Sam's Zambia Experience

The End Of Poverty

2010-06-19T07:52:00.000-07:00

It's been a long time, since I published a post. I considered this blog retired, until I saw the documentary I embedded below. It is not directly related to my Zambia experience, and it is not short, but I think it is very interesting and educational.

Democratic Governance

2009-12-29T13:38:00.000-08:00

This is the first time I am publishing a "video post". Although it is not directly Zambia related, I find it very thought provoking and interesting. I believe that if more people thought about these things, the world would be a better place.

Beyond King of the Mountain from doubletake tv on Vimeo.

A Special Message from Azadeh, Education Relief Network's President

2009-12-16T20:21:00.001-08:00

Dear Reader,

The purpose of this post is to ask for contributions towards sending less privileged children to school. As Sam mentioned in his previous blog posts, thousands if not hundreds of thousands of children in Zambia are deprived of a chance to attain basic education because of their inability to pay an annual tuition amount. This amount is often minimal for our western lifestyles. An average of about a hundred dollars is usually enough to send a high school kid to school for an entire year. Yet, being able to afford this amount of money on education is very often impossible in these communities!

Education Relief Network (“ERN”) aspires to enable as many children as possible to continue their basic education so that through education the cycles of extreme poverty can be broken. To start our work towards this goal, we are hoping to send about 22 students (which I personally interviewed and selected as our first group of beneficiaries) to school the next school year. The new school year in Zambia starts next month. We need around $3,000 to make the dream of attending school possible for these children, and we are asking for your help.

The school fees are different for each student, because they go to different schools and are in different grades. Below are pictures of some of the 22 students we’d like to sponsor. On average, their annual tuition is $100 and the total amount of money they need, which includes tuition, uniform, shoes, and exam fees are: $150.

At this point ERN is an official Non-Profit, but due to the lengthy process of becoming a 501(c)3 organization, we have not yet been able to obtain official recognition from the IRS. We hope to be able to obtain this recognition in 2010. However, because at this point we do not have a 501(c)3 status, donations to our organization may not be tax deductible. Having said that, we hope that you find it in your heart to sponsor one or two or a few of these kids based on the necessity of education and the difference it can make in the lives of the poor.

You can send your donation to ERN’s PayPal account at donate@educationrelief.org or email us for instructions on how to send a check, or use alternate methods of payment. If you have further questions about the organization, the process or anything else please send an email to admin@educationrelief.org.

We greatly appreciate your help and support, and so does each sponsored child!

Angela Hamonga is a double-orphan 9th grader who is responsible for taking care of herself and her siblings!

Brian Chinciwela is a 17 year old 9th grader who lives with his parents, siblings and other family in a 10 person-household.

Clara Malenga is a double-orphan 11th grader who lives her uncle and his family

THIS IS IT for Sam's Zambia Experience!

2009-11-21T11:20:00.000-08:00

You were the motivation for me to keep publishing posts! THANK YOU very much for visiting my blog! Although I highly doubt that you had nearly as much fun reading it, as I had writing it, I do hope that you enjoyed the posts. Since April, this site received thousands of hits from 61countries.

I hope that through this medium I was able to shed some light on what life in an African country is like, even though this blog may resemble using a match to light a palace. I hope that I shared enough information to reduce common prejudices about places, people and life in an African country, and I hope that I was able to expand your horizons. I hope that you are now more aware and care (more) about life in places that are not “just around the corner”. Finally, I hope that I was able to build up enough interest and/or courage that you may even consider a trip to Zambia, or any other country that seems “so far away and so different”. This trip to Zambia, was certainly an experience of a lifetime, and I'll keep the memories forever.

For those of you who would like to travel, but are not in a position to do that, I hope that at some point in the near future you will be able to travel, and I hope that in the meantime you were able share my experience of life in Zambia.

In closing, I would like to thank my lovely wife Azadeh. Not only has she been volunteered to become an editor, a model and a photographer, but this whole "blog thing" was initially HER idea; and come to think of it, the whole “doing service abroad thing" was also initially HER idea. In other words, without her, I wouldn’t have made it to Africa, and you wouldn’t have been able to read this sentence. THANK YOU AZADEH!

The Birth of an Organization

2009-11-18T13:41:00.000-08:00

It’s Official! Azadeh’s inspiration to start her own non-profit organization has turned into reality.

Based on our research (in addition to just seeing the obvious) we felt that there is a significant, unfulfilled need for educational assistance in Zambia. Education Relief Network’s mission is to promote sustainable socio-economic development by facilitating universal access to quality education.

In the immediate future, the objective is to raise funds and sponsor students’ school related fees such as: tuition, uniform (and shoes), and exam fees. If you are interested in contributing, or learning more, please email us at: ERNZambia@gmail.com.

Below is a brief description of the situation of schools in Zambia and our idea on how to improve this situation:

Government (public) schools in Zambia do not have the capacity to educate all of the children in the country. There are enormous areas of the nation (and even large areas of the capital city - Lusaka) which have no government schools. However, even the population that lives in the vicinity of government schools, is often unable to send its’ children to those schools, because of tuition and uniform fees. The fees are in the range of about $25-$100 per semester and the great majority of the people cannot afford to pay that.

As a result, people living in poverty have teamed up and created what they call “community schools”. Most of these “community schools” are in very bad shape (overcrowded and inadequate infrastructure – see pictures). Moreover, even these schools are inaccessible to the most vulnerable children because these kids cannot afford the $5-$20 annual tuition fees that the schools charge.

Observing this situation led us to the idea of establishing an organization that would provide assistance to the most disadvantaged schools and students. We’d like to help build/improve “community schools” and assist students with their fees. In particular, our current focus is students in grade 8 and above, given the following situation: Usually, “community schools” go up to grade 7. Thereafter, students have to switch to (expensive) government schools or QUIT. The fact that students completed seven grades shows dedication and the understanding of how important education is. Further, the switch from community to government schools is truly difficult for most families.

Given that we lived in Zambia, we are planning on "starting" with Zambia, but we are certainly looking forward to becoming involved in other countries/regions in the future.

If you have followed this blog, you may have seen these pictures before. For those of you who have not been following, here are a few examples of “community schools” and the condition they're in:

Double orphans

Students welcoming Azadeh & Co - I wonder how they all fit into the building

A community "school"

This community school is in "pretty good" shape - note: no "real" windows and no electricity

It's All a Dream!

2009-11-12T08:22:00.000-08:00

It’s officially been one week now since Azadeh and I left Zambia! I am sad to report that, at this point, it all seems like a dream – (almost) everything has turned from everyday reality into memories – Significant exceptions are the many friendships we have formed and the lessons we learned.

I am back to the “real world” with full force. Although, I am currently in Hungary, visiting my dad, family and friends, I am spending the bulk of my time researching career opportunities. It’s getting too close to “game time” (our return to the US) and I want to hit the ground running. At this point, I am glad to have gotten away from life in the slow lane. I feel like I have just left a busy street with lots of pot holes, lights and heavy traffic, and entered a race track, where it’s just me, my car and no speed limits. I wonder how long this feeling will last - Sooner or later, I’ll likely run out of gas.

Don’t get me wrong. Although, I am happy to be “back”, I MISS ZAMBIA -- a LOT!! There are several things I miss, such as:

First and foremost, I miss the people(!!!) In particular, I miss:

The little, barefooted kids in the compounds smiling and full of excitement yelling: “Wazungu! Wazungu!” as soon as they discovered us. Once all of the kids within a fifty yard radius gathered around, each one of them asked “How are you?” “How are you?” “How are you?” “How are you?” “How are you?” “How are you?” over and over and over again…. Laughing with full enjoyment every time we responded! I certainly miss those kids!!!!

The newspaper sellers who greeted us every morning on the way to work with big smiles on their faces.

The street vendors who tried to sell anything from fruits and vegetables to games to clothes to household items to puppies (yes you can buy puppies while waiting for the light to turn green).

The “market vendors” who came up with all sorts of reasons why I should buy something that I don’t need or want.

The maids – in particular Idah who helped us for the bulk of the time we were there. We’re particularly happy about having hired her, because we feel that we supported a good cause (her education) and we feel that we were able to mentor her at least at some minimal level.

The PCI Staff – These are the people we spent most of our time with. Without them, we would just have been another “Tourist Muzungu” couple.

Friends who not only were part of our social life, but who also helped us a LOT!! (from teaching us how things work in Zambia, to checking out cars for us, to letting us borrow things,…)

The Garden Girls & (especially) The Bauleni Boys who are an amazing group of youth

The Baha’i Community which is just exceptional!

Further, I miss being in a situation where I feel I can help people – of course, there is always a way to serve humanity and to help people, but it’s not as “easy” here as it is there, because the “level” and the “visibility” of needs are very different.
I miss “our” house – It was a small, one-bedroom place on our landlord’s property, but I simply LOVED it! – even with temporary (but frequent) interruptions of power and water and all! (A better working shower, and a bathroom sink that my hands actually fit in would have perfected the place… but then again, nothing is perfect, right?!)
I miss Nature – although I am arguably in the middle of “nature” as I’m writing this (I don’t think you can name a fruit or vegetable that my dad has not planted on his land), but it’s certainly not the same – there are no lions or leopards here that you can take pictures of – there are no elephants that you can ride on – there are no crocs that you can kiss – there are no snakes that you can hold – there are no monkeys that block the roads – there are no Victoria falls to admire – there are no Cheetahs to nibble on you or scratch you….
I miss the “positiveness” – Zambians in general are very positive people, especially those living in poverty. It seems that the less they have, the happier they are. The people living in compounds always managed to put a smile on their face when we saw them. People (for the most part) seemed to be thankful for the little they had. Unfortunately, the ones that “had more” were not “as positive” as pride started to play a part, and people appeared to want to “one up” another. I can’t imagine how I am going to feel about this once I get back to the US, in particular Orange County.
I miss the chaos – Not only do I have to “re-adjust” to driving on the RIGHT side of the road, but I also have to “re-adjust” to actually following traffic rules. It’s amazing how people here actually STOP when the light turns red. I think in Zambia they need to go one step above red – maybe purple?! Another unforgettable experience I’ll miss, that in a way also shows Zambia’s peacefulness, is that an entire group of us was able to fly from Lusaka to Mfuwe and back and stay at a lodge without being asked for any kind identification whatsoever – further, some of us caused the metal detector to go off (at both airports), and no one cared. When was the last time that happened to you?!?!

