Wednesday, November 6, 2013
LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION
Trying to decide on a photo location? Here are a few of my favorites in the Phoenix area.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Tanzanian Fairytale Part II - Maasai
When I first learned that we would be taking a trip to Africa, I bought a travel guide book to educate myself on the basics of Tanzanian culture. The book had photos and excerpts featuring the exotic world of the Maasai tribesmen. You know, like the kind you see in National Geographic? So naturally
I was very interested in visiting a Maasai village. The excursion was well worth the stop, yet my reaction to the experience was a bit unexpected.
This Maasai village, or manyatta, was located just a bit off a well traveled bumpy dirt road. There are several villages stretched out along the same road that are open for tours, but our safari guide, Mussa took us this particular village because he said they are "good singers". Danny, I, and our safari friend, Sharon were all about good singing.
We were greeted by Paul, a young Maasai man who would be our guide through the village. Maasai typically require payment if you want to take their picture, but paying a fee for the tour meant that we were allowed to photograph as much as we wanted. I was excited about this.
Paul then called to the others in the manyatta to gather round to welcome us with traditional song and dance. If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't have believed that all the music was made with only their voices. It sounded like a small orchestra of foreign instruments. Pretty cool. The dancing consisted of some very high vertical jumping from the men, and bouncing of the traditional beaded disk necklaces from the women. Later, the Maasai encouraged us to join them in their dance. It was not easy. They looked graceful and beautiful. We looked ridiculous.
Paul then took us inside the thorny bush wall surrounding the manyatta that serves as protection from wild animals. He showed us where their cattle and goats are kept, the preschool made of sticks, and the short and very small houses where the Maasai live.
We were invited into one of the short mud houses which I felt a bit reluctant to enter. It felt weird because Paul had to shoo a Maasai woman and two babies out of the house so that there would be room enough for us to enter. Did I mention that the houses are very small? Inside the hut was very dark and very smoky. In the center of the house there was a small pile of smoldering coals and one overturned bucket which served as a chair. There were no windows, no electricity, and no running water.
Paul pointed to where the beds were, but I couldn't really make them out because of the darkness. I think they were basically a pile of sticks and branches covered with a few blankets. Paul sat on the bucket and motioned for us to sit on the bed. At this moment I began to feel very awkward. It felt so unnatural for us to be making ourselves at home in such a small personal space, and yet I didn't want to offend our host. Sharon brilliantly bowed out of the hut making the excuse that she needed to leave due to the smoke aggravating her asthma. (She really does have asthma.) Danny muttered only to me that he genuinely wished that he'd had asthma at that moment too. At Paul's insistence, Danny and I sat on the very narrowest edge of the bed while Paul explained a little about life in the hut. I tried to listen, but in reality I couldn't wait to get back out into the open air.
After the hut we were escorted to the last stop of the tour, a "shop" where there was a display of handmade beaded jewelry and other items for sale. Let me just say that there was a lot of pressure to buy something. Fortunately the handiwork was really beautiful and we found a few things that we wanted to take home. I felt like they were gouging us when haggling over prices, but Danny told me not to worry about the money. He really is very generous.
I was surprised by the confusing swirl of emotions I felt after we left the Maasai manyatta. As I tried to sort it all out on the long drive still ahead of us, I made a few determinations. It's important to note that these conclusions are based more on my personal anxieties than the hospitality of the Maasai.
Although the Maasai welcomed us into their manyatta, I didn't truly feel welcome. There is a big difference between being invited into someone's home and paying to be invited into someone's home. I especially felt this gap this when I would take their picture. The Maasai were friendly, yet when I snapped photos of them, I felt as if I were invading their privacy. It lacked the warmth of photographing a friend who wants to preserve a memory of a special moment.
I expected the Maasai lifestyle to be very pastoral and simple, but my mere presence complicated it in a significant way. The introduction of tourists seems to have robbed the village of its authenticity. Most Maasai tribes don't subsist on the profits of tourism, so the fact that this one does makes it feel a bit contrived.
