New Finnish people have arrived and many have already left. One of the greatest things with my work at Villa Karo is that I get to meet and work with so many different kinds of people. I meet all sorts of Finnish artist in various ages. I have made great friends that I hope I will stay in touch with in the future. Some of my good friends here have been men and women over 60 while others have been in their thirties. Excellent. Time just passes by so incredibly fast. People say “African time” when things go slower and there is no hurry but it seems like days, weeks and months pass by faster in Benin. Very strange. Well, one does say that time goes faster when one is enjoying oneself, it must be that then.
I made a terrible loss a few days ago. I threw myself in Auberge’s little swimming pool to cool off from the extreme heat. I was wearing the bikini I had in Asia in 2004, which I haven’t actually used a lot here. After my relaxing swimming session I took a shower but when I returned to work and was about to put my swimming stuff out to dry I realized the terrible loss. I had lost my bright blue bikini pants. I knew I had left them in the shower at the hotel. Kaisa asked after Marina’s pants the next day but the guys just smiled largely and said that they haven’t seem them. Now we are convinced that one of them are wearing them, which actually makes me giggle. Those bikini pants were not worth a fortune so if some guy in Grand Popo gets a kick out of wearing or selling them at the market I will give him that pleasure. I just hope that I will, one day, know what happened to the bikini pants and where they travelled. If someone meets them on their journey please send them my best wishes.
I have decided to return to Finland in July, work for a month in the archipelago and then see what the next step is. I have simply made the realization that it will be terribly difficult to find an ok-paid job here now and unfortunately I can’t afford to work at one of the women’s organisations a few months for free, which I would gladly do if I could afford it. Many of the very interesting jobs at various international organisations go anyhow through Europe so it might actually be easier to find a job in West African from there, which just feels absurd as one is used to the idea that it is easier to find a job at the spot. It is alright though, august in Finland is great and it will be nice to meet good old friends, family and of course my brother, who complains that I don’t specifically write that I miss him . It will definitely be nice to hang out before the next great adventure.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Hospitals, Funeral, Dinners and Kia
I am starting to be an expert on Beninoise hospitals. The hospital in grand Popo turned out to be useless, again. So, this time I got to ride a fast speeding ambulance that had the sirens on all the way to Cotonou with two Finnish stipendiates that were in terrible condition. One had malaria + some infection and the other had a serious infection. I also got to spend the night at the hospital with them, as support and translator. Luckily they are both feeling better now. Now I Hope I am done exploring hospitals. Time to explore the next thing. I have also been taking Nisse to the local hospital basically every day as if the tyre isn’t loose then half of the bodyparts are loose or missing. The mechanists like me though and don’t charge me a yovo price anymore. Today I have to say that Nisse is a happy camper and spins like the king of the hill, which makes me smile and invite everyone for crab dinner.
Last weekend I got to attend a voodoo funeral which for me mainly meant eating a big meal, times four, and drinking lots of sodabi. Doesn’t help to say no thank you as it is a tremendous offence if you don’t taste the family’s food or sodabi. So with a smile on your face and very full stomach you say oui oui and gladly eat some more and take another sip of the burning palmbooze. It was a great experience though to visit the village of Adjaha and all the very warm, friendly and welcoming people.
I have been attending lots of lunches and dinners lately, never a dull moment. If there isn’t a spontaneous drumming session in our garden and a huge dinner afterwards then someone comes by and invites me over. I have enjoyed it a lot lately and my need for own a time seems to have disappeared entirely. I was also glad to hear that the article I wrote for Hufvudstadsbladet Volt was published the 5th of April and was well appreciated. Jeah.
Kia is coming over soon (beginning of June) which makes me very very happy. As no members of my family will make it over, it is nice that my favourite travelling buddy comes to visit and at a perfect time when I have finished work so that we can travel around for 6 weeks. Now the plan is to go up north, Togo, Burkina Faso, Mali and perhaps Niger. Suppose to be a great area to travel, safe and friendly people. I am so much looking forward to meeting Kia again. It will be another trip of a lifetime.
