Showing posts with label Benin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Benin. Show all posts

Friday, 4 December 2009

Black out day

Every so often the ship has to undergo some maintenance to ensure that it continues to function well so we can live on it so comfortably.  We have a crew of ship personal who work in the bowels of the ship keeping it running.  Whilst I am not completely sure of all that they do (and am sure I don't appreciate it half as much as I should) I know that it is because of their hard work that life here on ship runs so smoothly.  However, due to many factors (such as the poor state of our generators which need replacing, the fact that we stay in port for 10 months of the year, and that we sail in the Atlantic Ocean rather than the Baltic sea where the ship was originally built to sail) occasionally the power has to be turned off to do some essential maintenance.  Saturday was blackout day, the toilets stopped working at 6:45am and the power went out at 7am leaving only the emergency lighting to guide us round the ship (the hours aren't so unreasonable when you realise that breakfast is 6:30-7:30 during the week so people are used to being up early).

Most people (although not all - some love the peace and quiet on the ship during blackout days) try to get off ship on these days.    I had been invited to Bab's Dock which is a favourite haunt of the Mercy Ships' crew on their days off.  For me it was an opportunity to get off the ship and out of the city of Cotonou, seeing a bit more of Benin on the drive.  

The drive to Bab's dock takes you off the tarmacked roads of the city, onto the paved roads of the suburbs and then to the dust roads of the countryside.  We had the privilege(?!) of riding in one of Mercy Ships' older land rovers, the doors don't really quite shut, the plastic around the seatbelt holders has disappeared, occasionally the horn just decides to start beeping and the breaks squeak rather a lot.  Although, we were very blessed to have a car to go out in, and realistically the doors hold shut even if they are maybe not as closed as we would normally like, the seatbelts do up, the horn did not go off (it's rather funny when it does anyway) and at least the breaks work and anyone in the way knows you are there!  I was in the back of the car and was able to survey the countryside as we bumped along.  

The road was wonderful, it is a coastal road and gives beautiful views of Benin's gorgeous, but lethal waters (rip tides are prevalent at all the beaches in Benin and pose a serious risk to anyone who ventures into the water).  As we drove we passed a curious line of men holding a rope, similar to how you would if you were doing a tug-of-war, however, it wasn't until we had gone another half mile down the road that we saw the opposing line.  It turns out that they were holding the ends of a rather long net that they were pulling in from the sea.  

Dotted in view of the road were various buildings, some were made of blocks, similar in size to breeze blocks.  The blocks were being made beside the road by mixing together cement and placing it into molds and then out in the sun to dry.  Some had walls made of sheets of woven palm leaves, some were made of corrugated iron, and some of the more smart buildings had brick walls.  These were then topped with roof tiles if it was a posh building, more corrugated iron, or woven palm leaves, or alternatively thatched.  It was a sight to see such a mixture of tiny shacks and small homes alongside these smarter buildings where they used the brick and had windows and curved walls and fancy roofs.  There were also many unfinished half built buildings which seemed to be relatively untouched despite their unfinished state.  Every so often we would pass a play area, with all the normal items found there, various climbing frames and swings, but made of wood and old tires rather than the metal ones that are common to the UK.


Anyway we bumped along the road until we reached Bab's dock.  Well not quite Bab's dock, but where you park to get the boat through the mangrove swamps and across the lagoon to the rather luxurious wooden dock that is Bab's dock.  You are greeted by beautiful wooden canoes and wooden decking with plenty of space (and cushions and chairs) to lay and sit on in the shade of the palm trees.  There's a volleyball net in the water (which is rather shallow the whole way across the lagoon), a bowls area and plenty of space to chill and relax.  Admittedly the water is similar in colour to iodine, a kind of rusty orangey red  due to the surrounding vegetation which can be a bit off putting at first it's great once you get in and have a swim (where it is deep enough to do so).  It is a gorgeous place to rest and have a day out and has been a real favourite of the Mercy Ships crew whilst in Benin.

Sunday, 29 November 2009

Views from the Dock

The first boat I saw on arrival at the dock (NOT the Africa Mercy thankfully!)

