<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the world in  70 days or so</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-5615829942409579661</id><published>2009-04-17T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:57:25.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangaroos, Koalas, and other Australian Adventures</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful week!  I have had a fantastic time with the Henry's and this past week has been packed full of adventures and some of my favorite things.  Here are some of the stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koalas, Kangaroos, and Strawberries:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On Easter Monday, we headed off to the Koala park to feed Kangaroos and pet Koalas.  We went to the Koala Park zoo and saw many animals indigenous to Australia.  Going with the girls was particularly special and made the rainy day excursion well worth it.  A little wet, but with a few hours left to fill up in the day, we decided to pick fresh strawberries.  I love strawberries!  Here are some of the highlights:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhF1t86fI/AAAAAAAAENw/CNIiY9SuM_0/s1600-h/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhF1t86fI/AAAAAAAAENw/CNIiY9SuM_0/s320/DSC02093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894787289377266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhFn7z1UI/AAAAAAAAENo/P77tC0MOCl4/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhFn7z1UI/AAAAAAAAENo/P77tC0MOCl4/s320/DSC02072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894783589406018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhFdb9jxI/AAAAAAAAENg/Lku0pvccbUY/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhFdb9jxI/AAAAAAAAENg/Lku0pvccbUY/s320/DSC02082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894780771471122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhFDbDlbI/AAAAAAAAENY/J0cIxDULRmI/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhFDbDlbI/AAAAAAAAENY/J0cIxDULRmI/s320/DSC02075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894773788349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3NTQHsnI/AAAAAAAAEOA/6MgOrwbLhu4/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3NTQHsnI/AAAAAAAAEOA/6MgOrwbLhu4/s320/DSC02119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919104732213874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shells and Crabs: &lt;/span&gt;On Tuesday we went to Shelly Beach to swim and soak up some sun.  I could have stayed for hours on the dramatic rocks collecting beautiful sea shells as the waves splashed and crashed.  Afterwards, as a special treat, Shana and I bought fresh crabs to eat for lunch.  It was wonderful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SemCXvYqWhI/AAAAAAAAEPA/bdxSa45KmoU/s1600-h/DSC02143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SemCXvYqWhI/AAAAAAAAEPA/bdxSa45KmoU/s320/DSC02143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325931378710829586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhGBvZsLI/AAAAAAAAEN4/5yV3rwK4ZBA/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhGBvZsLI/AAAAAAAAEN4/5yV3rwK4ZBA/s320/DSC02155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894790516682930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waterfalls, Rainforests, and Camping: &lt;/span&gt;On Wednesday Shana and I packed the car and the girls up and headed off to Dorrigo National Park, a rainforest not too far away.  Keeping in the good road trip tradition, we stopped wherever the spirit moved us and figured out where we would stay on the way there.  We first stopped at Never Never River in the "Promised Land" which we called Neverland and searched for Peter Pan and Tinkerbell in a sunkissed river.  Then we headed up the road, stopping at waterfalls along the way and looking for a place to camp.  We found a place to pop our tent amongst wonderful mountains and within earshot of an amazing waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3Nj-PuwI/AAAAAAAAEOI/3CSP3iF6nWs/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3Nj-PuwI/AAAAAAAAEOI/3CSP3iF6nWs/s320/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919109220645634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newell Falls, on the road to Dorrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3N8JFYPI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/2rJWHT6o0yA/s1600-h/DSC02201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3N8JFYPI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/2rJWHT6o0yA/s320/DSC02201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919115708555506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dangar Falls, near where we camped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3OQ1PUBI/AAAAAAAAEOY/az8VkBtKR1Y/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3OQ1PUBI/AAAAAAAAEOY/az8VkBtKR1Y/s320/DSC02209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919121262465042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast at the campsite - I'm enjoying the fresh strawberries from Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3OkRc5GI/AAAAAAAAEOg/c39COPukXAA/s1600-h/DSC02244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel3OkRc5GI/AAAAAAAAEOg/c39COPukXAA/s320/DSC02244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919126481069154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal Falls - a 4km round trip journey through rainforest with a 2 year old and a 4 year old...rough, but well worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beaches and breathtaking views:&lt;/span&gt; With all of the changes that are going on in my life, I needed a day to myself, so I had Matt drop me off at a lighthouse on his way to work and then I hiked about 15km up the coast.  It had it's ups and downs, but I'm so glad that I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;-Amazing views of beaches, cliffs, and rocks&lt;br /&gt;-A private swim on a deserted beach&lt;br /&gt;-Hiking up paths where I saw no other humans&lt;br /&gt;-Beautiful birds - Kookuburra, Rainbow Lorikeets, and other fascinating species&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing rocks&lt;br /&gt;-Discovering fish and colorful crabs in tidepools&lt;br /&gt;-Crashing waves over rocks&lt;br /&gt;-1 bus ride with some fascinating small town Australian folk&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Kangaroos in the wild - one with a Joey in her pouch&lt;br /&gt;-A perfect day of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:&lt;br /&gt;-1 giant spider on my face after walking into his web&lt;br /&gt;-1 leech that got a good bite out of my big toe&lt;br /&gt;-1 painful fall onto my tush&lt;br /&gt;-Forgetting the cell phone&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing up and down a mountain, only to find that I circled back to the beech where I swam...then having to turn around and climb the mountain again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel9hXXX7eI/AAAAAAAAEOo/x59O2noJR9E/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel9hXXX7eI/AAAAAAAAEOo/x59O2noJR9E/s320/DSC02261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325926046503529954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel9hv7NehI/AAAAAAAAEOw/Ul4cVB6ITgE/s1600-h/DSC02307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel9hv7NehI/AAAAAAAAEOw/Ul4cVB6ITgE/s320/DSC02307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325926053096290834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel9hyGfLxI/AAAAAAAAEO4/ma82aBzWo2k/s1600-h/DSC02315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sel9hyGfLxI/AAAAAAAAEO4/ma82aBzWo2k/s320/DSC02315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325926053680459538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately my around the world trip is coming to a close, but this was certainly the perfect way to end it.  I've enjoyed my time with my good friends and I will be sad to leave them tomorrow.  I will spend some time in Sydney on Monday and try to get one more adventure in before heading out on Monday night.  I'll be back early Tuesday morning for anyone who is itching to call me.  Thanks for sticking with the blog.  I'll probably do one more post when I get home and then sign off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-5615829942409579661?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/5615829942409579661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/kangaroos-koalas-and-other-australian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5615829942409579661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5615829942409579661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/kangaroos-koalas-and-other-australian.html' title='Kangaroos, Koalas, and other Australian Adventures'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SelhF1t86fI/AAAAAAAAENw/CNIiY9SuM_0/s72-c/DSC02093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-5579253443241780468</id><published>2009-04-10T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:43:41.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At home in Australia with the Henry's</title><content type='html'>After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-3 extra days in South Africa&lt;br /&gt;-22 hours in 3 separate planes&lt;br /&gt;-3 security checks&lt;br /&gt;-1 twenty min bus ride in Dubai after a 3 hour layover&lt;br /&gt;-1 forty five minute stopover in Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;-1 hour with the Australian customs agent&lt;br /&gt;-1 confiscated item in Australian customs (sorry Hattie...that was your present)&lt;br /&gt;-1 fabulous 8 hour conversation&lt;br /&gt;-1 hour of walking around Sydney after 3 hours of broken sleep over 2 days&lt;br /&gt;-1 catnap at the train station&lt;br /&gt;-7 1/2 hours on my first train (I slept, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; a bit of the beautiful countryside)&lt;br /&gt;I have arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macksville&lt;/span&gt;, Australia and I am at home with the Henry's.  What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My stay so far has been wonderful.  I love spending time with the kids (Jacinta - almost 5 - and Genevieve - age 2) and talking to Matt and Shana at night.  So far I have gone to a Easter parade after making beautiful hats with the kids of flowers, played by the riverside, gone to the coast to see the ocean, walked through the "big banana," watched most of "The Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lebowski&lt;/span&gt;,"  did osteopathic manipulation on Matt and Shana, tried my hand at a bit of gardening, made Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt; tea, and took a night walk under the full moon with Shana.  It is wonderful and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd8sKmaSLWI/AAAAAAAAEMU/CkGZBdSEvI8/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd8sKmaSLWI/AAAAAAAAEMU/CkGZBdSEvI8/s320/DSC01986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323021845196320098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in the airport in Bangkok after 16 hours of travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd8sK4DaeTI/AAAAAAAAEMc/vRiD3Wb6ZEw/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd8sK4DaeTI/AAAAAAAAEMc/vRiD3Wb6ZEw/s320/DSC01990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323021849932233010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catnap at the train station after walking around Sydney for 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd88gfYotiI/AAAAAAAAENM/n_vUtqFv9LY/s1600-h/DSC01996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd88gfYotiI/AAAAAAAAENM/n_vUtqFv9LY/s320/DSC01996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323039813453526562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacinta and Genevieve at the bus stop getting ready to watch the Easter parade wearing hats made with love for the occassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd88gG6JJnI/AAAAAAAAENE/BDJIwwIE5bg/s1600-h/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd88gG6JJnI/AAAAAAAAENE/BDJIwwIE5bg/s320/DSC02011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323039806883178098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Genevieve in front of the world's largest puzzle near the "Big Banana" (the big banana is definitely anti-climatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd88f_UoFWI/AAAAAAAAEM8/x_pBGilyILY/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd88f_UoFWI/AAAAAAAAEM8/x_pBGilyILY/s320/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323039804846773602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muttonbird Island - ahhhh...the ocean.  Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking forward to Easter Sunday where I will go to church on the riverside under a tree.  Their description reminds me of my favorite Easter service when my dad and I found a Quaker-ish sunrise service on the shore of a small lake.  I'll tell you all about it.  Until then, enjoy your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-5579253443241780468?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/5579253443241780468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-home-in-australia-with-henrys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5579253443241780468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5579253443241780468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-home-in-australia-with-henrys.html' title='At home in Australia with the Henry&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sd8sKmaSLWI/AAAAAAAAEMU/CkGZBdSEvI8/s72-c/DSC01986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-6816901930223369596</id><published>2009-04-06T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:20:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer stranded</title><content type='html'>I'm about to catch a taxi to the airport and take the flight I should have taken on Friday.  I'm ready to leave, but at least I got another weekend to enjoy South Africa, meet interesting people,  and see the legislative capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will have safe travels.  I will post more pictures when I get to Australia and catch up on sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-6816901930223369596?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/6816901930223369596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-longer-stranded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6816901930223369596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6816901930223369596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-longer-stranded.html' title='No longer stranded'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-4512835752254683513</id><published>2009-04-04T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:56:37.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded in South Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I should be on a plane to Australia right now, but I'm kind of an idiot. I went to the airport to fly to Australia last night and realized a bit late that I would need a visa. That means I get to enjoy this fine city til Monday at least. It hasn't been such a bad trip though. I will head to Pretoria tomorrow so that I can get to the Australian Embassy first thing on Monday and hopefully will get out of here by Tuesday...we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the highlights from Johannesburg:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; I decided to go to Faith Ways Bible Church with Hector, the owner of the Transit Guest Lodge. We arrived at 9:00am to a singing, lively congregation. Many of the songs were in Zulu, but I didn't mind at all. Hector would translate every now and again. The music was so powerful that I was brought to tears at least 2 times. I was quite sick that day, coughing a lot and I had a runny nose. It was pretty terrible actually, but a woman 2 rows in front of me showed up miraculously with some kleenex. I felt very taken care of. Then, a woman preacher got up to do her sermon. She spoke with a passion and made her points with her whole body. She preached half in English and half in Zulu. It was amazing. Her message? How God provides in unexpected ways. Here she is driving a point home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320781533006196962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2nRJK8OI/AAAAAAAAELc/-x1B0UL19ug/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By noon, the sermon was still going on and I was getting pretty sleepy. Hector whispered, lets go and see the Apartheid museum. I enjoyed the service very much, but was thankful to be done with it after 3 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320781538050667026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2nj73chI/AAAAAAAAELk/Pj6wOpaqGl8/s320/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Museum was great with lots of videos and interesting exhibits. I learned a lot about the history of South Africa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the museum we picked up Hector's wife and sister and headed to Nelson Mandela's house. The street in Soweto is in the Guiness book of world records for being the only house in the world to house 2 nobel peace prize winners; Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu. Mandela's house has been converted to a museum as he moved 11 days after being released from his 27 years of imprisonment. It was very cool to be in the pressence of greatness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320781542540034946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2n0qNw4I/AAAAAAAAELs/YK2vMCr9YN0/s320/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a tasty traditional South African meal, my day ended with an interesting cultural experience at Hector's parents house. Hector's brother just got "engaged" having just paid the parents of the bride and they had a party to plan. I sat patiently as I listened to them negotiate the food and decorations. I loved it and was happy for the unexpected opportunity to witness a bit of the culture here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; I spent another day going around Johannesburg and saw a bit more. I went to the highest point in Africa, a whole 50 stories above the earth. Here's the button on the plane and the view of Jo'burg from one of the windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320781548682375202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2oLiqcCI/AAAAAAAAEL0/rDqj7uEoqGY/s320/DSC01942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2oNZfigI/AAAAAAAAEL8/CA5Dx8KXIM0/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320781549180783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2oNZfigI/AAAAAAAAEL8/CA5Dx8KXIM0/s320/DSC01940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another visit to Soweto brought me to the Freedom Charters of South Africa. 10 beautifully written laws stating that all humans should have equal rights, all Apartheid laws should be abolished, and the government should care for the weakest of the society. Again, cool to be in the pressence of greatness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all that history, I decided it was time to play with some baby lions, so I went to the lion park. It's a bit like a zoo, but you drive through the lion cages like being on a safari. Actually a bit cheezy. I did get to pet baby lions though, so that's awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320787617135313586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc8JaSlwrI/AAAAAAAAEMM/YGZYk-wSgLM/s320/DSC01961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320787614675770066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc8JRIMGtI/AAAAAAAAEME/Nj-TxbZMhC8/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I dono't know who the girl is, so don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay that's all from South Africa. I have more to share from my trip to Kruger National Park, but I'm pretty sure that you've had enough for today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Zulu (?) word&lt;/strong&gt;: Wapapa - I'm told that it means extremely forward, but it a humerous way.  This was the word Hector used to describe me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-4512835752254683513?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/4512835752254683513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/stranded-in-south-africa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/4512835752254683513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/4512835752254683513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/04/stranded-in-south-africa.html' title='Stranded in South Africa'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sdc2nRJK8OI/AAAAAAAAELc/-x1B0UL19ug/s72-c/DSC01567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-8395861092433444397</id><published>2009-03-31T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:36:49.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safari's are fun!</title><content type='html'>So, South Africa has been awesome so far.  Sunday was a perfect day that I want to tell you about, but it will have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I want to share some pictures from my safari.  I took off yesterday from Johannesburg to go to Kruger National Park.  We did a late afternoon safari yesterday and spent most of today out on the road.  It has beautiful, awe-inspiring, and just plane cool.  This is a fantastic national park...I'm emailing now, need I say more?  The camp sights are fenced off from the park for our safety (which after all that I've seen, I'm grateful to be caged). The pictures tell most of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fx8FYsI/AAAAAAAAELU/e4YanKeTtCg/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fx8FYsI/AAAAAAAAELU/e4YanKeTtCg/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319374029487170242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me excited to be on "Buddy" our safari truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fsE95EI/AAAAAAAAELM/kkaIdxZ9_wM/s1600-h/giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fsE95EI/AAAAAAAAELM/kkaIdxZ9_wM/s320/giraffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319374027913815106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giraffes - so much cooler when they're not at a zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fRFg0rI/AAAAAAAAELE/AmX1fK-_yKA/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fRFg0rI/AAAAAAAAELE/AmX1fK-_yKA/s320/monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319374020668347058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey at the camp sight - I don't know what kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1xnRwsyI/AAAAAAAAEK8/TOEY-4Fexp4/s1600-h/Rhinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1xnRwsyI/AAAAAAAAEK8/TOEY-4Fexp4/s320/Rhinos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373236351316770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White Rhinos - one of the "big 5" that you're supposed to see on safaris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1xagbYjI/AAAAAAAAEK0/scl7fAQ3IjI/s1600-h/baboons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1xagbYjI/AAAAAAAAEK0/scl7fAQ3IjI/s320/baboons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373232923173426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baboons.  The little one got up on the mother's back.  It was super cute.  There is an Impala in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1xKIDEYI/AAAAAAAAEKs/8Bedfl1vKEk/s1600-h/elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1xKIDEYI/AAAAAAAAEKs/8Bedfl1vKEk/s320/elephants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373228525949314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;African Elephants - one of the "Big 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1wiuN4iI/AAAAAAAAEKk/zyjVXZv71H8/s1600-h/elephants2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1wiuN4iI/AAAAAAAAEKk/zyjVXZv71H8/s320/elephants2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373217948623394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More African Elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1wR4n0gI/AAAAAAAAEKc/6bobN-WdbqU/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI1wR4n0gI/AAAAAAAAEKc/6bobN-WdbqU/s320/DSC01680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319373213428863490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really big deal to see this Leopard (another of the "Big 5") and to follow him up the road is exceedingly rare.  Our guide has not seen a leopard this close up in this park in 12 years of taking people here.  It was the certainly the best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other 2 animals in the big 5 are the buffalo, which we saw, but I don't have a picture of, and lions.  I'm hoping that I will see lions in my last couple days here, but if I don't, the trip was still well worth it.  You have no idea what it's like to be driving and looking out the window, only to suddenly see a gigantic elephant crossing the road just meters away!  Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Wish you were here to share this with me...especially Fritz and Molly because they would LOVE all the animals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-8395861092433444397?