Saturday, 27 May 2017

A few Weeks in Oz



Cold
Nooo, we are coming up to having a trip back home and I am coming down with a cold.  Why now? Yes, and if I get this cold I will not be happy. I have had one too many chest infections!

I will put in my apologies early and say sorry now, and in the meantime hope I get rid of it before we get home.

The good thing is Denise has cold tablets.  What a thoughtful wife she is.  See, I knew her wedding vows were what she wanted - to love, honour and obey her darling husband. I really don’t know why he keeps banging on about the obey bit, cause we all know it would NEVER happen!


Trees
I have noticed many trees that have either fallen over unassisted or lost branches.  Not being an arborist, I can only guess the cause/s.  Some are quite obviously knocked over intentionally, but others appear to have some sort of disease.  I haven't heard anybody else concerned about it so maybe it's just me.


Attempted break in
The other morning, I went out to the car and noticed it looked different.  I realised it was missing the weather shields on each of the four doors.  On closer inspection I saw that it was a case of attempted break in.  I unlocked the car and checked the contents and all was still in place, but there were obvious signs of where somebody had attempted to gain access.  The result is wrecked seals on the doors (and yes, it now leaks), missing weather shields, scratches around most doors and broken bits around two windows.

The thing that upset me the most was how inept they were at getting in.  There were even marks around the rear door hinges and not the latch, so they didn't really know what they were doing.

Why didn’t they just break a window, or better still knock on my door and ask for the keys?

I have reported it to the police and Denise has lodged an insurance claim.  I am not confident that either will result in anything, but let's wait and see.  Four day later, I received an email from the insurance people to say they have tried unsuccessfully to contact the investigating officer.  I forwarded that email on to our landlord to see what he can do.  We will wait and see.

I would have liked to get it repaired while we are away, but that doesn’t look like it will happen.  The preferred option is that they write the car off.  That way we just dump it with the rest of the dumped cars around South Tarawa when we leave.  No seriously, if it were written off we could just about give it to somebody that can afford to run and maintain it.  That is the caring procurement person in me coming out.  I don’t want to give it to somebody that cannot afford to maintain a car or it will be dumped.

Whatever happens, without repairs, it has devalued the resale value of the car and just when we are starting to look for buyers for when we leave.  Even though we don't leave until the end of August, I doubt it will be repaired before then.  All up I estimate over $2,000 in damage.


Basketball
I have been running rules discussions with some of the referees and scoretable officials twice weekly and that started out with good attendances, but soon lost impetus.  I am now working with three "senior" officials who have said they will educate the other officials.  I am not convinced that will happen.

I was told that the locals felt uncomfortable with an Imatang (me) running the sessions, were worried I might ask them questions that they couldn’t answer, or that they didn’t want to be seen knowing or not knowing things in front of others.

I explained to the senior officials that they actually needed to read the rules and interpretations to ensure they were providing quality education.

All I can do is keep trying.


Communications
Once again I was reminded that email is not the best communication medium around.  At least this time there were no implications as it was me reading and misinterpreting the email.

It was actually an email from one of you blog readers and I initially read it and thought, you rude person, then I thought I had upset you and wondered for a while about the response.  See, I'm hiding your identity.

Luckily, work intervened and I completely forgot about the email until the next day when I was going through deleting emails.  I saw it and read it in a completely different context.  It was me reading it while dealing with other work related issues.  No, not as bad as what I used to deal with in my paid job.

I must be learning tolerance and forgiveness...or maybe not. I doubt it!

Now there's a subject for somebody to study.  Good luck trying to stop people reading things into the written word where there is no emotion, body language or understanding of the reason/s why the author chose those words.


Work
I finally issued the tender that I had planned to issue in March, only two months late.  Now we wait for the questions and responses, then the real work begins to determine the outcome.  Then it's a quick justification, approval and award...I hope.  I did get a bit of a surprise when during a tender briefing to potential tenderers, my counterpart at work questioned two items that are in the tender.  It was good that I was able to answer both questions there and then.  I told you, expect the unexpected.


More Road Incidents
The bus driver slammed on the brakes the other day, jumped out and ran back about 10mtrs.  I thought he had hit somebody, as did many others on the bus.  I knew it wasn't something like a dog, pig, cat or chicken as they don't slow down, let alone stop, for anything other than people.  It turned out a kid had given the driver the bird (stuck up their middle finger).  I thought, get over it.  I have no idea what the driver thought he was going to achieve, but I guess he scared the kid by his actions.


