Archive for October, 2008

getting the word out!

Hello again!

Surprise donations from “long-lost” friends have reminded me how lucky I am to be surrounded by such wonderful, caring people. Thank you so much.

And, to those of you in the Halifax Grammar School community who found me through the Grammar Newscast, welcome! I hope that you’ll enjoy reading about my adventures on the other side of the planet, and that you’ll be inspired to help out. I’ll be updating this blog during my time in Madagascar (when I’m in the city, that is – Vondrozo has no internet… in fact, they only have electricity from 5pm to 11pm!), so you’ll be able to track my progress.

Environmental issues are certainly in the foreground these days – in politics, in consumer culture, and in the choices that we each make every day. I so enjoyed getting my hands (actually, it was mostly my feet!) dirty working toward sustainable development in Madagascar, and I can’t wait to head back and push even harder for change. And since I’ve started raising funds for this endeavour, I’ve realized that it really is true (however cliche it sounds!) that every little bit helps. Please don’t hesitate to contact me ( liz.johnson10@gmail.com ) if you have any questions about my projects.

Misaotra! (Thank you!)

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Donate online!

There are many reasons why I love Vicky. This is the number one reason of the day!

You can now donate to my cause through Paypal, which is a really secure way to send money using credit cards or debit.  Hooray! As a reminder, I’m aiming to raise $10,000 CAD by January, so I can return to continue working with the WWF to promote sustainable forest management in Madagascar!

Thank you thank you thank you, and please, spread the word!

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at long last

Hello again,

We’ve just spent the weekend at Meghan and Rob’s spectacular wedding in Tatamagouche. So much family, so much love, so many kilts… I love it.

the MacJohnsons

the MacJohnsons

Anyway, it is time to unveil my next move, though by this time, most of you probably already know about it… I can’t seem to bridle my enthusiasm.

So, as you’ve read, I faced many challenges during my few months in Madagascar, and if you’ve seen me since, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve grown up quite a bit since taking my leave from U of T and heading across the planet. Working in Vondrozo was the greatest learning experience of my life thus far. Despite the fact that it’s about as far from Halifax as I could possibly get, when I left Vondrozo, I felt like I was leaving a new home. I was learning the language, I was getting to know people, and I felt like I had so much more to give and to learn. As you can probably gather from the way I talked about the kids around Vondrozo, I really felt like I connected with them, and I had noticed quite early on that the WWF didn’t have any programming targeted at the young people of the region. (I definitely believe that if you’re aiming for “sustainable development”, the kids are incredibly important… you know, teach them early and often.) I’ve had many years of training and experience working with kids, including (how splendid!) an environmental education certification from the Canadian Wildlife Federation, and throughout my time in the Explore programme, games kept popping into my head.

Over my last few days in Tana, I tried to compile some of my ideas on paper. I met with Marlin and explained myself, saying that I am very interested in environmental education and I’d really like to come back to Vondrozo to pick up where I left off, and create a program for the elementary school. Marlin said that he agreed with me (!), and that WWF is planning to collaborate with another (small) organization called Friends of Madagascar, which specializes in “kid stuff”. I also said that if “sustainable development” is the goal, it’s really important to have many projects specifically for women, and to encourage female participation and interest. The WWF doesn’t have a woman on the team in Vondrozo, which, I feel, should be remedied to facilitate those sorts of development projects.

So, the punch line is… I’m going back! When I got back to Halifax, I started writing up lesson plans for an environmental education programme, and I also wrote up a brainstorm for projects that I’d like to discuss with the women’s group in Vondrozo, with whom the WWF is to start working in January. Marlin sent the plans off to WWF Madagascar’s Conservation Director, along with his pitch, and now the plans are in motion! I’ll go back as soon as possible after New Years, and start right away helping out with the women’s group projects, and start setting the foundation for a school programme. Their school year runs from September to June, like ours does, so the plan is for me to stay until the spring of 2010.

I’m pretty much bursting with excitement about this. It’s a huge deal, and I have so much to do in order to make it work, and I’m being supported by many great people – special thanks to Marlin, who has been helping me out as much as possible despite the frequent lack of internet connection in Farafangana; to Sahondra, for printing my lesson plans and sending them to Marlin via taxi brousse (about 12 hours!) when he couldn’t download them himself; to Moia in Geneva, for putting up with (and answering!) my millions of questions; and, of course, to Ryan, for kindly offering me a place in his home in Vondrozo. I can not WAIT!

Chris J and I, pumpkin hunting in Nova Scotia

Chris J and I, pumpkin hunting in Nova Scotia

So, to all of you lovely people who have been supporting me by reading my stories and expressing your interest (I loved hearing these sentiments this weekend at the wedding!), here’s a chance to help me out, and, more importantly, to help the people of Vondrozo to “improve their quality of life while living within the carrying capacity of supporting ecosystems.” WWF Vondrozo does not have the resources to support me financially when it comes to my flights, my immunizations, and the plethora of little expenses that I’ll encounter to get to Vondrozo (and to get home at the end).