LESSONS LEARNED in Zambia

There are LOTS of lessons I learned and EXPERIENCED in Zambia. A few examples are:

Patience – Everything was sooooo SLOW and sooooo LATE. In the beginning, I couldn’t help but explode due to frustration, but gradually, I became immune and developed a lot of patience, particularly for things that weren’t under my control.

Be Thankful and stay Positive – Life is NOT a competition!!! That does not mean that one should not pursue one’s dreams or try to improve oneself – it simply means that jealousy and pride are not healthy!

Things aren’t always as they appear – One of our friends sponsored a kid’s school tuition – just to find out later that the kid dropped out of school. Needless to say, our friend became very disappointed and considered quitting sponsorships! However, upon questioning the boy about the reasons, it turned out that it wasn’t the kid’s choice to drop out – The mother decided that it was more important to use the “tuition assistance” to provide food for the family. Although our friend thinks that this was the “wrong” decision, he can’t help but accept it, learn from it, and more importantly appreciate the truthfulness of the boy and his mom. When he sponsors kids now, he pays the school directly, in an effort to prevent these kinds of issues.

Communication – There are plenty of examples that truly show the importance of this. One simple one is related to the example above. If that same mother would have communicated the family’s situation to our friend – whether directly or through her son – there would have been plenty of ways to solve the issue of insufficient income without causing the son to fall back an entire year.

LIVE YOUR LIFE – After my experience of living in Zambia, I can’t help but notice how “attached” most people are to their paychecks and to their lifestyles. In the US, for example, it is common to work (at LEAST 40 hours) per week. Further, it is not uncommon to see that people even work on their days off. On average, employees get two weeks vacation, maybe three, if they are lucky. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that lifestyle. However, it is important to note that this is a CHOICE or simply an OPTION for most people, and I don’t think that most people see it as such. “Alternative options” may mean less income, which may mean “fewer” material goods or less certainty or “alternative options” may mean taking on a higher level of risk with a potential of making more money. The important lesson here, and likely the most important one I learned through my experience in Zambia is this: It is imperative to consciously make decisions about one’s lifestyle! What is HAPPINESS worth to you?

Good Bye Zambia!

2009-11-06T07:34:00.001-08:00

It’s been over two weeks since I published a post, mainly due to “technical difficulties” at work. Since our return from South Africa, PCI has experienced significant Internet connection issues. When we were lucky, Internet worked once a day for about 10 minutes... In addition, for the last 5 days or so, the phones were dead. The entire organization had to rely on one phone line and no internet connection. Can you imagine running a business under these circumstances?

The main subject of this post, however, is not related to “technical” difficulties. I’d like to describe our last day in Lusaka. We were hoping to be able to relax, reflect and say our good-byes in peace. That was certainly not the case.

Early in the morning we “moved” for the fourth time in less than 8 months. At around 9:30 (please don’t tell our boss J ) we finally arrived at the office, and received the “big news” of the day; A friend of ours tried, but was unable to do us a favor, and we had to figure out how to go about it. Guardian Insurance Brokers, who provided excellent service us, issued us a refund for the unused portion of our policy. Supposedly, this is unheard of in Zambia. Within our network, not a single person has ever heard about an Insurance company giving cash refunds. The fact that they issued a refund is only the tip of the level of service they provided. Here are further details:

As we didn’t have a bank account in Zambia, we would have had trouble cashing a check, so they agreed to write a check in a friend’s name. Unfortunately, that friend was unable to cash the check due to bank issues, so we decided to take the check back to the insurance company, explain the situation, and see if they can do anything. Astonishingly, they agreed to cash the check for us, and asked us to come back in the afternoon. When we arrived in the afternoon to pick up the cash, the owner of the brokerage invited us to his office for a little chat. We learned that he is a very active member of the Lion’s club, and we talked about a few of their projects. Once (too much) time passed Mr. Chiti, personally, called the accountant who had gone to the bank to cash the check, to see where she is, and it turned out that she forgot to take the check with her. Upon hearing that, and knowing our situation (of leaving the country the day after), the Chief Executive took out his wallet, and paid us cash directly. We were very pleasantly surprised. Although I have been quite happy with our Insurance companies in the US, I haven’t heard a story quite like this one. As a thank you, I have provided their contact information on the sidebar of this blog. If you are or will be in Zambia, and need insurance, call Mr. Chiti!!

On the way to the insurance company, we had another EXPERIENCE!!! We were pulled over - for what, I’m not sure. I think for having a clean car J. It’s interesting how it works here. Traffic police generally do not drive cars, so they physically jump in front of the vehicle (while it is driving at full speed until the driver reacts – In other words, the officers risk their lives).We were driving behind a car, following it safely, and going exactly as fast as it did. The car in front did not get pulled over, but we did… hmmm … wonder why J So the officer comes up to the car and says something to the effect of “Nice Car!” As soon as he said that, I regretted asking the PCI gardener to clean it that morning (to help him raise some money on the side). Anyway, the officer further asked for my driver’s license and asked what I do in Zambia. I told the officer that it was not my car (not a lie as I had sold it J). Then I gave him the story of how we are volunteers for one NGO and started another NGO. Unfortunately, he still figured we have money (maybe I should have taken off my rings J). He said: “That’s 275 (thousand kwacha)”. No reason was given for why we were pulled over or why we had to pay this amount. I took out my wallet, and confidently showed him that I had less than 5 thousand Kwacha and I told him that I am leaving the country the following day. Given that I was not speeding, and did not do anything else wrong (other than driving a clean car), I had a feeling that he just wanted some lunch money. Sure enough, he went back to discuss this further with a colleague of his, came back and sent me off…. I got lucky! From what I hear, some of our friends that were pulled over for similar “offenses” (driving a clean car) had to pay on average 50 pin (50,000 Kwacha).

WHAT A DAY!

Given that I am now in Hungary, and have a SOLID internet connection (after 7 months I feel like I am in internet heaven), I plan on writing a couple more blogs related to Zambia, and then figure out whether or not to continue this blog.

Country running out of fuel!

2009-10-22T06:03:00.000-07:00

After two fantabulous weeks in South Africa, we came back to the “Real World”, with a big surprise waiting for us. We got a hint of what is going on, on the last day in Johannesburg. I got in touch with Adrian, who was supposed to pick us up from the airport, only to find out that he is unable to do that, because he cannot find fuel. When was the last time that happened to you? I was more than a little surprised, but after our arrival in Lusaka, we just took a cab home. The driver shed a little more light on the situation. We heard that the shortage started a week before our arrival.

I’m told that refineries have shut down, and fuel (the finished product) can be imported duty free (usually there is a 25% tax). However, given that Zambia is a landlocked country, and (from what I hear) most fuel will be imported from South Africa, it may take a while for enough fuel to arrive to normalize the situation.

Azadeh and I sold our CRV just before our departure to South Africa, but agreed with the buyer that we’d be able to use the car for the two weeks that we’ll be back in Zambia. Unfortunately, due to the crisis, the buyer was unable to put fuel in the car, and we received the car with almost no gas in it. We had to start strategizing on how to handle logistics.

Yesterday, we caught a ride to the Supermarket with our lunch caterers. On the way there, we saw a fuel truck at a gas station. We jumped out of the car and hurried to the BP station in Kabulonga – without a car and without a canister - I was going to figure out something… Also, sure enough, we weren’t the only people that spotted the truck, as a huge line had already formed. People started pushing around, cutting in line, and paying off security guards to get a better position. I was told that “on average” people wait two to three hours at gas stations, and sometimes still don’t get gas. I started walking around the gas station and strategizing what to do. A taxi driver was wondering what I am doing at the gas station without a car or a canister, and asked if I needed a ride somewhere. I told him that I am not there to look for a cab, and that I needed gas. He called over a friend who offered me 20 liters of petrol (the max 1 person can get these days) at a price of 200 pin (200,000 Zambian Kwacha, which with the current exchange rate is around $45), which is over 70% over the “market price” – I was “guaranteed” gas, and I would not have had to stand in line at all. I quickly calculated the premium he demanded, and I figured he deserved every bit of it. However, the question becomes whether or not I should support a black market. We did end up getting gas, but not without standing in line.

For me this gas shortage is the first experience of its kind and magnitude - An ENTIRE COUNTRY running out of fuel. The closest thing to this was Hurricane Katrina, but (with respect to fuel) that was only an issue for a couple of days (for me), not weeks! At work, there are plenty of theories how and why this happened, and plenty of politicians are being pointed at. From my point of view, this is nothing short of unbelievable. I have no idea how and why this happened, but this happened without any warning to the people, which is just mind boggling to me. Somebody had to see this coming. Some colleagues and friends expect this situation to continue for another three weeks, but I hope that won’t be the case. I am curious to see how this crisis affects the economy.

Tourist Destination Cape Town

2009-10-13T01:34:00.000-07:00

For those of you who haven’t had the chance to visit Cape Town: It’s an amazing tourist destination! It offers something for everyone. Below are the activities that I have participated in:

Robben Island – Not very exciting, but a “historical must”. The island houses the prison where Nelson Mandela spent 18 of his 27 years in imprisonment and many other political prisoners were held there as well. One of them gave us the tour of the prison.

Cage Diving – This is very likely "the" highlight of this trip. Being inches away from great white sharks is just amazing. In one case, one of the sharks even bit the cage, and I’m very happy not to have been in the cage at that time ;) Unfortunately, I took several pictures with an under-water camera, and have not developed the film yet (when was the last time you had to develop a film???) so the pictures I am sharing are a few of the ones I took from the boat.