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/8395861092433444397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/safaris-are-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/8395861092433444397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/8395861092433444397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/safaris-are-fun.html' title='Safari&apos;s are fun!'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SdI2fx8FYsI/AAAAAAAAELU/e4YanKeTtCg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-215602132003126989</id><published>2009-03-28T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:41:27.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few hours in Malawi</title><content type='html'>The computer with my pictures on it is packed away, so you'll have to put up with boring words with no visuals.  I thought I'd write before I get to South Africa where I will most likely not have internet access.  You will have to wait until I get to Australia to hear about my South African adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 6 weeks have been absolutely amazing.  I fell in love with each of my patients here and got tearful yesterday when I had to say goodbye to them.  They are so strong and beautiful.  I am constantly impressed by their ability to smile through their pain and sickness; rarely complaining or begging for pain medications.  I will always remember them.  I am now done with all of my requirements for medical school and this was the perfect way to end the 4 year journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Johannesburg in an hour and a half where I will spend my last night with my 3 roommates before heading out on a 4-day-Safari to Kruger National Park.  I will get to meet 20 or so new people and see all sorts of amazing things. It will be nice to be surrounded by new faces and stories.  I'm excited for the adventures to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to stories in about 1 week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-215602132003126989?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/215602132003126989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-few-hours-in-malawi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/215602132003126989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/215602132003126989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-few-hours-in-malawi.html' title='Last few hours in Malawi'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-6636680942806102978</id><published>2009-03-25T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:56:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a good day.  I left the hospital a bit early today to go to Open Arms, an "orphanage" in Blantyre. It really is a fantastic organization.  The children are orphaned for numerous reasons, but many lost their parents to AIDs.  They don't like the term orphanage and prefer the term transition home instead.  They take children from birth on and provide them with a safe environment, with loving/stable "moms," good food, and medical treatment.  The kids transition from nursery to a preschool setting.  At age five, they move into a house where there are a couple other kids and a house mom.  This way they can be raised my a Malawian woman in the Malawian culture.  This is all on the condition that there is no extended family that can take the child.  Open Arms keeps in touch with all of the families of the children and when they reach an age that the family can take them in, they transition them home.  Amazing really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the moment that Kim and I entered, we were embraced by small children.  They walked up to us "strangers" and reached up to us, asking to be held.  There is a good number of staff there and the children all seem well loved, but they were anxious to get love from the new people.  One child that was less than 2 hugged me for a full minute and wouldn't let go.  It was amazing!  The kids were unbelievable...all with stories of overcoming terrible circumstances and bad illnesses.  I'm in love with all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more about it at &lt;a href="http://www.openarmsmalawi.org/"&gt;http://www.openarmsmalawi.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBspvWHFI/AAAAAAAAEKE/l65Chi8XKDk/s1600-h/orphanage+child.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBspvWHFI/AAAAAAAAEKE/l65Chi8XKDk/s320/orphanage+child.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317204914182954066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the precious children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBsttiIUI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/6iln68bzny0/s1600-h/orphanage+Kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBsttiIUI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/6iln68bzny0/s320/orphanage+Kim.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317204915249094978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim with some of the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBsYce0EI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/IbwWhBtL7gw/s1600-h/orphange+bubbles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBsYce0EI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/IbwWhBtL7gw/s320/orphange+bubbles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317204909540429890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blowing bubbles with the toddlers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave you with a poem that brought tears to my eyes that was posted in the main office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What AIDS Can't Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AIDS is so limited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot cripple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot shatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot corrode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot take away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot shut out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot reduce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eternal Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cannot quech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our greatest enemy is not disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-6636680942806102978?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/6636680942806102978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-arms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6636680942806102978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6636680942806102978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-arms.html' title='Open Arms'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/ScqBspvWHFI/AAAAAAAAEKE/l65Chi8XKDk/s72-c/orphanage+child.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-6624399565160455292</id><published>2009-03-23T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:19:23.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend with the locals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:  &lt;/span&gt;At 5:00am Saturday morning, my friend Medson and I got in an old Land Rover and headed south.  Medson had agreed to take me to the village that he grew up in, so that I could experience rural Malawi. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Scho97wjheI/AAAAAAAAEJs/2yekwjG3cbc/s1600-h/village+medson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Scho97wjheI/AAAAAAAAEJs/2yekwjG3cbc/s320/village+medson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614773333525986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Medson and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    His village is 4 hours by car, so I had lots of time to learn his story.  He is one of the only people in his village to go to secondary school and the only one to go beyond that.  Unable to afford school, he was fortunate enough to find a British sponsor by an unexpected twist of fate.  Now he is a hard-working intern that often skips lunch in order to care for the neglected patients.  He is the only boy of 5 children, but his eldest sister passed away from complications of HIV 6 years ago.  It was quite the story.  After hours of talk and educating one another, we pulled up to his village.&lt;br /&gt;    When we arrived, his mother prepared a meal for me, Medson, and Medson's friends.  It was fantastic!  There was so much food, and everything was tasty.  Medson's parents have a very nice new home that has a secure wall and gate around it.  They have good investments in livestock and farms that have made them among the richest in the community.  The village is directly outside his property:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchoQ7-sqtI/AAAAAAAAEJk/q_AF8dQOTm8/s1600-h/village.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchoQ7-sqtI/AAAAAAAAEJk/q_AF8dQOTm8/s320/village.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316614000298732242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One view from Medson's home. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take many more pictures of the narrow, crowded streets; a "bustling metropolous" at the village's center, but could not do it with tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    The houses were mud or cement with thatched or tin roofs and no running water.  One well provides clean water to the town; a 13 year old addition.  Electricity made it to the town 3 years ago and that powers the corn mill where they bring their dried corn to be ground into flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchoQlJvDTI/AAAAAAAAEJc/hOIvP_i43kw/s1600-h/village+chitenje.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchoQlJvDTI/AAAAAAAAEJc/hOIvP_i43kw/s320/village+chitenje.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613994171010354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Medson's mother wrapping me in a Chitenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    After a great meal and initiation into chitenge wearing, we took a walk around the town.  We walked the 200m to the Mozambique border and talked politics to the border guards.  I didn't have my passport with me, but I couldn't resist running illegally into the a new country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvSwEvyI/AAAAAAAAEJU/rwJR-jybKP8/s1600-h/village+mozambique.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvSwEvyI/AAAAAAAAEJU/rwJR-jybKP8/s320/village+mozambique.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613422295858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me illegally in Mozambique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvLISphI/AAAAAAAAEJM/6Dmk1oFzbL0/s1600-h/village+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvLISphI/AAAAAAAAEJM/6Dmk1oFzbL0/s320/village+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613420249949714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids that greeted me at the border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    It was the most interesting day that I have had in Malawi so far, and I fell in love with Africa a little bit more.  The community life so resembles what I miss about the villages that I have visited in Central America.  The barefoot kids were all beautiful and everyone was so kind to me.  It was a great experience.  After a 4 1/2 hour drive through rain and fog and more good conversation, I arrived home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday: &lt;/span&gt;I went to the neighboring city of Limbe to meet up with my friend Madalitso.  We had arranged to go to Catholic Mass; the English service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvBgnV4I/AAAAAAAAEJE/pSzXdnQlE1o/s1600-h/village+church.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvBgnV4I/AAAAAAAAEJE/pSzXdnQlE1o/s320/village+church.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613417667614594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Limbe Cathedral on a rainy Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    After mass, I spent the rest of the day with Madalitso's family.  She prepared 2 meals for me and we watched a lot of Malawian television.  It was a low key day after the emotionally exhausting trip to the village the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvMgRzwI/AAAAAAAAEI8/LqnhRlwIPqk/s1600-h/village+madalitso+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SchnvMgRzwI/AAAAAAAAEI8/LqnhRlwIPqk/s320/village+madalitso+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613420618993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Madalitso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Schnu0c5hLI/AAAAAAAAEI0/qD2heJoyHE4/s1600-h/village+madalitso+and+son.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Schnu0c5hLI/AAAAAAAAEI0/qD2heJoyHE4/s320/village+madalitso+and+son.