In another incident, the day before, we were driving to tennis and out from behind a container ran a child.  We only saw the child when they were two to three meters from the car.  I slammed on the brakes, Denise screamed and the child veered off to run along the footpath.  We were both sure we were going to hit the child and it took a while to get over the fright and close call.  I don't know what scared me the most, the child or Denise's scream.  This is when you are glad the speed limit is 40 and the speed humps keep your speed under 30.  Even then, if they hadn't veered away we would have hit them and that is the thing that scared us both the most.


I saw a classic Tarawa road move.  Three cars were traveling behind a bus coming towards me when one car passed the bus and then stopped (on the road) to drop somebody off, stopping everyone else behind.  Just as they started to move another car overtook them all and then stopped to do the same thing.  When there was no oncoming traffic the bus passed them all and then it stopped to pick up someone.  None of them made any attempt to get off the road and just stopped in the middle of the lane.  This all happened in a space of 200mtrs and there was no abuse, no horns and no rude gestures.  Everybody just puts up with this behaviour.  No wonder they get into trouble on our roads.


I am now positive that many cars in Kiribati only have power for their music systems, oh, and their horns.  Things like lights (including brake lights) and indicators appear to be optional extras.  Even starter motors appear to be an optional extra with the number of vehicles (from motorbikes to trucks and buses) I have seen being push started.


Hey All,

23rd May! What a day! I had lots to do and anyone who knows me well, knows that I like to be super organised. Well it doesn’t always work that way!

Before I had even walked out the house, I had made yoghurt, made the bed, washed up, fed the cat, who I believe has had her kittens, emailed a couple of people, moved photos from the iPad to the laptop, resized and sent an email to the insurance people and managed not to forget anything.

The one thing I am known for, is not being late. Mind you, I was 5 minutes late this morning but late is late. From there it was all go. I picked up my namesake, I dropped her to Kiribati Institute of Technology, hurled friendly banter at a gentleman named Simon, who felt the need to beep at me then I headed back to the bank. I really don’t know what time security work on, but it was after 9.30am by everyone’s watch but his. So bustle your way to the ticket post and get a number to wait. After a little rest I was called only to find out that the signatures I had on the banking slip weren’t enough and that I required them to s be signed on the back (Business Banking). Why, I don’t know!

So out I shot to see if I could find the first person and for the first time since I have been here, he wasn’t where I wanted him to be. So after tracking him down (he was chuffed that I was chasing him) I got my signature and tried to find the other person for his signature. This signature was more elusive, so the decision was made to go back and help my namesake in the Library.

After the running around most of the morning I needed lunch. We trolled for the celery and the RED capsicum and were looking for the frozen veg that didn’t cost $17.00 for a packet of McCann Farm Vegetables. No luck! In my infinite wisdom I decided I needed to make sure I had another presentation for Days for Girls, that done we headed for home. I dropped off my namesake and continued to the Mormon School at Eita (8kms) to find my man (No not Pete). OK, not my man, but my signature man! I had gone to the office looking for him and of course no one knows what I am talking about. I see him drive by and start running after him. I run for no one but on this occasion I was desperate. Thank goodness he was in school grounds; he was driving slow enough for me to catch up. When I did he laughed long and loud because he had seen someone running behind him and thought it was someone else. I then went home for a little rest!

Please, everybody, don’t make me run! I might collapse next time!

Oops almost forgot! I went to pay our power bill. I generally have it paid in advance so when the lady said to me it was 161, I almost had a heart attack! What!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bill was $1.61 that I owed. Everyone had a good laugh over it which was great!

The thing here is that everyone remembers you! Don’t think for a moment you can do something without the whole of Kiribati knowing what you are up too.
Well I think we are done for this exciting chapter, next time it will be all about what food we have been eating since getting home. I already have the order from the girls on what to cook!

Hugs and kisses everyone

Sunday, 14 May 2017

Traffic Jams



Thanks to those people who have offered accommodation and hospitality for our proposed 2018 European trip.  We will definitely be taking up most, if not all those offers, but first we have to complete our Kiribati assignment and then start planning where, what and when.


