Here are some pictures of culture day at a local school......... I think the pictures say it all.Saturday, May 19, 2007
Culture Day
Here are some pictures of culture day at a local school......... I think the pictures say it all.
Friends 2
I wrote about some of my friends before and now I finally have pictures of them to show you all- Farther Tim was is flying form when we went for a slap up meal at the sisters last Sunday..... I think we were all after a little too much wine and a lot of really good food!
I got the girls, Sarah B and Bethanne, to pose for my little Iechyd da! (cheers in Welsh) picture....Only three more weeks left till they all leave me - Sob!
Jo's just showing off here - she's kissing a police man and it means she can get away with wearing the hat- it actually suits her!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Lebese
Over Easter I had a special friend staying with me - She kept me occupied and was great company! Named Lebese (meaning milk) has now gone back to her owners, so no-one to catch the rats for me!
ISPCC
This is Donal, his girlfriend Celine, Elena and me. We went to see the school that the 18 voul from the ISPCC built in 7Days - pretty impressive!
Basotho Blanket
The Basotho blanket is not just pretty but very pratical in the mountains on cold days. I met these lovely Me's (mothers) in Butha-buthe with there traditional blankets.
Me’ Lidia’s orphanage
This was my second orphanage I have visited in Lesotho. It is on the out skirts of Maseru. It is run by a wonderful, magnificent woman, Me’ Lidia. This is one of the orphanages that Dee is involved in. It’s not just her who has a soft spot for the children but the children there have a soft spot for Dee. Me’ Lidia is a social worker and the orphanage is for children who have been abused sexually, male and female.
There is a wonder feeling of home (where the neighbor’s children come to play), an amazing atmosphere and a real feeling of love – this is all because of Me’ Lidia. If you think these children haven’t been through enough, at the start of March the orphanage burnt down (It was a warm day and the kids were outside. The orphanage was Me’ Lidia’s house. Since then Me’ Lidia and the kids have been living with Me’ Lidia’s mother. This house is tiny, only two bedrooms, they have since received a porter cabin. There are talks of funding for a building for the new orphanage. Through Me’ Dee I hope to do a lot for this Orphanage.
There is a wonder feeling of home (where the neighbor’s children come to play), an amazing atmosphere and a real feeling of love – this is all because of Me’ Lidia. If you think these children haven’t been through enough, at the start of March the orphanage burnt down (It was a warm day and the kids were outside. The orphanage was Me’ Lidia’s house. Since then Me’ Lidia and the kids have been living with Me’ Lidia’s mother. This house is tiny, only two bedrooms, they have since received a porter cabin. There are talks of funding for a building for the new orphanage. Through Me’ Dee I hope to do a lot for this Orphanage.
Colder days!
Bbrrrrrrrr……they were right – it’s bloody cold! I have been layering my clothes; it’s like minus 150 in the mornings and like hotter than boiling in the day! I start with a vest, 2 t-shirts, a jumper, a cardigan and a coat – by 1 o’clock I’m in just my vest! My next purchase is a hat, gloves and thermal long johns because if this is anything to go by I’m going to be found dead in the June winter snow!
Friends
Isaac Maleafie - always smiling! Elena and Me' in Butha-Buthe
I’ve only had little access to the internet for the past few weeks so here are all my blogs – been savin’ them!
While in Lesotho I have had the chance to meet some really great people. The first was Father Tim. He’s the parish priest here in the mission and he’s Irish. He’s tried to practice his Irish with me but I’m not the right person and we end up talking pigeon bla!
I seem to spend my Fridays in TY (a village about 10miles away) with 7 Welsh teachers who have become my rock(‘s). They have been here since January and know a lot more about the place – they also have some great Basotho friends who I bump into all the time and it makes me feel at home. They throw excellent parties and try to see as much of the country as they can, so I tag along. With seven of them it’s an easy group and I don’t feel like I’m intruding. We’ve planned to go to Durban in two week as we have the Thursday and Friday of school. This will be their final weekend away because they start to head back to the UK in June – I don’t know what I’ll do with out them, Sob!
My third alloy here is an Italian volunteer, Elena. She lives next door and we have dinner together most nights as there’s not much else to do. As I’m not the best cook we have one bad dinner and one amazing feed (when Elena cooks!) She went home the first month I was here and brought back loads of great food – She even made pizza one night! She lives with a Basotho girl, Moliehi, and between them they are my new family. Elena’s very involved in the mission and knows all the gossip! The three of us we have probably analyzed everyone here!
