04 June 2010

Kampala, Day Four: Americans still know how to throw a proper discussion panel.

Today will be a rather short post, as there wasn't a whole lot of excitement, at least not the type that comes across in print. We had our first LTOP discussion panel for state delegations, which I was told went splendidly. I had to be told that, as I was required to man the table during the event. Tomorrow we have the same discussion for Civil Society, so I'll get to go to that. Later in the evening was the much awaited panel on Complementarity in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, presented by the U.S. and Norwegian delegations. Every other panel was just setup in a conference room, everybody showed up and had the discussion, a Q&A and left. It appears to be the way things are done.

However, the U.S. delegation provided food and drinks before hand. I can't tell you how proud I was to be an American at that point. It warmed the cockles of my heart. That, my friends, is how one throws a discussion panel. To top it all off, although it started slow, it ended up being the best panel I have attended thus far. USA! USA!

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After the event, we had a late dinner, followed by the most exciting and fun taxi ride in my life. I got to ride shotgun, which is on the wrong side of the car here. Death defying, at every turn. I freakin' loved it, although I don't think my colleagues had the same fun. Shame.

That's all I have for today. I don't think I will have time for any updates for the rest of the weekend, as I have a friend coming to town from Arusha, but I'll see what I can do. Otherwise, expect an epic, post weekend in Kampala update. Hopefully I can see some of what the city is really like, rather than our isolated times at the resort.
Stay tuned.

And seeing as I can't leave you without any photos, here's a photo of the discussion panel. Try to contain your excitement.

Also, we have driven by this structure every day, on the way to the resort. I can't quite figure it out. It appears to have been abandoned during construction many years ago, but inexplicably they decided to start up again. The exposed re-bar is all rusted to hell and the concrete is a bit crumbly. I have no idea how they are going to recover it, but I might just have to return here one day to see how they did it.

More to come

Matt

03 June 2010

Kampala, Day Three: Seven Foot Germans!

Today was surprisingly uneventful. Just the normal day of promoting Legal Tools and sitting in on debates. It was not without it's highlights though. First, and perhaps most importantly, I met a nice German fellow from the ICC Secretariat. Super nice guy, but the thing that stands out is that he goes at least seven foot tall. He was a mountain of a man. Apparently Dirk Nowitzki is not an aberration.

Also, there was a quite exciting time at the Peace and Security stock taking panel. I don't want to misquote anyone, so I will wait for the official transcripts to come out, but there was one heated bit where the European Union and Senegal delegations were taking very thinly veiled shots at each other regarding the arrest warrant for the former president of Chad, Hissene Habre. It was quite exciting. In lieu of misquotes and possible media blunders, I present you a photo of the debate. It was much more exciting that it looks.

Otherwise, the day was uneventful, although I believe I secured a personally guided tour of Kampala from a lovely young Ugandan attorney whilst on the bus. I'll let you know what the real Kampala is like, away from all the fancy resorts and diplomats. It should be exciting.

Sorry for the boringness of this update, but I will leave you, as usual, with a short photo essay. Enjoy.

The aforementioned Chinese bus. I like it more and more each day.

I'm not entirely certain that the sculptor has ever seen a horse, at least not one that wasn't deformed.

The Big Spring delegation made it.

We had dinner by the lake again. Still just as beautiful. Plus, I was able to make an excellent Dark and Stormy with the aforementioned ginger brew.

Yay, horsies!

And finally, the lobby of the Resort had this crazy fountain. Look at it go!

That's all I got this time. Stay tuned for more.

Matt

02 June 2010

Kampala, Day Two: High Security Boozin'

Greetings one and all. I have decided not not bore the hell out of everybody, with a recap of every little detail of my experience at the conference. I'm sure most of you don't really want to read about panels on the crime of aggression or positive complementarity. Although, if you do, let me know, I'll tell you all about it.

As for the day's activities, they were much like the previous day. Although I was able to sit in on some debates and discussions, which was exciting for me at least. Otherwise, it was another day of promoting the shit out of Legal Tools and trying to grab state's delegates as they passed by.

Which brings me to my next topic: Kenya, known for its distance runners, alleged war crimes and now, to me at least, short sleeve suits. I had no idea such a thing existed. It was fascinating. I was sitting at the LTOP table waiting for some interested folk to stroll by, when along comes the Kenyan delegation, almost all in short sleeve suits. It was amazing. Why the hell hasn't anyone else thought of this? Unfortunately I was in such awe of this new revelation that I was unable to secure any photos, as they quickly walked through the corridor, but I'll try to get one later. Hopefully they haven't all left the conference already. This is the best I could do with a google image search. It's much more impressive on a person, but this should tide you over


I don't think I can pull that look off, but I'm willing to try.