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316613414162367666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madalitso and her 3 year old son. Her son was scared of me at first, but eventually opened up.  He was adorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I very much enjoyed my weekend adventures with my Malawian friends.  It gave me a look into the culture here that I have so been craving since my arrival.  I had great food, wore traditional clothes, crossed illegally into another country, and even tried to carry a bucket on my head.  I wouldn't have traded it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-6624399565160455292?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/6624399565160455292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-with-locals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6624399565160455292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6624399565160455292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-with-locals.html' title='A weekend with the locals'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Scho97wjheI/AAAAAAAAEJs/2yekwjG3cbc/s72-c/village+medson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-6550422725207437508</id><published>2009-03-20T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:45:43.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's only 26</title><content type='html'>She's a year older than I am.  Her pregnant belly is hidden behind the fluid collecting in her abdomen and lungs because she has advanced Tb.  Her body's immune system is useless because of the HIV that has been silently killing off the only cells that can defend her.  She sits patiently, smiling even, while I drain fluid from her belly so that she can rest more comfortably and tells me in Chechewa that she doesn't mind because she just wants to get better.  This is her third pregnancy. I do not know if her other children are living and, if they are, who is caring for them. Her mother sleeps beside her on the floor.  She is also weak having already outlived the 38 years that is expected of the average Malawian.  I run uselessly around the hospital trying to collect the results from her blood tests and making sure that she receives the medication needed.  I have at least 5 other patient's with stories like this one and there is so very little that I can do.  I come home frustrated by the lack of resources, but content that I gave all that I could this day.  It is difficult to reconcile this world with the one waiting for me at home.   I will add this to my other experiences in lands with limited resources and know that again I am changed. I juggle the frustrations with my excitement about moving to a new city, starting a new job, and getting to live close to Ankoor after nearly 3 years of a long distance relationship.  It has been a growing experience to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I have fun plans for the weekend while the rest of the group enjoys Lake Malawi:&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Enjoy a few hours of solitude...and then watch a movie with some new friends from the states.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: drive for hours in the car to a village in the southern part of Malawi to spend the day with my favorite intern and experience what village life is like.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: attend Catholic mass with my favorite midwife on the labor ward and go out to eat with her after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.   Sorry if this blog bummed you out too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-6550422725207437508?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/6550422725207437508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-only-26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6550422725207437508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6550422725207437508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-only-26.html' title='She&apos;s only 26'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-4742868982619617708</id><published>2009-03-19T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:41:10.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving to Cleveland!</title><content type='html'>I am very excited to share the news that I will be working at Case Western University Hospitals come July 1st!  Ankoor and I will get to be together again at the program of our choice after nearly 3 years of a long distance relationship.  I am so very happy.  My breath caught in my throat while the email slowly loaded and relief soon settled in.  I am sad that I cannot be home with friends and family to celebrate, but my 8 roommates were fantastic.  2 other people also matched tonight and Terrie (our professor/house mother) bought us chocolate and cheese to celebrate...two things that are hard to find in Malawi.  It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly enjoying my experience here.  It has been intense and I have much to share from the last two days.  Today has had a really high high (matching in Cleveland) and a really low low.  I went to the hospital early to find out that one of my patients passed away last night at the age of 29 from an infection that her HIV infected body was too weak to fend off.  It is difficult to deal with all of the things that have happened during my time here and I have much to talk about when I get home.  For now, I will celebrate my new job while doing the best that I can to positively affect the Malawians that I meet here.  They certainly have had a profound impact on my life and I will always remember the lessons that I have learned here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.  I hope to celebrate with you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-4742868982619617708?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/4742868982619617708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-moving-to-cleveland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/4742868982619617708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/4742868982619617708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-moving-to-cleveland.html' title='I&apos;m moving to Cleveland!'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-3621128798945817194</id><published>2009-03-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:20:33.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Match week</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, this is match week.  On Thursday we find out where we will do our internship next year; a paying job after 8 years of school.  It's kind of a big deal.  I'm excited to graduate and move on to the next stage of training, but it is daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we found out if we matched...not where.  Even though I knew that I would match in one of the 5 programs that I interviewed at, I still got the tiniest ball in my throat when I opened the email entitled, "Did I match?"  Thursday is going to be an intense day.  We find out at 1:00pm EST, so 7:00pm Malawi time.  Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers this week as I approach this stressful day, and I'll let you know where I will be moving to come June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-3621128798945817194?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/3621128798945817194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/match-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/3621128798945817194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/3621128798945817194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/match-week.html' title='Match week'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-1857539666657104510</id><published>2009-03-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:33:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zomba Plateau: A transportation adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful weekend on the chilly Zomba Plateau.  It was definitely the biggest adventure that I've had in Malawi so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trip to Zomba - hitching a ride, Malawi style: &lt;/strong&gt;4 of us decided to risk the Malawi bus system and get a ride to Zomba for less than $2 rather than spend far too much money to rent a car/driver for the weekend. Surprisingly, the bus had seats for everyone on board and there were no chickens (a common finding on Malawi buses).  When we got to the city of Zomba we had to meet up with Anthony Umi, our host for the weekend.  We were under the impression that he would drive us to the plateau, so we were a bit surprised when he walked up to us; no car in sight.  This meant we had to find an overpriced taxi to go the last 11 miles.  Mr. Umi went to find us one and came back with a friend of his that offered to take us up to our house for free.  You can't beat that, so we hopped in the back of his truck, happy that our journey only cost $2.  The trip was off to a great start.  The other 4 group members were less lucky.  They had hired a driver who apparently was night blind.  He was great until night rolled in and they hit a biker on the side of the road and feared for their lives.  They arrived a bit shook up to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday - the 5 hour hike: &lt;/strong&gt;We awoke to a foggy day and set out to see the plateau.  First, we stopped by Mulunguzi Dam where Mr. Umi had a friend.  We hiked down a rocky slope to get to the door to an underground/underwater tunnel.  Mr. Umi's friend described the history of the dam and proceeded to take us through the tunnel and pressure locked doors.  It was actually pretty cool to be in a tunnel 47 meters under the water's surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzyMsBSnQI/AAAAAAAAEIs/GzNdsHLeZX8/s1600-h/zomba+dam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387960179268866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzyMsBSnQI/AAAAAAAAEIs/GzNdsHLeZX8/s320/zomba+dam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lake created by Mulunguzi Dam with a small waterfall in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the dam, we headed straight up the mountain through the mist and fog.  There were many pine trees and the air was chilly which made me feel at home in this foreign place.  The air was thick and I was exhausted, but the surroundings were beautiful.   As I was huffing and puffing, there were many Malawians walking barefoot down the slippery clay path with more wood on their head than I've ever carried.  Mostly women and children, they carry large bundles of wood atop their heads to the villages.  Amazing really.  Apparently, they collect wood on the weekends that they can use for cooking and heating their house for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sbzxzjc6cCI/AAAAAAAAEIk/zHSN41GrDB4/s1600-h/zomba+mist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387528382476322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sbzxzjc6cCI/AAAAAAAAEIk/zHSN41GrDB4/s320/zomba+mist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hiking through the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;After what seemed like far too long of hiking straight uphill, the ground leveled out and we found a lake formed by the small Chagwa Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzxzkvkOAI/AAAAAAAAEIc/8EcEUBl4A7s/s1600-h/zomba+frog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387528729147394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 246px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzxzkvkOAI/AAAAAAAAEIc/8EcEUBl4A7s/s320/zomba+frog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A frog that I found by the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzxznxafQI/AAAAAAAAEIU/JmJ7vmSmWVM/s1600-h/zomba+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387529542204674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzxznxafQI/AAAAAAAAEIU/JmJ7vmSmWVM/s320/zomba+lake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tranquil lake (prettier in real life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More hiking on level ground brought us to the Queen's view and the Emperor's view...obscured by the fog.  We did get to see a bit of the fantastic view through the fog, but the pictures don't do it justice.  We had a picnic while watching the rolling clouds and then headed down to Williams Falls.  