Sunday, 29 May 2016

Guinea, abo I kin?

Guinea, abo I kin? (creole: Guinea, who are you?)

The Ol´Grande Hotel downtown Bissau still standing. PRIVATE PICTURE.

Colonized by the Portuguese as the Portuguese Guinea.

The apparatus for the #warga tea in the streets of #Bissau#.
PRIVATE PICTURE.

Got Independent in 1973 and is called Guinea-Bissau since then to avoid confusion with Guinea, previously French Guinea. Bissau is actually the name of its capital.

Sunday afternoon mood in Bissau. PICTURE PRIVATE.

The largest part of the population speaks Crioulo, a language derived from Portuguese. A smaller percentage speaks the colonial Portuguese. Many ethnical languages like Balanta, Mandinga, Fula are still strongly represented.

A proper place for a cold beer in #Bissau. PRIVATE PICTURES.

"Kuma ku bo manzi?" means "How did you get up today?" in Crioulo and is a common way of greeting.

Immortalizing the #Bissau harbor in B&W. PRIVATE PICTURE.

Population of approximately 1.700.000 inhabitants.

Reminiscence of the luso presence in #Bissau. PICTURE PRIVATE.

Guinea-Bissau has an area larger than Belgium and smaller than the Netherlands.

Old #Bissau still reflects the signs of its golden age.
PRIVATE PICTURE.

Guinea-Bissau was one of the main spots in the African continent for the ¨exportation¨ of slaves to the western countries.

Bissau harbor. PRIVATE PICTURE.

Guinea-Bissau´s GDP per capita is one of the lowest in the world as well as its Human Development Index.

At the gate to the Atlantic in the Bissau harbor. PRIVATE PICTURE.

Bissau downtown mood. PRIVATE PICTURE.

The country is divided in eight regions: Bafata, Biombo, Bissau (the capital), Bolama, Cacheu, Gabu, Oio, Quinara e Tombali.

Bissau harbor inspires melancholy. PRIVATE PICTURE.

In 2010 almost half of the Guinean population was under 15 years of age [source].

Downtown mood in Bissau. PRIVATE PICTURE.

Saturday, 16 April 2016

Getting started in Guinea-Bissau

Two weeks have passed since I arrived in Guinea Bissau and teamed up with my new colleagues in the capital, Bissau. It's very calm and convenient town by the Atlantic Ocean. The sad thing: all around is mangrove and no beach in less than a two hours drive from Bissau.
Bissau downtown life. PRIVATE PICTURE
I'm living in a house with two other "Brazilians". Really cool cookies! They are "Brazilians" the same way I am. One a Brazilian-Spaniard, the other one Brazilian-Irish, and me, a Brazilian-Something. Maybe this is the reason why we get along so well with each other.
Roofs of Bissau. PRIVATE PICTURE.
The work has been very busy and exciting so far. We got a great team of international and local logistic people with a great task: renovate the pediatric station in an public hospital. We are pushing on with all the energy and seeing things getting done very fast.
Bissau downtown life. PRIVATE PICTURE.
Sometimes I get confronted, like many times before during my time in Kenya, with the reality of one of the poorest countries in the world. The events happening in the pediatric station of a hospital in such a country touches one's heart deeply and, every now and then, we have to get back to each other and look for comfort in the fact, that the work were doing is changing this scenario.
In a hidden yard downtown in Bissau. PICTURE PRIVATE.
Culturally, I getting to experience the local music, tasting loads of seafood and enjoying the good mood of the Guineans.
The very same hidden yard. PRIVATE PICTURE.
It's such a great surprise to get to know that the Creole, the most frequently spoken local "language", actually is a funny distorted way to speak the colonial Portuguese. The Guinean did so with the language so the colonial lords couldn't understand them.

It's feels great be back in the real world. To do something one loves. Share life with likeminded. To travel and seek for awe.
Cheers mates!

Thursday, 31 March 2016

Again in the arms of Africa

"Once you stepped the African ground you will shake it's dust off of you feet" told me once my dear friend Erna Weimar.
El Prat airport of Barcelona. PICTURE PRIVATE.
So, there is me heading back to a new challenge and new discoveries in the arm of Mama Africa.
I'm with the red ones. PICTURE PRIVATE.
A great mission with "Medecins Sans Frontieres" is waiting for me.

#Blessings

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Leaving Berlin again!!

There we go!
After five months I'm leaving Berlin again without knowing when I'll step it's ground next time.
Next stop will be Barcelona for a few days training and then a six months stay in Bissau, capital of Guinea-Bissau, In West Africa, for my first mission with MSF (Medecins Sans Frontieres - Doctors Without Borthers).
Zoo Garden Station. PICTURE PRIVATE.
I'll miss ya ol'fella

Monday, 29 February 2016

Spontaneously Brazil!

After a lot of pondering and waiting I spontaneously decided to book the ticket to Brazil and got everything organized within the last three days. After almost three years without the Brazilian sun and mama's food it was time to head down south.
Totally three weeks, one week in Rio de Janeiro with friends and beach and two weeks with the family, are waiting for me.
Oh! And the greatest thing! I'll be celebrating my birthday with all the clan after many many years.
At Berlin Tegel TXL airport. PRIVATE PICTURE.
BAAAAM! Waiting for boarding. First stop Paris.
#livepost

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

#TravelInAWeeVideo #2: Have you heard a "click language" before?