So, now the work that lies before me is fundraising! My goal is to raise $10 000 CAD, to cover my flights, my immunizations, the visa challenges that I’m sure to face (with the help of WWF, thankfully!) and some of the expenses of living in Vondrozo for a year. Some of you (whose addresses I have!) will be receiving requests by mail, so keep your eyes peeled for those! But to all of those who have been loyal readers of my rambling blog, I welcome – nay – request your support, no matter how small the financial contribution. I know how lucky I am to have such wonderful friends and family, and I thank you warmly for being my support network, always. I feel so passionately about this work and this opportunity, and I know that you wonderful people are also happy to support positive change in the world. This isn’t just a wee investment in my personal growth, but an investment in the conservation of the world’s biodiversity and in the wellbeing of Malagasy people. (In case I haven’t made it clear – I plan to work really hard to make this worthwhile.)

There are a few ways to do this. As I mentioned, I’m sending out some cards in the mail, so if you’re not already on my mailing list, definitely send me your address so that you can be. (Cheques, as technologically dated as they may be, are just so practical!) I’m not internet-clever enough (yet) to set up an online giving site, but I’m open to suggestions there. (I’m asking around.) You can email-transfer me funds any time, and/or send me your mailing address, at liz.johnson10@gmail.com . You can send bars of gold via passenger pigeon. And please, spread the word to anyone you know who is looking for a worthy cause for their annual holiday donation. In return, to all of you, I shall write glorious letters from abroad (I’m an excellent pen pal), and maintain my blog (from Fianarantsoa) while I’m away, so that I can describe the experiences and the work that you have made possible.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. And I shall keep you posted on how my fundraising efforts are going! Spread the word!

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hobo

August 19

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I’m currently sitting in the departure lounge of the airport in Tana, and it’s about 4am. I haven’t slept and I’m super sad to be leaving, so I basically feel like I want to throw up and die. I haven’t actually been alone in weeks… This is weird. A WWF driver picked me up at the hotel at 2:30am, and Ryan and Manora came out to the airport with me to say goodbye. It was a teeny bit emotional, but we were all too exhausted to be really upset. They both wrote me really lovely goodbye notes, which I just read, causing me to tear up once more. Wonderful people.

ahhaha, maybe you can tell that we were over-tired..?

ahhaha, maybe you can tell that we were all a little over-tired..? Ryan, looking a wee bit cracked out with Jamila's new djembe

Last night… well I haven’t slept, so it doesn’t feel like “last night”… we had an aperot at SakaManga and then all of us went back up to the Grill du Rova at the top of the hill in Tana (where we ate on my first night in Tana!), to have a farewell dinner with Marlin and Sahondra. I debuted my film on Charles’ laptop, which was a hit. Dinner was so tasty, and we were all very touched when Sahondra started telling us how proud she was of our group. I’m sad to be the first one leaving, but I know it wouldn’t be any easier if I had to say goodbyes more than once. After dinner, we went back to Le Rossini for some tasty desserts (and wine, obviously), and then Ryan and I went down to Hotel de France to have a beer with some Peace Corps folks. It was already pretty late, so numbers dwindled and the waiters started sweeping the floors. We took a really roundabout cab ride back to the hotel, I did a really sloppy packing job (the only things I’m really bringing home are a few shirts, my shoes and some rice mats and lambas that I bought – I left most of my clothes and things here to be donated), and we sort of dozed off until the desk called up at 2:30, saying that my ride had arrived. Ugh.

ma cherie Manora

ma cherie Manora

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Weird weird weiiiiiiird! I’m in a five-star hotel at the airport in Johannesburg, where my parents booked me a room for the day (as a birthday gift), so I wouldn’t have to spend twelve hours sitting on a plastic chair in the airport. It seems totally luxurious and unnecessary. But the grilled cheese from room service was superb, and I had a bubble bath, which almost made my head explode. Although, I had to put my only-marginally-clean clothes back on afterwards, which took away from it a bit.

the tub into which I melted

the tub into which I melted

I am nestled in an enormously cushy bed with a white duvet and a hundred pillows, watching the Olympics on a plasma screen TV. And I feel like an alien.

my grubby backpack out of its element in a pristine hotel environment

my grubby backpack out of its element in a pristine hotel environment

August 20

Heathrow is such a machine. I’m surrounded by a totally overwhelming kind of consumer pressure that’s totally different from the kind I was faced with in the markets of Madagascar. There are sterile-looking shops all around, and thousands of seemingly zombie-like people who look like they’re on conveyor belts, looping through shops filled with expensive perfume and handbags. I’m not sure I was ready for this. (Note: to be fair, I did buy a book in Johannesburg last night – Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, about her family’s mission to eat as locally as possible – so far, so good.) My confusion is certainly augmented by the fact that there are no windows or anything, so it could be midnight or noon, I’d have no indication. (It’s actually around 8am, I think.)

On the flight from Joburg, I sat next to a very friendly (but slightly awkward) girl from Kitchener, Ontario who had been volunteering at an orphanage in South Africa for the summer. We had a lot to talk about, but her stories of running water and electricity (washers and dryers!) made me feel pretty hardcore, I must say.