There, we took a refreshing shower under the falls...my favorite part of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzxzL3WIaI/AAAAAAAAEIM/SjsZTd3biB8/s1600-h/zomba+williams+falls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387522050892194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzxzL3WIaI/AAAAAAAAEIM/SjsZTd3biB8/s320/zomba+williams+falls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Williams falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sbzxy47LA1I/AAAAAAAAEIE/MR-mwZS7k7Y/s1600-h/zomba+waterfall+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313387516966667090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 313px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sbzxy47LA1I/AAAAAAAAEIE/MR-mwZS7k7Y/s320/zomba+waterfall+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shant, me, Niamh, and Mr. Umi in the chilly falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 5 hours of fabulous hiking we returned home to Mr. Umi's guest house and relaxed for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday - travelling refugee style: &lt;/span&gt;All low on money, we got the cheapest ride back to the bus station that we could find.  This meant sitting in the bed of the of a truck on make-shift benches. Since it was raining hard, they had covered the truck bed in red and blue fabric.  This meant that we could not see where we were going at all.  We were huddled in the back with no idea how far we were from home, holding on for dear life. The rain kept coming down and the holes in the fabric became apparent.  I was lucky enough to be under one of the larger holes and got my own personal shower.  Laughing through it all, I arrived at the bus stop wet and cold.  Our bus arrived an hour after we did and although there were many people standing in the aisle on the way home, the trip was uneventful.  It was a fun adventure for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend!  I loved talking to Mr. Umi about the town and the people.  It was much less planned out than our previous trips and that's the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  I'm happy to be home and now I must rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-1857539666657104510?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/1857539666657104510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/zomba-plateau-transportation-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/1857539666657104510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/1857539666657104510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/zomba-plateau-transportation-adventure.html' title='The Zomba Plateau: A transportation adventure'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbzyMsBSnQI/AAAAAAAAEIs/GzNdsHLeZX8/s72-c/zomba+dam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-8057812688234330897</id><published>2009-03-12T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:09:29.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for 3,000 Kwacha ($21)</title><content type='html'>I have happy news and sad news.  I'll start with the good: The baby that I helped resuscitate yesterday is doing miraculously well.  When I went to check on her, I found her kicking and crying.  She moved all of her extremities and had good color.  I was so relieved.  I think that I can honestly say that that was the first time that I saved a life.  She seems strong and I hope that she continues to rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad: Today was a sad day in the pre-natal clinic.  I helped do ultrasounds on the mothers to be.  Unfortunately, we had to tell 4 of them that their babies had passed away.  The worst case was a woman that was 7 months pregnant.  4 days ago some robbers came to her house and asked for 3,000 kwacha (about $21).  When she couldn't provide it, they beat her and kicked her in the stomach.  This was a fatal blow the fetus inside her and now she must labor to birth a still born.  It was a sad sad thing, and it just made life seem so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Maybe I should have started with the bad, I don't like ending on a negative note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head out of town again, this time to the Zomba plateau where we will hike and relax and try to cope with the difficult things that we saw this week while in awe of creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-8057812688234330897?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/8057812688234330897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-3000-kwacha-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/8057812688234330897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/8057812688234330897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-3000-kwacha-21.html' title='All for 3,000 Kwacha ($21)'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-514685854055603721</id><published>2009-03-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:37:39.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breech Baby Blue</title><content type='html'>Today I assisted with a breech delivery on labor and delivery that was supposed to go to C-section, but did not make it due to lack of resources.  The baby came out slowly with lots of tugging and repositioning.  When the baby was completely delivered she was pale and floppy.  I went with the nurses to resuscitate the newborn.  I did chest compressions while the nurse provided air through the use of a bag valve mask.  After a couple minutes of chest compressions, the baby's heart miraculously began to beat fast enough.  I then took over for the nurse and breathed for the small seemingly lifeless infant.  I continued the resuscitation efforts by myself for the next several minutes while the nurses attended to other women in need.  Amazingly, the small girl began breathing on her own.  She was still floppy and did not cry, but her heart was beating and she was breathing.  I followed her to the neonatal special care and handed her over to the pediatric nurses. It was getting late, so I had to leave at that point in order to get back before the dangerous dark.  I don't know what will happen to her, but I know that I did all that I could.   It was my first time trying to resuscitate a child, let alone a newborn, and it was intense to say the least.  I'll let you know if I find out what happens to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-514685854055603721?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/514685854055603721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/breech-baby-blue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/514685854055603721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/514685854055603721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/breech-baby-blue.html' title='Breech Baby Blue'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-3605389280037418558</id><published>2009-03-10T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:42:17.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How hungry would you have to be?</title><content type='html'>Today I was given a bun with an egg on it for lunch because I attended a lecture during the noon hour.  I was walking away from the hospital eating my "sandwich" when a man said, "Sister, please share. Share with me."  So I did the only thing that I could and gave him all that I had left.  It was sad...How hungry would you have to be to follow a stranger down the street and beg them for a half eaten bun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-3605389280037418558?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/3605389280037418558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-hungry-would-you-have-to-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/3605389280037418558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/3605389280037418558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-hungry-would-you-have-to-be.html' title='How hungry would you have to be?'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-2553447498516811226</id><published>2009-03-09T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:22:22.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mvuu Lodge</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the sights from our mini safari at &lt;a href="http://www.mvuulodge.com/"&gt;Mvuu lodge&lt;/a&gt; (click on that to see the awesome lodge that we stayed in).  In order to get to the lodge we had to take a 45 min boat ride through beautiful surroundings.  The Shire River is home to the highest density of hippos in the world. They all peer up at you from the water and then subtily dissapear beneath the surface.   I have lots of pictures with hippos, but they're hard to see unless the photos are big, so you'll have to wait on those.  At night, we saw the hippos walking around everywhere.  We had a great time and saw lots of awesome things.  Here are just a couple of the things that we saw on our 3 safaris (walking, boating, and driving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wlrei1I/AAAAAAAAEH8/uDlAlPyeE5k/s1600-h/com+waterbuck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311420004462136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wlrei1I/AAAAAAAAEH8/uDlAlPyeE5k/s320/com+waterbuck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waterbuck that we saw on our walking safari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wl5l8gI/AAAAAAAAEH0/MCvTLBZUvvc/s1600-h/com+shire+river.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311420004521341442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wl5l8gI/AAAAAAAAEH0/MCvTLBZUvvc/s320/com+shire+river.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Shire River from our boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0WZapjJI/AAAAAAAAEHs/L_K9Da00pTM/s1600-h/com+me+with+the+elephants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311420001170328722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0WZapjJI/AAAAAAAAEHs/L_K9Da00pTM/s320/com+me+with+the+elephants.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the boat safari with the elephants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wf_sKzI/AAAAAAAAEHk/KOKV4A11Ru0/s1600-h/com+king+fisher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311420002936302386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wf_sKzI/AAAAAAAAEHk/KOKV4A11Ru0/s320/com+king+fisher.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some kind of King Fishers (Dad that one is for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTkNp2NI/AAAAAAAAEHc/Y18NkuHNYKE/s1600-h/com+impala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418853017376978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTkNp2NI/AAAAAAAAEHc/Y18NkuHNYKE/s320/com+impala.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Impala - we saw so many of these you wouldn't believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTaMFGTI/AAAAAAAAEHU/YbwIWqUn4Bk/s1600-h/com+group+on+safari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418850326419762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTaMFGTI/AAAAAAAAEHU/YbwIWqUn4Bk/s320/com+group+on+safari.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole group on our driving safari &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the back - Kim, Sammie, and Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the middle - Shant and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the front - Tom, Niamh, and Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTR6RNsI/AAAAAAAAEHM/8nvujoDGMLo/s1600-h/com+eleophants+and+hippo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418848104232642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTR6RNsI/AAAAAAAAEHM/8nvujoDGMLo/s320/com+eleophants+and+hippo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elephants! and there's a hippo in the water on the left if you have good eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTJNC4zI/AAAAAAAAEHE/gz6Oweare30/s1600-h/com+croc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418845767066418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzTJNC4zI/AAAAAAAAEHE/gz6Oweare30/s320/com+croc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crocodile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzS3ca5UI/AAAAAAAAEG8/IPw_jx1zf8E/s1600-h/com+baboon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311418840999716162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbXzS3ca5UI/AAAAAAAAEG8/IPw_jx1zf8E/s320/com+baboon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yellow baboons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Monday it was back to the hospital.  It's quite strange to go live in luxury as the rich westerner all weekend and then return to such poverty.  It is quite the whirl-wind tour of Malawi with difficult sights and hard realities mixed in with unbelievable natural beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please keep in touch.  I miss folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-2553447498516811226?