Table Mountain – Breathtaking views from the top of the mountain! Given that the table is “flat” on top, one can walk around and get pretty close to a 360 degree view.

Canal Walk & Tyger Valley – Both malls are serious competition for any mall in the US. I still think the Galleria in Houston is #1, but I find these malls are more “modern”.

Garden Route – Due to bad weather and plenty of construction, we spent a whole day driving. Views are nice (here and there “spectacular”), but overall, I feel it’s overrated. However, if we wouldn’t have made the trip out here, we would have missed out on the following:

Tenikwa Wildlife Awareness Center – They house different types of cats, but for me the highlights were the Cheetahs. We were allowed to play with two of them… We had the option of also going on a walk with Cheetahs, but decided against it, given other priorities. Handling Cheetahs was another major highlight of this trip!

Monkeyland – Not quite up to expectations, as they didn’t have “big monkeys”, but something to do nonetheless.

Please note that these activities are just a “fraction” of what there is to do around here.

Enjoy the pictures:

The former political prisoner that gave us the tour of the prison at Robben Island

Cage Diving among Great White Sharks

We were told that on average they were roughly 4 meters, which is more than double my size

A view of Table Mountain and part of the city from the way to Robben Island

Views from the top

Pointing out where I'd like to be next year - inside the stadium :)

Canal Walk food court with huge TV

Canal Walk from the outside

A fully grown Cheetah at Tenikwa

Azadeh petting a Cheetah - I'm proud of her :)

A cat nibbling on me

Monkeyland

Mom taking care of baby

King Julien

South Africa - First Impression

2009-10-07T07:50:00.000-07:00

So we finally made it to South Africa, with our expectations through the roof. They were so high, that S.A. was bound to disappoint us, and sure enough … it did … at least initially.

Not So Good Start

Days before the trip, Interlink Airlines cancelled our flight, which caused us to have to spend a day in Jo’burg, and also caused us to spend roughly $300 more on a hotel in Cape Town for spending one night less. Note to self – Do NOT book with Interlink ever again – After this happened to us, I heard similar stories from others about their Interlink experiences in South Africa. Second note to self: Don’t trust that the Hotels.com agent knows what s/he is doing. If he (in this case it was a guy) was following proper procedures, we wouldn’t have had to pay $300 more. However, we couldn’t “prove” that the agent didn’t follow procedures (I assume I need to start recording conversations to ensure proper customer service), and hence we had the option of cancelling our booking free of charge, which would cost us significantly more on another hotel, or we could accept the offer of roughly $300 in different forms of discounts and an apology, but still pay $300 more than originally planned for staying a night less. Hotels.com – Usually, they are pretty good, if not excellent, but this time they did BAD, REALLY BAD.

Awesome Scenery & Good Food

Now, to the bright side – From what we’ve seen, Johannesburg and Cape Town are not really Africa as I would have imagined. These two cities (not sure what the rest of the country is like) are extremely developed, and seem to be a cross between Europe and the US. Cape Town, in particular, reminds me of a cross between San Diego (La Jolla in particular) and Laguna Beach. It offers absolutely breathtaking views, especially because Table Mountain is on one side, and amazing beaches on the other.

We plan on participating in several activities, and hopefully I’ll be able to write about them in my next post. So far, I can tell you that it felt good visiting good restaurants after a looong time:

Zorba’s: Nice Steak and Seafood House – After the appetizer (Great calamari - likely the best I’ve had), I enjoyed a 400g steak with potatoes and Mushroom sauce. It’s been a long time, and it was NICE.

Quay 4: Nice Fish & chips and nice location – Usually fish & chips are nothing to write home about, but in this case it is J

Next on the list is sushi – likely tomorrow night.

Lessons Of Zambia

I must say that I miss Zambia very much, and I can tell that Zambia has taught me several lessons. Here are a few of them:

Appreciation for food – I take special care not to waste food after seeing and spending time with people who are unable to eat “regularly”.

Patience – We planned on visiting Robben Island yesterday – the place where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for the great majority of his imprisonment – and the company cancelled the trip due to “wind”, which resulted in several hundred people forming a line to either reschedule or to get a refund. “Pre-Zambia” I would have gone through the roof – We wasted a few hours waiting for the trip, then standing in line for an hour or so to go on the trip, and finally standing in line for another hour or so to get a refund. I was quite amazed at myself of how I have become much more patient.

Appreciation for luxuries in life – Let’s face it – although I am disappointed with the “logistical parts of the trip” – flight, hotel & rental car – I am more than grateful for being able to enjoy such a vacation. Further, I actually appreciate the “little things in life” such as freeways and smooth roads for example.

I Miss Zambia!

From what we have seen so far, I must say that I find the people of Zambia MUCH more friendly, relaxed, open and hospitable. I wonder whether that has to do with the fact that South Africa is a more developed nation, or with historic events, or...

Further, we have been told that South Africa is “the” place to go shopping in Africa, and Azadeh got very excited about that. Once we arrived, we noticed that a lot of similar and sometimes even the same items (clothes, books, arts & crafts,…) are much more expensive than in Zambia. From bookstores in malls to arts and crafts markets, the difference in price is tremendous, often double or more (especially for arts and crafts, but also for books). However, the one benefit of having visited the arts and crafts market here in Cape Town is seeing the “Egg Man” in Green Market Square. He is a guy from Benin that I read about on the plane. He is one of the attractions not unlike the naked cowboy is in New York. Rather than being naked, this guy is known for his headwear – 22 pounds from what I remember.

Here are some pictures we took in the last few days:

The view from our original hotel room

Me & The Chief

Beauty in a beautiful place!!

Nice Scenery

Does this remind you of Laguna Beach?

Getting ready for 2010!!!

Mr. Egg Man in Cape Town

Freedom vs. Law & Order

2009-09-28T00:53:00.000-07:00

Based on my limited experience, many people, from all over, and especially from the US, think that the US is the “freest” country in the world. In certain ways this may be true, but I certainly feel “freer” here.

Although different examples come to mind, for simplicity’s sake, I will use traffic regulation: It is not unheard of that American police officers, only “warn” certain individuals, and “cite” others for the same offense. However, I have yet to hear of anybody offering a bribe to an officer for driving offenses. As a contrast, from what I hear (thankfully not experienced), this is a “standard” way of life here. I have been told that it generally costs 50 pin (50,000 Kwacha, at the current exchange rate, a little over $10) to get out of a citation. Keep in mind that 50 pin is quite a bit of money for most of the population, especially if one person were to receive 50 pin from several people on a daily basis. The key is that the same amount of money is worth a lot more to one party than it does to another.

In a similar way, traffic light and speeding cameras are quite common in the States, although different States have different laws in that respect. Here, these cameras don’t exist. Therefore, it is not unusual for people to run red lights, and much less to stop for stop signs.

As a result, yes, I am “freer” here, because I feel that I can do anything I want to, and if I have trouble I can either pay my way out of it, or see if I know people who know people. The obvious concern, however, is that this same “freedom” can lead to plenty of accidents and cause hardship not only for the person causing the accident, but (mainly) for the victims and their loved ones.

Also, the freedom that I experience here, the majority of locals cannot enjoy. Not many people can pay 50 pin on a regular basis in order to be able to drive the way they want to. As a result, it is not only not right to be “free”, but it’s also not “fair”.

In order for “fairness” to exist, a big effort has to be made to support the desired behavior through proper systems, and then, more importantly, the system has to be properly enforced, in a way that no one individual can bypass it.

In conclusion, do I feel “freer” here, than anywhere else I have lived? Yes. Is that a good thing? No! That is because laws and regulations are needed and should be applied to everyone equally in order for a society to flourish. For example, I strongly believe that in the US anyone with a good idea can start a business and become tremendously successful. One significant reason for that is the existence of plenty of laws and regulations with respect to fairness; Businesses are controlled in different ways: from their size (antitrust) to “basic rights” of employees (anti discrimination policies or minimum wage for example). Further, corruption of the system is a minor concern (at least at the lower level that I see on a day to day basis).

The main purpose of this post is to emphasize what we already know. Too much of anything is not good, including too much freedom. The key in life remains moderation in everything!

I noticed that I haven’t shared any pictures lately, so here are a few. Please note that they are unrelated to the post above. Enjoy!

Entrance to my favorite Chinese Restaurant in Lusaka - It's inside a warehouse, literally

PowerDeepening Lusaka - Color Theme: Black & White

Pretty - the "guard" dog - As one of my coworkers would say: "How i'm going to do without her?"

My first farm experience - it was quite educational!

The field

The water hose

The product

The packaged product - waiting to be sowed up

After a hard day's work... steak dinner...

... for everyone!

Safety of Zambia

2009-09-17T01:09:00.000-07:00

Update on us:

We officially pushed our departure date forward by about three weeks. Initially, we were supposed to be here in Lusaka until December 1, but then British Airways cancelled our flight. Even though I used to work for an airline, I am getting worried about our return trip. I have a feeling that they are going to find some sort of excuse to give us trouble and charge us for something. They already charged us $190 because the return date that THEY selected for us did not work for us.

Topic of the week:

On Tuesday I published a post sharing my views about the current Aid system. However, influential loved ones have asked me to remove that post. Although I am a strong believer in consultation and sharing of opinions, I decided to replace that post to make certain people happy. So here is the replacement:

While doing research about life in Lusaka, before my arrival, I read about certain guidelines related to safety. Some of them advised not to be out when it’s dark. Others advised not to be flashy. I also made sure that I have at least a hundred pin (100,000 Kwacha, which is now a little over $20) on me in the beginning, so I am “prepared” in case I were to be mugged. The theory goes that if you give them what they are looking for, they’ll be happy and leave you alone. If, on the other hand, you don’t have money, they may think that you are hiding money, and hurt you (or worse) in an effort to collect that money. I was also advised to keep some money at home, so in case of a burglary we could keep the robbers happy. In the London airport, I even took off my watch and a ring in an effort not to stand out upon arrival.

