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This blog will be an account my life working in a Refugee camp in Northern Zambia called Mwange. For the next year, I will be working for Right to Play, a sport and development organization based out of Toronto. What follows will be a life altering experience. Stay tuned....
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Day 2
March 9
Lusaka
Slowly starting to recover from my jet lag zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..
Today was errands day. Changed money, went to the post office, got introduced to our project and where I would be going for the next months. Seems we are unsure right now of how long we will be in Mporokoso. The project there has been very successful with high rates of trained coaches and high rates of participation of woman and children with disabilities. The project will either end this August of next January, which likely means I will be changing locations.
This was a day for learning how to do our project reports, finances and communications with head office. The interplay between us and head office is quite tricky because of how badly our communication lines are. I never realized the extent of our isolation in Mporokoso until now… We are in a small village and our phone line is not working, we often don’t have power and we have no running water. Good thing I’ve brought lots of books, DVD’s and music. Might even learn to play an instrument while im here (k, that might be pushin’ it!!)
Lusaka
Slowly starting to recover from my jet lag zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..
Today was errands day. Changed money, went to the post office, got introduced to our project and where I would be going for the next months. Seems we are unsure right now of how long we will be in Mporokoso. The project there has been very successful with high rates of trained coaches and high rates of participation of woman and children with disabilities. The project will either end this August of next January, which likely means I will be changing locations.
This was a day for learning how to do our project reports, finances and communications with head office. The interplay between us and head office is quite tricky because of how badly our communication lines are. I never realized the extent of our isolation in Mporokoso until now… We are in a small village and our phone line is not working, we often don’t have power and we have no running water. Good thing I’ve brought lots of books, DVD’s and music. Might even learn to play an instrument while im here (k, that might be pushin’ it!!)
