It's all changed!
At the start of the month, I was informed that I'd no longer be going to Mauritania, due to recent security breaches (most noticeably attacks claimed by Al-Qaeda!).
The 2 girls from my group have been placed in Dakar, the capital of Senegal and my partner Shaun has been placed in Uganda.
After having spoken to PT, I'm currently being considered for an 8 month placement, leaving in January, in Senegal, though this can't be confirmed until nearer November, with a definite placement available in Uganda.
Whilst the plus side of Senegal is that it's French speaking, the main draw back is that I may be living on my own (or possibly with 2 lads). This all depends on what happens on the 8 month training and if there's a project even out there for me!
On the money front waiting until January is no problem, as I was only ever paying the 8 month amount and it was what I signed up for in the first place.
In the mean time I'm looking for a part time job or 2, which with Christmas temping coming up, should be successful!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
One training for another!
So last week my half marathon training took a bit of a back seat to my training for my project in Mauritania.
IT WAS AN AMAZING WEEK THOUGH!
Firstly the people, a big shout out to Sean (Rupet), Tori (Victoria) & Cat who not only let me kip in their dorm, but provided much of the weeks entertainment, as did comedy double act Fraiser & John.
Finally, a big cheer for my Mauritania crowd Jen, Emma and Shaun (my partner).
During the week we had chats with our Desk Officer (Ali M) about our projects and countries, lessons on teaching TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language); culminating in a 10 & 20 minute lesson on separate days.
I really enjoyed these, dressing up as a waiter, complete with felt tip mustache (cheers Tori...)
and wearing an anorak...
Every evening I managed to get down to the beach, sometimes before sun set, sometimes after, and the first 2 nights I even went for a swim (so incredibly cold, yet at least 5 out of 35 went in that I know of!)
The last night we had a drinks reception before our 'posh' dinner. I managed to be singled out by Nicholas Maclean-Bristol, THE Head of Project, having asked to speak to the Mauritanian lot, and me being the only one in the room. However, at least I got a full one on one chat before making me excuses to get a drink. Next he spoke to a group of girls, followed by Sean, or just managed to introduce himself before the toats were made - unlucky!
The ceilidh that followed was perhaps the sweatiest thing of my life, only beaten by the thickest of mosh pits. However the night was great, the drinks flowed (though not for me, naturally) and, after some fun times on the beach, we got to bed around 3am for our 7.30 start!
Despite the emotional scenes as our numbers dwindled, most of us held our upper lips, as we wished each other a brilliant year, all too painfully aware that it would be at least another year to these friendships were rekindled, if ever at all!
As our number dripped to 5 in Oban, a somber air set in, and was only broken by our trip up to the local castle where we were cornered and trapped by an interactive theatre group which had managed to move to trap us on the hill.
The following morning passed relatively trouble free, until upon arriving at the airport, having checked my luggage in, I discovered my flight was running 50 minutes late.
In the end, my flight got in almost 2 hours after the ETA, but I was just greatful not to be stuck in the air port any more!
Upon reflection, I had the most amazing time ever, and would not change one minute.
From the heart to hearts with one or two people, to the comic timings of John, to Shaun having to send me out of his lessons, my week on Coll has just reaffirmed what a magical place Coll is, and how beautiful things can be.
No matter what happens when I leave in Octobar, no matter what happens in Mauritania, those memories will remain with me and, hopefully, see me through the tougher times.
IT WAS AN AMAZING WEEK THOUGH!
Firstly the people, a big shout out to Sean (Rupet), Tori (Victoria) & Cat who not only let me kip in their dorm, but provided much of the weeks entertainment, as did comedy double act Fraiser & John.
Finally, a big cheer for my Mauritania crowd Jen, Emma and Shaun (my partner).
During the week we had chats with our Desk Officer (Ali M) about our projects and countries, lessons on teaching TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language); culminating in a 10 & 20 minute lesson on separate days.
I really enjoyed these, dressing up as a waiter, complete with felt tip mustache (cheers Tori...)
and wearing an anorak...
Every evening I managed to get down to the beach, sometimes before sun set, sometimes after, and the first 2 nights I even went for a swim (so incredibly cold, yet at least 5 out of 35 went in that I know of!)
The last night we had a drinks reception before our 'posh' dinner. I managed to be singled out by Nicholas Maclean-Bristol, THE Head of Project, having asked to speak to the Mauritanian lot, and me being the only one in the room. However, at least I got a full one on one chat before making me excuses to get a drink. Next he spoke to a group of girls, followed by Sean, or just managed to introduce himself before the toats were made - unlucky!
The ceilidh that followed was perhaps the sweatiest thing of my life, only beaten by the thickest of mosh pits. However the night was great, the drinks flowed (though not for me, naturally) and, after some fun times on the beach, we got to bed around 3am for our 7.30 start!
Despite the emotional scenes as our numbers dwindled, most of us held our upper lips, as we wished each other a brilliant year, all too painfully aware that it would be at least another year to these friendships were rekindled, if ever at all!
As our number dripped to 5 in Oban, a somber air set in, and was only broken by our trip up to the local castle where we were cornered and trapped by an interactive theatre group which had managed to move to trap us on the hill.
The following morning passed relatively trouble free, until upon arriving at the airport, having checked my luggage in, I discovered my flight was running 50 minutes late.
In the end, my flight got in almost 2 hours after the ETA, but I was just greatful not to be stuck in the air port any more!
Upon reflection, I had the most amazing time ever, and would not change one minute.
From the heart to hearts with one or two people, to the comic timings of John, to Shaun having to send me out of his lessons, my week on Coll has just reaffirmed what a magical place Coll is, and how beautiful things can be.
No matter what happens when I leave in Octobar, no matter what happens in Mauritania, those memories will remain with me and, hopefully, see me through the tougher times.
Friday, July 10, 2009
After the bag pack
Thank you so much to my parents and all my friends who helped with my bag pak fundraiser at Saiansburys over the weekend of the 4th & 5th of July.
Together, over the 20 hours the shop was open, we raised a staggering,
£1315!
Combined with my marathon money, that puts me at almost 100% of my total.
With the charity quiz nught this evening, we're hoping to push over my total, despite the predicted low turn out.
Thank you to all the people who have helped so far, and I can't wait to give the news that the total's been reached!
Together, over the 20 hours the shop was open, we raised a staggering,
£1315!
Combined with my marathon money, that puts me at almost 100% of my total.
With the charity quiz nught this evening, we're hoping to push over my total, despite the predicted low turn out.
Thank you to all the people who have helped so far, and I can't wait to give the news that the total's been reached!
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