Last weekend I got to attend a voodoo funeral which for me mainly meant eating a big meal, times four, and drinking lots of sodabi. Doesn’t help to say no thank you as it is a tremendous offence if you don’t taste the family’s food or sodabi. So with a smile on your face and very full stomach you say oui oui and gladly eat some more and take another sip of the burning palmbooze. It was a great experience though to visit the village of Adjaha and all the very warm, friendly and welcoming people.
I have been attending lots of lunches and dinners lately, never a dull moment. If there isn’t a spontaneous drumming session in our garden and a huge dinner afterwards then someone comes by and invites me over. I have enjoyed it a lot lately and my need for own a time seems to have disappeared entirely. I was also glad to hear that the article I wrote for Hufvudstadsbladet Volt was published the 5th of April and was well appreciated. Jeah.
Kia is coming over soon (beginning of June) which makes me very very happy. As no members of my family will make it over, it is nice that my favourite travelling buddy comes to visit and at a perfect time when I have finished work so that we can travel around for 6 weeks. Now the plan is to go up north, Togo, Burkina Faso, Mali and perhaps Niger. Suppose to be a great area to travel, safe and friendly people. I am so much looking forward to meeting Kia again. It will be another trip of a lifetime.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Being sick in Benin
Everyone has to get sick at some point, right? I haven’t been sick at all so far until now. And now it hit me good. The interesting part of the story is that I got sick in Kpalimé, in Togo, and so did everyone else, even the driver. We decided to skip the rest of the program and try to get back to Grand Popo as fast as possible. It took 6 hours with regular stops along the road so that people could throw up in the bush. What a lovely feeling. Crossing the boarder at noon in 38 degree heat wasn’t the most exciting thing I have done in a while. It is interesting how you can handle a situation when you must. When I came home I completely collapsed. Three days without food and barely any liquid at all. Fever swinging from 34.7 to 39 and back down to 34. I spent the days in my room, in bed, looking at the monotone movement of the fan. Everyone kept telling me that it is obviously malaria, that the food poisoning (or whatever it was) had triggered but turned out to “just” be a serious infection. What sort of infection and where about in the body they couldn’t say. Now I have plenty of medicines and feel good. Malaria wouldn’t have been a surprise even though I take Lariam as we already have three Finns down with malaria since January. Otherwise Kpalimé was a very nice city 120km north of Lomé and the nature was stunning. We hiked to a waterfall, jumped in the refreshing water, played the drums, drank sangria, laughed and enjoyed ourselves, until the disaster. Did I mention that I have started to play the drums? I am not very good at it but it is fun and I will learn.
Now I am back at work, Nisse is also back in shape, well at least sort of, and Linni is visiting me from Lomé. She will go and work in Cotonou for 6 weeks so hopefully we will see more of her now that she doesn’t have to cross a boarder to get to Grand Popo.
I still have plenty thoughts about staying in the country. I would definitely want to stay, that is for sure, but it all depends on work possibilities and salaries… There are for example plenty of local NGO’s that do a good job which would be interesting to take part in but they can’t afford to pay a salary. There is for example a very interesting feminist organisation called Federation Nationale des Associations des Femmes Beninoises that work in all areas of women’s rights. I could imagine staying and follow the work they do just for a few months even if they can’t pay me, just for the experience. This would though require some sort of income from somewhere, maybe from articles.. In Dakar, Senegal, there is United Nations Development Fund for Women (UNIFEM) where it of course would be super interesting to work or do an internship. On the other hand that is not Benin or Togo where I would like to stay. But why not Dakar? could be interesting. The international NGO’s often take employees that are already enrolled in the organisation in Europe and all the French people in the country come on a three year work contract from France. Benin doesn’t exactly have a “look for job” internet site that would function so it is difficult to know how to proceed. The problem is also the salary unless it is international organisation that pays in the direction of a European salary or at least an internship. Working for 50-150 euros a month doesn’t feel to exciting, at least as I have loans to pay off, in Finland. Maybe it means that I will stay in Finland for a while, until the next journey. Interesting to see where life takes me this time.
Thank you for the calls and sms I have been receiving when sick. It is particularly nice to hear voices from back home when sick.
