Roughly about a year & a half earlier, I was emailing the Antares director about something else. I decided just to ask her if visiting was an option. She replied that yes, a group go every summer, and that I would be more than welcome to join them. That was it. The seed was planted. I started to think about it, like really think about it. I had always wanted to do something like that, to go abroad and do some kind of work with children. In the past I had thought about doing Camp America, or a voluntary trip to a developing country, but it never happened. This was a chance not only to visit needy kids, but this was kids I knew. I was writing regularly to these kids, seeing lots of photos etc, I knew them. I thought a lot about it, and after a while I knew that I had to do it. If I didn't, the trip would come around & I'd look at the photos of others, I'd regret it massively. So once it was my head, that was it, I was going.
In March, I booked the flights. That was it settled, I was going. Over the next few months I started picking up some clothes to take over for the kids. I planned to take each of my kids a special gift. I wrote them all asking if there was anything specifically they would like. I got a few responses. In the end, I bought Maksim and Roma basketball backpacks, Masha a pair of earrings, Tolya a remote control car, Vova a skateboard, Kolya a poloshirt, Danil a Barcelona football shirt and Fedya a pop up pirate ship.
As the trip got nearer, I was getting more and more excited, but also nervous. I had been on various sponsorship groups and forums over the years, saw lots of people meeting kids in different countries. I couldn't believe that soon I would be doing that. It didn't actually feel real until it was time to go. How would my kids react to me? Would they be affectionate or would they be shy and hide away? How would we cope with the language barrier? Would they even like me?
August 10th, in the early hours of the morning & it was time to go. My route was Glasgow to Amsterdam to Astana. The rest of the group were coming from America and I was meeting them in Amsterdam. I arrived in Amsterdam and met with the group. Initially it was difficult for me as I am quite a shy person, but I knew this was part of the whole travelling experience & as time went on the chatting got easier. We had 4 hours to kill in Amsterdam then set off for Astana at 1.15pm. It was the longest flight I've been on however it wasn't too bad. I had music and TV programmes downloaded to keep me busy. The flight stopped in Almaty in the south of Kazakhstan before going the final leg to Astana. When we landed in Astana it was 3am local time. One of our translators met us at the airport and we went on a minibus to take us to Petropavlovsk. The mini bus journey was 6 hours. By this time, I was really struggling. I was tired, developing a headache and just wanted to sleep. During the journey we watched it go from night to day. After long stretches of motorway, we made it to some civilisation. My 1st thought was it was a really strange place. The city of Astana was incredible, it looked like it was 30 years in the future. Then villages & towns just a few hours away looked like real poverty. Some of the houses were interesting looking, they were different colours but looked very basic.
A photo taken from the bus during our journey |
When we arrived in the city, what I mainly saw was lots of apartment blocks. We finally pulled up at our other translators apartment. I knew her from facebook, and it was good to meet her for real.
We all went for lunch to the shopping centre across the road, which has a foodcourt in it. The others pointed out to me that this is where they take the kids for the special 7d movie outing. I then recognised it from the many photos I've seen there & it felt surreal. I was actually at the scene of all those outings.
After lunch we went back to her apartment & I had a much needed nap while our apartment was sorted. Later that evening we went for dinner. I was delighted to get back to the apartment to settle for the night. It had been such a long day. The next day we were visiting Sokolovka orphanage. More to follow in part 2 :)