I think the experience was like getting wrapped up in a reality TV show. Sometimes I get pulled into a show by the characters and their absurd antics as they engage in dramatic situations. I get all emotionally involved in the lives of strangers despite the fact that I know the show is scripted. I know it is all manufactured just to suck me in. And I still fall for it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad we stopped to visit the Maasai manyatta. The people are gorgeous. Their talents are impressive. Their lifestyle is fascinating. I am inspired by their tenacity and commitment to minimalism. It was certainly a valuable experience. And afterall, I did get some really beautiful photos.
Paul pointed to where the beds were, but I couldn't really make them out because of the darkness. I think they were basically a pile of sticks and branches covered with a few blankets. Paul sat on the bucket and motioned for us to sit on the bed. At this moment I began to feel very awkward. It felt so unnatural for us to be making ourselves at home in such a small personal space, and yet I didn't want to offend our host. Sharon brilliantly bowed out of the hut making the excuse that she needed to leave due to the smoke aggravating her asthma. (She really does have asthma.) Danny muttered only to me that he genuinely wished that he'd had asthma at that moment too. At Paul's insistence, Danny and I sat on the very narrowest edge of the bed while Paul explained a little about life in the hut. I tried to listen, but in reality I couldn't wait to get back out into the open air.
After the hut we were escorted to the last stop of the tour, a "shop" where there was a display of handmade beaded jewelry and other items for sale. Let me just say that there was a lot of pressure to buy something. Fortunately the handiwork was really beautiful and we found a few things that we wanted to take home. I felt like they were gouging us when haggling over prices, but Danny told me not to worry about the money. He really is very generous.
I was surprised by the confusing swirl of emotions I felt after we left the Maasai manyatta. As I tried to sort it all out on the long drive still ahead of us, I made a few determinations. It's important to note that these conclusions are based more on my personal anxieties than the hospitality of the Maasai.
Although the Maasai welcomed us into their manyatta, I didn't truly feel welcome. There is a big difference between being invited into someone's home and paying to be invited into someone's home. I especially felt this gap this when I would take their picture. The Maasai were friendly, yet when I snapped photos of them, I felt as if I were invading their privacy. It lacked the warmth of photographing a friend who wants to preserve a memory of a special moment.
I expected the Maasai lifestyle to be very pastoral and simple, but my mere presence complicated it in a significant way. The introduction of tourists seems to have robbed the village of its authenticity. Most Maasai tribes don't subsist on the profits of tourism, so the fact that this one does makes it feel a bit contrived.
I think the experience was like getting wrapped up in a reality TV show. Sometimes I get pulled into a show by the characters and their absurd antics as they engage in dramatic situations. I get all emotionally involved in the lives of strangers despite the fact that I know the show is scripted. I know it is all manufactured just to suck me in. And I still fall for it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad we stopped to visit the Maasai manyatta. The people are gorgeous. Their talents are impressive. Their lifestyle is fascinating. I am inspired by their tenacity and commitment to minimalism. It was certainly a valuable experience. And afterall, I did get some really beautiful photos.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Tanzanian Fairytale Part I
Have you ever dreamed of doing something big for so long
that it seems impossible for it to really happen? Well I say, keep dreaming because sometimes those wishes
become reality. Here’s the story
of my dream coming true…
Recently, to celebrate our upcoming 20th anniversary, hubby and I took a
dream trip to Africa! Danny
planned the trip to fulfill my wish to go on safari, but just prior to our
wildlife adventure, we got to do something that was even better than seeing the
Big Five. We volunteered in an
school/orphanage in the Tanzanian town of Moshi. As part of a group called K2 Adventures, which
funds and supports the Mwereni Primary School, we
were invited to go with a dental team to work in the school’s onsite dental clinic.
It was an unforgettable opportunity that opened my eyes and heart to the beauty
of the world and the goodness of mankind.
Here’s a little background info about the school/orphanage where we
worked. The Mwereni Integrated School for the Blind and Non-Blind specializes in the care and education of children who are affected with
blindness, albinism, or a skin condition called Xeroderma Pigmentosum
(XP). (Sidenote: Albinos and those
with XP are hypersensitive to sun exposure. Their eyes may also be hypersensitive which can result in
blindness or visual impairment.)
