working in a conflict situation

I hadn't yet had time to forget anything I'd learnt on the latest HEAT course when I was sent off to probably the most dangerous of all the places where we work in this region - the Central African Republic.  Not at all like my previous visit there (on holiday) in 2012, which I managed six months before the coup and subsequent civil war that has battered this poor country ever since.

& for once, my employers didn't try to restrict my travelling during this trip, in fact they were quite keen for me to visit one of the offices in the interior, so as to get a real understanding of the difficulties of operating in a region with no official authorities, no banks, no petrol stations, no internet providers, almost no phone coverage and a constant very real danger of attack by members of armed groups.  Whilst there is currently a shaky peace agreement, they all still have their weapons and have to steal to survive.

The above photo (snapped quickly through the car window - photography was highly restricted in this zone) shows an example of what is left of the buildings in this place (Kaga Bandoro) following six years of on-and-off civil war, whilst the photo below shows where the inhabitants now live - a field of mud holding huts housing some 15,000 people.

We are working there because the need is so great, with the bulk of our work being the distribution of food aid to the displaced people, but other projects including working to get children back into (temporary or refurbished) schools, reunification of separated children with their families, and provision of "child-friendly spaces" for children and youth to be able to play, to (re-)learn social skills and to recover from their ordeals (many children were made to fight with armed groups, others were raped).

But the strain on our staff was evident.  They told me how they can't sleep at night when it rains, as the sound of the rain hammering down on corrugated iron roofs masks the sound of criminals - all now armed - breaking into their houses.  That same rain blocked out the sound of criminals breaking into our guest house area a few months ago, so they were able to grab the night watchman and hold a gun to his head so that others were forced to open the door to the safe.  The driver of my vehicle told me about the last time the vehicle was robbed - how he had to lie face down in the mud for two hours whilst the criminals ransacked the vehicle, all the time shouting and firing their machine guns around him - and that was just 5km from our office.

I did not stay in the guest house, but in a very mouldy shipping container within a safe area controlled by various UN agencies, and I was only allowed to visit projects located close to town and along routes recently checked by a MINUSCA patrol (the UN peacekeepers, who were a very obvious presence).  They told me that there was no history in that area of aid workers being killed, raped or kidnapped, that the motive for attacks was always just robbery and so if we were unlucky, I should not resist a robbery attempt but meekly hand over all my possessions.  Being on an overseas work visit, I would have been covered by work's insurance policy in any case, unlike our local staff.  & thankfully I did not have to put my Hostile Environment Awareness Training into practice.

Sadly they didn't allow me to go drinking or dancing at the bar 'La Cohesion Social', even though grenades, guns and knives were all supposedly banned there.

HEAT again

For the third time since I've been in this job, I had to undergo a course of Hostile Awareness Environment Training.  There was some being run locally in my region, but this was just a two-day course taken by recently trained colleagues, and with the countries I'm required to go to now including such hotspots as Mali, Burkina Faso, Nigeria (the north-east), Cameroon and the Central African Republic, I thought I would be better off taking a full one-week course.

It was held in a military camp just outside Nairobi, with mock villages, crashed cars, and plenty of places for rebels to ambush us (and for soldiers at checkpoints to force us out of our vehicles and make us respond to their demands for 'gifts').  A couple of days in the classroom, a day learning (revising) emergency first aid - and the fun bit, two days 'in the field' dealing with situations such as the one in the photograph above, where gunfire suddenly breaks out and you have to decide what to do.   In the above case I wanted to hide in the long grass just out of view of the picture, but decided I should go with the crowd and run - only to find we'd all failed to notice the signs of landmines and run straight through a minefield.

In fact several times I found my instinct was to do my own thing and not follow the crowd, something I didn't really get feedback on so I don't know if it would save my life or put me at more risk.  For example when we'd watched a film one evening only for 'rebels' to suddenly storm the classroom and leave with hostages, everyone stayed frozen on the floor waiting for them to return - but remembering that the windows were very large (and we were on the ground floor), I escaped through a window ...  Hoping that I never have to test out this tendency in real life, anyway.