Now I am back at work, Nisse is also back in shape, well at least sort of, and Linni is visiting me from Lomé. She will go and work in Cotonou for 6 weeks so hopefully we will see more of her now that she doesn’t have to cross a boarder to get to Grand Popo.
I still have plenty thoughts about staying in the country. I would definitely want to stay, that is for sure, but it all depends on work possibilities and salaries… There are for example plenty of local NGO’s that do a good job which would be interesting to take part in but they can’t afford to pay a salary. There is for example a very interesting feminist organisation called Federation Nationale des Associations des Femmes Beninoises that work in all areas of women’s rights. I could imagine staying and follow the work they do just for a few months even if they can’t pay me, just for the experience. This would though require some sort of income from somewhere, maybe from articles.. In Dakar, Senegal, there is United Nations Development Fund for Women (UNIFEM) where it of course would be super interesting to work or do an internship. On the other hand that is not Benin or Togo where I would like to stay. But why not Dakar? could be interesting. The international NGO’s often take employees that are already enrolled in the organisation in Europe and all the French people in the country come on a three year work contract from France. Benin doesn’t exactly have a “look for job” internet site that would function so it is difficult to know how to proceed. The problem is also the salary unless it is international organisation that pays in the direction of a European salary or at least an internship. Working for 50-150 euros a month doesn’t feel to exciting, at least as I have loans to pay off, in Finland. Maybe it means that I will stay in Finland for a while, until the next journey. Interesting to see where life takes me this time.
Thank you for the calls and sms I have been receiving when sick. It is particularly nice to hear voices from back home when sick.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wedding, voodoo priest, kyltti dudes and Lomé
Some time has passed. I was criticized for writing too personal on this global internet site that is open to everyone which led to the fact that I haven’t been writing at all. Anyways.
The wedding was a blast. It was a three day party after which everyone was quite tired. The Finnish quests felt a bit silly though in the beginning as it is custom that the quests make dresses from one and the same fabric that has been chosen for the occasion, so there we were; all looking exactly the same. A bunch of berries.
Last week the Finns and I went to a voodoo priest/chief in Togo. That was surely an unforgettable experience. The voodoo priest that we visited is one of the big chiefs that also attended the national voodoo festival the 10th of January. So there we were, in his house. There was smoke, chickens and goats: both dead and alive, blood, the smell of gin and the sounds of drums. When arrived there were some local women asking him for advice so we got to see the end of their ceremony and we were relieved that we didn’t have to drink from the glass of blood that was passed around. Then it was our turn. He asked our names and chitchatted a bit. A few of us asked for advice or made a wish. I asked him for advices concerning my future and the response was that my future looks brilliant, very brilliant. Phew. Glad to hear, not that I had any big doubts. He invited us to stay for dinner; to eat the animals that had been sacrificed by the people before us, but none of us thought that was a good idea. Then a lady came in and we got to follow her consultation as they talked in mina so we didn’t understand anyways. Otherwise it is just the voodoo priest and the one asking for something (and a few helpers) that are allowed to enter the room. It was very interesting to follow the process even though the smell of old gin and blood made most of us a bit nauseous.
The following day the HYPERLINK "http://www.kyltti.com" www.kyltti.com dudes came to Grand Popo. We had dinner at Lion Bar, good food and nice atmosphere as always, and had a great evening. Kyltti boys were a lot of fun. They were a real äijä group, in a good way. The next day I left for Togo which unfortunately meant that I didn’t have the time to show them around in Grand Popo but I heard rumours that they had a good time and left the village with a smile on their faces. I sure hope to meet them again one day, maybe in Finland or somewhere else. They seem to be on the road quit actively so wouldn’t be completely unthinkable to see the guys carrying their road sign somewhere in an unknown location. Yesterday I found out that one of them succeeded in putting his finger in the fan so he received 4 stitches without local anaesthesia somewhere in Burkina Faso. Good job!