In school my principal Ntate Isaac is a gentleman and treats me so well. All the teachers are good fun and talk in English when I’m around but let me zone out for a bit everyday while they chat in Sesotho (I’m coming along really slowly with the whole learning the language thing!)
Dee, the Irish ambassador’s wife, is my salvation when I need to get back to Irish reality. She lives in Maseru and cooks the finest Irish fry’s (with Lesotho products) after a night out! Dee knows all the Irish community in Lesotho and all the best places to have a drink! Her husband is a wonderful man and so interesting.
I also teach a group of Boys English on Sundays. I say boys but most of them are older then me, as they were once herd boys and started school very late. It has taken them a few weeks to get used to me but now they get my sarcasm and get there Basotho sense of humor….were getting on very well. They are really intelligent guys that are overly willing to learn!
While I’m talking about new friends I feel lonely for my friends. I hope you know I’m missing you a LOT!
While in Lesotho I have had the chance to meet some really great people. The first was Father Tim. He’s the parish priest here in the mission and he’s Irish. He’s tried to practice his Irish with me but I’m not the right person and we end up talking pigeon bla!
I seem to spend my Fridays in TY (a village about 10miles away) with 7 Welsh teachers who have become my rock(‘s). They have been here since January and know a lot more about the place – they also have some great Basotho friends who I bump into all the time and it makes me feel at home. They throw excellent parties and try to see as much of the country as they can, so I tag along. With seven of them it’s an easy group and I don’t feel like I’m intruding. We’ve planned to go to Durban in two week as we have the Thursday and Friday of school. This will be their final weekend away because they start to head back to the UK in June – I don’t know what I’ll do with out them, Sob!
My third alloy here is an Italian volunteer, Elena. She lives next door and we have dinner together most nights as there’s not much else to do. As I’m not the best cook we have one bad dinner and one amazing feed (when Elena cooks!) She went home the first month I was here and brought back loads of great food – She even made pizza one night! She lives with a Basotho girl, Moliehi, and between them they are my new family. Elena’s very involved in the mission and knows all the gossip! The three of us we have probably analyzed everyone here!
In school my principal Ntate Isaac is a gentleman and treats me so well. All the teachers are good fun and talk in English when I’m around but let me zone out for a bit everyday while they chat in Sesotho (I’m coming along really slowly with the whole learning the language thing!)
Dee, the Irish ambassador’s wife, is my salvation when I need to get back to Irish reality. She lives in Maseru and cooks the finest Irish fry’s (with Lesotho products) after a night out! Dee knows all the Irish community in Lesotho and all the best places to have a drink! Her husband is a wonderful man and so interesting.
I also teach a group of Boys English on Sundays. I say boys but most of them are older then me, as they were once herd boys and started school very late. It has taken them a few weeks to get used to me but now they get my sarcasm and get there Basotho sense of humor….were getting on very well. They are really intelligent guys that are overly willing to learn!
While I’m talking about new friends I feel lonely for my friends. I hope you know I’m missing you a LOT!
End of term Party
I know I put up a few pictures of the Easter school staff party but I didn’t manage to tell everyone all about it.
It started for me the day before. I went with the principal to get the cow and pig (I think) that had been slaughtered for the occasion. The school received the highest results in the region for 10 yrs! There were very important people there; the local MP came and also a member of the Senate, as well as the school board and others I believe were important but had no idea who they were. That evening I watched as the carcasses were cleaned and the intestines were taken out. This was all done on a table in the ‘kitchen’ (see pic above). Then, with a hose pipe and stick, they washed and stuffed the intestine – with what? I don’t know! That is when I vowed to go hungry!
The next day the braai (barbecue) was to start at 1. With things going on African time we didn’t eat till 6. By then I was so ravished (breakfast is at 6am) I would have eaten the inside of a cow…….and I did - with papa and salad. I think it was the nicest meal I have eaten since arriving.
Then the drinks arrived………
It started for me the day before. I went with the principal to get the cow and pig (I think) that had been slaughtered for the occasion. The school received the highest results in the region for 10 yrs! There were very important people there; the local MP came and also a member of the Senate, as well as the school board and others I believe were important but had no idea who they were. That evening I watched as the carcasses were cleaned and the intestines were taken out. This was all done on a table in the ‘kitchen’ (see pic above). Then, with a hose pipe and stick, they washed and stuffed the intestine – with what? I don’t know! That is when I vowed to go hungry!
The next day the braai (barbecue) was to start at 1. With things going on African time we didn’t eat till 6. By then I was so ravished (breakfast is at 6am) I would have eaten the inside of a cow…….and I did - with papa and salad. I think it was the nicest meal I have eaten since arriving.
Then the drinks arrived………
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