Sorry I couldn't think of a more creative title....
It's been a few days now since I have had the time to sit down in front of the computer and put up a blog. I will do my best to summarize what the last few days have been like:
Saturday: We went up to the beach to a little village called Kendwa. It is on the north part of the island. That part of Zanzibar is completely exploited for the sake of tourism. I have no idea how much the local people actually benefit, but the hotels on the beaches are very beautiful and exotic. The main tourist area is called Nungwi. I went to Kendwa because it is a little less developed and I had been there before and really liked it. The beach was beautiful. The weather here is still very hot and humid so it was nice to be by the ocean for a couple days.
The Indian ocean is magical. The colours, the winds, everything. The sand is snow white and soft and really makes you feel like you are in paradise. The hotels are filled with backpakers and traveller who come to Zanzibar for a break from their African explorations. I went up there with one of my flat mates (Brian - who is a 5th year Urology resident in Ottawa) and we paid about $15 for the room which was on the beach.
I turned myself into a big lobster by burning the crap out of my legs, but I was happy to have a couple days to sit and read and relax before the countdown began for my match results for residency.
Sunday: More of the same. We spent most of the day at the beach and then came back to Stone Town to have a quick dinner and get ready for the coming week's adventure.
We bumbped into some other medical students at the beach, which was nice. So we had some people to hang out with while we were relaxing for the weekend.
Monday: big day for me. I can't say I slept well the previous night. Today I had to think about getting the residency match results and hoping that I was accepted to UofT for Internal medicine. I went to the hospital in the morning, but I couldn't really concentrate too much because of the stress. I ended up coming back home a little bit early.
For the evening I went to the sea food market down by the ocean to get some fresh dinner and let the time pass before 8pm when I could login and check the results. The oscars had just been on and I kept thinking about an Oscar-type ceremony just for me... where some nice looking woman would walk out on stage in front of everyone, take out an envelope with my fate and say "the winner is..."
The results came out at 12noon in Toronto, which was 8pm Zanzibar time for me. I will set the scene for you:
I was sitting on the couch, watching the news and wondering why seconds hand on the clock looked like it was going counter-clockwise. One of the Germans living in the same apartment was jabbering away to her boyfriend oblivious of the thoughts going through my head and the amount of stress I was feeling.
As I thought about the millions of little ulcers that were probably forming in my stomach from my own anxiety, the 8pm call to prayer sounded across Stone Town (and Zanzibar Island, which is 90% muslim). I thought to myself, I don't know if it is ironic in some way, but there is definitely something interesting about the experience of checking my fate to the sound of "Allahu Akbar" (allah is great) being sung in all directions. Also, the evening prayer call, for some reason, is accompanied by an air raid siren similar to what used to sound when rockets were falling in the vicinity of Be'er Sheva (I think it signifies that government employees are officially required to go home from work). All in all, it was a very sureal experience.
I didn't want to jump from my seat because I didn't want to seem anything less than cool as a cucumber. So I let the German girl keep talking. I pretended to watch the news but all I could think was "get the shit off the computer or I am going to throw you off the flippin balcony!"
After about 5 minutes of agony when the streets were quiet again, I said to her, calmly, "would you mind if I check the computer quickly". Brian, who was sitting to my right knowing how nervous I was feeling - he had endured the same agony 5 years previously and told me that he still remembers exactly where he was and how he felt...he had also been eagerly watching his watch all day and counting down the minutes with me - chuckled, knowing how much I was holding back. The German girl said ok and I hoped into the computer driver seat.
I figured the website would be backed up because of the volume of people checking all at the same time. I logged in with my name and password and in a FLASH it was there in front of me "You have matched at UofT in Internal Medicine". I jumped up, clapped my hands once and held my hands in the air like a catatonic. I am pretty sure I held them there for about 10 minutes straight (also, like a catatonic) before I called my folks to share the good news.