Have you ever heard the sound of a click language?
Yeah! Click language!? Nope!?

A bit of linguistics: the so-called "click languages" are actually the Khoisan languages predominantly spoken in the subsaharan part of Africa, mainly in the countries Botswana, Namibia and South Africa. The interesting thing about those languages is that some consonants sound, literally, like "clicks", and the number of "clicks" can vary from one Language to the other.

Now to the little story.
When in Windhoek, Namibia, a while ago, I engaged in an conversation with Cathrin, the receptionist of the backpackers I was camping in. I got the creeps as a friend of her, also a worker in the backpackers, approached  with some inquiries. I never heard anything similar! Kind alien language in science fiction movies!? Cathrin kindly agreed in recording a short sequence introducing herself and welcoming everyone in Namibia after my request. You gotta hear this!


Later on, Cathrin explained me she belongs to the Damara tribe and speaks the language with the same name. It has four different "clicks."

Got the creeps as well? Cool!

Inspirational Nomad

I've mentioned before how people I met during my travels keep coming back to me, interested to know about my travels, my experiences, stories and learnings, and to express how they feel inspired by all that. It feels wonderful to be a positive reference and to inspire people.

Today I got a surprising message of this two Canadian ladies that I met in Kenya a few months ago. In this message they referred to me as an "inspirational nomad", a description that made me really think about the impact one can have in someone else's life.

By the time we met, I was living in this Maasai camp and assisting the community leader on a health related project when these ladies came to stay in the camp for a few days. There were always some tourists coming and staying in the camp for the experience of being with the Maasai and catching a glimpse in their life style. I remember this evening during their visit, we were still sitting at the table after supper and talking, as the visitors usually do. The two Canadian ladies, another lady from New Zealand and I. I was telling them about what I was doing there, how I decided to move to Kenya and do voluntary work in the countryside. At a certain point the older Canadian lady, which happened to be a experienced nurse, asked me a question. She said: "Considering all your what you've done so far, what would you say it was you biggest teacher?" That caught me by surprise!

I stopped for a second and repeated the question to myself and immediately the answer was there, just like hit by a lightening. For a fraction of a second I still pondered if I would give her the proper answer since it was somehow very personal and sometimes people are not prepared for such discussion. Anyway, the way I am, I just let it out. I replied: "My depression!" And the funny thing was I put this possessive pronoun "My" in front of it. Well, it was my learning process, it redefined "Me" and changed "My" life. So, it was "My depression."

I told her and the others at the table about the difficult time a had before deciding to change my life and the lessons I've learned from that painful period and to justify why "My depression" has been my greatest teacher I went through some points I've been concentrating on since then. It first, I told them about the one lesson I refused to learned, which was "being selfish is alright!" I've never been selfish, I didn't like selfish people and refused at any cost to become one. It that moment I mentioned what my therapist told me once. She said: "Mr. Cavalcante, you're the kind of person that will never eat the last piece of the cake." She was totally right with that metaphor. She meant actually that I had to think more of myself and put me as priority before think of others. I've been putting myself aside to prioritize other people for so long and that led me to invest a lot of energy in events and people which would culminate in deepest disappointment. So, I was meant to come first and had to change that in me. It took time, it's not easy for someone to reset this kind of thing but I had to do it, and at a certain point, I started making the first moves to change it.

Another important lesson I gotta learn was "what to do to be happy." Most of us wrongly expect to find our happiness in someone else, "the love of our lives", or in something material, or professional. We all project our idea of happiness in something that should be acquired, achieved, made or bought. When it comes to the core of the question, happiness actually becomes a decision and not an empty blank that hast to be filled. One has to decide to be happy, that was the lesson. To get myself out of the said place I was in, I had to decide to be happy. I had a place to live, friends, a good job, I was healthy. So, why the heck I was so sad? Yeah! I stopped letting external variables dictate how I was supposed to feel and took the decision to be happy. On hard times one has to stop, go through the sad feelings, process them and grow out of them, not forgetting that they are not those who determine about you being happy or not. You do it!

After I finished with the defense of my thesis on "how my depression became my biggest teacher" I realized that the Canadian lady was crying. I even apologized for, eventually, shocking her with my sudden talk about depression but she was really fine. She was just a kind of sensitive person, as she told herself and wasn't expecting such an "intense" reply to her inquire.

Next day, I was approached by the second Canadian lady during a walk in the camp. She came to express her gratitude for me being so open about myself and helping her in dealing with her own issues. She opened herself briefly and explained she had been facing similar emotional problems and, with my talk the previous day, I made she feel better and encouraged her. I told her again that, as difficult as it seems, we first have to take a decision. A decision to feel good.

Life is really a roller coaster. In one moment you find yourself in the darkest place you've ever been, dying on self pity and afraid of facing the day, in the next moment, you are living from one moment of awe to the other and inspiring people to change their lives. I feel blessed for being able to find a way to deal with all my emotional difficulties and, above all, I'm glad that now I can help other people on easing their pain and finding their own. It's everything about finding it. The way.

The inspirational nomad.