Hopefully, I am not jinxing myself with this post, but to date, I have yet to hear about any significant crimes not to mention falling victim to any. I stopped carrying significant amounts of money with me, and I stopped keeping money at the house within days of arrival. Thinking back on what I did in the London airport is now a perfect example of prejudgment, and falling into the fear trap.

I must say that I feel extremely comfortable here with respect to safety, maybe even too comfortable. I feel perfectly fine being out at night, even though it was a big adjustment in the beginning, given the almost non-existent lighting. I also feel perfectly comfortable walking (almost) anywhere during the day. The only time I was somewhat uncomfortable, and would have been very uncomfortable if I were on my own, was the day we took a field trip to see street children in the inner city. However, even that was very safe and comfortable comparing to similar areas in the US. Other than that, I feel pretty secure pretty much anywhere, including compounds where most of the locals live.

Also, with respect to a lot of diseases, the story is similar. Azadeh and I spent around $500 getting various vaccines, and to date we take malaria medication for peace of mind. Do I feel more at risk of Hepatitis here than in the States? No. Do I feel at risk of getting malaria? No. Am I taking medication for it? Yes, but only because it is very inexpensive here- roughly $2 per pill to be taken once a week, compared to $40 (!!!!) per pill in the US. I am still at risk of malaria, even though I am taking medication, but the theory is that if I were to get it, it will likely be milder than normal.

I am trying to think why many publications want to inflict fear. Is it because that sells? Is it so they rid themselves of responsibilities if something were to happen? Do they not want us to travel?

Of course I did not know what to expect before arriving, so I fell prey to a lot of the negativity, and made some decisions based on that. Disclaimer: Common sense applies here as much as it does anywhere else! :)

I hope that all loved ones are more comfortable with this post, and I hope that, at the same time, this post was interesting to you, the readers.

A Good Week for "Mr. Sam"

2009-08-31T01:24:00.000-07:00

Last week (and a half) was quite eventful, in different ways. It started out with an introduction to Ultimate Frisbee. When a friend invited me, I thought that it would be fun to try something new. Well, it was fun. I met a good group of people, and learned a new game. However, it was also disappointing. It clearly showed how out of shape I really am, despite my claims of “exercising”. That prompted me to get serious about my weight and my health again. Needless to say, I started to exercise more intensely, and I started to watch what I eat again. In a way it feels good, but it’s also hard, as my “switch” means that I won’t be able to continue to “spoil my belly” (that means that I can’t enjoy the catered food at work anymore).

As I am writing this, I am feeling very sore. On Saturday, I went for a run and worked out in the morning, and played quite a bit of ping pong in the evening. Playing table tennis was fun, as I haven’t done that in ages. For those of you who haven’t played: You’d be surprised how much you sweat once you get into it.

Last week was also a week of firsts. Surprise, surprise, I put in a solid week at work. I worked from 8-6 with an hour break for lunch, and no access to my own laptop. I hope to be able to write more about this at a later date. Next, it was the first time I got a shave at the salon. My “rough look” prompted my “stylist” to attempt to up-sell me. For 10 pin (a little over $2) extra, I could not resist. Finally, (Mom, I think someone is ringing the door bell) I rode a motorcycle for the first time in my life. (Mom, don’t worry, I’m OK). I must admit, it was FUN!

Finally, another month is coming to an end, as is evidenced by the monthly market at the Dutch Reform Church. I learned that the market dates back to the 1930s. Amazing, isn’t it? What’s also amazing is that several of the vendors know me by name now. Everywhere I go, I hear “Mr. Sam, Mr. Sam”. It’s interesting that they actually pronounce it more like the Austrians than the Americans. I’m not sure that the vendors’ knowing me is a good thing. I’ve been buying too much stuff. It has gotten to the point where I get mbasela ("bonuses"). I look at it as another way of supporting the local economy. A couple of weeks ago I went to a place where some of these crafts are made. Watching these pieces of art in the process, makes it hard to “negotiate”, especially when one knows that the few dollars difference makes a much bigger difference in the life of the vendor, than in the purchaser’s life.

Detachment - The Hidden Lesson

2009-08-18T03:58:00.001-07:00

Living in Lusaka has taught me a LOT. First and foremost, as I described in the last post, I have seen the life of economically less fortunate people, which has been a true eye opener. On a more positive note, I am experiencing a different lifestyle, I am experiencing a new culture, I am making new friends, and I am part of an NGO that helps people in need. I am having fun going on trips, and seeing lots of “stuff” such as wild animals, the Victoria Falls, one of the largest waterfalls in the world (largest per water volume I believe), Lake Kariba, one of the largest man-made lakes in the world and much, much more. To top it off, my “current” level of responsibility reminds me of my childhood. Not only do I not have to worry about how to put bread on the table, I barely have to worry about dishes, as we have a maid that comes three times a week. Life couldn’t get any better than this, right?

Well, being here also has a “hidden benefit”, a test of detachment. The longer I stay here, the more difficult the test becomes, showing my “addiction” to the material world that I am “used to”. Although the paragraph above makes this country sound like the place to be, life here is very different from life in the US, especially from Orange County, California.

First and foremost, I miss family and friends. I miss a good internet connection, where checking email does not take 45 min. I miss our home – I told myself that I am NOT going to write about electricity and water this week :). Believe it or not, I actually miss work! I miss making money, and feeling productive. I do work every now and then here, but the definition of “productive” in Zambia is not even close to being the same as the definition of “productive” in a struggling industry in California. I miss “regular” things to do ("regular" as in excluding trips), especially on weekends. From what I see, everything other than night clubs, shuts down around 10:00 pm. Even for a “non-party animal” like me, having a 10:00 pm curfew seems somewhat odd. Azadeh and I have been watching a lot of movies lately. I miss good restaurants - no offense to the restaurant owners here, but there’s just no comparison, no sushi bars, no Mexican food, no good seafood, and most importantly, no Persian restaurants. I miss my car. Finally, I miss…. ROCKPORT!!!

For the Orange County readers: Of course I miss the following as well: I miss being minutes away from Laguna Beach, Super Irvine, and Wholesome Choice. I miss “malls” such as the Spectrum or South Coast Plaza (wonder when Cartier or Versace will open branches in Lusaka ?!) I miss being within driving distance of Mexico, San Diego, LA and Vegas (think shows and concerts and not gambling :) ). I miss my banker (believe it or not, I sent him an email last week).

I realize that most of the items I listed above fall under the materialistic category of life, and that has made me conscious of my “attachment” to the material world. If I wouldn’t be here (for a significant amount of time), I would have never noticed this condition, and would have continued to think that I am “pretty detached” from the material world. Now my eyes are open (at least not completely closed anymore), and I am actively trying to combat this challenge. I hope to be able to live a detached life in moderation when I get back to the US. I hope to be able to appreciate the privileges of my life more, without forgetting the less privileged people I have seen here.

Living On A Dollar A Day - What a LUXURY!

2009-08-04T00:10:00.000-07:00

A few weeks after experiencing what is likely to be our “touristy highlight” in South Luangwa, I believe it is safe to say that last week we experienced our “emotional highlight”. A small group of us had the privilege of going on a trip to visit the beneficiaries of PCI and PCI-partner programs. We had several stops, and below is a summary of the three most memorable visits. Unfortunately, words can only describe the situation, they cannot transfer feelings, but I’ll try.

As most of you know, the HIV/AIDS rate is rampant around here. Some estimates put areas of Lusaka at 20% and even above – That means 1 in 5 people is infected. Let’s assume that is extremely exaggerated, and reduce that rate by 50%, even then, 1 in 10 people is infected. Of course that is not the only killer. Healthcare is a serious problem here, and there are more problems all over…

Family #1

I was busy playing with the kids when our guide described the situation, but what I got out of it is that 10 people – 9 kids and 1 adult - live in a room that is about 10 feet x 10 feet (assumption: 1 foot = the size of my shoe) without any windows, without electricity, without running water – just a room made of 4 brick walls, a roof, and a door. In 2002, I shared a 5 bedroom house in San Diego with 4 other people (temporarily 5 other people). I cannot imagine living with double the number of people in less than 1/20th of the space. I can’t speak from experience, but I assume living in a US jail would be considered luxury when compared to living around here.

Family #2

To a parent, I assume the most hurtful tragedy that can happen is the death of a child. Now, assume that you had 6 children, and that out of those 4 died, and 1 is critically ill. Further, assume that before they passed, each of the now dead children had children of their own, and that you and your spouse are now 100% responsible for your grandchildren. That is precisely what happened to a grandmother we visited. The youngest child she cares for is an infant, and it is HIV positive. Of course grandma, grandpa and (I believe 6) grandkids live in a very small home. For some grandmas out there, taking care of children would be fun, and for others it’s a reality. However, I hope that none of you grandparents out there have to “break rocks” for a living. This grandma does that for the family’s sole income. She goes out, finds big pieces of rocks, and then breaks them into small pieces. She mentioned that she sells a wheel barrel full of those rocks for 4 pin (=4,000 Kwacha = approximately $0.80). It has happened before that she only sells one wheel barrel per month, we’re told. Imagine what a “luxury” a dollar a day means to her. Meanwhile, I used to belong to a gym in Southern California, where I paid over $4 a day. This grandmother is one of the true heroes of this world.

Family #3

The word “family” is somewhat misleading here, but given that the people we visited don’t have anyone else, I still find it appropriate. We visited inner city street children. Our “guides” for this trip were a large group of outreach workers, who are helping these kids to get off the streets. Many of these helpers previously lived on the streets themselves, and have come a very long way. On the way to the beneficiaries, we had to pass through areas of town that I would certainly not cross by myself, and therefore, I did not dare to take out my camera – sorry!

Some of the kids (mostly teens) were high (I believe from sniffing glue) and all of them were dirty. We heard that some of the kids are sometimes violent, but my experience was that they are nice, and very excited to talk to us. In conversation with them, I found that a couple of them seemed smart, and a couple even seemed somewhat educated. The stories of how they ended up on the streets and why they are still on the streets are not very pleasant – obviously. One particular kid lost both parents and lived with his uncle, who regularly threatened to poison the boy. At one point the teen couldn’t handle it anymore and ran away.