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/2553447498516811226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/mvuu-lodge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/2553447498516811226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/2553447498516811226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/mvuu-lodge.html' title='Mvuu Lodge'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbX0Wlrei1I/AAAAAAAAEH8/uDlAlPyeE5k/s72-c/com+waterbuck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-6312381198833315182</id><published>2009-03-06T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:56:57.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGL5o-5DsI/AAAAAAAAEG0/46DVYHpWMRQ/s1600-h/01+gecko+lodge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310179258016534210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGL5o-5DsI/AAAAAAAAEG0/46DVYHpWMRQ/s320/01+gecko+lodge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our relaxing room at Gecko Lodge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGL5ZFgrtI/AAAAAAAAEGs/iVf4hSdH9Co/s1600-h/02+fish+in+lake+malawi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310179253749329618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGL5ZFgrtI/AAAAAAAAEGs/iVf4hSdH9Co/s320/02+fish+in+lake+malawi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the unique fish of Lake Malawi.  They were very curious and would swim after me as I snorkeled.  When I turned quickly, I found that hundreds were following me...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLUYY3gTI/AAAAAAAAEGk/8fV58mJbGLY/s1600-h/03+fish+eagles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310178617906921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLUYY3gTI/AAAAAAAAEGk/8fV58mJbGLY/s320/03+fish+eagles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the magestic Fish Eagles.  We saw at least 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLULfUZnI/AAAAAAAAEGc/jqRhDUZn4BE/s1600-h/04+cape+maclear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310178614444320370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLULfUZnI/AAAAAAAAEGc/jqRhDUZn4BE/s320/04+cape+maclear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick view of the main street in Cape Maclear, taken about a one minute walk from Gecko Lodge's gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLTkeL_ZI/AAAAAAAAEGU/7sYmqrx_bFU/s1600-h/05+women+in+mua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310178603970592146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLTkeL_ZI/AAAAAAAAEGU/7sYmqrx_bFU/s320/05+women+in+mua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A woman in near Mua Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLThTy34I/AAAAAAAAEGM/cSkNzDjsF0E/s1600-h/06+Christ+picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310178603121696642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLThTy34I/AAAAAAAAEGM/cSkNzDjsF0E/s320/06+Christ+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An example of "inculturation" (I think that's what it was called) .  This is a depiction of Christ using images that are common in the Chewa traditions with a corn stalk being used as the outline of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLTGkG22I/AAAAAAAAEGE/QTQ0f2yJKAM/s1600-h/07+on+the+road+to+Dedza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310178595942357858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGLTGkG22I/AAAAAAAAEGE/QTQ0f2yJKAM/s320/07+on+the+road+to+Dedza.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the road to Dedza.  Taken from the car.  The winding roads through the mountains were amazing with many things to be seen on the side of the road from villages to cows to beggars to creation.  Very scenic and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all that I have time for now.  I have to get some sleep before I head to Mvuu for the weekend.  This is apparently where the greatest density of hippos are in the whole world; something like 25 hippos per kilometer of river.  Should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-6312381198833315182?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/6312381198833315182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-from-last-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6312381198833315182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6312381198833315182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-from-last-weekend.html' title='Pictures from last weekend'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SbGL5o-5DsI/AAAAAAAAEG0/46DVYHpWMRQ/s72-c/01+gecko+lodge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-6310011877276432058</id><published>2009-03-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:41:39.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the weekend</title><content type='html'>For those of you that still do not know where in the world I am right now, I thought it time to provide you with some maps. Malawi's neighbors are Zambia, Mozambique, and Tanzania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa_W0A-lXvI/AAAAAAAAEF0/ZgUOB7-RCP4/s1600-h/africamap.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309698674797141746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa_W0A-lXvI/AAAAAAAAEF0/ZgUOB7-RCP4/s320/africamap.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend, Ankoor and I went on a circle tour between Blantyre (where I live and work), Cape Maclear, Mumbo Island (which you already heard about), Mua, and Dedza. Dedza is basically due west of Cape Maclear on the Mozambique border and Mua lies about half way in between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa_V1ZB-KHI/AAAAAAAAEFk/kW3fMhIH_Z4/s1600-h/Malawi_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309697598922041458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa_V1ZB-KHI/AAAAAAAAEFk/kW3fMhIH_Z4/s400/Malawi_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cape Maclear: &lt;/span&gt;We stayed at Gecko Lodge nestled into the small, poverty stricken beach village. Within feet of the the Lodge's restaurant, women and children bathe in the lake and do the dishes after each meal. I couldn't help but watch in awe of the simplicity and beauty of the Malawians. I felt like an intruder, but I couldn't stop admiring the life that was going on down the beach from me. On the day that the rainbow appeared, there was also an island of grass and weeds that the storm had brought in. 15 Malawian men stood on the beach and discussed how to move this gigantic island...unexpected, but welcomed work on a beautiful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mua: &lt;/span&gt;We stayed at the Mua Mission in the middle of a unique town that became the site for catholic missionaries nearly 40 years ago. Because of the Vatacan II policy of "culturalization" (I think that's what it is anyway) many of the traditional tribal customs have been transformed to have a Christian spin. The missionaries started a museum in the town that gave me the greatest look into pre-colonization Malawi that I've had so far. I learned about the 3 main tribes that inhabited Malawi (and still do); the Chewa, the Yao, and the Ngoni. We were lead through rooms that had dioramas rich in color and tradition. The room for the Chewa (the main tribe of Malawi) had many masks with vibrant colors that are worn during spiritual rituals allowing the mask wearers to become the spirits which the masks represent. Ankoor and I learned how each of these unique cultures have traditions rich in ceremonies that show strong roots in community and family. We weren't allowed to take pictues of the rooms with tribal artifacts, so I cannot show you...sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dedza:&lt;/span&gt; This was a quick day trip to pick up some world famous pottery (&lt;a href="http://www.dedzapottery.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.dedzapottery.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;) and eat a quick lunch in a cute cafe. It was a great way to end a pretty perfect weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long post...thanks for sticking with it.   I wrote this before uploading pictures, so I will put pictures in the next post because it's just easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-6310011877276432058?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/6310011877276432058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-from-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6310011877276432058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/6310011877276432058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-from-weekend.html' title='More from the weekend'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa_W0A-lXvI/AAAAAAAAEF0/ZgUOB7-RCP4/s72-c/africamap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-965439529290465078</id><published>2009-03-03T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:53:35.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankoor and I are Engaged!</title><content type='html'>There is much to tell from the weekend, but I'm sure that you are most interested in the engagement, so I will leave the rest for a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Perfect Engagement Day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, March 1, Ankoor and I awoke to a beautiful rainbow over Lake Malawi that lingered in the sky for an hour while I ate breakfast.  A great start to a wonderul day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miRbGU5I/AAAAAAAAEFU/Zz6JeH5B3Qw/s1600-h/4+rainbow+kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309012274718331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miRbGU5I/AAAAAAAAEFU/Zz6JeH5B3Qw/s320/4+rainbow+kiss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we headed to Kayak Africa for our adventure to Mumbo Island.  We Kayaked 10km over relatively calm water on a day with few clouds.  I love kayaking!  Another plus for the day.  (unfortunately our guide, Akim, is not the best picture taker...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miJbatlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/o7AQtJ0mycI/s1600-h/5+kayaking+to+the+island.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309012272572184146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miJbatlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/o7AQtJ0mycI/s320/5+kayaking+to+the+island.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 hours, we arrived at our home for the night...Mumbo Island.  The water around the island was calm and clear.  Absolutely gorgeous.  By chance, we had the entire island to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miCU7_qI/AAAAAAAAEFE/KckL2cLYtYQ/s1600-h/6+pretty+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309012270665957026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miCU7_qI/AAAAAAAAEFE/KckL2cLYtYQ/s320/6+pretty+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our room with a view and got settled.  The accomadations were comfortable and rustic.  With no permanent buildings or electricity on the island, the wilderness is almost untouched.  Rooms are built atop rocks and our bathroom was sandwiched around trees and rocks.  The toilets were all composting and, as a general rule, all places with composting toilets are awesome (Gesundheit Institute, Matt and Shana's, etc.).  Here's us on the hammock outside our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1mANon3vI/AAAAAAAAEE8/qOs9SnE8Dd0/s1600-h/7+us+and+the+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309011689585762034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1mANon3vI/AAAAAAAAEE8/qOs9SnE8Dd0/s320/7+us+and+the+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view from the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_1tWviI/AAAAAAAAEE0/rEjxk5MemDM/s1600-h/8+another+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309011683163160098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_1tWviI/AAAAAAAAEE0/rEjxk5MemDM/s320/8+another+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting settled, we began exploring the island.  Well marked trails take you on short hikes to all of the island's beauties.  This is Fisherman's Beach where I snorkled while Ankoor rested.  I saw thousands of vibrantly colored fish...many of which are unique to Malawi (check out Planet Earth for some footage from Lake Malawi).  With no other humans or boats in sight, this was by far the best snorkeling I have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_z1b7LI/AAAAAAAAEEs/sFbpAwZTMfU/s1600-h/9+fisherman"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309011682660183218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_z1b7LI/AAAAAAAAEEs/sFbpAwZTMfU/s320/9+fisherman%27s+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to our room for catnap before our sunset cruise. Our room was on this small island attached to Mumbo by the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309011684469195794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_6kvRBI/AAAAAAAAEEk/b5jjhGhEm-8/s320/10.1+the+island+with+rooms.