Tuesday, 30 August 2011
(Jeanie, I meant to consult you before posting this blog but I didn’t get around to it – hope you don’t mind!)
I met Jeanie when I moved to Grande Prairie in 2008 although it feels like I’ve known her much longer (in a good way.) We both accepted jobs at Forbes; my 4th year of teaching and Jeanie’s first. Somewhere in that year, we bonded over teaching, books, movies, drinks, food, and pretty much anything and everything else.
Three quarters of the way through that year at Forbes, I came to Jeanie after Joe and I were presented with the idea of moving overseas and she, of course, was a huge support. Jeanie has travelled extensively – all over Europe, Thailand, Cuba, USA, etc – and she didn’t hesitate to pack up her life every once in awhile for a new experience. So, at the end of the year, I took off to Houston, she took off to Thailand for the summer and then returned for her second year of teaching.
As you know, our road to the expat life wasn’t short and after spending several months in Houston, I returned to Grande Prairie and picked up a temporary teaching position while we awaited our destination. In the meantime, Jeanie had come across an opportunity to teach at a Canadian international school in Singapore. She asked what I thought and I responded with the same enthusiasm she gave me the year before. I like to think that I helped her secure the position with a bit of assistance in her resume but really it was her passion and dedication to teaching that is obvious when you meet her.
We laughed as Joe and I had several locations fall through and here was Jeanie, starting a year later than us and she already new where and when she was going. In the end, Joe and I left Grande Prairie about 2 weeks before Jeanie did off to different continents and surely, different experiences.
Jeanie took off to the ultra modern, ultra clean Singapore and Joe and I landed in third world Africa. We kept up with each others’ blogs and skyped a few times and reveled at the differences in our experience moving overseas. Here Jeanie was battling the Singapore transit system and I was faced with Africa and all of its frustrations. Jeanie had to overcome a bit more homesickness than I did but she also got to do a lot more traveling – Hong Kong, Cambodia, Thailand, Australia, China and Japan just in the past year.
A few weeks ago, Joe let me know that he put in a request to complete a course in Singapore. I didn’t even budge as he’s done this numerous times throughout the year (albeit, not in Singapore but other locations throughout the world) and nothing was ever approved. His boss was holding out hoping he could arrange the course in West Africa. Imagine my surprise and excitement when it was APPROVED!
Immediately, I began daydreaming of catching up with Jeanie. Shopping, eating, drinking coffees and being able to see first-hand what a move to Asia looks like!
In a little under 2 weeks, Joe and I should be jetting off to Singapore. Jeanie, I can’t wait to be reunited! See you soon!
(PS. Everyone, keep your fingers crossed that airlines don’t close, jobs don’t come up, and nothing else happens forcing us to cancel this trip!)
Monday, 29 August 2011
On the absolute best day, the water pressure is so low that it’s hard to take a shower. For that reason, the majority of expats have a large reservoir tank (ours is 1000 litres) and a pump. The tank fills up with the regular town water and then the pump takes over to force more water with more pressure into the house. The water gets shut off regularly here but sometimes you hardly notice as you use the water from the tank and then it gets turned back on again and the tank fills. Unfortunately this week, we've noticed it!
The water has been shut off EVERY day for several hours at a time. The first time, all of our tank water was used as our guard graciously washed our cars (ahhh!!! I would have preferred flushing toilets than a clean car but whatever.) After that, it was impossible to catch up. The water would be turned on again for a couple of hours but the pressure was so low that it couldn’t make it up the pipes to our tank.
It is never pretty when the water is out. Toilets aren’t flushed ALL day, dishes are stacked up, not even rinsed from the previous nights dinner, you can’t easily wash your hands and showers are almost impossible. The whole place starts to smell. Obviously, we always have a stock of drinking water so we don’t suffer there and we use that to wash up when needed but these water outages are never fun. We’ve been steadily without regular water for close to a week and there’s no telling how much longer this streak will go on. (Last year was similar at this time – the end of the dry season - and it was at least a couple of weeks without regular water.)
When the water does return, we use it sparingly and wonder when it will stop again until it seems to come back for good. Life in the third world - always interesting!
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Fabric colour and patterns are a big thing in Africa and they’re used on many different occasions. When a wedding is going to take place, both the bride and the groom choose a fabric and all of their guests are required to get an outfit made out of that fabric. On special events, such as last week’s Independence Day, companies will choose a fabric and make shirts for each of their employees. Last year, there were fabrics specifically designed for the 50th anniversary of Gabon with emblems, president’s faces, and anything else ‘Gabonese.’