Going on these trips was a true eye-opener for me, especially, when I compare it with life in Orange County, California. A good friend of mine lives in a nice condo in Irvine, and in the parking lot of his towers are several (!!!) Ferraris, Bentleys, and even a couple of Rolls Royces. I wonder how many people here can be helped with just the money it costs to insure these cars.

I hope that when I return to the States, I will not forget these trips. I hope to be able to keep these experiences with me for the rest of my life.

It's not unusual to see kids taking care of kids

A home for 10 people!!

Hero Grandmother

Goods the grandmother sells - broken rocks

The Dutch Reform Market – Lusaka, Zambia

2009-07-27T03:44:00.000-07:00

Another month is coming to an end. Time flies… especially around here.

Every Sunday, there is a craft market at a shopping center called Arcades, and every last Saturday of the month, there is a similar, but much bigger market in Kabulonga, less than a 5 min drive from our home. It is Lusaka’s biggest market, where vendors come to sell mostly handmade crafts. There are food and entertainment also, so there is something for everybody.

I find this market very enjoyable, mainly because I get the opportunity to bargain in a bazaar-like environment. Unfortunately, some of the vendors know us already, and therefore there is not much negotiation to be done. However, generally speaking, the following is the “normal” experience:

For anything one wants to buy, the seller dreams up a random number, and says it out loud. Thereafter, the negotiation begins, and after a few times back and forth the parties settle on a price that’s usually much less than a third of the originally quoted price.

I have come to the realization that most everything does have a standard price after all. The key is to offer the price you are willing to pay and to be prepared to walk away. I cannot tell you how often the sellers followed us after we left their area, to offer us the item we wanted at the price we wanted. Once you buy a few items you’ll get a good feel for it, but it takes some “experience”. Of course, that makes tourists very vulnerable to overpaying, but they often feel that they have gotten a “deal” anyway, because they negotiated the price down a little bit. As long as everybody is happy, it’s all good.

After the “shopping” is done, we usually go to the food section of the market. There is a great variety of international foods. Probably the most famous vendor in the market is the “noodle lady”, who reminds me of Seinfeld’s “Soup Nazi”, but I don’t particularly enjoy her noodles. I am a big fan of the Polish family!!! Boereworst (no idea how you spell that) is my favorite. Not only is the meat prepared at home, but they also offer all sorts of homemade sauces.

The market is yet another event that makes our stay in Lusaka very memorable. Here are a few pictures of various parts of the market:

Last minute touches

Hippos are VERY popular!!

My "dream hippos" weigh a LOT!!

The "noodle lady" & associates

My #1.... COOK!!!

The "Real" Zambia

2009-07-15T02:38:00.000-07:00

As part of the Baha’i activities we engage in, we hold junior youth empowerment classes on the weekends that we don't travel. On average, about 20– 25 junior youth (ages about 10 to about 17) attend. Although generally junior youth classes are more focused on individual and spiritual development, these particular classes feel more like us helping kids to learn/improve their reading skills. I am more than happy to do that, as I believe that education is an essential step in the continued development of this country. The class is held at a compound, right outside of the kids’ homes, and life in compounds is what I’d like to describe in this post.

Before coming to Zambia, I always thought highly of compounds. In my mind, I pictured exclusive areas of town, where expats occupied big mansions. I imagined a tall wall around the complex secured with barbwires and cameras and military personnel guarding all gates.

Well, compounds here are just about the exact opposite. The majority of Lusaka’s population lives in compounds, and we have yet to see a single non-local, other than ourselves, when we visit. There are several compounds around town, and from what I have seen they are very similar.

Most homes are made of small one or two room brick buildings. Each one is comparable to the size of the office I had back in the States (although I did stay in the office until morning hours (during budget season) I never considered fully moving in). Sometimes a few homes are attached, and many don’t have any windows. Several people live in one room. That one room functions as the master bedroom, children bedrooms, family room and dining room. The “kitchen”, “restroom” and “showers” are located outside. The kitchen is made up of one or two small, portable fire pits that are powered by charcoal. The restroom is located somewhere outside of the homes, and is shared by several families. Finally, I have yet to see a shower. I have seen people use buckets of water to wash themselves, so I assume that’s how most of the locals shower.

Further, electricity is not available in most homes. Overall, we heard that less than one third of the population has access to electricity (and the population that does have access, loses power on a regular basis). The last home we visited had an old, small, black and white TV, powered by a car battery.

Outside, trash is often compiled in mini-landfills and dogs, chickens and sometimes goats roam around.

About 80% of kids run around bare feet. During our last visit, we saw a small group of them make a fire and play with its ashes – painting their faces with it. Some children use “metal strings” as toys. One kid attached such a string to an empty plastic gas-container and pretended it was a car. A few boys played football (soccer) by using what appeared to be a bunch of rolled up plastic bags as a ball.

Grown-ups are also around of course. In between the densely constructed “homes” are small markets, where one can buy fruits, vegetables, clothes, live chickens, and pretty much anything else you can imagine – with respect to life’s basic necessities, of course. You also see iron workers - usually they are making burglar bars, or simple frames for doors and windows - and “stone-workers” – people use hammers and other tools to “shred” big stones to different sizes. In addition, there are also bars and clubs in the middle of everything, which means that there are a few drunks running around (let’s not talk about financial management). Overall, however, I feel that people are very friendly, especially towards us muzungus (“non-locals”). A lot of them gather round to look at us. Most are curious to see why we are there.

During classes, which are held outdoors, of course, we get several interruptions, mainly by men wanting to “talk to me in private” (not sure if they want to kidnap me or offer me something to buy) and a few curious people who interrupt the class just to talk to us.

Although I am very impressed by the students, as they make an effort to make a difference in their own lives, I am also very concerned about the future of most of them, given their poor reading skills. Even the 12 or 13 year olds can barely read simple sentences. All of them seem happy to have this opportunity to get together and practice reading, and most participate actively.

Based on what I see, I assume that many of these kids cannot afford schools, or that the schools they attend aren’t effective. The experience of interacting with these kids, along with the experience gathered through volunteering for PCI and visiting its partners, has inspired Azadeh to start taking steps toward starting an NGO that would build schools and provide financial aid to students who need it most.

One of the classes

Behind the class is a "store", and to the left, well, mostly trash

The building behind the class = four homes

The inside of one of the homes

Creative!!

This is a school!!!

No electricity and no "real" windows

Students sang a welcome song

Lunch Time + Camera! Look at each individual happy face!

Restrooms for a school with OVER 250 students

What a weekend!! - South Luangwa, Zambia

2009-07-07T07:21:00.000-07:00

Last weekend, we experienced what will likely be the “touristy highlight” of our stay in Zambia. We visited South Luangwa National Park, the most famous “safari destination” in Zambia (and maybe even in this region of Africa). Initially, we wanted to go to Zanzibar over the long weekend, and had planned on visiting South Luangwa in August, when it is warmer, in order to improve our chances of seeing animals (cats in particular). However, the travel agent talked us into changing our plans.

Travel

Although the flights by themselves were “normal”, the procedures were anything but “normal” from an American standpoint. We didn’t have any tickets or “confirmation numbers”, just itineraries. Once we arrived at the airport we walked through metal detectors, as is normal in the States and pretty much anywhere else I have been. However, on the way back, the detector went off when I walked through. No one cared, and then, the “guard” even left his post, and people just walked through the metal detector. It went off several times, and still…no one cared. Once on the flight, the first thing I noticed, is that the cockpit door was missing, which means that everyone had “easy access” to the cockpit. Although initially I was very uncomfortable about that, once we were in the air, I took advantage of this opportunity by moving to the seat right behind the pilots, and watched them operate for most of the flight.

To top things off, here is the most surprising fact: The entire trip (= at Lusaka Airport, at the Hotel and at Mfuwe Airport) no one asked any of us for any kind of ID (not even once). Anyone could have taken this trip instead of us, and it would have been just fine. Although these facts show “serious” lack of security, they also show that there is no need for “proper” security.

Lodge

Our lodge was located a couple of miles outside of the National Park, but had several wild animals on and around the property – Monkeys and baboons were all over, and just waited for opportunities to feed off of people’s leftovers, if the waiters didn’t clean up in time. We also saw two big elephants on property – as in between rooms that people were staying in. Further, from the “eating area”, we saw two hippos, and several antelopes.

Game Drives

We went on four game drives (= safaris) which lasted several hours each. This meant waking up around 5:00 am each day, but I (not so sure about “we”) was happy to do that. We left the property when it was still dark, and when it was very cold.

Each of us had our own “animal of choice” we wanted to see: Ketsia – Hyena (which later changed to “Pumba” (aka warthog)), Kathleen – Giraffes, Azadeh – Leopards, and me – Lions. Everybody was a winner. Kathleen more so than the others, not only because we saw a lot of giraffes, but mainly because we saw two giraffes fight, which was quite interesting. From another point of view Azadeh was the “main winner”, as it is much rarer to see leopards, than it is to see any of the other animals. Some people have been staying at the lodge for over a week, and have not seen any leopards.

Overall, we saw plenty of animals. Here is a list of a “few” of them: Hippos, elephants, buffalos, giraffes, hyenas, impalas, crocs, monkeys, baboons, warthogs, eagles, zebras, lions, and a leopard.
Big thanks to Willy, the main guide/driver, and to John the “spotter”. They were excellent. Willy has been doing this for almost 15 years, and drove through all sorts of terrains to get us to see animals.

I took well over a thousand pictures (remember the “film” days, when we only had 24 or 36 pictures to snap per roll?!). Here are a few of them:

Kids welcoming us - on the way to the lodge

Our rooms

A little too close for comfort, at least when we're not in a vehicle

Look below the elephant on the left!

Here's the entrance to the park

Beautiful Sunset

Beautiful SunRISE

Looks so peaceful, doesn't it?!