Then two Finnish scholars and I went to Lomé. We took motorbikes, that drove like mad, to the boarder where it took around one hours to walk over to the Togolese side. There we found a bush taxi that drove us to our shabby but friendly hotel. In the evening we went to a Lebanese restaurant and I can’t even describe how nice it was to eat something else than rice or pâte with fish. We ordered falafel with hummus and ate until we almost dropped. It was marvellous to get tastes that have been gone for so long. After midnight we took motorbikes back to the hotel. This was one of the first times I held on like it would be my last day on earth. Well, when the speed meter is jumping between 70 and 130 km/h and you of course don’t have helmets and your cheeks are pulled back like in a roller coaster you easily see your life flash in front of you. To make things even a bit more exciting we slowed down at red lights but couldn’t stop as we were not in a good area of town which meant that if stopped by a red light on a moto I would have been robbed directly. So the drivers just screamed “allez allez allez” to each other and kept on driving. I was even pleased to greet the cockroach in the hotel room., even though I tried to kill him a while later without succeeding so we ended up sharing the same room and the bastard didn’t pay for his share.
The next 3 days we saw a lot in Lomé and had a lot of fun. It is an easy city to get a grip of with lots of friendly people and not as polluted as Cotonou. The down side is the corruption and all the military road blocks that demand money or take your moto if you don’t have all papers in order which many people don’t. We luckily managed to avoid them which was a very good thing as we didn’t have our passports on us as they were at the immigration office in order to extend the visa and of course we didn’t have any other id’s with us. So a hello from the militaries would have cost us quite a bit.
Then we put one of the Finnish scholar in a bush taxi and sent her to the Beninese boarder as she was leaving for Finland later the same day. She had a successful trip even though she doesn’t speak any French. The other scholar, Camilla and I, were invited to talk on the radio about sexual harassment. The host of the program wasn’t doing a very good job so one can easily say that we saved his show. It was very interesting to see a radio studio on Togo and I was told that Riki Sorsa is on their play list… I never found out why, but there he is.
All in all we spent 4 very nice days in Lomé and it was also nice to get out from Grand Popo a bit. Even though it is a lovely peaceful safe beach village one can get the urge to see something else.
The rain has started to fall heavily and sometimes at night I think the rain is coming through the roof but so far all is good. Nisse is in terrible shape which means that I have to push/run in order to start him. Luckily there are no traffic lights in grand popo as I couldn’t stop and easily continue the journey. I wonder if Nisse will make it to the end, meaning my time in Grand Popo?
A few days I made dinner to Florence and Boris and it was great to see their surprised faces as I prepared things they have never heard of or tasted before. I had bought egg noodles and Soya sauce in Lomé (things you definitely don’t find in grand popo) so I fried some onions, lots of garlic, different vegetables that I found that day and finally put the precooked noodles in the frying pan and poured some more soya sauce over the entire thing. Fried noodles! They really enjoyed it even though they looked at it a bit suspicious at first.
Now I am on Easter holiday meaning that I have Friday to Monday off. I was thinking about travelling somewhere but it is also quite nice to just relax for a few days, and besides I just a few days came from Togo. We shall see.
The wedding was a blast. It was a three day party after which everyone was quite tired. The Finnish quests felt a bit silly though in the beginning as it is custom that the quests make dresses from one and the same fabric that has been chosen for the occasion, so there we were; all looking exactly the same. A bunch of berries.
Last week the Finns and I went to a voodoo priest/chief in Togo. That was surely an unforgettable experience. The voodoo priest that we visited is one of the big chiefs that also attended the national voodoo festival the 10th of January. So there we were, in his house. There was smoke, chickens and goats: both dead and alive, blood, the smell of gin and the sounds of drums. When arrived there were some local women asking him for advice so we got to see the end of their ceremony and we were relieved that we didn’t have to drink from the glass of blood that was passed around. Then it was our turn. He asked our names and chitchatted a bit. A few of us asked for advice or made a wish. I asked him for advices concerning my future and the response was that my future looks brilliant, very brilliant. Phew. Glad to hear, not that I had any big doubts. He invited us to stay for dinner; to eat the animals that had been sacrificed by the people before us, but none of us thought that was a good idea. Then a lady came in and we got to follow her consultation as they talked in mina so we didn’t understand anyways. Otherwise it is just the voodoo priest and the one asking for something (and a few helpers) that are allowed to enter the room. It was very interesting to follow the process even though the smell of old gin and blood made most of us a bit nauseous.
