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Travel Blogs from Bamburi
uneducated group of all three design teams. Their progress is slow,
but they are making progress nonetheless. It's incredible to watch.
We are just trying to get them to think “why not?”
Vivian is working with 4 somewhat
educated/business minded people: 3 women, 1 man. They have decided
to make their own coconut oil and sell it locally and eventually take
it to scale. Coconut oil is used by ...
... scholars" I have 5 all ranging from 19-21. 3 girls 2 boys from all over the country. It'll be good. They are not well traveled, (they're still young) and for one guy, it's his first time out of the country. We had 3 days of training (in the hotel conf room) First day was long and boring and the second day was much better as it was more small group activities and really deep convos were had so all the walls ...
... new cafe for lunch, it's much better than the other one, but almost too much food if that is possible. I also used Western Union for the first time ever, what a palava, but this does mean that our safari is now booked and confirmed, woohoo!
As tomorrow is the last official day for many of us, we went out for a farewell dinner tonight, at a place called Moorings in Matwapa. Really lovely floating restaurant on the river, and everyone made an ...
... exhibition was; but of course we needed a Tusker to take in with us to help us to truly appreciate the artworks on display. Tusker, art, tusker. Tate Modern has so much to learn from this.
Andrew works with marine debris and his work is original, colourful and vibrant.
Many of the pieces are made from flip flops he has collected from the beach. Literally hundreds and hundreds of them. Other pieces are made from driftwood, toothbrushes, old lighters or ...
... in my hair... (I was then later told that they use their spit to make sure that the hair stays in place...I washed my hair shortly after!)
The 'lesson' was drawing to a close and so it was time for me to say my goodbyes. The children I was sitting with insisted on accompanying me back to the school so I could catch my bike and it was a lovely ending to be walking hand in hand through the village with some of my Standard 3s. They were all asking when I would be back which ...