Here is "Pumba":

This is what a "giraffe fight" looks like

That must hurt! Right on the "knee"

Almost got the K.O., but not quite

How many crocs are in the picture below?

Can you see all three elephants?

Go Rice!!!!

Wildlife "Everywhere" - Literally ;)

Kalimba Reptile Park, Lusaka, Zambia

2009-06-22T00:11:00.000-07:00

With the world focusing on the activities following the presidential “elections” in Iran, I wonder how many people will take time to read this post. I certainly spend pretty close to 100% of my “free” and “not so free” time following events as they unfold. However, given that people from over 25 countries around the world have stopped by to read this blog, I decided to take a few minutes to write a post.

Last Saturday we visited the Kalimba Reptile Park aka Crocodile Farm, which is about half an hour outside of Lusaka. We had a chance to get very close to some of the world’s most feared predators. We were lucky that one of the employees volunteered to give us a tour. John (rightly) figured out that this group of “muzungus” - Translated this means “white people”; Here we fall under this group - would be willing to tip well for a good experience. Either that, or we arrived at a very good time, as I noticed that several groups behind us did not have a guide.

John started by letting us – Ketsia and me (Azadeh suddenly disappeared ;) - handle a Brown House Snake. Following that, we enjoyed playing with a Chameleon, before getting to the highlight of the day: Handling a Python, the largest African snake. The snake was very heavy, and its skin was surprisingly soft. When we were done playing with the Python, we moved on to see the following snakes as well: Black Mamba, Green Mamba, Boomslang, Puff Adder, Gaboon Adder, Black Necked Spitting Cobra, Mozambique Spitting Cobra, and Forest Cobra. John tried to feed a small chick to the Gaboon Adders, but all three of them passed on the meal, and had mercy on the little creature – at least at the time. In a separate part of the park, we also saw two other, less known but still poisonous snakes (sorry, I didn’t note down the names). Given that the Adders did not seem to be hungry, and John was determined to show us a snake “in action” he aggravated one of the snakes with a stick, until it struck.

After seeing, and learning about snakes, we saw giant lizards (the same kind we saw in Livingstone, but we got a better look this time around), and tortoises, before getting to the crocodiles. The crocs were divided into three age groups. The “Minis” – cute,… well… kind of…, I got to hold one of them, the “Mediums” – These are the unfortunate animals that turn into burgers and handbags, and the “Giants” – these are kept for reproduction.

Before visiting this farm, I was a very big opponent of “luxuries” such as hand bags, wallets and shoes made of animal skin. I am still not comfortable with the idea, but am I being a hypocrite? How is this crocodile farm different from a cow farm or a chicken farm? I certainly enjoy a good beef burger, and I also enjoy chicken tikka masala. Should I become a vegetarian now or should I think it’s OK to buy crocodile hand bags? John quoted the skin of a croc to be sold at about 800 pin, local lingo for 800,000 Kwacha, which with today’s exchange rate equals about $160.

Although it was truly amazing just to see the “Giants” inches away, John once again, took the extra step. He bravely grabbed a stick, and poked one of the giants, which in turn vocally expressed its displeasure, and then even snapped at us. SCARY! Even from behind a fence. I was surprised that the croc did not have many teeth, but we were told that it doesn’t really need teeth, as it has enough force in its jaws to tear any victim apart.

We finished the day, by enjoying crocodile burgers, which to me tasted like chicken burgers, with way too much garlic. I’m not sure if I would choose crocodile again, if beef was available, but now I can check another item off my list of things to do.

If, after enjoying the pictures below, you’d like to read about a (much) more serious topic, please visit Azadeh’s blog at: www.Azadehstravels.blogspot.com.

Playing with the Brown House Snake

Python

Sam, John and a Python

Looking into the eyes of a Black Mamba

Green Mamba

Spitting Cobra

Puff Adder - Responsible for most snake bite deaths in Africa

John showing us a Gaboon Adder

Predator & Lunch

Proof that Azadeh WAS there and that she DID touch a reptile!!

Crocodile Military Formation

Snapping at us - SCARY!

Croc Burger

Project Concern International, Lusaka, Zambia

2009-06-15T00:06:00.002-07:00

It’s about time for me to write about the main reason we are here in Zambia, isn’t it?

Background

It started about two years ago, when Azadeh and I made a decision to donate our skills, education, experiences and, most importantly, our time to be of service to people in need. We started networking during a Baha’i Social and Economic Development conference in Orlando, Florida in December 2007.

Azadeh and I specifically looked for an opportunity that allowed us to work together (at the same place), but utilize our respective backgrounds of law and finance & strategy. PCI seemed to be able to offer us just that. Soon after our initial contact, we made up our mind. It was tough to agree to the terms of not getting a single dime for anything – no relocation, no housing,… What was even tougher than not getting any financial support, was to forego our steady paychecks. Azadeh gave up her job as a (fourth year) IP attorney at a major IP firm, and I gave up my job as a director of finance.

Project Concern International - PCI

Project Concern International's mission is to prevent disease, improve community health, and promote sustainable development.

The following is my “personal view”: I consider PCI to be similar to a venture capitalist – with the major difference of not looking for financial ROI. From what I see, PCI invests donors’ money (main donor is the US Government) in local “partner organizations”, that in turn work directly with the final beneficiaries. While investing in these partners, PCI tries to help them become independent (of PCI and the funds they offer). The idea is to identify good partners, help them operate properly, build their capacity and encourage them to become independent, so PCI can move on to help other potential partners.

Here in Zambia, PCI is split into three major projects:

Belong –Works mainly with schools and programs that help orphans and other vulnerable children (OVCs)
Africa KidSAFE (AKS) – Mainly works with partners that work with street children
Department of Defense (DoD) – Mainly works with the department of defense – I found it a little “interesting” that PCI works with the Zambian Defense Force, but it turns out that members of ZDF have a very significant rate of HIV/AIDS.

Are you getting used to acronyms yet? PCI, OVCs, AKS, DOD, ZDF,… I feel like I’m learning a foreign language…

Our Roles

Azadeh works for PCI’s Regional Office, which oversees operations in several African countries, and I work on the finance team of PCI Zambia.

The main project both of us are currently working on is called I-Star. We are customizing a capacity building program that will help partners increase their capacities in several fields.

In addition, Azadeh is mainly involved with projects about children’s rights and women’s rights, and I am mainly involved with monitoring and improving partners’ financial management. I also help out the local finance and management teams where/when possible, but I consider myself to be a “Partner Consultant.”

The Beneficiaries

Every partner visit is a truly humbling and rewarding experience. It is amazing to see kids that posses almost nothing in a material sense, smile, be happy and be “kids”. Of course, from their point of view, they live “normal” lives, because many of them don’t know any other lifestyle. It’s me that is “different”, because I have seen kids live “different” lives – kids that play x-box live, kids that (over)eat junk food, kids that live in mansions,… Here the kids seem perfectly happy playing football (“soccer”) and basketball with bare feet and on dirt grounds with round objects that barely resemble balls. My most memorable scene is watching two boys (they must have been about 5) play football using bottle tops as players, cut plastic bottles as goals, and a piece of (inedible) fruit as a ball. They were having a very good time playing and commentating on their game. With respect to food, these kids often get (up to) one hot meal per day, and are happy to get a (as in one) piece of chicken/meat every now and then.

Although the paragraph above may make you think of these kids living in poverty and in poor conditions, let’s keep in mind that the kids I see are the “lucky” kids that have someone caring about them, and looking after them, whether it is in the form of housing, education, social wellbeing or health. There are many, many kids that are much worse off.

As a semi-related side note, there are three types of schools here – community, government and private. Many kids cannot afford the estimated $10 or less per semester that it takes to attend community schools. Don’t be surprised if one of these days you get an email from me asking for your support in raising funds to enable some children to go to school!

All things considered, I am happy about coming to Zambia! I feel that I am sacrificing considerably from a material perspective (which is the main downside about being here, but in a way I think that is healthy too), but more importantly, I feel that I am making a very small difference in the world, and I am certainly learning a lot. I have made new friends, I am experiencing a new culture, and I am learning valuable lessons.... and I won’t panic if I won’t have running water or electricity 24/7.

Victoria Falls, Livingstone, Zambia

2009-06-03T22:03:00.000-07:00

So we made it to the Victoria Falls, the 7th natural wonder of the world – What an experience!

It all started with us almost running out of gas. The low gas light was on for an eternity (about an hour or so), causing excessive panic in the driver (me), which in turn caused me to drive between 60 and 80 km/h over dirt roads and (huge) pot-hole filled roads, which was not good for the car. Luckily we made it to Livingstone safe and sound, and things went uphill from there.

The falls were simply amazing, as you can see from the pictures below. However, the Victoria Falls aren’t the only attraction in Livingstone. In one full day, and two “quarter days”, we managed to experience quite a bit. Although not all 7 of us took part in all activities, between us we managed to:

Become multi–trillionaires – I must say, it feels GREAT! Azadeh and I now officially have a net worth of several hundred trillion dollars. The only downside is that it’s Zimbabwean Dollars, and not US Dollars.
Cross the border (line) to Zimbabwe
Go white water rafting – Those of “us” who went, were sore for some time afterwards, but (from what I hear) had a great experience
Go on a game drive (safari) – Azadeh and I received a very special treatment: A private safari, just the two of us and the driver/guide. I am a little disappointed about not seeing any hippos, but we did see the following: giraffes, zebras, impalas, buffalo, monkeys, ward hogs, and at the end, a giant lizard
Witness a beautiful sunset at the Royal Livingstone (the best hotel around) – Although the scenery was stunning, I was more interested in snapping pictures of monkeys stealing potato chips off of the table of hotel guests. The waiters kept bringing chips, and the monkeys kept stealing them. It was great.
Ride on the back of elephants: This was yet another highlight of the trip. Bop kept on moving off the trail and slaughtered (parts of) trees to snack on while showing us around.
Enjoy the best shower in Zambia – Our hotel had a huge shower head, and the water pressure was the strongest I have experienced in Zambia. It truly was an amazing shower experience!