The following day the HYPERLINK "http://www.kyltti.com" www.kyltti.com dudes came to Grand Popo. We had dinner at Lion Bar, good food and nice atmosphere as always, and had a great evening. Kyltti boys were a lot of fun. They were a real äijä group, in a good way. The next day I left for Togo which unfortunately meant that I didn’t have the time to show them around in Grand Popo but I heard rumours that they had a good time and left the village with a smile on their faces. I sure hope to meet them again one day, maybe in Finland or somewhere else. They seem to be on the road quit actively so wouldn’t be completely unthinkable to see the guys carrying their road sign somewhere in an unknown location. Yesterday I found out that one of them succeeded in putting his finger in the fan so he received 4 stitches without local anaesthesia somewhere in Burkina Faso. Good job!
Then two Finnish scholars and I went to Lomé. We took motorbikes, that drove like mad, to the boarder where it took around one hours to walk over to the Togolese side. There we found a bush taxi that drove us to our shabby but friendly hotel. In the evening we went to a Lebanese restaurant and I can’t even describe how nice it was to eat something else than rice or pâte with fish. We ordered falafel with hummus and ate until we almost dropped. It was marvellous to get tastes that have been gone for so long. After midnight we took motorbikes back to the hotel. This was one of the first times I held on like it would be my last day on earth. Well, when the speed meter is jumping between 70 and 130 km/h and you of course don’t have helmets and your cheeks are pulled back like in a roller coaster you easily see your life flash in front of you. To make things even a bit more exciting we slowed down at red lights but couldn’t stop as we were not in a good area of town which meant that if stopped by a red light on a moto I would have been robbed directly. So the drivers just screamed “allez allez allez” to each other and kept on driving. I was even pleased to greet the cockroach in the hotel room., even though I tried to kill him a while later without succeeding so we ended up sharing the same room and the bastard didn’t pay for his share.
The next 3 days we saw a lot in Lomé and had a lot of fun. It is an easy city to get a grip of with lots of friendly people and not as polluted as Cotonou. The down side is the corruption and all the military road blocks that demand money or take your moto if you don’t have all papers in order which many people don’t. We luckily managed to avoid them which was a very good thing as we didn’t have our passports on us as they were at the immigration office in order to extend the visa and of course we didn’t have any other id’s with us. So a hello from the militaries would have cost us quite a bit.
Then we put one of the Finnish scholar in a bush taxi and sent her to the Beninese boarder as she was leaving for Finland later the same day. She had a successful trip even though she doesn’t speak any French. The other scholar, Camilla and I, were invited to talk on the radio about sexual harassment. The host of the program wasn’t doing a very good job so one can easily say that we saved his show. It was very interesting to see a radio studio on Togo and I was told that Riki Sorsa is on their play list… I never found out why, but there he is.
All in all we spent 4 very nice days in Lomé and it was also nice to get out from Grand Popo a bit. Even though it is a lovely peaceful safe beach village one can get the urge to see something else.
The rain has started to fall heavily and sometimes at night I think the rain is coming through the roof but so far all is good. Nisse is in terrible shape which means that I have to push/run in order to start him. Luckily there are no traffic lights in grand popo as I couldn’t stop and easily continue the journey. I wonder if Nisse will make it to the end, meaning my time in Grand Popo?
A few days I made dinner to Florence and Boris and it was great to see their surprised faces as I prepared things they have never heard of or tasted before. I had bought egg noodles and Soya sauce in Lomé (things you definitely don’t find in grand popo) so I fried some onions, lots of garlic, different vegetables that I found that day and finally put the precooked noodles in the frying pan and poured some more soya sauce over the entire thing. Fried noodles! They really enjoyed it even though they looked at it a bit suspicious at first.