Cool Driver
The other day I thought I saw the coolest/laziest driver ever.  He was driving past me with his feet on the dash one arm resting on the window and the other arm cradled behind his head.  I thought that looked so cool for Kiribati and wondered how far he would drive that way as there was no other traffic around.  It was only then that I noticed the passenger had a steering wheel, it was a left hand drive vehicle.


Oz Trip
With our next trip back to Oz in a few weeks we are trying to work out what to bring home and what to bring back.  When we get back to Tarawa we only have about ten weeks before we finish our time over here.  Denise will bring her dive gear back, but there isn't too much else we can think of that we can bring back early.  Come to think of it, I don't think there will be too much apart from clothes and my dive gear coming home when we finish here.

Speaking of finishing, my request for a replacement is waiting approval, which is due before the end of May.  I would like to hand over to somebody, but that looks less likely as time is running out for the recruitment and induction process.  That process takes at least three months so the end of May is the absolute latest if they want an onsite handover.  I suppose a handover could always happen in Australia.  It's pointless worrying about it as I have done all I can to get it through on time.  We will just wait and see what happens.

All I can really do is create a handover document in the hope they do get someone.

As you saw in the last blog we are looking at what next.  We are still interested in other volunteer stints in the Pacific and SE Asia regions, preferably only a single flight away from Brisbane, cheaper than $1,500 return and a little more frequent than twice a week.  I can see you all asking didn't I look into those things before I came?  No, and I didn't do it for Tanzania either.  Maybe that's how we should do all our holiday trips as well.  It appears to work unless you are short of time.


Traffic Jams
I have finally seen my second and third traffic jams in Tarawa.  This time they were created by the Catholic Church having something on.  No idea what, but as is the way here, cars just stop on the road to let people out and of course they are never finished their conversation so they are never in a hurry.  They even continue the chat through the window when they get out.

I have questioned why the locals don't get upset and have been told on several occasions "Oh, we couldn't do that". It's either too embarrassing or they don't want to be seen in a confrontational position.

Anyway, the first one was the other morning on the way to work.  The traffic was stopped for about 2kms in one direction.  Luckily the traffic jam was going the other way and all we copped was about 3 to 4 cars and going slow past the stopped traffic coming the other way.

The second incident was Saturday evening.  We left our place to go to the weigh in for the fishing competition.  The trip normally takes about 25 minutes for the 10kms.  We got out on the main road and drove about 100mtrs before we stopped.  From there it took us one hour to get to Bairiki, which normally takes ten minutes for about 5-6kms.  There was apparently a procession on the main road followed by some religious event at the football stadium.  The whole trip took over 70 minutes.  Of course we missed the weigh in, but decided to have dinner as compensation.


Car Lights
It appears that the thing to do if you want to be cool in Kiribati is to decorate your motorbike, car or bus with colourful lights - usually the LED strip lighting.  They are mounted around windows and windscreens, in the grill, underneath the vehicle and inside.  It definitely stands out at night, but I doubt many have an off switch as they are on during the day as well.

Some of the cars and 4WDs here have driving lights, many mounted on the roof and in banks of 4 to 6 lights.  I have no idea why you need driving lights in a place that has street lights (intermittent in places), no off-road driving and the maximum speed limit is 60kph.

Customs
I was doing my last presentation for the School of Nursing for Days for Girls. This was to a group of Midwives.  They were older and more experienced in their work and culturally very polite. It was very hard to get any kind of feedback, but I wore them down.  I was speaking about the male anatomy and saying that in Australian most males were circumcised after the first World War because of the number of infections the men had endued.  I went on to say that is no longer the case.  One of the midwives piped up and said that all men in Kiribati are circumcised.  I didn’t believe her and she explained that between the ages of 6 and 8 all boys are circumcised regardless.  To say I was surprised is an understatement!

Church
It is always interesting when the wildlife wanders in to church.  So sitting there today listening to the Gospel and I felt something on my ankle, it was a millipede!  Not good, sent it on its way.  The kids thought it was funny.

Getting someone’s attention here is odd to say the least.  A security guard was all of a meter and a half away from the other guard and he started hissing at him.  The other guard was so intent on his phone, didn’t hear him.  This went on for a couple of minutes until the other guard finally looked up.


So check you all later. Peter will now come and read what I have typed to see if I have been politically correct.

All good with me.

Love you
Denise and the Boy