I have, of course, mentioned the visit of the Logos Hope several times in this blog. The visit is now coming to an end - last day open is Wednesday, setting sail to Mozambique on Thursday - and I've been a few times so have some pictures to share.
But not, curiously, of the ship itself. Getting onto the ship requires a ride on a shuttle bus through the port area, not easy to take a picture whilst on the bus and once there you're too close to the enormous great ship to be able to get a good angle. So instead I thought I'd show you the mug which Peace and Tommy kindly gave me, also it's well worth visiting the Logos Hope website which does have pictures of the ship, virtual tours, and much more besides.
The ship is home to about 400 volunteers, some of whose job is directly to do with the sailing of the ship. Pleased to say that yesterday we were in the capable hands of Captain Twaha, three year old son of Afua with whom I had a bijaji lesson as described in this blog post:
The first of these pictures was taken on a behind the scenes tour kindly provided by Tommy, which included the bridge and getting some magnificent views of the harbour, not sure these pictures really do them justice:
Stephen made friends with Bob the dummy who is used for training exercises, Twaha seemed to be a bit afraid of him so is not in this picture:
The Logos Hope is home to the largest floating bookshop in the world, approximately 1/2 specifically Christian and the rest children's, fiction, dictionaries, cookery, art and more. One of the great successes of the visit is attracting people well beyond the Christian community.
Beyond the bookshop are seminars, plays - 'The lion, the witch and the wardrobe' is coming soon - workshops, visits to churches and many other things going on, working in collaboration with local churches. So absolutely the people working on the ship warrant the byline 'Bringing knowledge, help and hope, this describes very succinctly and accurately what they do.
On Wednesday was the 'thank you dinner' with a total of about 50 people including senior crew and guests who, in a variety of ways, helped to set the visit up. One of the highlights was a Korean fan dance, again, don't think the pictures do the dance justice, at times all 10 fans seemed to merge into one, the choreography was just amazing:
The funniest part of the evening was when the chef told us what the food was going to be immediately before it was served. What made it funny was the interplay between the chef and the interpreter into Swahili, Trevor, the pastor of Bethel Church which I visited on my very first Sunday in Dar es Salaam as recorded in this blog post. So, we were told that there was to be chicken which was duly translated as kuku, which the chef found very funny, I think he might have been thinking of 'cuckoo', a linkage which hadn't occurred to me before. He then insisted on a translation for 'thyme sauce' which I think would flummox most interpreters. As to the pudding to which he gave a French title....
Not knowing what the format of the evening would be, I took the precaution of having a speech ready which I didn't give in the end, but I'm very pleased that the main point I wanted to make was indeed made, that the success of the visit to a very large extent was down to the hard work of the line up team which of course I saw at fairly close quarters. So jolly well done to Peace and Tommy, and also Anna and Margaret whom I met up with a few times, negotiating with the shipping agent, port authorities, churches, banks, customs, immigration, and many more besides. There are so many things which could easily have gone wrong and nothing did.
A number of things were said during the thank you dinner which stuck in my mind. One, referring to the community life on ship, was:
If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.
I have to say, that's quite a challenge to me! But I would like to give the final word to the director of the ship, Seelan Govender, who said this:
If you think you're too small to make an impact,
you've never been in the same room as a mosquito.