Now I am on Easter holiday meaning that I have Friday to Monday off. I was thinking about travelling somewhere but it is also quite nice to just relax for a few days, and besides I just a few days came from Togo. We shall see.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
pictures finally
so here comes a link to a few pictures! as i am in cotonou for 2 days i finally got the chance to use faster internet and post these!
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enjoy and hugs
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enjoy and hugs
Friday, February 29, 2008
Sleepless nights
I have been having sleepless nights. Or let’s say that I do fall asleep relatively early, around 11 or 12 but then I wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning and can’t sleep anymore. Frustrating. So what is on my mind? Well maybe better to ask, what is not on my mind. Seems like I have the world in my head. Maybe drinking wine and reading Kierkegaard isn’t the best after all. It is not uncommon for me to not sleep as I have sleeping problems since teenage years, but until now I have slept like a baby here. Maybe Lariam is finally starting to show its brighter sides… I have had a few hallucinations but nothing more serious. I hope it stays at this. Maybe sleeplessness is also caused by the fact that it is now bloody hot at nights and my fan sucks. Last night there were also heavy rains and massive thunders. It looked like the sky had a disco. At least today the air is very fresh but also very humid. We are a sweaty bunch of people.
Maarit left and the bed suddenly feels very big. Where is that little blond thing that I used to accidentally hit during the night? I do get lots of new bed partner offers, but nah, alone is good. Unfortunately everyone doesn’t get the no and keep on trying until I completely loose my nerves. At least no one enters my bedroom when they hang around the house. They kindly stay behind the mosquito net-door and wouldn’t even dare to touch it. Good good.
I have a lot of nice programs in front on me. Tomorrow after work I will go with Boris to the Saturday market and then go home to his place and assist him cook dinner for his family. Will be exciting to see his place and watch him cook African style. His mother is crazy about me as she thinks I will be the future wife. Sorry mum, Boris is not the one for me. It will be nice though to meet his family. The same evening there is the monthly concert at Villa Karo and on Sunday I will take a motorboat to “bouche de roi” which is where the sea meets the river. It is supposed to be one of the most beautiful places here in the area. I will spend the day swimming, eating pick nick food and simply relaxing. On Monday evening I’ll go to Cotonou to welcome the new arriving Finnish scholar and on Tuesday I will be back in Grand Popo. Pas mal de program! I can’t believe it is almost march. Where is time disappearing? Well at least days are longer now that I don’t sleep… Bon, ce n’est pas grave. Sleep comes and goes like most things in life. Sometimes you have more of it, almost too much and something you lack it.
Maarit left and the bed suddenly feels very big. Where is that little blond thing that I used to accidentally hit during the night? I do get lots of new bed partner offers, but nah, alone is good. Unfortunately everyone doesn’t get the no and keep on trying until I completely loose my nerves. At least no one enters my bedroom when they hang around the house. They kindly stay behind the mosquito net-door and wouldn’t even dare to touch it. Good good.
I have a lot of nice programs in front on me. Tomorrow after work I will go with Boris to the Saturday market and then go home to his place and assist him cook dinner for his family. Will be exciting to see his place and watch him cook African style. His mother is crazy about me as she thinks I will be the future wife. Sorry mum, Boris is not the one for me. It will be nice though to meet his family. The same evening there is the monthly concert at Villa Karo and on Sunday I will take a motorboat to “bouche de roi” which is where the sea meets the river. It is supposed to be one of the most beautiful places here in the area. I will spend the day swimming, eating pick nick food and simply relaxing. On Monday evening I’ll go to Cotonou to welcome the new arriving Finnish scholar and on Tuesday I will be back in Grand Popo. Pas mal de program! I can’t believe it is almost march. Where is time disappearing? Well at least days are longer now that I don’t sleep… Bon, ce n’est pas grave. Sleep comes and goes like most things in life. Sometimes you have more of it, almost too much and something you lack it.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Parties, spiders, chickens and good vibes!