The tailors make a wide variety of African fashions and it’s generally quite cheap. You can get your custom dress made anywhere from around 10 000 cfa ($20) up depending on how elaborate it is. You can also take in something you already own and they’ll try to make a replica.
I’m still thinking that sometime this year we should throw an “African Party” and we’ll all get elaborate African dresses made and our husbands can get matching shirts. Oh the life of an expat housewife...
Friday, 19 August 2011
The government only announces this immediately before the holiday is to commence so this year we heard rumblings Friday evening and it was confirmed Saturday morning at the police station when they told us they were closed until the following Friday. (Yes, even the police station closes!) This makes it virtually impossible to organize any sort of travel plans, which is sort of annoying. Joe could have taken today off and we’d have 9 days of travel time. Instead, we stayed in Port Gentil.
It is also a little annoying not knowing in advance that all of the stores are going to be closed for the week. This made doing all of those little jobs around the new apartment difficult, as we weren’t able to get any supplies. Luckily, the supermarket opened for limited hours throughout the week so we weren’t forced to starve!
The President of Gabon arrived in Port Gentil Saturday afternoon and as far as I know, this was his first trip to our city since we’ve lived here. He has a giant palace downtown only a couple of blocks from our new place that sits vacant all year long. Many of the roads were closed and guarded by the army and police for the afternoon so that he’d have a clear route. I’m not sure how long he stayed but not long enough for the festivities on the 17th.
At midnight on the 16th they had a fabulous fireworks show. It was fabulous even to Western standards and Joe and I had the luxury of watching from our home as they were set off 1 block from us on the ocean. The next morning the main event was a parade although Joe and I never went. (He went to work in the morning.) Afterwards, most foreign companies organize a party for all of their employees complete with food but as I’ve mentioned before, Halliburton Gabon sucks and no such thing was done for us. (They did have shirts and dresses made for all of the local employees but expats were not included. Perhaps they also had a party but we certainly weren’t on the invite list!)
(I tried to upload a firework picture here but Wordpress is giving me an error - sorry!)
All in all, we enjoyed our relaxing week and Joe trudged off to work again this morning for one more day before the weekend!
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
Christiana came highly recommended. She worked with my friends for the entirety of their stay in Gabon and was reliable and trustworthy and the timing was perfect – our friends left in July and we arrived in August ready for our new apartment.
Currently, she is set to work Monday through Friday from 8:00 am to 3:00 pm for a salary of 150 000 per month ($300.) Obviously, we don’t need someone that often so many days I’ll send her home at lunch but we wanted to make sure that we didn’t give her too slack a schedule because then it might be hard to change afterwards.
There have been a couple of perks aside from not having to clean that I didn’t foresee:
- When we need something done at the house (a plumber, electrician, A/C maintenance, etc.) I don’t have to sit around waiting all day wondering when they are going to show up because Christiana is here.
- If there is a problem (like our new oven not working) I can explain to Christiana and she will phone someone for me so that I don’t have to do the dreaded French phone calls. (Christiana does not speak English but she worked with English people the last 3 years so she’s a bit more intuitive when it comes to figuring out what I’m saying if I’m not sure of the words in French.)
- She is great at ironing so even my sheets get pressed.
- I’ve been getting a ton of practice speaking in French and she corrects me and teaches me new words all of the time.
So far, so good and fingers crossed that it continues on this path!
Friday, 5 August 2011
I received a piece of mail yesterday and it sparked a frustration that has been burrowing inside me (and Joe) and I'd love to get it off my chest.
Africa is a continent and it is HUGE! It is the second largest continent with the second largest population (behind Asia.) It has 54 countries - 54, that's a lot - and it's home to over 1 BILLION people.
Simple lesson here: Africa ≠ South Africa
South Africa is 1 out of 54 countries on the continent of Africa. So when I say I live in Africa, it does not mean I live in South Africa. (You would be surprised how often we get that response!) Should be fairly simple however, even some major organisations have had troubles with this concept.
1. Royal Bank of Canada addressed a piece of mail to me as
Jay St John
Port Gentil, Gabon, South Africa
RBC - you should be ashamed.
And even worse...
2. The IRS (Yes, the Internal Revenue Service of the USA)
did the exact same thing on mail addressed to Joe.
Now that is embarassing.
Ahhh - I feel much better. Thank you for indulging me.
Monday, 1 August 2011
Keep in mind, this does not include all of the curtains we bought for our new apartment, new clothes, wedding gifts (hard drives full of movies & TV shows thanks to Kellen, Jessica & Mike B,) Joe's diabetic supplies & prescriptions for the year, kitchen utensils (bbq lighter, tongs, meat tenderizer,) and anything else we may have picked up earlier on in the trip.