I first called my mum, who was probably more nervous that I was. I thought, I could tell her straight, or I can mess with her a little. Anyone reading this who knows me can figure for which I opted:
Mum: Hello
Will: Hi mum, it's Will
Mum: So? whats the word (sounding like she was going to vomit)
Will: I have good news and bad news.
Mum: OK.
Will: The good news is, I matched in Canada.
Mum: OK
Will: The bad news is, now you have to deal with me because I'M COMING HOME!!!
Mum: Where did you match?
Will: Toronto (thinking, well that was a waste of time, she didn't even get it)
Mum: William.....William.....William....**sob sob**
So that was exciting.
Dad: Hello?
Will: Hi dad
Dad: So?
Will: I got Toronto!
Dad: Oh, we are so excited. I am going to give money to charity?
Will: What?
Dad: That is how I have to celebrate this. I'm going to give money to charity.
Then my Toronto cell phone battery starting beeping, about to die. So I had to get off the phone.
The rest of the evening was spent just thinking about moving back to Toronto, finally.
Tuesday: We lost power last night at around 2am and the fans stopped working in the apartment which was already about 35 degrees. Needless to say, that was the end of my sleeping for the night. I think I only slept about 2 hours the whole night and I was a wreck during the day. I ended up taking a short nap in the afternoon and then going to have a beer with some friends on a rooftop restaurant that over looks the town.
We all went to the night market to get some food for dinner and then call it a night.
Wednesday: Today I am tying up some loose ends and trying to meet with a few more people to discuss coming back here for a follow up similar to the one we just did in Ethiopia. I am trying to show my face enough times to people that they recognize me and know my name for when I email them down the road.
I also have a trick that I try to do now. I try to take pictures with people that I may need to contact down the road so that I can email them the photo as proof that we know each other. It made things really helpful, I found serendipitously when I sent the cardiologist in Ethiopia a picture of me and her in 2003 while we were both in Israel at SACH.
So otherwise, I am going to meet someone today at the ministry of health to talk about potential research projects that students from my school could be a part of if they came here for some elective time. He is no expecting me, so hopefully it works out.
all for now,
Will
It's been a few days now since I have had the time to sit down in front of the computer and put up a blog. I will do my best to summarize what the last few days have been like:
Saturday: We went up to the beach to a little village called Kendwa. It is on the north part of the island. That part of Zanzibar is completely exploited for the sake of tourism. I have no idea how much the local people actually benefit, but the hotels on the beaches are very beautiful and exotic. The main tourist area is called Nungwi. I went to Kendwa because it is a little less developed and I had been there before and really liked it. The beach was beautiful. The weather here is still very hot and humid so it was nice to be by the ocean for a couple days.
The Indian ocean is magical. The colours, the winds, everything. The sand is snow white and soft and really makes you feel like you are in paradise. The hotels are filled with backpakers and traveller who come to Zanzibar for a break from their African explorations. I went up there with one of my flat mates (Brian - who is a 5th year Urology resident in Ottawa) and we paid about $15 for the room which was on the beach.
I turned myself into a big lobster by burning the crap out of my legs, but I was happy to have a couple days to sit and read and relax before the countdown began for my match results for residency.
Sunday: More of the same. We spent most of the day at the beach and then came back to Stone Town to have a quick dinner and get ready for the coming week's adventure.
We bumbped into some other medical students at the beach, which was nice. So we had some people to hang out with while we were relaxing for the weekend.
Monday: big day for me. I can't say I slept well the previous night. Today I had to think about getting the residency match results and hoping that I was accepted to UofT for Internal medicine. I went to the hospital in the morning, but I couldn't really concentrate too much because of the stress. I ended up coming back home a little bit early.
For the evening I went to the sea food market down by the ocean to get some fresh dinner and let the time pass before 8pm when I could login and check the results. The oscars had just been on and I kept thinking about an Oscar-type ceremony just for me... where some nice looking woman would walk out on stage in front of everyone, take out an envelope with my fate and say "the winner is..."
