Travel Essentials: The Reusable Grocery Bag

My handy dandy reusable grocery bag.
It's been with me on countless trips!

by Jodi-Ann B.

Packing a reusable grocery bag (RGB)* proved invaluable on my trip to Malawi this summer. These durable bags weigh less than your pen and can be folded into a small pouch to fit into your purse. Here are my top 6 reasons why you should pack a RGB on your next trip!

Airport Navigation

1    1. Since RGBs don’t technically count as “a bag”, I use it to carry my laptop through airport security. You can also keep some dry snacks in it for munching on the plane!

Shopping

2    2. Vendors in countries around the world, either motivated by sustainability or strapped finances, charge for plastic bags. Using an RGB instead saves you cash and the environment.

Short Excursions

3     3.  Depending on your length of stay and how much you pack, it may not be feasible to bring an additional bag for the pool or overnight stays. RGBs are extremely expandable and just the perfect fit for a day by the pool or beach or an overnight stay. Note that these bags have no structure. If you’re resting them down, be sure to double tie the top to make sure everything stays in place.

      4.  Hotel gym? Toss your essentials in an RGB for a fashionable and sustainable way to keep all your stuff in one place.

Safety

5    5. There’s nothing particularly fancy about RGBs. If you’re traveling to an area where safety is a concern, replacing a fancy purse with this bag makes one less signal of income status. Please note that if you’re carrying an RGB with a shiny designer watch on your wrist and diamonds dripping out of your ears, RGBs can’t help you.

Laundry

6    6. Depending on your length of stay, RGBs can help you separate your dirty clothes in your luggage. This does, however, limit your ability to use it for any other purpose during this trip.

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So pack a reusable grocery bag for your next trip. They’re inexpensive (I bought one at CVS for $3 last year), sustainable and super cute. You can never go wrong with that!! Comment below if you have any more ideas on how RGBs can be used for traveling.

Bon Voyage!

Me walking to the open air market in Balaka, Malawi

* This is my own term for this bag. I'm not sure of their official name but they're widely available. You can ask the vendor about reusable grocery bags, reusable totes, ecobags, etc.

Colored Girls’ Guide to Looking Cute While Eating Sugarcane

Sorry to get your hopes up, but this ain’t happening. Eating sugarcane in public is worse than eating saucy spaghetti, barbeque ribs, and corn on the cob at the same time.

First, you have to strip the bark of the cane. This requires teeth stronger than a bottle opener and only advisable for anyone who hasn’t had any frontal dental work. Garnering that might requires scrunching your facial muscles so tightly, your eyes will disappear amidst all the strain.

Secondly, and this is my favorite part, you get to chew into the sugarcane and get all the juice. But if you don’t chew and suck simultaneously, sticky liquidly goodness will drip down the sides of your mouth. That’s definitely not cute.

If you’re like me, and won’t let an ounce of that glorious sugarcane juice go to waste, you’ll chew and suck the cane dry. Firewood dry. This produces an incredible amount of trash that will scatter all across your body. It’s like getting your hair cut without wearing a smock. You’ll be picking sugarcane trash out of places you forgot you had. Word to the wise: don’t let the trash accumulate. A pile of sugarcane trash on top of your chest (or on your lap, depending on your cup size) is definitely not cute.

And finally, if you aren’t walking and eating at the same time and find yourself without a pit or a plastic bucket to toss the remains, all the dry bits will collect in your other hand. The combination of dried sugar and saliva only spells one thing. GROSS. No one will want to touch you. You will not want to touch anyone. But you’ll hold it in your hand like a badge of honor. This means you’ve conquered the sugarcane. Congratulations!

One option for looking cute while eating sugarcane is to eat it alone. Who wants to do that? Your best bet is to pull up a stool, stoop, chair, lap or spot in the grass, nestled up next to your friends, grab a sugarcane stick and go to work without a care in the world. Truth is, nobody looks cute eating sugarcane. You’re not supposed to. What you’re supposed to do while eating sugarcane is enjoy it and trust that what you are experiencing is truly something special.

Jodi-Ann B. 

Balaka, Malawi

July 2014

The Lunch Dilemma: A Reflection on Space and Difference

Week 2

by Jodi-Ann Burey

Lilongwe, Malawi

Patio at "La Dolce Vita"

In the office in Lilongwe, it is customary for the staff to close the office and head home for lunch. Since I’m staying at a guest lodge and haven’t been able to pack a lunch to bring to work, the same question gets asked everyday, “What is Jodi-Ann going to do for lunch?” 

