Volunteering Abroad; The why, the where and the how to!

When I was 12, I travelled to Romania with a family friend to visit an orphanage there which was receiving support from a U.K charity.  This was in 1999, when you could still see children living in drains, sniffing glue on the streets and worse.  The conditions were terrible.  But my childhood memories of Romania, are of friendships, love, kindness, playing and sunshine.  With one exception which stays in mind.  It was my last day and last goodbye to the girl who had become my best friend.  Normally strong and full of bravado, I watched her eyes fill with tears as she removed her bracelet and placed it on my wrist, a small link between our two very different worlds.  I was going home from what had been my exciting adventure and she was returning to her reality.  The unfairness of it all was too much, we were the same, so why didn't she get the same as me?  It's an experience that ignited something inside of me and that grows stronger all the time.  Inequality may be something we live with but it does not mean we should accept.

During the course of my studies I regularly organised  fundraising events and volunteered with a variety of not for profit organisations, in particular, educational charity 'Show Racism the Red Card'.  I also worked part-time but never found any salary or position which was as rewarding as my volunteer work.  It developed my confidence, self-worth and helped to nurture me into a young woman with strong ideas and opinions and self belief!

The European Voluntary Service program was an opportunity to gain further experience in the voluntary sector and in a completely new culture and way of life.  I chose Tunisia.  All expenses paid plus a monthly allowance, there was literally nothing stopping me.

My average week here involves language lessons, organising activities for sick children in hospital, calligraphy lessons and taking part in/organising activities in a local youth centre.  It involves laughter, spending time with the most wonderful children and young people, being immersed in a culture that exudes peace, kindness and selflessness.  It involves travel, reawakening of the senses, leaving behind the expectations of the society I grew up in and finding my own rules to live by.




The program is open to those between the ages of 18-30, you can opt for a short-term project (2months) or the maximum term 12 months.  You can also take part in one short project for 2 months and then another for 10 months if you wish.  There are so many amazing locations (ofcourse I'd recommend Tunisia!) and associations you can get involved with.  So if you've been reading my blog wishing you could do something similar, ask yourself, what is actually stopping me?  Life is too short, don't miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime!

Feel free to email me at KimberleyDavidson@hotmail.co.uk if you would like any more information or you can visit the links below!  Start your dream today!

EVS information

My Tunisian association, AJMEC

My Scottish association, Xchange Scotland

Tunisia 2012: A Transition Period

I know that physically, I look like a completely different girl to the one who left Edinburgh in March.  My level of attention to my appearance is probably about 10% of what is was.  Gone are the days of fake tan, false eyelashes and skyscraper heels. Gone, and good riddance I might add! 

Even in my personality I'm told there is a change, but it's been harder for me to recognise.  I've always known who I am on the inside, it was being comfortable enough to reflect that on the outside that was difficult.  

The pressure I felt as a young woman in the U.K was not only about aesthetics, although that in itself is enough to make anyone crumble quicker than a dropped compact.  It was the daily rat race to perfection, to have a dazzling night life, dream job, dream wardrobe, planned holidays, sporadic weekends and of course, not forgetting to photograph every single moment for Facebook, just in case others were in doubt that you do in fact love your life.  Or not.   

I probably fooled most.  Thank God I didn't fool myself.  Coming to Tunisia was one of the best decisions I've made in my life.  

One of the first things that struck me about Tunisia, is the lack of advertisements.  Where on earth was all the stuff I HAD to buy?  And where were those perfect half naked women that were put on this earth to make the rest of us mere humans feel bad about ourselves?  Everything that was so real, so part of my everyday life at home, had dissolved somewhere between the North Sea and North Africa.  There also isn't the same culture of celebrity and gossip magazines.   After 6 months without it, when I was faced with a copy of 'Heat'  magazine, I remember feeling genuinely offended by what was being said to me, both implicitly and explicitly.   Telling me 21 ways to have higher self-esteem whilst humiliating the poor reality TV star who has put on a few pounds.    

Now it goes without saying that there are pressures on women here too, each society has it's own problems. However as a 'westerner' coming here, it's like a cleansing of the mind.  I feel like I've regained a human sense of reality, with real human values at the core.  So what's important?  The same things that deep down we all care about in the U.K, family, friends and being a good person.  The difference is that here, these things take priority, without exception.  The western world teaches us to focus on the things on the surface and that that will make us happy on the inside.  In Tunisia, it's the contrary.

I watch teenage girls here going to school, in their trainers, jeans and blazer, looking liked fresh-faced children, which is what they are.  They're not plastered with make-up and dressed like girls in their twenties.  We need to take a good look at our youth in the U.K, at our young women and ask ourselves, how does our society nurture them?  Because as long as we continue to churn out images of unrealistic beauty and scathing attacks on women deemed 'too fat' or 'ugly', the '21 ways to better self-esteem' will be lost in the bottom of the make-up bag.  And I think, they deserve better.


This post is dedicated to my dear friend Lucia Spata.  'Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not discovered until they arrive.'


Interestesed in doing something similar?

Useful Links  - British Council - European Voluntary Service
                      - AJMEC Association, Tunisia
                       - Xchange Scotland