Some of the course involved our captors using their power over us to make us run, jump, roll on the ground, sing, even get 'baptised' in pools of mud.  This is me, about to be forced to lie down in that muddy puddle.  They said afterwards that it was to get us to experience and understand what could happen to us; I have to say that I didn't find it difficult - if someone pointing a gun at me says to do a star jump, I do a star jump!  But it was interesting that some fellow course participants who had been through real life situations of such danger (particularly those working in Darfur and Somalia) found some parts of the course too traumatic to take part in as they were reminded too closely of what they'd been through.

I didn't like to trivialise things by asking them whether at the end of their real life ordeals, their shoes had ended up in the same state that mine did at the end of this course!  (& no, I couldn't claim a new pair on expenses)

a lesson in Armenian history

Armenia has an even longer history of Christianity than Georgia, having officially adopted the religion in the year 301.  & like Georgia, it has a number of very impressive old churches and monasteries to visit.  All have a strange mixture of devout locals praying and lighting candles, and tourists with their cameras, many of the latter trying to sneak a photo of that religious devotion without intruding on it.

The priests were particularly enticing, with their big beards and black hoods looking very sinister and therefore very photogenic.  But again, you don't want to intrude on their priestly work given that you are visiting their domain.  So I was very grateful when this guy in Tatev Monastery looked down and I could quickly raise my camera for a shot.


Sadly, what Armenia is probably most famous for is the genocide, although with most people actually knowing nothing about it other than that it was Turkey's fault.  So it was very interesting to visit the genocide museum, with its narrative of how the genocide unfolded as well as some moving photos of some of the victims.

So for those who don't know, it was a genocide of somewhere between 700,000 and 1.5 million Armenians, over a period from 1915 to 1923, by the Turks (Western Armenia at that time being a part of the Ottoman Empire) - although persecution and some killing of Armenians had started long before.  But what is now defined by many as a genocide started with the killing of Armenian males, partly through forced labour (the justification being that they were allied with the Russians), and was then followed by the deportation of women, children and old people into the Syrian desert, where they were forcibly marched through the desert without food and water.  Apparently (all this coming from the information in the museum) there was widespread rape of the women, and some sold into sex slavery in the markets of Syria.

It was an informative and well-ordered museum.  I'm not sure that you can describe a trip to a genocide museum as 'enjoyable', but certainly it was interesting and it filled a gap in my knowledge.  What I also found interesting was how the Armenian women looked in those days, with their facial tattoos - something that I didn't see even on the old women who live in Armenia today, and certainly I've never seen women looking like this in the formerly Armenian parts of present-day Turkey.  It's sad how all the distinctive markings and dress of different peoples are being lost.

Georgia, land of churches, wine and Stalin

Georgia is a land of old Orthodox Christian churches and monasteries (Georgia having been the second country in the world, after Armenia, to adopt Christianity as its official state religion - in the year 326), so our tour took us to several.  Even for places like the Ananuri Fortress in the above photo, it is the church that catches the eye.  Inside many of them are murals, some badly damaged in the past by those seeing them as idolatry, and with time taking its toll, but even those in relatively poor condition were impressive.

A different strand of the country's history is one that most no longer celebrate - the birth of Josef Stalin.  Apparently though the older residents of Gori, his birthplace, are still proud of his achievements and the city boasts various memorials including a Stalin statue and museum - and Tshirts such as this one on sale.  I suppose in some ways it would have been a cool souvenir, but not one I could see myself  actually wearing!

Rather more wearable, but sadly one I didn't have time to buy, bore the message, "KGB: still watching you", this from the KGB: Still Watching You bar in Tblisi.