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We climbed to the top of a small boat with some reisling and set out to watch the sunset.  We went around the island to get a view from the outside and saw many fish eagles perched.  The sun disappeared behind the clouds, but it was still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_lOfGjI/AAAAAAAAEEc/GEV1k52zMlQ/s1600-h/11+wine+glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309011678738717234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1l_lOfGjI/AAAAAAAAEEc/GEV1k52zMlQ/s320/11+wine+glasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1lLJkLdLI/AAAAAAAAEEE/iGvjN3RN82I/s1600-h/11.1+feet+at+sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309010777960314034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1lLJkLdLI/AAAAAAAAEEE/iGvjN3RN82I/s320/11.1+feet+at+sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to our room before dark for a fantastic view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1lKy-uvII/AAAAAAAAED8/6dzzWumKoTY/s1600-h/12+sunset+from+the+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309010771897662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1lKy-uvII/AAAAAAAAED8/6dzzWumKoTY/s320/12+sunset+from+the+room.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy couple (me a little sunburned). Ankoor would like everyone to imagine that he is wearing a tuxedo (ignore the jeans and T-shirt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1lK1JKRCI/AAAAAAAAED0/ejpXGatumKw/s1600-h/13+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309010772478280738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1lK1JKRCI/AAAAAAAAED0/ejpXGatumKw/s320/13+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a traditional Malwian meal, we relaxed in the hammock and enjoyed the starlit sky.  With no light pollution, the milky way and the southern stars were clearly visable.  The only constellation that I recognized was Orion, my favorite.   It was truly a perfect day.  After a thousand opportunities, Ankoor nervously asked me to marry him (another Geib sister proposed to in her pajamas).  Who could say no after a day like that.  Ankoor was wonderful, and I could not have asked for a better proposal.  According to my wishes, Ankoor did not have a ring...so don't ask about that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish that I could have shared all this with my friends and family in person, but that can wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-965439529290465078?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/965439529290465078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/ankoor-and-i-are-engaged.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/965439529290465078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/965439529290465078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/03/ankoor-and-i-are-engaged.html' title='Ankoor and I are Engaged!'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/Sa1miRbGU5I/AAAAAAAAEFU/Zz6JeH5B3Qw/s72-c/4+rainbow+kiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-2236953997224592489</id><published>2009-02-27T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:07:35.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for the weekend</title><content type='html'>Ankoor has arrived in Malawi and we are headed away for the romantic getaway at the beautiful Lake Malawi.  We will be back on Tuesday, so don't expect any posts until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-2236953997224592489?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/2236953997224592489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/away-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/2236953997224592489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/2236953997224592489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/away-for-weekend.html' title='Away for the weekend'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-5900856760204762606</id><published>2009-02-25T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:48:46.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>Here are some numbers to make you think:&lt;br /&gt;38 - The life expectancy for the average Malawian&lt;br /&gt;4- The number of ICU beds in the public hospital for all of Southern Malawi&lt;br /&gt;690 - The average per capita income in Malawi in US dollars&lt;br /&gt;12 - The amount, in US dollars, that the government of Malawi has to spend on each citizen per year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="stats"&gt;6,714- The amount, in US dollars, that the US government spends on each citizen per year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114 - The number of infant deaths per 1,000 live births&lt;br /&gt;46 - The percentage of people that are under the age of 15 in Malawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew most of these numbers before I came to this beautiful country, but they mean nothing until you see the faces of the Malawians and the suffering that is going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I am faced with unthinkable poverty and then I go home to a comfortable house where we have a gardener, a cook, guards, and someone to clean up our messes.  We have 3 computers, wireless (slow) internet, and a movie projector.  It is hard to reconcile these two worlds.  The patients in the hospital are dying from diseases that no longer exist in the US and most of the people in their 20s and thirties have AIDS.  Nearly 90% of the people admitted to internal medicine in the hospital have AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding it hard to talk about the thoughts that I have each day, but I find comfort in my music and my readings.  I will leave you with a fantastic Matt Henry song that I like to listen to when I'm having a difficult day (I hope he doesn't mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In One Peace" by Matt Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fsx05"   style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#808080;"&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;There's not enough time to wallow in the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;There's not enough time&lt;br /&gt;To gargle the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta swallow that now along with my pride,&lt;br /&gt;Get some energy to move my hands from my side&lt;br /&gt;With apathetic arms, nothing is built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In one peace, we will learn&lt;br /&gt;That compassion means more than preaching concern&lt;br /&gt;If our friend's in the fire, our fingers must burn&lt;br /&gt;If we believe in one peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interrupt inconsistency&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise just join the insistence&lt;br /&gt;That injustice is ignored.&lt;br /&gt;We, the few, hoard (whored) the necessities&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from the rest so we can have accessories&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest fear is being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In one peace, we will learn&lt;br /&gt;That compassion means more than preaching concern&lt;br /&gt;If our foe's in the fire, our fingers must burn&lt;br /&gt;If we believe in one peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed is good, if you're an idiot&lt;br /&gt;The cries of the voiceless sound quite hideous&lt;br /&gt;When they interrupt our nap.&lt;br /&gt;Will we wake up to our responsibility&lt;br /&gt;To let all live to the best of its ability&lt;br /&gt;Or will we keep hiding in our crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The imbalance is quite ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;The causes aren't quite inconspicuous&lt;br /&gt;Yet, complacency and apathy work by stealth.&lt;br /&gt;If we progress, magnify the gold,&lt;br /&gt;I'll still have more than you can hold&lt;br /&gt;You've got a problem with poverty?&lt;br /&gt;You've got a problem with poverty?&lt;br /&gt;You've got a problem with wealth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In one peace, we will learn&lt;br /&gt;That compassion means more than preaching concern&lt;br /&gt;For the heart of Truth, our hearts all yearn&lt;br /&gt;And we believe in one peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, it's so amazing,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts could burst, just gazing&lt;br /&gt;At the awesome gifts of God's caring hands.&lt;br /&gt;Do we give thanks for the chance to be pieces&lt;br /&gt;For your beautiful grace never ceases&lt;br /&gt;To bless us more than we understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In one peace, we will learn&lt;br /&gt;That compassion means more than preaching concern&lt;br /&gt;As we dance in the fire, foes into friends turn,&lt;br /&gt;And if a friend is in love, then of love we will learn,&lt;br /&gt;As we believe in one peace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-5900856760204762606?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/5900856760204762606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5900856760204762606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5900856760204762606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-7626975552626553987</id><published>2009-02-23T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:59:38.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the trek</title><content type='html'>I must start by saying that I was wrong about the Shire valley being part of Mount Mulanje.  Apparently Blantyre, the city where I am living, is in the Shire valley and I have been in Hobbit town this whole time.  I was told that some of the Lord of the Rings Movie was filmed on Mount Mulanje, but I haven't checked the validity of this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out an easier way to upload photos, so enjoy!  I'm off for our Oscar watching party...taped from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFm24__CI/AAAAAAAAEB8/muzg9Iuh8Bo/s1600-h/DSC00972com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020582356155426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFm24__CI/AAAAAAAAEB8/muzg9Iuh8Bo/s320/DSC00972com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the hike up to the hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFPP0mA2I/AAAAAAAAEB0/fuVKTrso6Co/s1600-h/DSC00984new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020176731702114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFPP0mA2I/AAAAAAAAEB0/fuVKTrso6Co/s320/DSC00984new.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hut.  I slept on the porch and watched the stars - no city lights in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFBDadaoI/AAAAAAAAEBs/Zc98dMIDuuA/s1600-h/DSC00987com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306019932882692738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFBDadaoI/AAAAAAAAEBs/Zc98dMIDuuA/s320/DSC00987com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the hut of the peak that I climbed - Namasile (8,779ft)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGUTvcYI/AAAAAAAAEBk/Whuw7k6dWQ8/s1600-h/DSC00976com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018923805634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGUTvcYI/AAAAAAAAEBk/Whuw7k6dWQ8/s320/DSC00976com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Angela, Tom, Shant, and our guide Terry at the top of Namasile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGYvEmEI/AAAAAAAAEBc/pLhe4WsaXMg/s1600-h/DSC00942com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018924994009154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGYvEmEI/AAAAAAAAEBc/pLhe4WsaXMg/s320/DSC00942com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Niamh and I on the way to the hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGbwv49I/AAAAAAAAEBU/5eKSYqPCHiU/s1600-h/DSC00934com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018925806347218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGbwv49I/AAAAAAAAEBU/5eKSYqPCHiU/s320/DSC00934com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the awesome views - pictures don't do it justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGLMrIrI/AAAAAAAAEBM/dBw0tSVo1UM/s1600-h/DSC00936com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018921360073394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGLMrIrI/AAAAAAAAEBM/dBw0tSVo1UM/s320/DSC00936com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way up again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306018921024771490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLEGJ8u1aI/AAAAAAAAEBE/LmjC0Glwv68/s320/DSC00925com.