Today we held an interview in a café in Westlands, which is the district where most embassies are located and where their personnel lives. Thus it is probably the town’s finest area with swanky shopping malls as in any developed country and lots of security guards.

We had heard of the new movie Nairobi Half Life, and decided to see it there as they had a cinema in the mall. The context and message are closely related to India’s Slumdog Millionaire’s, and the result was really gripping; a must-see. An extra spice was that the film crew happened to watch it with us, so we could say hello to the main actors and thank them for doing this. We walked therefrom on the mall’s shiny marble-floors, still captivated by the movie, but at least feeling better by having our bags filled with school material that we bought earlier for the kids in the Maasai village where we are spending next weekend.

Pain and frustration visualised by one of last weekend’s lions.

Nairobi Half Life

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I don’t know anything about hospitals, and not too much about logistics either. But spending time there makes me realise how inefficient the flows of persons, medications, and information are; compared to similar flows in private, producing, industries. Now, don’t be mad at me for not understanding or having the full picture; instead, please inform me on how the dynamics really work! Because from my perspective, tiny changes that can improve things radically.

For instance, my surgery was delayed a full hour, leaving seven persons more less rolling their thumbs, as the bolts weren’t sterilised in time. But what is really frightening, is the response from bringing the flow-issue to a discussion. The emergency’s chief medical doctor gave me and Wille nothing but an icy gaze in response when we brought it up. And my sleepless nights at the department hints on how bureaucracy is used as a reason for making progress slow, oftentimes just for that convenient single purpose.

So, now I feel like a gaging old fart, pissed of everything in life; which is not the case. I am very humble and thankful to Sweden’s medical service. But it itches that it is so wrong and tasteless to see a hospital’s flows as flows in any input-output process. Why can we not objectify just a little where it can help so much, when everyone is doing it on their own already; building a “reality” about themselves on Facebook, buying the “R-design package” to their car or commenting on with a “thoughtful nickname” instead of their given name?

Until it starts to get accepted to (e.g.) compare hospital’s logistics with logistic theories; I’m sorry – the public sector cannot be an attractive workplace for me. Just like Taj Mahal (picture) is looking quite dull when seen from an altered perspective.

Feeling like a gaging old fart

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Since I may not carry even a pocket camera in my left hand the upcoming two months, my plan to cross Africa with a backpack had to be reconsidered and revised. And as the Indians in the picture have realised, in some cases are four wheels better than none. Thus, I will employ my turquoise Samsonite instead.

Revised: Suitcase

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I have a few friends out there, who just like me are thesis writers and blog about it. Say Hola to Malin in the Caribbean, हैलो to Rasmus & Kajsa in India and Hai! to Erik & Viktor in Malaysia.

Unfortunately, Erik & Viktor’s blog is more of a photo album on facebook, so you probably need to be fb friends for you to see them. Please notice me if I forgot to add someone.

To you guys mentioned: Enjoy!
And for the rest of you; stop reading and get out there you too! :)


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To what extent is a backpacker defined by the explicit fact that he or she is carrying his or her belongings in a backpack instead of in a suitcase? Or flashpackers for that matter, the more ‘luxurious’ way of doing it?

I don’t know. I just know that I will be traveling across Africa with a rucksack on my back, and two suits cased in it.


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