The results came out at 12noon in Toronto, which was 8pm Zanzibar time for me. I will set the scene for you:
I was sitting on the couch, watching the news and wondering why seconds hand on the clock looked like it was going counter-clockwise. One of the Germans living in the same apartment was jabbering away to her boyfriend oblivious of the thoughts going through my head and the amount of stress I was feeling.
As I thought about the millions of little ulcers that were probably forming in my stomach from my own anxiety, the 8pm call to prayer sounded across Stone Town (and Zanzibar Island, which is 90% muslim). I thought to myself, I don't know if it is ironic in some way, but there is definitely something interesting about the experience of checking my fate to the sound of "Allahu Akbar" (allah is great) being sung in all directions. Also, the evening prayer call, for some reason, is accompanied by an air raid siren similar to what used to sound when rockets were falling in the vicinity of Be'er Sheva (I think it signifies that government employees are officially required to go home from work). All in all, it was a very sureal experience.
I didn't want to jump from my seat because I didn't want to seem anything less than cool as a cucumber. So I let the German girl keep talking. I pretended to watch the news but all I could think was "get the shit off the computer or I am going to throw you off the flippin balcony!"
After about 5 minutes of agony when the streets were quiet again, I said to her, calmly, "would you mind if I check the computer quickly". Brian, who was sitting to my right knowing how nervous I was feeling - he had endured the same agony 5 years previously and told me that he still remembers exactly where he was and how he felt...he had also been eagerly watching his watch all day and counting down the minutes with me - chuckled, knowing how much I was holding back. The German girl said ok and I hoped into the computer driver seat.
I figured the website would be backed up because of the volume of people checking all at the same time. I logged in with my name and password and in a FLASH it was there in front of me "You have matched at UofT in Internal Medicine". I jumped up, clapped my hands once and held my hands in the air like a catatonic. I am pretty sure I held them there for about 10 minutes straight (also, like a catatonic) before I called my folks to share the good news.
I first called my mum, who was probably more nervous that I was. I thought, I could tell her straight, or I can mess with her a little. Anyone reading this who knows me can figure for which I opted:
Mum: Hello
Will: Hi mum, it's Will
Mum: So? whats the word (sounding like she was going to vomit)
Will: I have good news and bad news.
Mum: OK.
Will: The good news is, I matched in Canada.
Mum: OK
Will: The bad news is, now you have to deal with me because I'M COMING HOME!!!
Mum: Where did you match?
Will: Toronto (thinking, well that was a waste of time, she didn't even get it)
Mum: William.....William.....William....**sob sob**
So that was exciting.
Dad: Hello?
Will: Hi dad
Dad: So?
Will: I got Toronto!
Dad: Oh, we are so excited. I am going to give money to charity?
Will: What?
Dad: That is how I have to celebrate this. I'm going to give money to charity.
Then my Toronto cell phone battery starting beeping, about to die. So I had to get off the phone.
The rest of the evening was spent just thinking about moving back to Toronto, finally.
Tuesday: We lost power last night at around 2am and the fans stopped working in the apartment which was already about 35 degrees. Needless to say, that was the end of my sleeping for the night. I think I only slept about 2 hours the whole night and I was a wreck during the day. I ended up taking a short nap in the afternoon and then going to have a beer with some friends on a rooftop restaurant that over looks the town.
We all went to the night market to get some food for dinner and then call it a night.
Wednesday: Today I am tying up some loose ends and trying to meet with a few more people to discuss coming back here for a follow up similar to the one we just did in Ethiopia. I am trying to show my face enough times to people that they recognize me and know my name for when I email them down the road.
I also have a trick that I try to do now. I try to take pictures with people that I may need to contact down the road so that I can email them the photo as proof that we know each other. It made things really helpful, I found serendipitously when I sent the cardiologist in Ethiopia a picture of me and her in 2003 while we were both in Israel at SACH.
So otherwise, I am going to meet someone today at the ministry of health to talk about potential research projects that students from my school could be a part of if they came here for some elective time. He is no expecting me, so hopefully it works out.
all for now,
Will