Following the day's regular events, we got to hop on a bus, with a fancy little police escort as the ICC setup a little gathering at the ICC's Kampala Field office for a little side event involving a few speeches, a photo exhibit and my favorite, copious amounts of free booze. I also learned that Ugandan police sirens are outstanding. They are clearly sponsored by Atari in some way. They sound like some sort of glorious cross between Pacman and Missile Command. It was magical.

Upon arrival at the field office, things became rather surreal, having this outdoor party within the walls of the Field office. Not so much because of the so called gravitas of the court, but more so the really high level of security. The place was entirely walled in, with genuine razor wire encircling the place and tons of armed guards. Thanks to the fine young Ugandan gentlemen with their Kalashnikovs. I know I felt much safer. Below you can see the top of the wall. Militants might get in, but they won't be happy if they do.

The evening was filled with delicious whisky, a few openly ignored speeches and one conversation with a Samoan delegate. He was sporting a Hawaiian shirt and looked a bit like The Rock. He was everything one could hope for in a Samoan diplomat.

Afterwards, the ICC supplied us with a bus ride back to the hotel. It was filled with several delegates, a few from various African states, all going back to our respective hotels. During the ride, the driver got lost and was mercilessly heckled by the African fellas, upon which I felt obliged to join in. Good times were had by all.
It was about that time that I came to the conclusion that I really like Africans. Obviously it's a large group and there are plenty of exceptions, I'm sure, but I have found that generally, Africans are super nice and fun, always smiling and happy, and most importantly, they will not hesitate to heckle a man when it is warranted. I like their style.

And on that note, I will bid you adieu, with a short little photo essay.

Apparently Horses will just pass the hell out when they get tired. It doesn't matter where they are. I admire that. I wish it was socially acceptable for me to do the same.

Count 'em. Not one, but two consecutive metal detectors. This is by far the most secure wall in all of eastern Africa.

and finally...who's that suave sum bitch in the middle?


01 June 2010

Kampala: The beginnings.

Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages; I believe it is time for me to recap my daily occurrences at the First Review Conference of the Rome Statute in beautiful Kampala, Uganda. While technically I am writing this on day two, I felt it necessary to split up each day's activities, so day two's post will be forthcoming.

I began my first ever trek to the "mother land," as they say, at Schiphol Airport, where I boarded this classy KLM branded Airbus A330, headed to Entebbe Airport, Uganda.

I arrived in Uganda after dark, to a beautiful night sky, with more stars than I have seen in ages, as Amsterdam is severely lacking in that respect. Severely. From there, I took a taxi to my hotel, thoughtfully provided by the ICC. This resulted in one of the most exciting taxi rides I ever took part in. I realize I said this many moons ago about Roman taxis, but Uganda takes it to an entirely new level. In addition to driving on the wrong side of the road, as a policy (thanks to the filthy English), there appears to be no real traffic regulations in this country. Everything seems to be dictated by the size of the vehicle. If there is a string of cars ahead of you, you apparently just jump in the other lane and honk at oncoming traffic until they get out of your way. All later bus rides have proven to be carried out with the same methods. I can't tell you how much I have enjoyed this aspect of the trip, although some of my colleagues might feel differently.

Anyways, I arrived at my hotel, all safe and sound and checked in to this nice little room,

with this equally nice patio, just outside my door. I'm reasonably certain we will be required to have some sort of drunken lawyer party, with many foolish shenanigans at some point this week. It's almost a requirement on any business trip, or so I've been lead to believe.

After a lovely dinner with a few of my Legal Tools colleagues at the hotel's Indian restaurant, it was time to retire to bed, as it would be an early morning.


Day One

Day one started out with our nice little breakfast at the hotel (side note: bananas in the country are freaking outstanding. They taste much different than those in the US or Holland). After which, we boarded a crazy little bus/van type thing, provided graciously by the ICC. I'm told that they were bought up by the bus company from China after they were done with them. I'm not sure what that says about this place, taking second hand Chinese buses, but it got the job done, with aplomb. I've grown to love the little things. Below you can see the quaint little fella from the inside. I'll try to get an exterior shot later on.

