Mt. Kenya pics (Part 4)

Point Lenana from a distance

The crew who attempted the summit!

God is so remarkable! He gave me this beautiful waterfall as a gift at the very end of the hike!

Tired feet!

Loadin' up and headin' out. I wanna drive a Carolina blue Landrover just like this one!!

Mt. Kenya pics (Part 3)

We woke up at 1:45 am to start the summit, and we reached the top just as the sun was coming up! It was one of the most beautiful sunrises I think I have ever seen!


I made it!

On the way back down...

Back at Mintos Hut, where we spent night #2. We shed some clothes and ate breakfast, before going the rest of the way down. This is my "mountain hair" after 5 days and no bathing. haha

Our cook, sitting outside of Mintos Hut. We slept on a board inside because it was too cold to be outside! And the hut was so toasty inside that we didn't mind the leaking roof and all the hyraxes running around!

Mt. Kenya pics (Part 2)

We celebrated Trevor's 42nd birthday the first morning on the mountain.


Roberta and Olivia, the oldest of the Maxwell clan.


We had a U.S. states rock-look-alike contest. And my North Carolina rock won! It's amazing! See if you can find it! And my Tennessee wasn't too shabby either!


Nearing the top. It was so weird how your face, fingers and everything swells up in the high altitude! Check out my chubby face! Crazy feeling!

Another gorgeous peak of Mt. Kenya!

Mt. Kenya pics (Part 1)

My principal, Trevor, getting all the gear packed up on the 1976 Landrover! haha


His wife, Roberta, and I ready for the adventure!


A buffalo skull at the entrance to the park.

Monia, the Maxwell's middle child, playing on the roof rack. She'll be in my class next year! :-)

Starting the journey up! (If you're wondering
do I have a Hitler mustache in this picture....no, I don't. It's the stitches from the moto accident. I'll write about that later....that's a whole 'nother post!) :-)

Opposition

This is the current news in Rwanda.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8635890.stm

If you don't have time to read the article on BBC or CNN, I'll sum it up for you...

Ingabire is a Hutu-ethnic lady who is set to challenge Kagame in the Presidential elctions this August. She has lived in the Netherlands since the genocide ended, and just recently came back to Rwanda in January to try and win the presidency. She's been very vocal lately about how there was a "double" genocide, and the Hutu people who are refugees in Congo and other neighboring countries are being mistreated. She was just arrested yesterday for collaborating with a terroist organization (i.e, the Congolese Hutu rebels), and also for denying the genocide. Many say her group is responsible for the recent grenade attacks. Most Rwandans don't see her as a threat, and some are wondering why Kagame had her arrested, as this almost makes him look like "the bad guy." But others aren't so sure, and wonder if there's so much more to the story that we aren't hearing.

Ingabire was released on bail today and ordered not to leave Kigali. What makes this even more interesting for us is that she lives in our neighborhood, on our street! So for the last 2 days, theres been armed guards and soldiers out in front of everyones homes, lining the streets. It was weird yesterday when I was running, to run in between two lines of soldiers with guns looking at me running along and singing whatever song was in my head.

School starts back in August, at the same time as the elections. Most people think things will be ok, because Rwanda is still a heavily military-controlled state and the soldiers are the ones in charge! But you just never can tell. I keep learning things every day. I had no idea that even though Kagame is in power and was a former Tutsi rebel leader, the Tutsis are now the minority here in a big way. People love Kagame and he's made great strides in Rwanda in so many ways. But most also say he is a dictator...albeit a good one, if there is such a thing, and I think there is. I think Kagame is exactly what Rwanda needed after the events of 94. But I still hate to hear my Rwandan friends say things like, "You know, if something ever happened to Kagame, it could happen again. It would happen again." And I shudder, cause I know what "it" means. By "it" they are referring to the genocide where one million Tutsi Rwandans were slaughtered in 100 days back in 1994. I can't even wrap my brain around how something that horrible could have happened in so little time. I can't get around the sheer size and numbers of it. So how could I possibly try to think about it happening again. I don't. We all feel very safe here, Rwandans do too. Please join me and others in praying for the continued peace and contentment of all people here in this beautiful country!

Confession

I have a confession to make. I bought a luxury item today...a real box of sweetened American-like cereal. Cereal here is a true luxury, one that I've missed. And until now, I think I've done a pretty good job at resisting the lure of the good life. You can get almost all kinds of cereal here...well, not everything....but lots of Kellogg's brands. And whatever you can't get here, Kenya has the rest. But it will cost you. A box of cereal here costs anywhere from $12-$24! The healthy stuff like Fiber One or Raisin Bran is the high-dollar stuff, and the Frosted Flakes are the cheaper kind. Corn Flakes "aren't that bad", starting at around $9 a box. Yeah, as you can see, I've resisted this luxury...until now. Cereal fell into that category of things that I will wait to eat until I get back, like Sundrop and Cheerwine and Whatburger. Until now. No, I didn't pay $12 or $24 for a box, but I still paid too much. That's why I have to confess. I've had a reoccuring bout of a nasty amoeba, giardia, hanging around in my intestines this last week....and I've not really wanted to eat much of anything...except a big bowl of Cheerios (and you can't get those here.) So, I found the next best thing that still was within my budget (but not really, that's why I'm confessing.) I found a box of "Choco Bubbles" at the duka (shop) down the road. Choco Bubbles are a random South African cereal akin to Coco Puffs. The whole box was just shy of $7, but I justified the purchase because it was all I had wanted to eat for a few days. And those Choco Bubbles tasted delightful! But I should have thought about the unpasteurized milk....it doesn't mix well with amoebas!!! So in the end, my $7 box of cereal really wasn't worth it, because it doesn't taste good anymore. Cereal is one thing that you can't mess around with. I've learned my lesson. No more South African brands again. I'm holding out and counting down until I get real Cheerios....or even better, Honey Nut Cheerios!