Although the list above may seem like we did a lot, we haven’t done several of Livingstone’s main attractions, such as: bungee jumping, microlighting, kayaking, cruising (boat cruises), going on helicopter rides, walking with lions, and much more… Hopefully we’ll do some of those next time…

This is a ONE way street

Vendors on the side of the street - selling anything from Tomatoes to drums

Beautiful scenery on the way

All sorts of animals on the side of the road

Dirt Road on the way to Livingstone

The mist of the falls is visible from miles away

The falls

A bridge connecting Zambia and Zimbabwe

There is a crazy person at the end of the white rope

Ideal for white water rafting

Hopping back and forth between Zambia and Zimbabwe

A "private safari"

Buffalo - We drove around to get closer, but the pics didn't turn out too well

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Thats right - monkeys running around in the middle of the street

As a side note, note the pot hole

The gang

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Thief in action

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Thief enjoying his stolen goods

FINALLY

2009-05-26T01:13:00.000-07:00

After (over) one and a half months, our hunt for a car has FINALLY come to an end. I am going through buyer’s remorse as I’m writing this post, but Azadeh assures me that we made the best decision given our situation, and I reluctantly admit it. We agreed to pay 38,250,000 Zambian Kwacha (between $6,800 and $7,700 depending on the exchange rate you choose to use) for a 1996 Honda CRV. Out of tons of cars (We must have test driven over a dozen cars) this was clearly the second best choice.

The best choice, was a 1997 Toyota Rav 4 for $6,100 with (what I consider to be) significant cosmetic damage, but clean mechanically. Unfortunately, that was the first car we test drove, and by the time we figured out how good of a car that was, someone offered about $7,000 for it.

Most of the cars we saw had been in accidents, and all of them, without any exceptions had cosmetic damage. The car we bought is the one that was in the best shape in that respect, and “only” has a “few” dings and dents – 3 significant dents. In addition, it is missing a drive shaft that enables the 4x4 function, something makes a clicking noise when we drive on un-even surfaces, and the driver’s window moves slowly (about to break?!). Even with these issues, it is considered to be in excellent shape when compared to its “competitors”. Therefore, I agree with Azadeh. We did make the best decision, given our situation. The “only downside” is the fact that I feel that we overpaid by a few hundred dollars, but our landlord thinks it’s a better than fair deal, and people who have bought similar cars also don’t think that we overpaid either. Time will tell.

An entire team of people helped us through the process:

Jason – First and foremost. He is a friend of ours who is a mechanic. He helped us tremendously by inspecting at least half a dozen cars. The car we bought is the only one he approved of, other than the initial Rav 4 we almost bought. On Saturday he spent over an hour and a half just on the Honda. (He was looking for the source of the clicking sound). Thereafter, he spent some more time, repairing the car we borrowed, which, after having a series of issues, finally broke down. It wouldn’t start. I kept trying and trying, with no success. Once we smelled gas, we got concerned and gave up. It turned out that each time I tried starting the car, it lost about a liter of fuel. (Look at pictures below.) Jason came over and corrected the problem. That’s right in addition to checking out the Honda, Jason also repaired the VW. In other words, he spent all day Saturday with me and my cars. I don’t know what we would have done without him. THANK YOU JASON!

Mr. Shula – An employee of PCI who is also a member of the police force, he helped us “check out” the sellers. At one point, we were about to make a move, and it turned out that the potential seller wasn’t actually the owner of the car. What a relief to have people like him around. In addition, he is taking care of all the paperwork, which would have taken me at least an entire day.

Hamed – He helped us with the transaction. He advised that we should not pay the entire amount until we have proof of ownership of the car under our name. At this time we paid 29,000,000 and we will pay the remainder when we have a “white book” (A sheet of paper that states who the owners and “absolute owners” are). Although Hamed’s help was tremendously important, he is also the main reason for my feeling of buyer’s remorse. He is pretty experienced in buying and selling cars, and mentioned that he would not go for anything other than a Toyota, and that we may have trouble selling this car for the same amount we bought it for. Given that we’ve spent over six weeks looking for a Toyota, I feel that we made the right decision in buying this car. However, I also agree with him, and therefore, I’m not too excited about this purchase.

Mehran & Joyce – THANK YOU to our friends who have allowed us to borrow the VW for such a long time!

Moses – The “car agent”. Many cars are sold by agents around here. They collect a fee of around 10% (from what I hear). Moses showed us the initial Rav4, and several other cars. I hoped that we would buy a car from him, as I started getting along with him pretty well. Unfortunately, that did not happen. We ended up buying a car from a private party. However, the seller also had a co-worker/friend/agent.

For consistency’s sake, I’ll bring up the time issue again… although it’s starting to get old, I know… – Total hours I waited for people during the car buying experience: Any guesses?! ….. 15+. The potential sellers were almost always late. The ones I met with more than once improved, given that, as you can see, I am pretty expressive with respect to “time management issues”. I honestly believe that if people here would be punctual on a regular basis, the economy would improve. The most amazing fact however, is that more than once, a potential seller and I were waiting for a member of my team, and the potential seller was always very relaxed, and didn’t mind waiting at all, while I grew more and more impatient every time. In a couple of cases we waited for over two hours. One particular time, the seller even started telling me stories, and then got into Zambian history, just to keep me entertained, where I felt that if anything, I should be the one apologizing to the seller, and attempting to keep him* entertained, given that we were waiting on my team members.

*All sellers I met with were male. Even the cars, that were owned by females, were shown by male representatives (cousins, brothers,…). I’m not quite sure what the reason is, but I imagine that it’s a combination of safety and culture.

Hopefully next week’s post will finally include pictures of “wild animals” other than spiders and lizards… Keep your fingers crossed!

Our new car:

The seller and his agent.

That's GAS streaming out from underneath the car.

Our Landladies - Current and Former

Where's Waldo? Can you see an animal in this picture?

Food

2009-05-19T00:58:00.000-07:00

Moni Bantu Boonse! Muli Bwanji?

This week’s topic is one of my favorites: Food!

Surprisingly, I don’t see a huge difference between what we eat here, and what we ate in the States. The main difference is that we cook simpler meals at home, given that we have less cookware, and haven’t yet discovered the spices that we are used to. We eat out more often for lunch (every workday) - Thanks to a catering service (owned by our landlord) that serves home cooked meals at our workplace. However, we eat out less often for dinner.

The selection of restaurants is much more diverse than I expected. There are cuisines from all over the world here - (We’ve seen) Chinese, Korean, German, Indian, Lebanese, Arabic, Polish, American, Italian and Irish (I assume that Irish Pubs serve “Irish food”?!). I was surprised to find Subway here, but not McDonald’s and I was also surprised that I haven’t seen any “African” restaurants (yet).

For lunch, we pay less than $3 per meal, and get excellent food. We usually get to choose between two forms of carbs, two forms of protein, and vegetables. I consider lunch to have a good balance between “local” and “not local”. However, my coworkers have had several long lasting email discussions about how lunch is not “authentic enough”.

Having said that, let’s go through a few items on the menu:

Nsima/Nshima – This is without a doubt, the “National Food of Zambia”. Locals are very proud of it, and have it on a daily basis. Almost every place I visit, locals ask me whether or not I’ve had Nshima, and how I like it. “Rich people” have it with meat, and not so rich people have it with relish, but everybody has it. Often locals eat with their hands, and the Nshima can serve as a “spoon” to scoop up other food items. Here’s how it’s made. Thanks for the recipe Yanga!

Boil water in a big pot
Make a thick paste with mealie meal (= cornmeal) and water in a bowl
Add the paste to the boiling water to make porridge (the first three steps are known as “kumunyila nsima”)
Let the porridge boil for ten to fifteen minutes
Add mealie meal and stir with a cooking stick to make “pap”. The pap must be soft enough to roll in your hands like dough (this called “kutyakula nsima)
Leave the nsima to simmer for about 5 minutes and serve by dishing out onto plates with a large serving spoon

Ox tail – This is the one food, that my body didn’t enjoy as much as my mouth did.
Liver – I believe its beef
Offals – These are stomach lines and intestines (Don’t look it up at Dictionary.com)
Tilapia – Very popular among the locals. They eat everything but the bones including skin and head

Potatoes, rice, noodles, sausage, meatballs, pork chops, chicken, beans, vegetables, cole slaw, salad, and “leafy stuff” are other items offered on a regular basis.

Ketsia is showing us how to eat with hands.

My favorite juice here

Tap water is safe to drink here. However, it is hard water and has a lot of minerals. Just to be safe, we boil the water and then filter it. The following is a picture of boiled tap water in our filter. The white stuff on top is supposedly calcium.

The Recovery

2009-05-11T00:06:00.001-07:00

Overall, last week was a good week, even though it started off harsh.

Housing – The last paragraph (hopefully)

Due to a “short circuit” we lost electricity every 20 minutes early in the week, and the main switch (in the landlord’s house) had to be reset. It took the electricians a couple of days (remember, we’re in Zambia) to figure it out, but they did it. As a result of their “research” our home is now featuring two holes in the ceiling of the living room and we have some brown mass stretching from the main fuse box to the ceiling, but those are only cosmetic issues at this point. We have been promised that they will be resolved as of last Friday (so I estimate that it will take about two more weeks). On the positive side, we have finally received most of the furnishings that were promised, and we actually paid rent. We’re still missing burglar bars, a functional front door, and night stands, but I am starting - slowly - to feel better about staying here.

Go Barca!! – The Cake

The Premier League is absolutely huge here – for those of you who don’t know, it’s the British Soccer League. I am watching Chelsea beat Arsenal as I’m writing this post, and previously I visited an Irish pub to watch Manchester United beat Manchester City.