From there was about a thirty minute ride to the Speke Resort and Conference Center on the shores of beautiful Lake Victoria, the second or third largest fresh water lake in the world, depending on how one measures a lake (apparently there is some debate regarding Lake Michigan and Huron being one lake or two, but that's neither here nor there, as they say). Anyways, here's a shot of the lake from the entrance of the resort. It seems way too classy for laid back country folk such as myself, but I'm willing to adapt.

After getting all registered and receiving my misspelled badge (apparently my name only has one "t," according to the good people at the ICC, but I'm willing to let that slide) we were got the LTOP table all setup ready to promote the shit out of Legal Tools.

The day was quite nice, although I was unable to sit in on most of the Plenary sessions, due mostly to a miscalculation by the Ugandan Government regarding the size of the main hall and the fact that we needed to man the LTOP table most of the time, but the first two day's Plenary sessions weren't all that exciting anyways. No big loss there. I got to meet lots of people from all over this crazy planet, which was nice, and I even ran into my former supervisor from my first go around at the ICTY, which was a great treat. I even got a compliment from a nice Ugandan fellow from some NGO who "likes my attire." He even took my business card, although that was due to an interest on legal tools. However, I like to believe he just wanted to know the name of my suit guy (jokes on him, it was a cheap department store suit). Who knew I had some sense of style? Thanks Manda and Ka.

The rest of the day was full of promoting legal tools with one short period were I very nearly made quite the media blunder. As it turns out, it's not a good idea to be completely honest when being asked questions about the ICC at such an event. Especially when you have a tenuous official connection to said court. Luckily, I recalled that you can tell reporters not to quote you, and they can't really do anything about it, so long as they don't know your name to begin with. Thankfully I had my badge hidden under my jacket.

We ended day one with a nice meal outside, right near the lake. The sound of the bugs outside and the warmth and humidity made me miss south Louisiana terribly. A lot of little things about this place reminds me of home, mostly the climate and the nice, friendly people.

That is all from day one, but I guarantee there will be more very soon, perhaps tomorrow morning, if I can drag my ass out of bed in time to write something.

As always, I will leave you with a bit of a photo essay from the first day. Enjoy.

Our table is guarded by these two fellas, which is comforting.

This is just a shot of the sky that I thought was nice. I don't really have anything clever to say about it. Apologies.

Really, what's better than lunch outside under a tent?

Perhaps some freaking delicious west African Ginger Brew to go along with it. Sadly, there was not actual beer there, but this will do. I assume they didn't want a bunch of drunk, rowdy diplomats on their hands, which is understandable.

Various shots at the resort and of the trip there from the city. Again, I got nothing clever...perhaps I'm not as clever as I once thought.

Finally, there was a stampede of diplomats coming right for us.

Thankfully the Ugandan military was there. (in the truck in the background)


With that, I shall leave you. But rest assured, there will be more. Oh yes, there will be more, whether you like it or not.

Matt

30 May 2010

The Return

Greetings one and all. This is more of a teaser of my return, as time is of the essence. Many new and exciting things have happened these days, all of which will come later. The most important of these, which has inspired me to return to this format, is the fact that I have a new job, working at the Hague Institute for the Internationalisation of Law, http://www.hiil.org

While this is exciting for me, the biggest news is that the good people at HiiL found it necessary to send me on a business trip this week in beautiful Kampala, Uganda for the Rome Statute Review Conference, http://www.iccnow.org/?mod=review

Read up on it and I will have a proper post up soon. In the mean time, I have to get to the airport and catch my plane, so I shall bid you adieu.

More to come, later today.