Now it’s only… eight hours or so until I get to see my family (minus Nick J, who’s still out working at camp in Alberta until September first) and pet the dogs and…. and what?

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big city

August 13

TANA! So crazy. I’m totally in shock. There’s electricity – all day! – and traffic and tons of vazahas, since it’s the end of tourist season and they’re all leaving from Tana over the next few weeks. It’s really weird to see them everywhere. We’ve become so used to being a novelty.

Today we left Ranomafana around 6:30 am. This was actually really incredible because… Charles did set his cell phone alarm for 6am, since we were supposed to load our bags into the Land Rovers at 6:15. BUT, he forgot that his phone was on silent mode, so of course, it didn’t wake us up. My internal clock woke me up, and it was still dark. I went to the bathroom, not knowing what time it was, and got back into bed, but was sort of surprised when I heard a voice outside on the path that sounded like Jamila’s. I asked Charles, “dude, what time is it?” He looked at his watch and started into a beautiful  string of Quebecois curses (which was rather shocking, so I won’t detail it here), because it was 6:15. We rolled out of bed, hit the lights, and started jamming stuff into our backpacks, riding a great adrenaline rush, which was made even more exciting when Charles took two seconds to put on the song “Coulibaly” by Amadou and Mariam – wordpress won’t let me post it, but if anyone wants to hear it, I can email it to you. It’s sort of an urgent-sounding djembe jam. We were laughing our asses off and scrambling around, looking under beds… we ran up the path with our backpacks, and actually managed to have everything in the vehicles by twenty after six. Bam!! The drive was so beautiful, though it was extremely long. It’s really amazing how drastically the landscapes changed between Vondrozo and up here in the plateaus. The houses are built differently (better), the rice paddies are beautiful and precise, even the people look different…

Charles, Jamila and I sat in the back of the Land Rover, driven by Kosa, with Marlin in the passenger seat. We listened to the Beastie Boys and Cake, Jamila rested her sticky honey-covered foot on my lap, and Charles and I worked out a system of snoozing where our heads propped each other up. We stopped in a few places to buy souvenir-y things, and I am really quite in love with a big carved wooden bangle that I bought for myself. I bought Manora one too, because today’s her birthday! Yay. Tonight, to celebrate, we went to la Varangue for an aperot (the fancy restaurant where we had dinner one night in May), and then walked around and picked a restaurant at random, called Le Rossini. It turned out to be unbelievable, particularly the desserts, of which we each ordered a different one and then passed the plates around the table, oohing and ahhing. Charles had an upset stomach and stayed at the hotel, so it was just ladies, and we encouraged Manora to flirt shamelessly with the waiters – they love her, and it is her birthday. And I talked to Ryan! He’s been doing Peace Corps training in Tana for the past week or so, and he’s coming to meet us at the Cookie Shop tomorrow. So excited.

Anyway. We’re totally exhausted, and Jamila and I are both journal-writing in our little twin beds, back in Hotel Aina, where we all first met. It feels like we’ve come full circle…

August 14

I just checked my email. WHAT?! What’s this inter-web? This morning we wandered around the city, window shopping and feeling overwhelmed by the noise, dirt and crowds. We finally found the Cookie Shop, complete with Ryan and a bevy of his Peace Corps friends. Ryan’s infected wounds, which never fully healed after inventory, have made him fairly sick, and the Peace Corps doctor has him on antibiotics. Ewww. But they’re looking better… We went back to Le Rossini for dinner tonight, with about twenty five Peace Corps folks. It was so wonderful, and we had a great time together… they’re a fun bunch. Jamila has her eye on one already…

August 18

I’m sitting at Hotel Colbert with Jamila and Sarah, feeling pretty useless in the analysis of the data that we all collected during our household study. We’ve been painstakingly entering it all into Excel tables over the past few days, and the report is underway. Unfortunately, I won’t be here to see the end result – my flight leaves at 5 am tomorrow! Ugh.

So, yesterday I met with Marlin to pitch my “proposal”, if you can call it that. [Note: see the next entry for details on "the proposal"... I'm trying to keep it mysterious.] It went SO well, and he’s totally in favour of my return to Vondrozo, and said that he’s impressed by my motivation. Yes! This sets me up for lots of things to do when I get home…

Charles giving Jamila drum lessons on the patio at SakaManga

Charles giving Jamila drum lessons on the patio at SakaManga!

Last night, I went to dinner at SakaManga with Jamila, Charles, Manora, Ryan, and Tess, a PCV from Boulder, Colorado. It was the greatest dinner of life. We had a drink (or two) in the beautiful garden patio, and then had a most glorious meal. The restaurant was beautiful and we got a bottle of wine, which was far better than the disastrous vinegar episode of my first night in Tana. The conversation was stimulating and the company was ideal, and the waiter was cute (though he wasn’t taking Manora’s hints), and we were all a teensy bit tipsy so we sort of floated home on a cloud of happiness.

Me and Mano at SakaManga

Me and Mano at SakaManga

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