My need for own time, meaning at least one hour by myself a week, has been accomplished as the new neighbours have been quite busy. I got what I needed. Otherwise it has worked out very well and I think everyone is happy. Very nice neighbours, I have to say. Last thursday we arranged a party at the house, a party for Maarit’s departure. We cooked, or actually Boris did, for about 40 people, and we bought 8 liters of wine, 2 bottles of Pastis and a bottle of whiskey and everything was gone by the end of the night. That is what one would call a good celebration! Did I say Africans don’t drink? Ups. Well actually people drink quite a bit, all the time, strong palm booze, but seldom one sees people in a Finnish state of drunkenness. I might even admit that I was a little tipsy last night but then again it was the first time being tipsy in Africa. The party created lots of laughter and dancing until the dying of the stereo. One can’t have a party in Benin without music and dance so this meant that the party also died. At least everyone enjoyed themselves as long as it lasted. Have to admit that I was rather tired this morning and to my luck I had 5 guiding tours in a row…
On saturday the ex Villa Karo trainee Linni that currently lives in Lomé also came over with three friends and they will all stay at my place. Now you might think that I was getting stressed as I need my own time, but nah, I just need it once in a while, every few months. I am glad that they were here and we had a good weekend together. The ones that know me also know that I am a social monkey and enjoy having people around me. And besides I am not here to be alone, I am here to dance, laugh, learn, talk, socialize and what not. Mission accomplished as by the end of the night, of our big party, I was called “the petite beninoise”, thanks to my enthusiastic dancing. Yesterday I went to Cotonou, just for the day. It was a long and sweaty journey as the cars are always packed, meaning three people on the front seat, four in the back and yesterday one also in the luggage storage. On the way back from Cotonou we also had some chickens in the car that made lots of unhappy sounds. My intension was to find a internet café in order to download some pictures but the one I found was closed and then I finally didn’t have time to go to the others as I went with Villa Karo’s night guard Abdullai and he had to be back at work. But on my way to Cotonou my phone rang and surprise surprise it was Veronica. That was very nice. We talked for quite some time and it only cost her 1.5€ as she called through skype. Apparently one can also call very cheaply from Finland, cheap = 4 cents à minute, if dialling 99533 before my Benin number, that is +229 97831277. So wink wink, if anyone wants to call It is of course nice to hear voices from backhome!
What else? A chicken decided to enter my house the other day and make a hell of a lot of fuss about leaving. And oh yes, the spider. The electricity in Grand Popo is a mess which results in electrical cuts lasting a few hours to days. This means that the fridges melt and the fans don’t work which means that it feels like one is sleeping in a bad sauna and is completely covered in sweat in the morning. This is how I met the spider. The fans didn’t work and I was tired and sweaty at 7 a.m. and of course the lights in the bathroom didn’t work. In the semi darkness I could still see a hairy body on the wall. A monster spider! I went to get a candle and a stick. With a candle in one hand and the murder weapon in the other hand I entered the battle zone. The monster spider wasn’t ready to breathe his last breath. I kept on hitting him while he kept on defending himself and pretending not to get hurt. Finally I got him down on his knees and with a shoe I took his life. At this point Maarit woke up wondering what the hell I was doing hitting the wall and screaming like a mad woman. A real murder scene!
Yesterday evening I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was chilling on the sofa reading an old iltasanomat (actually the sport section !! as that was the only magazine that was laying around) and drinking a glass of wine when my flatmates and their friends, meaning 6 local men, started to dance, sing and drum on the table. What a joy, energy and laughter. Couldn’t imagine seeing 6 men in Finland dance just like that out the blue with so much energy and happiness. I really felt like “the dude” chilling on the sofa with my sport section and wine watching the dancing men. This is exactly what makes one fall in love with Benin and maybe Africa in general (even though I never want to generalize Africa).
Pia asked me to comment Bush’s appearance in Benin but honestly I am in a complete news shade. I don’t have TV, we don’t have a newspaper and unfortunately I don’t have a radio… Of course I heard about Bush visiting, but that is all. So please do inform me of the biggest news events. Even though last night I got a fresh Helsingin Sanomat in my hand, wow, with the arrival of the new Finnish neighbours. That is surely something.