Tblisi is a great city, with very impressive architecture (both old and new) and a plethora of cafes, bars, jazz clubs, etc.  Somewhere I would happily go for a chilled long weekend.  But of course I was on a tour so we rushed from sight to sight - not a problem as there was so much to see - but another few days there to just relax and enjoy the ambience would have been welcomed!  Not to forget also the Georgian wines, of which we got to try a few at a couple of wine-tastings.  This is the older part of Tblisi, and nearby
a small selection of the architecture in the newer part.

astonishing Azerbaijan

So little time to take holidays this year, as the workload is relentless, but with July/August typically our quietest time I managed a two-week tour around Azerbaijan, Georgia and Armenia.

We started in Baku (the capital of Azerbaijan), whose Flame Towers (above) dominate the city, sneaking into the background of nearly every photograph of any part in the city.  It seems that the inspiration for these is the location in Azerbaijan of the founder of Zoroastrianism, although as far as I know only India and Iran still have practitioners of the Zoroastrian faith.  You can see why this might have originated here, however, with places in the country such as Yanar Dag, which we visited, where fire just comes out of the rocks, burning continuously as it is fueled by gas seeping out.

Whilst the religion, which considered fire (as well as water) to be life-sustaining, is no longer practised in Azerbaijan, the gas that feeds the eternal flames is hugely important.  The country overall is not that rich (103 in the world ranking, apparently), but the effect of oil and gas money in the capital is clear.  There is a Lamborghini dealership in one of the Flame Towers, and we drove past outlets for Aston Martin, Ferrari, Armani, Gucci - indeed all the top designer names appeared to be there.

& the fancy architectural projects are not limited to the Flame Towers, but also include the Heydar Aliyev Centre (designed by Zaha Hadid), the Caspian Waterfront Leisure Complex and a number of other impressive modern buildings - but to my surprise they are intermingled with Russian imperial buildings from the turn of the twentieth century.

Too many photos in this post, I know, but I found the place quite astonishing, and it's hard to describe all this.

I couldn't get any answers to my questions to the guide about income and wealth distribution (is it Azerbaijanis buying Gucci and Ferraris?).  But one things was clear - the wealth is all fueled by fields like these just on the outskirts of the capital:

the heads of the gods

I had some spare days in Turkey in between attending a conference and starting a holiday in the Caucasus, and whilst I had been to Cappadocia on a previous trip, it was so long ago (1986) that I couldn't really recall anything of it and so decided to go there again.  With the added advantage that they now run early morning hot air balloon trips over the area around Göreme.

So I spent an enjoyable few days hiking amongst the 'fairy chimneys' of the region as well as 45 minutes floating above it all in a balloon.

What most attracted me, however, was Nemrut Dağı down in the south of the country - a place I've wanted to visit since I first read about it over thirty years ago.  As it is quite remote, and my time was limited, I booked myself an expensive four-day tour, to include transport from Göreme and back to Istanbul as well as a nice hotel and guided visits to Nemrut Dağı and a few other places in the area.  But it wasn't to be, the Istanbul agent sending me a WhatsApp message the day before the planned departure to tell me they had cancelled the tour as I was the only participant.  In Göreme no-one was running tours there.  So all I could do was set off on my own with my fingers tightly crossed.

I took the bus from Göreme to Kayseri, from Kayseri to Gaziantep, and from Gaziantep to Adiyaman, where I had been led to believe I would find tour agents and other travellers with whom I could organise the last part of the trip.  All I found, however, was yet another modern, nearly deserted bus station on the far outskirts of the town with not another tourist nor any tour agents in sight.  So I wandered around the bus station looking as forlorn and lost as I possibly could, with the desired result that eventually someone approached and asked if he could help.  With the help of his internet access (google translate) I explained my predicament, he went and talked to the other drivers, and one of them phoned someone he knew ... and soon I was handed a phone to hear an English-speaking agent on the other end quoting me a price (considerably cheaper than the tour I'd already paid for) to provide what I wanted.  Wonderful!

