Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Kitoko's first St. Patrick's Day

Sunday. March 17th. St. Patricks Day. Inongo. No green clothes to wear - c'est la vie! 
(A blog post in pictures while Jenn is back home)
 
Good morning Kitoko
 
Tom says "hi" at the office 

Kitoko stands guard at the swimming hole

Our swimming hole becomes my fishing hole

The fire ants were loving the tunes! (difficult to see in this pic, but fun to watch)

View from our "peyote" in front of our house - note the fishermen on the right

Catching "le petite puissant"
mmmmm.......small fish......and some plastic

What is this?
...
 
Ah. yes...Kitoko likes to dig!!
 
"Who...me?" 

"Back to work"
For scale (my sandal): Kitoko's hole in the beach - over a foot deep in no time!



Okay, all tuckered out. Nap time in the "Payote"
 
Time to finish off St. Patty's day with a pint, my favorite snack (sent all the way from Vancouver - thanks mom!), and a movie. 
 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Four wives and a funeral



For this post you get a scanned section from my journal about an incident in our town recently.  If you can't read any part of it please ask in the comment section below and I'll translate to legible English.
Also you will be getting a sneak peak at a section that will be called "First World Problems in the Third World" as they are scribbled at the bottom of many of my journal pages.  I'll explain later in that post, but I think it's fairly self explanatory.....

Enjoy!
 







Sunday, March 3, 2013

Are you ready for the FĂștbol?

Hi folks,

Welcome to our blog! As Jenn mentioned earlier, this blog is meant to highlight some of the adventures and misadventures of our tenure here in the Democratic Republic of Congo (generally referred to here as DRC, or just simply Congo).   

I started writing a journal shortly after I arrived here in January, but the critics claim my writing is too messy to scan and post on this website, so I will type out my first entry…enjoy! 

It’s Sunday, January 13.  I’ve been in Inongo for a little over a week; Jenn went back to Kinshasa yesterday.  As always – it is hot. 

At around 1:30 I was expecting to be picked up for the 2:00 futbol (soccer) match between Inongo and Ngongo (in the Congo!).  Some time around 3:00, (about an hour after I had given up hope of watching the game), a small “Tonda” dirtbike came and took me to the game…well not the bike that picked me up – that broke down mid journey, but I eventually got there on a sweet little “Yamaho”.  As we approached the front gate, the driver of the bike honked frantically thus parting the massive crowd clamoring to get in.  I was happy to skip the line, and hoped we weren’t too late to find a decent seat, or place to stand to see the game. 

Off the bike, I was escorted through the front gate by project employees and police, the locals yelled “Mundeli! Mundeli!” ("White! White!") as we pushed forward, “maybe I already have a seat” I thought to myself, that would be nice.  A feeling of “surreality” hit when I was taken to the only stands and source of shade in the stadium - big enough for about 60 of the most important & dignified football attendees (like a large owners box at Rogers Arena), and was seated front row center.  My picture was taken by many onlookers and possibly the press (lack of formalities in such regard make such distinguishments difficult - also my translator was nowhere to be found so I had no means of communicating with anyone aside from pointing and waving). 

I absorbed my surroundings, trying to ignore onlookers starring, and doing my best to cordially recite “je ne parle pas français” to those who shook my hand, introduced themselves, and told me their title.  After several emphatic greetings, a well-dressed man strode up the steps of the bleachers and forcefully signaled for all to rise.  I obliged as did the other fortunate spectators around me.  I expected the singing of the national anthem, but instead witnessed our chic soothsayer step aside, remove his decorative African chapeau and bowed his head as the very sharply dressed District Commissioner of Mai Ndombe (over 300,000 people) entered behind, walked to the chair beside me, and took his seat.  Not turning his back to me, but careful to make eye contact with no one.   

Soon thereafter the chief of the entire territory sat on my left, she was also dressed to impress.  In fact, everyone in these bleachers was dressed in suits, fancy hats, and freshly polished shoes.  Except one guy.  The guy sitting between the most powerful and influential people in the territory.  The guy who, unbeknownst to him until that very moment, was the guest of honour at this game. - me .  Dressed in plaid golf shorts, white(ish) T-shirt, and flip-flops, accentuated by dirty feet and large SLR camera dangling from my neck – I was not dressed to impress.  Oh Mendeli… 

Ok so I guess I was a little underdressed for the owner’s box.  But who would notice other than the few dozen well-dressed folks in the bleachers with me.  Let’s watch some soccer.  The referees and two teams took to the field on the opposite side from where I was sitting.  Approaching center field I awaited the opening kickoff (or whatever the soccer mad world calls it).  To my surprise they walked past center field and continued walking in the direction of the bleachers.  When they arrived at the foot of the steps I was again asked to stand.  Then suddenly, with great haste, I found myself alongside the Commissioner of Mai Ndombe shaking hands and being introduced to the referees, team captains, and each individual player. 

I could feel the thousands of pairs of eyes on me.  I could no longer hear the shouts of “Mundelli” as the spectators simply watched these formalities and listened to the speeches in their native Lingala.  They watched from the sidelines, watched on the walls, watched atop roofs and archways of the nearby buildings and houses, and even watched from chairs balanced in the trees.  Every inch of space was hard-fought for, no doubt, for a chance to see the game - but for now all eyes were on me.

Welcome to Congo.
 The referees and two teams approach center field (note the tire tracks, it caused a lot of misplays)
Oh, nope, they're coming to meet their guest of honour....speech?