Reassuringly the Africa Mercy looks a little different


The fishing market

The Beninois navy are the two grey boats in the middle of the picture

And me with the Africa Mercy

Images of the city of Cotonou



 


Sunday, 22 November 2009

Photos

I love what I see here in Africa and would love to share it all with you, however, unfortunately people can become very offended when you take photos of them, and a camera is a huge symbol of the wealth they do not have.  Where possible I will try and take photos to share with you, and I will try and show Mercy Ships photos which relate to what I see, however, sometimes it is difficult to be discrete enough to get photos.  As time goes on hopefully I will learn some good techniques about how to take photos discretely, however, in the meantime please bear with me, it's not that I don't want you to see, it's just I want to respect the West Africans.  However, that said I do have a few photos which I will post in the next few days.

Some sights and sounds of Benin

Yesterday I had the privilege of going into Cotonou and seeing a bit of Africa (instead of the ship which is most definitely not Africa!).  In the morning we went in one of the 30 odd Mercy Ships Land Rovers and saw a couple of the hotels who let Mercy Ships crew use their pools for a reduced rate, a fruit and veg market, one of the 'gates of no return', and the Mercy Ships hospitality centre where they house some of the pre and post-op patients and do some of the assessment of the eye and VVF (vesico-vaginal fistula - child birth injuries) patients.

In the afternoon a couple of lovely British ladies took my on a long walk to see the Grand Market.  This is a large, sprawling market where all sorts of items are sold including: clothes, fabric, plastic pots, beads, wigs, fish, veg, fruit, goats (live) among many other varied items.  There are rows upon rows of corrugated iron roofed stalls lined by hundreds of colourful umbrellas (of the large sun variety).  The paths between the stalls are just wide enough for a small family car to squeeze through, if you don't mind touching the stalls occasionally, and they are filled with a constant stream of people.  Some are out shopping and looking at the stalls, some are stall owners moving about the market, some have huge baskets on their heads as a mobile 'stall', and every so often a man comes running through with a wooden cart behind him.  As the cart comes hurtling towards you, you have to manoeuvre yourself around the hoards of people to get out of the way, otherwise your foot is sure to get run over, if they don't bash into you anyway.  All around you are bright colours and patterns as the African clothes use a multitude of different fabrics which are tailored according to the persons personal preference.  As you wander around the stalls you see the stall owners chatting, braiding hair, arranging their produce (such as baby plum tomatoes) into neatly arranged little individual piles, gutting fish and generally milling about.  And the noise is incredible, people are chatting and shouting to each other, and you can hear the traffic and the never ending horns from the busy roads surrounding the market.  It is truly a bustling market like no other I have ever seen, however, unlike in the DR where people constantly pestered you to buy from them because you are white, on the whole the African's left us alone.  The only negative point was when a police car came rushing through the market and drove straight into one of the stalls.  Goodness knows how the people (there was at least 5 or so where the car stopped just seconds before) managed to dive out of the way, particularly in such a densely packed place, but they did.  Once the police car reversed out of the stall and then made it's way down the street (where there were throngs of people, yet the car would only just squeeze between the stalls) the people picked themselves up and their produce and started putting the baskets back on their stools and refilling them.  Life carried on as if nothing had happened.  The bustle returned and we went on our way.

This morning I went to an African church.  African church is very different from Western church.  We arrived just before 10 (which was after a fair number of people) and then we left at about 12:30 which was before the service ended.  The service was in English and French and had a fair amount of repetition.  The choir sang with gusto, in a mixture of the two languages, often singing the same single line refrain for minutes on end, however, they were praising with all their hearts.  Everyone sang and clapped and danced as they worshipped.  It was colourful and it was loud (although quiet by African standards) and very hot, even with the ceiling fans on throughout the service.  Certainly an experience, and I felt very tired as the service went on, I am definitely not used to such heat!

Thursday, 19 November 2009

I'm on the ship in Benin, West Africa!

I have finally arrived and am now on the ship.  My journey was thankfully very smooth and whilst a little long it was very pleasant.  Currently I haven't seen much as we arrived fairly late and very tired, but a few observations I've made are:
  • Africa is hot, very hot, even at 10pm
  • You can always feel the ship swaying
  • The doors are heavy
  • And I find big groups of new people very intimidating
But I am really happy to be here and look forward to getting stuck into my job and ship life over the coming weeks.