Dwight Peck's personal website
in November 2005
there, still hanging on . . . just.
Ramsar Convention on Wetlands held its 9th meeting of the Conference of the Contracting
Parties (against most expectations) at the Speke
Resort in Munyonyo, about five miles outside of Kampala, Uganda, on Lake Victoria.
We moved in in considerable force on 4 November and evaporated like the pre-dawn
mist on the lake on the 18th. During that pleasant fortnight we got to work like
the dickens on the Parties' fairly futile negotiations on the Draft Resolutions,
and produce the final versions in the end, and in the meantime spend a little
time in the bar downing Bell lager and discussing the state of the world with
some of our favorite delegates over the years. And got off for a little birdwatcher-watching
at Mabamba Bay at the end of it all. Here's a meagre sample.
Resort "cottages", between the hotel and the conference centre, served
as the Secretariat's offices and performed very well when the power wasn't out.
the cottage of the Documentation Team, i.e. me and my officemate Sandra Hails downstairs, and Tim Jones the rapporteur and Nick Davidson the chief negotiator upstairs. Our
translation teams for French and Spanish were in the adjoining cottage and linked
on a WiFi network, so that's all right, when the network was working.
digs, built around a central spiral staircase
over Lake Victoria from the cottages, fairly pleasant even at 85° F. at midday.
(Evenings were blissfully cool and breezy, but the humid daytimes could be a saturated
and restaurant of the conference centre, seen across the little equestrian facility.
The plenary hall was off to the left, not bad at all. And the bar, well, the bar
. . . with CNN, BBC, and ESPN, all with the sound turned off, wonderful [no Fox].
by the lakeside. The staff and delegates housed here were the lucky ones. The
delegates who were domiciled in hotels in Kampala had a rougher go of it, as the
police escorts bringing their buses out of the city for early morning sessions
killed at least one bicyclist on the way, and the rioting in the city following
the President's arrest of his main opposition leader kept many of them indoors
at night. (Out here at the resort, we couldn't even hear the gunfire.) (That's what resorts are for.)
we had security awkwardly at several levels. To reach the plenary hall (and the
bar), everyone had to pass through the metal detectors in the photo below. You
passed your bag and metal objects to the guard (if there was one) and walked through
the detector. If you did not ring the bell, you picked up your stuff and walked
on in. If you DID ring the bell, you picked up your stuff and walked on in anyway.
Nobody seemed willing to challenge you on that point. Ugandans seem to be very
the President came to give his welcoming speech, about four days late, 1000 delegates
had to march out and check their laptops, cellphones, and cameras at the security
stations (very disgruntled). This narrator has for many years been an extremely
emotional fan of President Museveni, who has not only a more sophisticated notion
than the Bushies do about the role of democracy in semi-formed states but also
a vigorous sense of the 18th century ideal of the Enlightened Despot, with superb
policies on HIV/AIDS, wetlands, industry, agriculture, environment, you name it.
All the best African states emulate Uganda! Yoweri Museveni was my IDOL!
His speech was perfect Mugabe ranting! What an embarrassment! He strode in with
a brass band (literally! red uniforms, above) and squads of troops in Toyota pick-up
trucks, and informed 1000 delegates to an environmental convention, including
many from some of the most important NGOs in the world, that the chief enemy to
development was the pesky NGOs, always challenging his hydroelectric dam projects
in the courts. He thought that it might have something to do with colonialism.
as his Excellent Presidentship relaxed for photo opportunities at the cottage
his Toyota Boys had commandeered next to our work cottage, and as I gazed out
at him admiringly, someone ran into our cottage to tell us that the President's
lads had arrested the chief opposition leader, Kizza Besigye, on treason charges,
and that downtown Kampala was significantly unresty.
that set the cat amongst the pigeons, as many of our delegates were in hotels
in the rioty side of town and had to peek out with the curtains drawn, and scurry
along to the police-escorted bus in the morning without breakfast.
of them got here on time, and this is an unmemorable view of the plenary hall
during the proceedings. Just to prove that it happened.
for exhibits from the Parties and NGOs. The grass floor quickly turned to mud,
and when everyone complained bitterly, the government offered to put a fly over
the top of the tent to prevent any more rain from seeping in. It was pointed out
that the water wasn't coming from the sky, it was coming up out of the ground
-- the resort was, after all, built on a "reclaimed" swamp.
sinking slowly into the mud
of the Secretariat looking distinctly unhappy about the way things have been going
at our Documentation Centre -- every afternoon about 3 p.m.
Sandra covering one of the two desks of the Documentation Centre in a midnight
session. The other desk, with the beer bottle on it, was mine.
exceptional registration and document distribution coordinators, who spent two
weeks overseeing six registration computers, a squad of volunteers, and hundreds
of pigeonholes for the Rev.1s and Rev.2s of the precious documents in another
giant air-conditioned tent out on the former swamp.
with many of the French and Spanish translations team. From left (not counting
the oversized narrator) translators Christiane Milev, Marta Prats, and Danièle Devitre, and
assistants Amalia Rodriguez and Catherine. Missing are translator Juan Carlos Valdovinos and assistant
Andrès, who went shopping in Kampala, and translator Javier Casais, who took this
from the resort out onto Lake Victoria. It
was not a little embarrassing for the authorities that the venue, the Speke Resort,
has recently been built on a "reclaimed" swamp, and the lake kept seeping
up beneath our feet.
folks entering the barrier from the lake into the resort. Those are growths of
the dreaded invasive species water hyacinth in clumps around the gateway.
and Sandra stalking a stork at the resort. (Photo by Nick)
Mongolian stir-fry for the secretariat staff in Kampala, after the COP.
a cause for celebration:
Tim Jones the rapporteur, Sandra Hails, Dwight, Montse Riera, Amalia Rodriguez (Photo
too early in the morning! Dwight, Tobias Salathé, and Sandra Hails await their guide for a day
of birdwatching at Mabamba Bay. (Photo by Nick)
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All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 12 December 2005, revised 4 April
2008, 20 July 2013.