There are about 75 students who board at the school who are either
orphans or they are affected with said conditions. There are also over 600 regular day students, age 5-14yrs,
who live in community and come to attend primary school. Mwereni school sits on about 8 acres of
lush fertile land which includes dormitories, classrooms, a medical/dental
clinic, a Braille computer lab, a
special UV protective recreactional room, and a large farm. Enclosing the campus is a large wall,
which was recently built to provide security. Protection for the students is very important because of
long standing African superstition, in which some believe that albinos have
magical powers. Many albinos have
been killed to collect their body parts for witchcraft. There is also an armed guard to protect
the students 24 hours/day.
The school’s inspiring headmaster, Damas, works hard to live up to its motto which
is “Ultimate efficiency is our solemn duty”. He is proud to run a school which is striving to be completely
sustainable and will eventually no longer require government funding. He has improved the health of the
students by feeding them from the school’s abundant gardens. The farm harvests a variety of beautiful
fruits and vegetables as well as milk from its two fat cows. The lunches we ate at the school were
all prepared with food from the farm and they were delicious! Mwereni students
help work on the farm and sell the produce to members of the community to help
raise funds for the school. Both
school staff and students generously share their gratitude for all who help support
and volunteer at Mwereni. They were
very gracious hosts who made us all feel so welcome and appreciated!
The dental needs of the Mwereni students were treated by a group of six
dental students from ASDOH.
Danny was asked to help supervise them for a few days until their
faculty dentist, Dr. Fazel, would be arriving in Tanzania to take his
place. Let me just say, these
dental students are SHARP! Danny
and I were both totally taken in by their sincerity, charm and drive. Danny would oversee all the dental
treatment as well as screen the patients to determine their needs. I mostly just helped out by charting
and most importantly, handing out the prizes to the kids. So you probably already guessed it, but
I quickly became the most popular member of the team. We couldn’t have done any of the work with out the help of
the superhero school nurse, Rose! She helped us communicate with the
children by translating (they speak Swahili) and reassuring them when they were
nervous. That lady has a ginormous
heart and the patience of Job.
When we were caught up with our dental responsibilities we did my
favorite thing…play with the kids!
They were so endearing! My
heart swelled for them all from the moment they welcomed us. I took lots of photos, which they loved
to see. After snapping a few shots
or a video, the kids would all clamor around to see their own beautiful faces
smiling back at them from the camera.
They couldn’t get enough of it.
Some of the other K2 volunteers worked on art projects with the kids, which
they really seemed to enjoy. Other
activities included dancing, fingernail painting and soccer. I was so impressed with how thoughtful
and caring the kids were with each other, especially those with
disabilities. It was so
heartwarming to see the blind children being led around and watched out for by
the other students. I also loved
all their dark shiny eyes and their brilliant white smiles. (They really do have remarkably
beautiful teeth.) Some of the bolder
children liked to show off their English and I loved it when they would try to
teach me Swahili. It took me a
ridiculously long time to learn to count to ten in Swahili. They laughed at me a lot.
After working at Mwereni school for four days, saying goodbye was super hard! I really wished we could have stayed working at the school for longer. I was touched by the genuine smiles of the children who came from such humble circumstances. I appreciate the example of gratitude they showed me. They really know about what is most important in life…love, friends and family.
After working at Mwereni school for four days, saying goodbye was super hard! I really wished we could have stayed working at the school for longer. I was touched by the genuine smiles of the children who came from such humble circumstances. I appreciate the example of gratitude they showed me. They really know about what is most important in life…love, friends and family.
Danny and Dr. Roman with the dental students, Leigh, Rita, Casey, Emily, Lulu, Mike, and Nadia |
Me with Rose - She is the BEST! |
One of the albino students boarding at Mwereni |
Susan |
Shefield |
Justin |
Gertrude doing her laundry |
Someone took over my big camera |
One of the art projects the kids worked on |
We used the artwork to decorate the medical/dental clinic |
The kids sang and performed some African dance for all the volunteers |
The kids working together to move this pile of wood from outside to inside the kitchen |
Health clinic - dental downstairs & medical upstairs |
Classroom building |
Inside the classroom - this photo was taken on a Saturday so there was no class |
Kitchen where all the boarders meals are prepared - all food is cooked over a fire |
View of Mt. Kilimanjaro from our hotel in Moshi |
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