Today, we are in Mumbai – by the way, Indians still call it Bombay, its only the English and officials who use its new name. Had a short flight from Jaipur to here early in the morning, and after a quick catnap and lunch, we were off once more.
The Democratic Republic of Congo is 113 times the size of Wales, or 117,242,900 times the size of the Prince of Wales, allowing a margin of error caused by sunday roast followed by jam roly-poly and custard.
About 68 million people live here. They drive on the right, have about 242 languages to choose from, have the 2nd largest rainforest in the world, the 7th most corrupt government in the world (Corruption Perception Index 2006) and some of the best music in the world (me).
There are African rhythms in Beethoven, I’m told, and there’s an orchestra in Kinshasa. But because we’re in DRC, it’s an orchestra with a difference.
Sick of the endless pop rubbish coming out of the gym speakers? then put some earphones in; you might even get a faster time!
When we took our regional director to meet young people we are working with, I didn’t expect him to end up drumming and singing. Impressed by their plays and songs, he told them to speak up and make their voices heard. To hear the way the children answered his questions about what they were expecting to change, was amazing.