Matt

24 December 2008

Heading out of town

Greetings and salutations to all my fans. I sincerely apologize for the severe lack of posts these days. Sadly, I have no excuse other than being, as Coach Black would say, a lazy ass. Also, I did nothing to top the last adventure, as the beer quest is tough to top.
But in recent weeks many mildly exciting events have occurred here in the Amsterdam. In late November, I drug a whole pile of Europeans out to see the Real McKenzies play some quality Scotch-Irish punk rock. Clearly they thoroughly enjoyed the Cannuck quintet, who wouldn't. Sadly no photos were taken by me at that event, but I assure you that good, nay great times were had by all.
A couple of weeks later, a couple of friends and I went out to go see a moving picture, which was a disastrous affair. As I may have noted earlier, my bicycle was stolen and my friends wanted to cycle over. Naturally this required to borrow one from another kind friend. Not 400 meters (that's right, metric numbers. These damned Europeans are already getting in my head) from home, something goes horribly wrong. I step on a pedal and there is a pop and now the pedals do nothing. At this point we still have a bit of time, but it's pushing it, so I call another kind friend and he lets me borrow his bike. One would assume at this point everything that can go wrong has, but if you make that assumption, you clearly don't know me well. On the was to the theater, some Dutch lady puts her trash at the curb and proceeds to dart into the bicycle lane right in front of me. I take evasive maneuvers, but to no avail, as she went the same direction. I proceed to crash directly over her, pinning her under the bike, as I take a tumble over the bars and proceed to skid across the sidewalk and the many rain puddles it contains. While no one was really injured, this was not a pleasant experience. When I finally regain my composure and hop on the bike again, my friends are far ahead. They had no idea anything had happened and thought I was right behind. I catch up, and we make our way to the movies. After another accident involving my friend and the back of an Audi, we finally arrive at the theater. Granted we were 20 minutes late, but that is just in time to see a movie after all the trailers and commercials. Unfortunately the Dutch do not see it this way, as the ticket counter is closed and they refuse to sell us tickets. Bloody savages. Thankfully there was a bar attached to the theater in which we could drown our sorrows.
Following that bit of excitement, not much else happened. Exams came and went and everybody in the building seems to have bailed out of town for Christmas, leaving me as one of the last survivors.
I head back to the U.S. for Christmas and most of January, so don't expect much in the way of posts, although I'm sure you don't as my posting has been sporadic at best.
Everybody have a Merry Christmas, a Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa and the like.
Now I leave you, as always with a few photos.


This is a tree which seems to be growing in a shopping cart. I'm not sure why it exists, but I like it.
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And now we have the racistest ass Holiday tradition I have ever seen. I give you Zwarte Piet, Sinterklaas's (Saint Nicholas) "helper" (formerly his slave) from Africa. It's quite the shocking thing to see, and I was already initiated into this last year. Read up on Mr. Piet on our lovely friend Wikipedia by clicking here. He consists of a bunch of white Dutch people dressed in black face, and everybody in this country love him. The little kiddies will run towards him and scream with glee when every they see Piet.
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Here we have a lovely bust of L. Ron Hubbard on display at the Scientology center. The existence of this has given me unending joy as I walk back home from class every day.010

This, apparently is how they get large items into homes here. Every building has a hook hanging out from the top and you just wench everything up through the windows. Quite the process, but it's a must as nothing of any size will make it up these tiny stairs.
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And finally, I give you frightening snow. The cold at this point was killing me inside. Luckily I will be in the relative warmth of Baton Rouge later today
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More to come.

02 November 2008

The one in which a Welshman and an American drive 300km to get some beer.

I have heard about the so called best beer in the world for a few years now. According to many credible bodies, the beer brewed by the monks of St. Sixtus of Westvleteren make the finest beer in all the land (you can see it here and here. The rub is that you cannot by this beer in stores. You actually have to call ahead and reserve the beer and drive up to the abby and pick it up (click here for the complex instructions). Needless to say, I was all over that kind of adventure.

After many many attempts to call in and make a reservation, I finally got through and ordered three crates (one for Daf and two for me) ready for pick up on Oct 30. After nearly a week of waiting, the day finally came. Because you can only pick it up in a car, as there are not accessible train stations, we rented a small car and headed out. As I quickly learned, Europeans have a much different definition of small car than we do. I give you the Hyundai i30, ladies and gentlemen.

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That's 1400 cc's of raw, winding power and about 7 foot of car. It was the smallest car I have ever been involved with. Surprisingly enough, it was reasonably roomy inside, considering.

From there we headed out for Belgium. With the assistance of the nice British lady inside the navigation system, we made it in about three hours. Unfortunately there were no high speeds seen in my last drive in Europe, as the Belgians restrict speed more so than zee Germans.

After a long winding road we had hoped to see leading to the monastery, we come to out destination. I'm not going to say we were disappointed, but I had kind of hoped to see a bunch of thatched roofs and monks dressed in robes (non Klan outfits for those of you out there that might be confused). But It just looked like they were selling it out of their garage. Which is nice in it's own way.
Below is the line for the beer, which I'm sure is like that all day
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And we finally had a "boot" full of delicious beer.
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We stuck around the village a while and grabbed a bite to eat and a drink of another abby beer, which was delicious as well. We then went to the market and picked up a ton more beers from the region, so the Westvleteren would last longer. The ones I have tried so far have been excellent. Due to the quality of all these beers, I will never again slander the supposed country of Belgium again.

Here's the trunk at the end of the day
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Needless to say, it was a great day, that might just be repeated in the future.