The first day, a coworker brought me to  “La Dolce Vita”, which is an Italian/American kind of restaurant where all the diplomats and expatriates go. I told her, don’t bring me here again! I don’t want burgers and fries. I can get that in the States!” She laughed and said that when Malawians go out to restaurants, they don’t eat Malawian food since they eat that at home already. With that, we ordered our chicken burgers with french fries and enjoyed a robust conversation about the limited opportunities for girls in the villages, reasons for distrust in the health system and foreign medications and the education system in Malawi— you know, typical light lunchtime conversation. 

The more I reflect on that moment, the more embarrassed I feel. It’s as though I said “Hey! I’m an American! Show me your cultural food!” How ignorant is that? It reminds me of the men who staff the entertainment at all inclusive resorts in Jamaica, who put on those hats with the long fake dreadlocks that stretches down to their sides, beating a steel drum shouting “Ire!” and “No problem, mon!” to tourists as they pass by. It’s embarrassing, but not in the sense of watching my culture being simplified and cheapened at these resorts, but I feel embarrassed on behalf of the American tourists, who either directly or indirectly demand such a performance of cultural difference— a commodification and subjugation of cultural differences. For me, it came from a different place of not wanting my Americanness to be catered to or creating an inconvenience for others. Regardless of the intent, I feel it is important to put moments like these in a greater context.

This moment prompted me to wonder whether we, as Westerners, expect “developing countries” to be just that. Always “developing”?  It’s like they’re buffering, trying to reach to the next step but never quite getting there. In some ways, does it also assume that the current state of their culture is where it has always been and the fact that french fries (or chips, depending on which side of the ocean) is now widely available somehow taints the purity of the culture? This difference? Western influence has been impacting Africa and African cultures way before the arrival of burgers and french fries [Insert long discussion here about the history of colonialism linking it to the rising global obesity epidemic].

Towards the end of the week, this lunch dilemma had been relatively solved. While on a few errands with the organization’s driver, I was taken to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant (which made me even more nostalgic for New York City) where I can get a full plate of food for K750 (About $1.75 USD). It's so much food, I can actually have it for lunch that day, dinner that night and lunch again tomorrow. 

This tastes just like a Jamaican dish my mother prepares: Rice and Stew Peas with Callaloo.

Near the restaurant, I saw these cargo containers that have been converted into stores and restaurants:

Woman walking near shop

Cargo container shops in Lilongwe

It’s interesting to me that these same ideas are promoted in the US as being either 1) trendy and hip (Brooklyn pop up flea markets), 

2) stylish minimalist homes (Seattle-based Cargotecture),

or 3) as a solution to help revitalize the bankrupt city of Detroit. 

These shipping containers illustrate the connections between physical space, but there are similarities in metaphorical spaces as well. The expatriates who live here have created a community for themselves- restaurants, bars, recreational spaces. This mirrors what many immigrant communities do when they migrate to the States, i.e. Chinatown, Little Italy, Frankenmuth in Michigan and so on. People create space.  Though the historical power dynamics between the two situations don't make it directly comparable, I think there's something to be said about this practice and how it impacts the community within and beyond.

Sometimes we travel around the world, looking for difference, and if we’re open, we’ll find more similarities than anything else. This isn't as simple as that children's book “Everyone Poops”. This is a call to stop overexaggerating differences or oversimplifying similarities. Instead, I hope that myself and others learn to recognize our shared humanity and make spaces for the intersectionality between our differences and similarities. It is a critical balance.

Malawian band performs at Kumbali Country Lodge. This room is in the village center, a recreational space frequented by expatriates.

What an International Band! People from Malawi, neighboring countries and expats making music together. This is a great example of the power music has to create spaces for people to gather across differences.

Shadow of me and Nunga, the owner of the lodge were I'm staying. We went on a walk at 6am and bonded over everything between international politics, lessons we want to teach our children and how to encourage our parents to be healthier.

Girls Walking to School. Reminds me of the film I saw recently, Girl Rising.

Malawi at 6:30am, I love this picture because it depicts Malawians starting out their day, as we all do around the world.