigenous peoples of Rama, Mayagna, Ulwa, and Miskito. None of them with a good relationship with the rest of the country, and never having been a united country before.

Almost as from any textbook on how to suppress the indigenous tribes of a country, the government went on to forbid indigenous languages in schools, and impose Spanish language, traditions and property owners on the east coast. The different ethnic groups on this coast were all seen as inferior. There is still a lot of prejudice from people living in the west and north of the country. Even I was told to be careful of people in Bluefields, because they are apparently a lot more likely than anyone else to steal all my things. 

Finally, after the revolution and civil war, there was a lot of will to change in the country. A lot of leaders from the Caribbean worked hard to create a new autonomy law, and they managed to finish it in 1987. The autonomy law is quite progressive, even today. It states that there are two autonomous regions in Nicaragua, the northern and the southern autonomous regions: RAAN and RAAS. They cover about half the country. The forwardness of the law exists in it saying that all ethnic groups are equal, and they are all autonomous, whether they are of Spanish or African descent, or indigenous people. This is pretty strong in a region with so much history about race and origin.

The autonomy law also speaks about the demarcacion (is this a word in English?) of land. The land that was once given to rich friends of those in charge, is supposed to be shared out as communal land between the different communities. No personal ownership. There are a lot of rules and regulations though, a lot of different traditions to consider, and even places where this is impossible to go through with, like Bluefields, which is a city where people have owned their land maybe hundreds of years. Others have their deed scrawled on paper, without witnesses or proper signatures. 

We are going to learn a lot about this (I have learned some already, as you can see from my actually quite short summary). I am already comparing it, and finding that others have compared it before, with the indigenous people of the Nordic countries: the Saami. More about this to come! 

15 Feb 2013

El Cementerio

 Hello Mathilde, and hello massive family mausoleums

 I love the colours of these cemeteries

Look!

The further up on the hill, the poorer you get

The colours from the wedding of a Norwegian princess

Beloved wife, only 20 years of age

Someone who died in 1984 - under the civil war - get to have guns on their grave

People always look oddly at me when I tell them I love cemeteries (so I don't tell many people). Part of our Spanish lesson on Wednesday a week ago was learning the story behind the Matagalpa Cemeteries, then going there. They have a "Foreigners" cemetery as well as a "Locals" cemetery, which in reality was "Catholic" and "Non-Catholic (the Foreigners)", and it's really interesting to see the differences between the two. Carlota, for example, was a foreigner or a foreigner's wife, and her tomb stone is very classic, white, and sobre. As you can see, a lot on the Local cemetery were not. Cemeteries also tell a lot about who were rich and poor, and about a country's history (see the gun tombstone). If you've followed this blog before, you've seen me ranting about cemeteries before, so I'll leave you here.

I've written this post beforehand, since I don't have internet all the time, but if all goes well, I shall be in Managua - the capital - when this gets posted. We're staying there two days, Thursday to Saturday, when we move on to Bluefields: one step closer to where we're going to live. We'll be having a week's long intro course in Bluefields as well, which probably means internet, but between February 24th and March 24th, I'll be staying with a family or on a center far away from the city, so don't expect much in that period - and send me any important messages before the 24th of February!

10 Feb 2013

First days

 We stayed in a hostel a few days, this is the level of tidiness we had (and Julie working hard)

 And this is us getting used to a different culture, a different country, and different ways of doing things

 We had one day off, where we went to a waterfall, here is Line eating some fruit or other

 And Julie being mysterious down by the water

And someone hiding behind Cascada Blanca (the White Waterfall)

I've got so many photos. I decided to start with first things first, so you'll always be a bit behind me, but hopefully never that far behind. I'm behind you all in time anyway, at the moment of writing we are nearing 0530 pm in Matagalpa, while my parents have gone to bed in Norway at 0030 am.
This second day, we went early in the morning to get a bus to the waterfall, which was our (or mine, at least) first proper experience with a Latin American bus. It was stuffed with people and food and a chicken in a box, all the clichés. The only thing that surprised me (but probably shouldn't have) was how noone got up for women and children and old people. After ten days in this country, I've seen someone get up for someone else once, and that was a man getting up for a pregnant woman to sit. 

We have two coordinators that have lived many years in Mexico, but also spent time in different countries in Latin America before - even though they've never lived in Nicaragua proper, they're very good to have for experience. Our two translators, Ingrid and Elise, have also lived in Guatemala and Bolivia respectively.

Soon to come more about our first week in Matagalpa!

1 Feb 2013

In Matagalpa

Photo by Line Bellingmo Johnsrud

It's quite sunny, a little bit cloudy, a lot more hot and humid than what we northerners are used to. Still, we're at quite a high altitude (700m), and we're going to a far hotter and more humid place in a few weeks.
Before then we have a full program of language lessons in the morning and political meetings in the evenings, where we meet with different organisations. There are also film screenings and different afternoon activities. Even our Spanish Language School is politically minded, with only women working there, and a very clear anti-discrimination policy. They also own a local handicraft shop and a local eco-tourism tour company. I will ask whether I can photograph there one day.

We will be meeting a lot of interesting organisations, working with different things, I mainly remember those concerning women's rights, but there are several others as well. 

On Sunday we leave our (lovely, internet-filled) hostel, to go into separate host families. 

Every day is more exciting than the last one! 

18 Nov 2012

Tired


Finally finished the third weekend of Red Cross Youth courses, this one held by me. Came home and thought I'd get lots of things done, ended up having a Downton Abbey Marathon to catch up with the episodes I've missed the past weeks.

Happy days.

Then sleep.

6 Nov 2012

 First photo, perfect focus, subjects busy

Second photo, slightly out of focus, subjects perfect

From left to right: Jens Johan Hjort, Mayor of Tromsø, and Åsne Havnelid, Secretary General of the Norwegian Red Cross. The Secretary General has been visiting all districts in Norway, and was now in Troms and Tromsø. We had a big breakfast meeting this morning, where the local politicians and the local organisations were invited to the Red Cross house. I was up at 6am to finish the preparations, together with a lot of other tired faces.
Those two are persons who have really got the right job. Both their jobs require them to represent, a lot, to travel around (Åsne) or stay in town (Jens Johan), but always be smiling and happy, be good with the press, but still get their strong opinions through. And they are perfect for their jobs, as they are both wonderfully charismatic people.

28 Oct 2012

A trip to the printers

Finished product

 Becoming finished product (the paper to the right has print on it)

 People wearing winter clothes, to assure you that we do have winter

 Scrapped newspapers, with mistakes and such

Either a) an amazing rollercoaster for mice or b) a machine that carries the newspapers from place to place

On Friday, we went with the other volunteers at the student newspaper to the printers, to see how and where they print our newspaper. It's the same printer that does the local papers, and some regional prints of national newspapers. It's such a massive machinery, so much paper, so much work going into making these flimsy dailies - and our fortnightly newspaper. That aside, I just want to be a tiny mouse and go on the amazing rollercoaster.

22 Oct 2012

Kråkesølv

 Failure in normal portrait

 All right band photos



Skredder by Kråkesølv (love the video. love her back muscles)

Kråkesølv is a lovely Northern Norwegian band (not as far north as us, but still) with texts that are both written very well, and written in Northern Norwegian. I interviewed them and photographed them for the student newspaper in Tromsø (which is far better than the Falmouth one) last week. All the likes.