ManU has the biggest following by far around here, but most of my co-workers are huge Chelsea fans. Often they wear blue jerseys on Fridays, and even drink their coffee in Chelsea mugs. Given this situation, I decided to cheer for Barcelona during the recent Semi-Final of the Champions League. Sure enough, Barcelona won – I don’t want to get into the details of the game, but I’ll share that in my opinion the referee of the second leg should be barred for life. The morning after, I went to the local Spar (supermarket), bought a cake and asked the baker to write “Go Barca!!” on it. Wearing red and blue I took the cake to work, where we had several discussions, while enjoying the cake. Even PCI’s country director stopped by to enjoy the “celebration”.

Safaris Coming Up

We have planned two trips. One of them will be a day trip to a place called Chaminuka, which is less than an hour away from home. The second trip will be to South Luangwa, where we plan on going on 4 “game drives”. We tried to secure the trip yesterday, but it is now in jeopardy, because the travel agency that helped us had lost power and we could not book our tickets.

Enjoy the pictures below.

P.S.: I’ll take full credit for Azadeh’s new look! How do you like it? :)

The Fall

2009-05-03T07:51:00.000-07:00

It’s been over a week now since we moved into our new place. Unfortunately, I am not as happy about being here, as I was initially, for several reasons:

Our landlady has been out of town for almost the entire week. She was initially supposed to be back on Friday, which changed to Monday, and the current status is “most likely Monday, maybe Tuesday”. As each day passes, I am getting more and more annoyed/miserable with the constant delay of much needed home improvements – Thanks to Azadeh reading Steven Covey’s “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People”, I get reminded that the main cause of my issues – the landlord being out of town - is currently within my circle of concern, but not within my circle of influence. Therefore, it is pointless for me to get upset.

(Mom, skip this paragraph!) My main concern is security. Besides the small fact that our front door is falling apart (may actually be a security feature, except that we’re not able to go in and out without the help of a screwdriver), we don’t have burglar bars, and we don’t have a guard that watches the gate to the property. The “guard” that we do have supposedly hangs out at the other end of the property by the catering kitchen. In other words, anyone could walk on to the property at night, and easily break our windows and …

The one “security feature” that we do have is my second big concern at the same time. Other than the fact that it’s too sweet, it is pretty annoying at the wrong time. Introducing: “Pretty" - The dog”. Although I enjoy playing with her, I don’t enjoy that she woke me up four nights in a row at almost the same time each night – 3:30 am. I suspect that this is the time the bakers come in to prepare their goodies, and the dog wants to ensure that everybody is aware of the fact that someone is on property.

Another concern is the fact that we still don’t have many of the items that we were originally promised: kettle, microwave, coffee table, night stands, Satellite TV,... (wonder which one is the most important...)

The final “house issue” makes me feel mad, sad, powerful and humble all at the same time. We pulled a Donald Trump and fired our maids due to “hygienic reasons”. So now, we’re doing our own cleaning and our own laundry.

With a small and leaky sink, dishes can be hard to wash, but my main cause of distress is laundry. The fact that we have a “manual” washing machine is actually great, given that most places don’t have washing machines at all. However, a side effect that is not so great is that every time we do laundry, at least a gallon of water covers the kitchen floor, and cleaning that up is not fun. The reason: the sink leaks and the washing machine leaks. Additionally, once the clothes are dry, they have to be ironed, and ironed well, because there is a type of fly here that causes “issues”. More on those issues upon request, as this blog is negative enough, but fyi, I “extremely dislike” ironing – yet another cause of distress but not one that I currently have influence over… for now... Our friends have a “good maid" that we may hire once a week to help us… under supervision of course.

Enough for this post. Enjoy the pictures below, and be happy!

"What did you say? There's too much traffic, I can't hear you!!"

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WE MOVED!!!

2009-04-29T07:48:00.000-07:00

After 17 days (which apparently equals 3 to 5 “Zambian days”), we FINALLY moved! We are still missing several items that the landlord agreed to provide, but we figured, if we don’t move now, we may never move. On one hand it is very frustrating that everything takes such a long time, but on the other hand, the trust factor is amazing. We haven’t paid a single dime of rent yet (not to mention that there are no application fees, credit checks,…).

We live in a nice little 1 bedroom “guest house” in a pretty good area of town named Kabulonga. Just down the street are several high commissions, residences of local and international politicians and diplomats, and what appear to be heavily wealthy people. This is certainly not what I imagined when I was getting ready to move to Africa.

For an extra $50 per month, we get two helpers. It is very hard not to get used to this level of comfort, where dishes are clean and put away, the bed is made up fresh, and the rest of the home is cleaned on a daily basis (well, weekdays anyways. We have to figure out how to survive on weekends). Yesterday, it even came to the point where I became frustrated when Azadeh and I came back from dinner and there was no guard to open the gate to the property. Can you say SPOILED?!

The landlords are very nice. The husband is a banker for Barclays, and the wife is a business woman. She runs several businesses from home (from what I know: a bakery, a catering business, and a custom furniture manufacturing business). Some extended family also lives on the property. Between family, friends, helpers and employees there are a LOT of people around during the day.

Below are a few pictures of our place (as of the day we moved in). I am particularly amazed by the HUGE tree in our front yard.

That’s it for this post. What would you like to read about next? Work? Shopping? The “real” Lusaka? Buying a car? A local show? Azadeh’s hair cut? Visiting a local market? Anything else? Please leave a comment here, or on Facebook.

By the way, Azadeh also has a blog: http://AzadehsTravels.blogspot.com.

Can you tell what's wrong with the picture below?

Compare the size of the door handle to the size of the sink.

Humungous tree!

First Impression

2009-04-21T02:36:00.000-07:00

WELCOME to Sam’s Zambia Experience!

I started this bog to share my experience of living in Lusaka, Zambia. Azadeh, my wife, and I arrived on April 9th, 2009 and expect to stay here until December. We are volunteers for a Non-Governmental Organization (NGO).

Initial Opinions

Initial reactions of friends and family, when we told them about our decision to come to Zambia, ranged very widely. On one hand, many encouraged us, thinking of what a great life experience this will be. On the other hand, many thought how “insert inappropriate adjective here” crazy we must be to leave our stable, income generating jobs as an IP attorney, and a director of finance in this global economic crisis. Finally, one friend thinks that we are making a huge mistake, by not being around to take advantage of big money making opportunities, given the current economic environment (thinking that prices of potential investments are low, and given the right network, this is a great time to buy).

Talking to people and doing research, I also came across many many health “threats” such as: high percentage of people infected with HIV/Aids (estimated 15%+ in Zambia, and 20%+ in Lusaka), “high risk” status of being infected with malaria, presence of hepatitis, and many other illnesses and diseases, not to mention crime. My experience so far is that if one takes preventative measures, and uses common sense (such as get vaccinations, don’t walk at night…), one should be fine. I hope my experience and philosophy hold for the time we’re here. If not, you’ll certainly hear about it.

In the end, we stuck with our decision, and here we are. So far, so good.

My First Impression

Although many things, as expected, are very different here than in the US or in Europe, I was surprised about the many similarities, mainly of the same or similar availability of goods and services – PWC, FedEx, Subway, Dove, Red Bull, BP, Pringles, Coke, …

As you can imagine, there are many many topics to cover. For this initial entry, I decided to share a few sentences at a high level.

Zambia

The people are extremely friendly and trusting - most people at work eat lunch on credit and pay at the end of the month. Many Zambians seem very religious – mainly Christians, but we’ve also seen Muslims, Hindus and Baha’is – I’m sure there are many additional religions represented here. Most everybody speaks English, but overall, there are over 70 languages being spoken here.

The weather is very nice currently. Not much unlike California, with the exception that we are heading into winter, while California is heading into summer. Through the year, there are three seasons. Hot and wet (rainy season), cool and dry (currently), and hot and dry.

It is visible that the country is not doing well economically. The roads are filled with pot holes and are very dark at night (I heard that only an estimated 35% of the people have electricity). Inflation is high. Unemployment is high. There are plenty of other concerns as well. However, there are also people who seem to be doing very well financially. Those individuals enjoy the big difference in economic well being by having maids ($100 or less per month for full time), nannys, gardeners, guards...

We hear that there are many beautiful places here in Zambia, such as the Victoria Falls, and that there is lots of wild life (friends have seen giraffes, hippos, monkeys, snakes, …).

Work

Azadeh and I are volunteering for Project Concern International. It’s an NGO, based in San Diego, with offices worldwide. My particular involvement is to help partner organizations who applied for, received, or may receive funds through PCI. Given my background, I am mainly involved in finance and strategy.

There are several interesting details about the workplace – for example the fact that nothing and no one is ever on time (Response I get all the time: Welcome to Zambia!), or the fact that PCI employs full time drivers, or the incredibly slow internet connection (Google thinks I’m in Germany, maybe that has something to do with it?!).

Home

Initially, we were supposed to stay at PCI’s country director’s guest house (note that I wrote “guest house”) for a month until we sort things out. However, much to our surprise, the person who picked us up from the airport - very cool guy named Musonda – dropped us off at a lady’s house, where we have been staying since our arrival. There is nothing quite like a surprise like that after you arrived in a continent that you never stepped foot in before. Luckily, things are working out. We are here temporarily, and expect to move to our “permanent” place soon. Our current landlady and our future landlady are both native Zambian business women. Both seem to be very nice and very sharp.

Interesting things about the place we are currently staying at: Our landlady has a full time maid, and a part time maid who clean the house on a daily basis (as in scrub the floors daily), wash dishes, and do laundry (not everyone has a washing machine here, so laundry is a pretty big task). The landlady also has a gardener who comes three times a week.

Hot water is not always available, and the sinks function under the old English system, where you have cold water on one side, and hot water (when available) on the other. I still haven’t quite figured out how to use it properly. For now, one hand freezes while the other one burns.

Another interesting fact is that we sleep under a mosquito net. On one hand it’s nice, because it reminds me of my childhood. I always liked camping, and I think of the mosquito net as a tent. On the other hand, it is quite bothersome to put it on in the evenings, and take it off again in the mornings.

That's it for the first post. I plan on publishing one every week or so (on Zambian schedule!)