Sunday 23 November 2014

More than anything else.


"You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.”

>> Photo Journal: Community is.

Mayindo, Kitoola, Buikwe, Mukono - Uganda.

















Thursday 31 July 2014

I.

I write to bounce from experience to experience with wisdom plotted at each point.
I write to bridge the gaps between my mind and the minds I want to connect with.

I write to warm the rushing void when love arrives and then leaves again.

I write to remind me of the truths that are easily comprehended and as easily ignored.


Thursday 17 July 2014

>> Photo Journal: Stateside in Springtime

Warning: this post contains a heavy dose of amazing street art from New York. I love the way it punctuates any old walking route with colour and beautiful reminders. Each walking journey is a series of phrases - full stop, pause, breathe, absorb, continue.






























Wednesday 9 July 2014

The Weight of Water

Photo credit: P Shum, Uganda
A thick bubble swells in my chest when I think of the weight of water. For a family in Lemolo, Kenya, there's a crushing lack of access to clean water. When you are denied the most basic of life-sustaining resources, every new day is the same old struggle - calculating each drop of water needed for your family and the arduous journey to the nearest source to collect it and carry it home. It is exhausting, painful and time-consuming. In many communities, women will spend more time walking for water than anything else in their life.

A nearby river is the village's main water source, and this water is not necessarily clean, safe or constant. The journey itself takes two and a half hours - each way. On average, each family makes two trips a day to meet their water needs.

Climate change threatens longer and more frequent droughts in an already dry environment, making collecting water from the shrunken river even more difficult. When it does arrive, rain - instead of being a welcome relief - introduces a new fear: sickness. Heavy raindrops stir up sediment from the river bed, unfiltered and undrinkable. Farm waste and chemicals runs off the land, into the water source and bit by bit into food, and the mouths of families and children.

The responsibility to walk for water falls to children, particularly girls, at a young age - providing for your family starts when you can carry a jerry can of water back along the dusty paths. School becomes a distraction from the things you need to do to help support your family. It's estimated that 400 million children have their access to education interrupted by a lack of clean water.

There are no instant answers or fixes in an isolated and under-resourced community like Lemolo. The residents here were allocated land by the government and it's a far cry from their home in the Mau Forest. Growing up in the fertile, forested lands, which is also the largest water catchment area in Kenya, life was deeply intertwined with its natural habitat - the environment provides and the people respect that.

After being pushed from their homes in the Mau Forest, nearly six years of homelessness in an IDP camp and a turn in Kenyan bureaucracy, an entire community was transplanted to an alien landscape and climate. Lemolo is a dry stretch of uneven land at the end of a dirt road that is more potholes and ditches than anything else.

A lack of water constrains the growth and development of a village. It keeps families apart for hours each day during the journey to fetch something that runs freely and instantly out of my tap. Water is a new community's symbol of progress. It can mean education, nutrition, health, and an independence that comes from being able to live off the land. When sourcing water takes ten of your family's waking hours, the need will always outweigh the means.

So we, ten trekkers from seven countries, aimed to lighten the load, carrying the challenges of the 39 million people in Kenya who don't have access to clean water with us to Mt Kilimanjaro. Now, instead of following mountain trails, we are tracking the progress of a water project that will benefit 750 families in Lemolo.

Beyond the instant relief of water, the impact of this project goes deeper. Each donation we received will at least triple in its worth - for every $1 invested into safe drinking water, the estimated return for the community is between $3 - $34, thanks to improved education, lower healthcare costs and the ability to start earning an income.

There will be challenges along the way for Lemolo, but these will be taken in stride knowing that a stable, thriving life lies ahead for a community that has hung in uncertainty for so long. With less time fetching water and more time with the people they love, the focus for Lemolo can now be on living and making a life, instead of staying alive.

When I think of trekking Mt Kilimanjaro and the impact that journey had on me, this is the story I want to tell.

The results of a similar water project we funded in 2013 nearby at Giwa Farm.

Tuesday 1 July 2014

The last 24 >> The dreaded return

I realize I never posted on my Mt Kilimanjaro hike - I promise I'm almost there committing the words to paper. Some of the details are a bit hazy due to altitude sickness so it's coming.

But on another note, I've been on two trips since then - the USA and Uganda. 24 hours ago, I returned home from Uganda and the reality is sinking in that I don't have another trip planned on the horizon. My usual post travel blues recovery is to plan and book another trip, but this one might have to wait.

I'm working through my photos and some blog post ideas, so hold tight.


Thursday 27 March 2014

Your story about money (Seth Godin)

Came across this today and couldn't resist posting. I know it's not travel related but in my job as a non-profit employee, money is the all important factor - never enough, and never with us for long.

Your story about money - Seth Godin

Is a story. About money.

Money isn't real. It's a method of exchange, a unit we exchange for something we actually need or value. It has worth because we agree it has worth, because we agree what it can be exchanged for.

But there's something far more powerful going on here.

We don't actually agree, because each person's valuation of money is based on the stories we tell ourselves about it.

Our bank balance is merely a number, bits represented on a screen, but it's also a signal and symptom. We tell ourselves a story about how we got that money, what it says about us, what we're going to do with it and how other people judge us. We tell ourselves a story about how that might grow, and more vividly, how that money might disappear or shrink or be taken away.

And those stories, those very powerful unstated stories, impact the narrative of just about everything else we do.

So yes, there's money. But before there's money, there's a story. It turns out that once you change the story, the money changes too.

Monday 17 March 2014

>> Photo Journal: Grueling, beautiful mountain









haven't written about my trip up Mt Kilimanjaro yet. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for the cathartic process yet - there will be tears.

Until the words come forward by themselves, here's the beauty of that upward journey.





Sunday 16 March 2014

Seeya Cyclone Lusi

Supposedly there's a cyclone in town? Nothing like the smell of fresh rain on the pavement.

Happy Monday. 


Friday 31 January 2014

The last 24 >> Things I learned from George the taxi driver

1. Having one eye definitely does not stop you from having a profession that relies on driving in Kenya. 

2. George doesn't like using indicators. Hazard lights for all occasions are best.
"Doesn't that get confusing in a busy place like Nairobi?" 
"You indicate, people don't take notice. You put on hazards, people are like 'whoa, something wrong' and stop."

3. If George puts his seatbelt on, you damn well should too.






Monday 13 January 2014

Another year, another mountain

It's just over two weeks until I head away on my next adventure, and it couldn't come soon enough. It's been nearly 8 months since I was last overseas, and I'm starting to get that hot itch under foot again.

I'm off to summit Mt Kilimanjaro in 7 days via the Rongai Route with a group of 10, escorted by a local Tanzanian trekking company. Our team has been fundraising to put water infrastructure into a former IDP camp - now two resettled eco-villages outside of Nairobi - to bring clean water to over 700 families.


On February 9th, I will (hopefully) be standing at Uhuru Peak next to ice cliffs, watching the sunrise over Tanzanian farmland. It's been a while since I've wandered the mountains, and I can't wait to feel that low-oxygen, high-altitude burn in my lungs and legs again.

Like a good camp scout, I've spent this evening pouring over online shopping websites, looking to complete my packing list. Navigating the tricky world of outdoor wear, I've come across a few gems...


I'm sorry, but knee warmers...? What you actually need are these things called pants.

No amount of money could make me get on the bottom bunk of this stretcher.