Unfortunately Maarit is leaving tomorrow. I was just thinking about it the other day that Maarit and I met on the airport in Cotonou the second of January and ever since we have shared the same room and bed, and it has worked out fantastically. It is surprising how easily it can be to get along with someone you have never met before and suddenly you are together all hours of the day. Well lately Maarit has been travelling around a bit so we haven’t been attached to the hip like we were in the beginning. She doesn’t look too excited about going home to Rauma. I wish her the best luck with everything! Things will be alright and like we say here: there is always tomorrow.
On saturday the ex Villa Karo trainee Linni that currently lives in Lomé also came over with three friends and they will all stay at my place. Now you might think that I was getting stressed as I need my own time, but nah, I just need it once in a while, every few months. I am glad that they were here and we had a good weekend together. The ones that know me also know that I am a social monkey and enjoy having people around me. And besides I am not here to be alone, I am here to dance, laugh, learn, talk, socialize and what not. Mission accomplished as by the end of the night, of our big party, I was called “the petite beninoise”, thanks to my enthusiastic dancing. Yesterday I went to Cotonou, just for the day. It was a long and sweaty journey as the cars are always packed, meaning three people on the front seat, four in the back and yesterday one also in the luggage storage. On the way back from Cotonou we also had some chickens in the car that made lots of unhappy sounds. My intension was to find a internet café in order to download some pictures but the one I found was closed and then I finally didn’t have time to go to the others as I went with Villa Karo’s night guard Abdullai and he had to be back at work. But on my way to Cotonou my phone rang and surprise surprise it was Veronica. That was very nice. We talked for quite some time and it only cost her 1.5€ as she called through skype. Apparently one can also call very cheaply from Finland, cheap = 4 cents à minute, if dialling 99533 before my Benin number, that is +229 97831277. So wink wink, if anyone wants to call It is of course nice to hear voices from backhome!
What else? A chicken decided to enter my house the other day and make a hell of a lot of fuss about leaving. And oh yes, the spider. The electricity in Grand Popo is a mess which results in electrical cuts lasting a few hours to days. This means that the fridges melt and the fans don’t work which means that it feels like one is sleeping in a bad sauna and is completely covered in sweat in the morning. This is how I met the spider. The fans didn’t work and I was tired and sweaty at 7 a.m. and of course the lights in the bathroom didn’t work. In the semi darkness I could still see a hairy body on the wall. A monster spider! I went to get a candle and a stick. With a candle in one hand and the murder weapon in the other hand I entered the battle zone. The monster spider wasn’t ready to breathe his last breath. I kept on hitting him while he kept on defending himself and pretending not to get hurt. Finally I got him down on his knees and with a shoe I took his life. At this point Maarit woke up wondering what the hell I was doing hitting the wall and screaming like a mad woman. A real murder scene!
Yesterday evening I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was chilling on the sofa reading an old iltasanomat (actually the sport section !! as that was the only magazine that was laying around) and drinking a glass of wine when my flatmates and their friends, meaning 6 local men, started to dance, sing and drum on the table. What a joy, energy and laughter. Couldn’t imagine seeing 6 men in Finland dance just like that out the blue with so much energy and happiness. I really felt like “the dude” chilling on the sofa with my sport section and wine watching the dancing men. This is exactly what makes one fall in love with Benin and maybe Africa in general (even though I never want to generalize Africa).
Pia asked me to comment Bush’s appearance in Benin but honestly I am in a complete news shade. I don’t have TV, we don’t have a newspaper and unfortunately I don’t have a radio… Of course I heard about Bush visiting, but that is all. So please do inform me of the biggest news events. Even though last night I got a fresh Helsingin Sanomat in my hand, wow, with the arrival of the new Finnish neighbours. That is surely something.
Unfortunately Maarit is leaving tomorrow. I was just thinking about it the other day that Maarit and I met on the airport in Cotonou the second of January and ever since we have shared the same room and bed, and it has worked out fantastically. It is surprising how easily it can be to get along with someone you have never met before and suddenly you are together all hours of the day. Well lately Maarit has been travelling around a bit so we haven’t been attached to the hip like we were in the beginning. She doesn’t look too excited about going home to Rauma. I wish her the best luck with everything! Things will be alright and like we say here: there is always tomorrow.
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