 This was the scene after every goal - just wild!  Ngongo beat Inongo in the Congo...3-2

Tickets on Craigslist, $250 (just kidding)

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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

When the Lake is Angry

La  lac, c’est mechant aujourdui. When Bryan and I first arrived we were told the lake was angry today and we couldn’t cross. To us it didn’t look that bad, a few waves, some wind.  But, we were told that it was a large lake and if it looked like this from here it was worse on the other side. So when we were finally able to cross we were able to see the lake on the grand scale that it is. At any one place on the lake it is impossible to see at least one end of it. When the lake is calm she is very very nice and when the lake is angry she is evil. That first crossing was fine, and the return crossing under the light of the bedazzled sky was bliss. The lake was a mirror and she reflected the African night.



The next crossing was not quite so calm. The wooden hull of our large 30 foot flat bottomed canoe smashes and strains against the waves and staying dry is an impossibility. We have one conductoir at the back on the engine and one at the front guiding the way with sometimes intricate hand signals. The spray from the black lake eventually drenches us and the high waves mean what would normally be a 45 minute crossing is now 1.5 hours. All in a days work.

*written in March 2012

Sunday, February 24, 2013

The Project & Our Work

I've had a few people ask me to explain exactly what we are doing here. I must be clear that this blog is NOT intended to be a work blog...at all. This blog is about Tristan and my life here. However, as always happens when you life is your job, the lines get crossed and one becomes the other. So here we go.
There are a lot of ways to describe the project we are working on. What follows is my preferred explanation.

I am the Operations Manager for a 299,640 hectare forest conservation project. Tristan is the Forest Manager for all forestry and agroforestry activities within the project. The DRC, with a salute to the future, has granted our companies the first ever Conservation Concession in the country. Previously this land was designated for logging (and has been actively logged more than once). Logging brings some short term benefits to communities (jobs, easy access wood, etc.) but, a significant portion of the highly valuable wood revenue goes directly to the federal government, and an even higher percentage directly to offshore logging companies. This project is designed so that communities can receive the true-value of keeping their ecosystems intact. Project benefits are transferred to communities through infrastructure development, improvement of and access to health and education and other activities that will be decided and developed by the communities themselves. The goal is to sustainably move desperate communities to a trajectory of health and livelihood enhancement and forest and ecosystem conservation. This is not a simple job. 
The basic framework of the project works like this. We have a unit of funding, voluntary carbon offsets , which are generated from measuring how much carbon dioxide we avoid creating due to preventing the logging of the forest. In other words, if it wasn’t for this project the land would still be an active logging concession and the harvesting of trees and forest would release carbon in to the atmosphere. We sell carbon offsets to companies and governments who want to voluntarily* offset their own carbon emissions via a project that brings biodiversity and community enhancement benefits to those who live and use those forests on a daily basis. The industry term for this is sometimes Payment for Ecosystem Services (PES); the people living in the forest are paid for the value of the ecosystem services that their intact forests provide to the planet.  Often, western world PES falls under the Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) commitments of companies, so the idea that industries should not independently profit without giving back to the planet which the business impacts.  CSR is purely voluntary, but it is becoming an ethical industry norm. 
Project communities are direct receivers of offset sales and in each village we are deep in the process of setting up Local Development Committees (CLDs in French) that will decide with their communities how project benefits will be utilized. In the mean time we work off a document (called the Social Terms of Reference) that was developed over many months of community consultations.  This document, a legal agreement with 26 project area communities, identifies key areas for funding. They pretty exclusively fall under improvement and access to Education, Health and Agriculture/Markets, all critical needs for communities in rural DRC. 
In short our jobs are to run all project activities within our assigned budget. Current activities include School Supply Distribution, a Mobile Clinic and Mobile Vaccination program, Agricultural Alternative Demonstration Gardens and School Building. Every 15th and 30th of the month I send a marketing update to our investors. I will also post this here so you can read our most current activities. 
*Voluntary Carbon Market: Most published data on the carbon market reflects compliance requirements that have essentially commoditized carbon as a tradable good with a fairly standardized price and quality.  In parallel with this compliance market, voluntary activity by businesses and individuals wanting to reduce GHG emissions for reasons other than statutory compliance grew substantially in 2005.  This side of the market essentially represents consumer demand for action on global warming and has the potential to be an active driver of change as the international community struggles to fully implement an effective climate change framework. While maturing quickly, the voluntary market remains small, fragmented and multi-layered.


Project facts you might be interested in learning:
-       There are between 32,000 (administrative number) and  52,000 (internally calculated number) people living in the project area;
-       The Bantu majority are actually immigrants to the land from many hundreds of years ago, the native people, now called pygmies, are severely marginalized and live on the very cusp of survival.
-       These people live between 26 main villages with annex villages and farms, located in 3 very different tribal areas.
-       The local language is Lingala, a language that was developed as a trading language and is actually no one’s native language.
-       The project employs over 80 full time local staff. (Here are some of them.)

-       Most project travel is done by boat across the lake. This lake is the colour of Root Beer as there is no clay in the soil to absorb the phenolic acid created by the surrounding forest.
-       The project area is home to Bonobos (our closest relatives) and is in the migratory corridor for forest elephants. We hope the elephants decide to come back to hang out with us soon, our investors will be thrilled when this happens.
-       People living in the villages in the project area are in greater poverty, worse health and have less access to health care and education than ever before since independence in 1960
-       This is one of the few countries of the world were the grandparents remember a time of plenty and freedom and the grandchildren know none of this.
-       The project design has been validated to the world's best standards for voluntary carbon offsets: the Verified Carbon Standard (VCS) and the Climate Community and Biodiversity Alliance Standard (CCB).
-       The project undergoes an annual verification to ensure that it is continuing the meet its project objectives (ie it is positively affecting the communities and biodiversity in the areas), as well we can utilize this information for future adaptive management.