Connected

I just came back from a wonderful Easter break in Kenya. And one of the neatest things about coming back this time, was that coming back to Kigali felt like coming home. I was back home. It's always a beautiful and yet, weird thing when you get that feeling....that another place feels like coming home. Of course, it's not my "real" home...we all know I was homegrown in K-nap with Dairy Queen and Sundrop and grits and the Wonders. But this time, when I reached my gate on Aracura Street in Gaculiro, I was home...after traveling for 2 weeks. It's a good feeling. What makes it feel like home now? I don't exactly know...I think the familiarity and the smells and my things being there. But also the connections I've made with folks. Seeing new, but already "connected" friends picking you up at the airport. Seeing Alphonse, our guard, and all the neighbors out and about. It looked the same as it did two weeks ago and I appreciated that. I think K-nap will probably look about the same too when I come home in a few short weeks...and I'll appreciate that as well.

Anyway, back to my break. It's advised that many foreigners leave Rwanda during the memorial of the genocide which began on April 7, 1994, as that week has been, in the past, one of hostility and tension. This year, the events of the 7th went smoothly, but last Friday we got word that there had been another 2 grenades thrown in town, near the bus station. Again, it's just scare tactics, we think, by the opposition party, as the elections are coming up in August. But, thankfully we were already out of the country. We were fortunate that our school board paid for the returning teachers for next year (yes, thats me!) to travel to Rift Valley Academy in Kenya for the ACSI teacher's conference for schools all over Africa. It was a wonderful time connecting with fellow teachers from national and international schools. It was almost surreal sitting there at RVA and discussing familiar things like Brain-Based Learning and Best Practices with teachers from Uganda, Tanzania, Egypt, Sudan, Chad, Ethiopia, Kenya, and many more. We really are all connected to one another in so many ways. And we are more alike than different. Those are the same things I would discuss with my colleagues at Northwest. I feel like I came away with a broader understanding of what works in different countries, cultures, and different curriculums like Cambridge. I also picked up some great ideas for teaching Science and Math, since those are my weak areas.

I was richly blessed by the speakers at the conference, and hearing what God is doing all over the continent. We heard from a principal from South Africa, who had suffered from the system of apartheid in his country for many years. He told the sobering story of his son's murder when two white farmers crushed his body with a tractor. He also told of his forgiveness of those farmers, and how he and his wife were able to receive healing from that forgiveness. He told of the time when he was shot in the chest late at night after the wrong person found out he was speaking out against apartheid. He said his goodbyes to his wife while lying on the floor, only to wake up days later in a hospital room in Johannesburg. Today, this man leads one of the top schools in South Africa and is a joy to be around. We also were blessed to hear from Dr. Wes Stafford, the President of Compassion International, and hear his story of being raised in a remote African village with no water or electricity, and realizing at a young age how he was different than the rest of his agemates because he was white and he had marks on his arms (vaccines) which allowed him to live when the rest of his friends died. I think it's so important to realize how we are different, how we are privileged in many ways and how we are blessed. But it's the similarities that connect us. He encouraged us to continue pressing onward and looking for ways, big and small, to invest in childrens' lives. The little ones are big in the kingdom of God.

Another complete joy of the conference was connecting with other teachers there. On the first day, I noticed Karina, a teacher in Ethiopia who was also in one of my Islam classes at CIU last January! I remember talking with her at CIU about her job in Ethiopia and her work with HIV+ women in Addis. I just get overwhelmed at how the Spirit connects us all. His hand is in all and I firmly believe that there is no coincidence in the life of a Christian. He is in all of us, weaving us together and he made us for each other! We were made to be connected to each other. And it's such a complete blessing when it happens so far away from home. Another one of those moments was in meeting Crystal, a young teacher in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. She sat down and we were instantly connected like we had known each other forever. We talked, laughed, shared stories and prayed. She's originally from Michigan, but had been teaching in Edgecombe County, NC the same time I was teaching in Lee County, and her brother is a student at Wake Forest. She teaches in TZ, I teach in Rwanda, and we meet in Kenya and are able to encourage one another. God is really cool!

One of the neatest moments of the conference where I felt very connected was during the registration. We arrived at RVA the same time that Pa's funeral was taking place back home. I wanted to be there, of course, or at least be able to talk to them. But that was not possible. But the Holy Spirit, that dwells in each of us, chose an even better way for me to be connected with my family at that time. During registration, what kind of candy does the lady hand me? A Werther's Original, the candy that makes me think of Pa. And they don't sell it here in Africa. It was brought over by an American missionary coming back from furlough. I hadn't seen it until then. Until I was connected. Then we go into the chapel and sing the hymn, A Mighty Fortress, the same one they were singing back home at that time. God knows all and is in all! I love how the Spirit moves in us and intertwines our lives so that we can be connected to one another. Because that is what life is about, right? Being connected to our Savior and through Him, connecting with the world.

(I'll write about the rest of my break very soon and post some pics!)