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The village children at the starting point who waved and laughed at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-7626975552626553987?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/7626975552626553987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-from-trek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/7626975552626553987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/7626975552626553987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-from-trek.html' title='Pictures from the trek'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SaLFm24__CI/AAAAAAAAEB8/muzg9Iuh8Bo/s72-c/DSC00972com.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-9055937768402961621</id><published>2009-02-22T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:36:17.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home safe from Mount Mulanje</title><content type='html'>I am home after a peaceful and strenuous trek up Mount Mulanje.  We set off from a village where many children chased after our car to greet us before we started the ascent.  The children fun to joke around with and extremely excited to see pictures of themselves.  They are so very similar to the poverty stricken children that I have been blessed with many times in my life.  They were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid 4 men to carry our food and supplies up the mountain.  I felt very strange about this, but they were very happy that we had come and this is the only income that they have, and we definitely could not have made the trip with out them.  We arrived at our hut in the Shire Valley (where Tolkien apparently got his inspiration) after climbing many stone steps, jumping across rivers, and seeing several waterfalls.  It was breathtakingly beautiful.  We spent our first night taking a much needed dip in a small waterfall and water pool about a half hour hike from our hut.  The hut was positioned in between 2 peaks of Mount Mulanje (apparently there are around 52 peaks).  We slept out on the porch beneath the milky way and very unfamiliar constellations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning (Sunday) I made the rather unwise decision to climb to the top of Namesile (8,779 ft).  Only half of the group decided to undertake this voyage.  The peak is not well travelled (only 3-4 groups make the hike each year), so we were trail blazers.  We went through groves of aloe plants, strange trees, and wonderful smells.  We scaled rocks and jumped across deep crevaces.  We reached the top just when the clouds rolled in and obscured our view of the Shire valley.  We got a few peaks through the clouds as they rolled quickly through the valley and up the mountains.  It was fantastic, but the trip down was a bit more than I bargained for.  By the time that I got to the car I was sure that my legs would give out.   I am already sore.  I am tired and should rest, but I will try to post pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-9055937768402961621?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/9055937768402961621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-safe-from-mount-mulanje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/9055937768402961621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/9055937768402961621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-safe-from-mount-mulanje.html' title='Home safe from Mount Mulanje'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-5270253088893963483</id><published>2009-02-20T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:09:11.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SZ7SX34pvAI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/Tkw5RWt32T4/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SZ7SX34pvAI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/Tkw5RWt32T4/s320/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304908718669413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Group: Angela, Tom, Shant, Kim, Katie, Niamh, Sammie, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am learning a lot, but I am still processing and deciding how best to share it with you without being too full of doom and gloom, so for now enjoy a short blog and a picture or two.  I was able to post a couple pictures at &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/EmilyGeib/Malawi#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/EmilyGeib/Malawi#&lt;/a&gt;, but I can't seem to upload them to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight, we are preparing for a trek up Mount Mulanje.  We are packing 4 large backpacks for the 8 of us and hiring "shirpa's" to carry it up the mountain to the hut where we will reside for the night.  It is supposedly the 4th tallest mountain in Africa, but we won't be going up to the tallest peak.  I'll do my best with pictures when we're through because it is said to be very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funniest shirt&lt;/span&gt;: "Beer is the only reason I get up in the afternoon" - worn by a very pregnant lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For blogs from my fellow travelers you can go to: niamhafrica.blogspot.com or kimpfotenhauer.com (she has some pictures)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-5270253088893963483?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/5270253088893963483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-week-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5270253088893963483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/5270253088893963483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-week-one.html' title='The End of Week One'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SZ7SX34pvAI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/Tkw5RWt32T4/s72-c/DSC00875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-3585152121744599643</id><published>2009-02-18T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:30:54.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I caught my first Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SZw2e3cfqZI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Urn60Xg2s1s/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SZw2e3cfqZI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Urn60Xg2s1s/s320/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304174365043042706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The big event:&lt;/strong&gt;  Today, at 11:02am I helped to deliver a beautiful baby boy.  He weighed 2.5kg, the average weight for Malawian new borns.  All ready for the delivery, and noticing that the baby's head was crowning, I called for the midwife.  She came over, but did not put on any gloves.  This left me and a Malawian medical student in his second week in the hospital to catch the baby.  The midwife talked me through it, and I did everything.  It was awesome!  Mother and baby both are doing great.  It was her first baby(she had had 2 miscarriages) and she pushed him out in 7 minutes.  She was incredible. The baby was almost immediately placed on the mother's stomach and she was breastfeeding within 30 min. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More about births in Malawi:&lt;/strong&gt;  Here, women often refuse any pain medication as they believe it will prolong labor.  In my 3 days here, I have seen it given 1 time.  Most women deliver their baby's with very little screaming.  Resources are definitely lacking, and nothing is wasted.  Today they had to decide who should get operated on first, as only one operating room was available;  a women with an ectopic pregnancy that was about to rupture, endangering her life, or a woman that had a fetus in destress with a head too large to deliver vaginally.  It seems that about half of the woman that deliver here are HIV positive.  Thankfully, the baby that I caught today has an HIV negative mother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other stuff:&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm slowly learning the local language (Chichewa).  So far I know how to greet someone, say my name is, and see you tomorrow.  The Malawians are very kind despite my poor accent and get a kick out of my attempts.  My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny T-shirt of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;  A very skinny man wearing an over-sized T-shirt saying, "Wide Load."  (sorry, no pictures of this.  I usually see them in passing and it would be strange to walk around with my camera out, but if I get a chance...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058180899385925524-3585152121744599643?l=emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/feeds/3585152121744599643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-caught-my-first-baby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/3585152121744599643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058180899385925524/posts/default/3585152121744599643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyblockgeib.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-caught-my-first-baby.html' title='I caught my first Baby!'/><author><name>Emily Block Geib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147749979217198881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4IlMM1iEHA/SZw2e3cfqZI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Urn60Xg2s1s/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058180899385925524.post-7698307934193151315</id><published>2009-02-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:50:25.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day in Malawi</title><content type='html'>The general stuff:  Malawi is hot and moist right now which means that there is plenty of green and many flowers in bloom.  The government is stable and it is safe to walk around (during the daylight of course).  The Mango season is winding down, so I am enjoying the last couple of weeks of fresh, wonderful mangoes.  I am living in a fantastic house with a porch that faces the sunsets.  We have two rooms for 8 people and share 1 shower.  So far everything is going well with the group and I'm enjoying everyone's sense of humor and unique experiences.  Blantyre, the city where I live, is in a valley surrounded by 3 mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serious:  The poverty here is overwhelming and the people are desperate.  The hospital provides a unique experience that allows me to see some of the worst of it.  Queen Elizabeth Hospital serves most of southern Malawi and is one of the only public hospitals in the country.  This means that there are extremely sick people who have no where else to go.  There is a malnutrition ward for the children, which is particularly depressing.   There is hope in the eyes of the mothers behind the suffering and many do get better.  Each patient is usually accompanied by at least one family member.  The family usually gathers outside to clean the patients blankets and sometimes they cook over small fires.  The physicians are knowledgeable and caring, but the resources are poor, and deaths are all too common.  On my first trip to the hospital, I saw a "wailing."  This happens after someone passes away.  When the body is moved to the morgue, a group of mourners processes behind through the hospital, singing and crying to create an unbelievable sound that sends chills down your spine and brings tears to your eyes.  It was beautiful and heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong:  I saw women today that gave birth with no pain meds and then stood right up like nothing happened, cleaned up their belongings, and walked their new babies to the post-natal ward.  I cannot believe the reserve that the Malawians have.  Many survive unbelievavle odds and never complain.  I have much to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Funny:  Ever wonder where your old T-shirts go when you give them away?  Well, I found a couple here.  Many of the Malawians do not speak English even though it is the national language.  They speak the native language Chechewa, so when they wear shirts with English writing, they don't know what they say.  Today someone saw a man with a shirt that said, "I kissed your boyfriend on Spring Break." Another man was wearing a sorority shirt that had the caption "Golden Girls of Gateside."  Sometimes its hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Chechewa word so far: Poopsya - it means Danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sign off and get some sleep.   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