So I took a local minibus to Nemrut where he met me, took me to check into a hotel and then later collected me for the trip I'd dreamt of for so many years.

Not straight there - we had first to visit Karakuş tumulus, Arsemia, the second century Roman Cendere Bridge and Yeni-Kale castle.  This is a relief from the little known Arsemia of Herakles and King Antiochus shaking hands.  The other sites were worth seeing and he had to time things right so that I would see the sunset from Nemrut Dağı (I'd opted for that rather than the 2am departure for the sunrise, given that I had just spent a night on buses).

So we drove to our final destination, and made the slow climb up the winding path to the location of the gods at some 2,200m above sea level.  I took many photos at this beautiful place, which despite the presence of a handful of Turkish tourists was still as remote and windswept as I had always imagined.

Well worth the difficult journey there and the 18-hour bus trip back to Istanbul!

a kind and supportive extrovert???

This post relates to a short conversation I had in Sierra Leone in May - one I find myself still thinking about two months later.

I had spent three days in one of our small offices there in the provinces, and summarised for the two staff who had worked with me what I had observed during my visit - what seemed to be going well, and what needed some improvement.  When I finished, the one I had spent most time with, who had accompanied me into the field to meet project beneficiaries, as well as providing me with the information I needed in the office, asked me a question.  "Are you this kind and supportive to people you meet in your life outside of work, or is this just how you behave to do your job?"

I was a bit thrown by the question, but told him that I didn't think that in my personal life I was particularly renowned for being kind.

Then not long afterwards his colleague started to talk to me about my work/role, and began a sentence, "As an extrovert, you..."  I never got to hear the rest of the intended sentence as I interrupted at that point, astonished at anybody describing me as an extrovert!

But both of these comments on my character got me thinking about the kind of person I am now, and how both my job and my life as an expat might have changed me, if only on a temporary basis.  I have found that the best way to do my job (internal auditor) is to try to explain (and demonstrate) that whilst recognising that being audited is not an experience many like, I am actually there to make their jobs easier in the long term, if they can work with me.  That rather than spending time and energy trying to defend or deflect from lapses in performance, it is better to come clean with me so that we can spend that time and energy in working out why they don't always do things the way they should - what are the blockages and challenges they face to putting in a good performance and delivering good work.  It involves building trust with the staff being audited, and at the end I think it produces a far more useful outcome for all concerned.

Maybe that reflects the fact that I want to do a good job (and that the job is more enjoyable if done without the conflict that can otherwise be there), but I'm not sure that it says anything at all about whether I am a nice person.

However I did notice, around that same time, a couple of occasions when I did (in a very small way) try to be helpful.  Once when someone in a supermarket accidentally knocked some bags off a hook (not noticing), and I rushed to pick them up.  The other time was when someone getting on a flight was struggling to lift her bag into the overhead locker, and again I was quick to help.  Each was an automatic reaction, but I noticed that others around me did not react in that way.  Could it be that the way I behave in my work is making me a nicer person all round??

As for the extrovert thing, well I'm not sure that anyone can change between introversion and extroversion, but again my job does require me to behave in a particular way.  When I turn up to an office to audit them, or to a group of villagers to find out whether/how my organisation has been working with them, I cannot just sit there quietly and shyly saying nothing!  I have to speak out, to lead the situation.  I also wonder here about the impact of being a white person in West Africa, where I am definitely given more attention and respect when I speak out than I would be back in the UK.

Also, as an expat moving to a country where I don't know anyone I have to make an effort to speak to people.  Although I don't think I'm becoming any less introverted, perhaps just more open to responding to any overtures of friendship or conversation by others?  I do though think that the loneliness of an expat life (as a single person) makes me crave company rather more than I would have back home.  For example staying in hostels when I travel is not just about saving money, but as much about looking for company.

What will be interesting will be to see whether there are any long-term changes, ie any that persist when this job ends and I return to a 'normal' life.