April 04, 2008

Lions and Zebras and Crocs! Oh My!!

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Early Thursday morning, I trudged out of my comfortable bed in Mikocheni and began the trek to town.  By 7:30 a.m., I was attempting an awkward nap in the backseat of our Landcruiser.  The ride to Selous is roughly six hours and the last three hours on dirt roads repeatedly awaken the groggy passenger.  Upon arrival at our campsite, Hippo Camp, we pleasantly found our tents situated about four meters from the Rufiji River.  We dropped off our backpacks in our respective tents and relaxed for a couple hours.  I sat in front of the river and kept an eye out for the occasional hippo head poking out of the water.  Then, my friends and I climbed back into the Landcruiser for an afternoon drive in Selous. 

We detached the three panels from the roof of the car and stood on the seats to better view the animals.  My three friends are Tanzanian and so the constant herds of impala did not impress them, but from my American perspective, every animal was new and exciting.  It wasn’t long before I was dubbed ‘National Geographic’ due to my camera’s constant activity.  We saw baboons, impala, giraffes, elephants and zebras during the afternoon drive and then headed back to camp.

At the campsite, we enjoyed the sunset over the Rufiji River and played cards.  Peter, the manager of Hippo Camp, introduced himself and we chatted for a while.  Our amazing chef prepared a wonderful dinner, after which I made myself comfortable in my tent and dozed off.

Friday’s agenda was an all-day drive in Selous.  My friends and I had a single goal—we were on a mission to see lions.  The morning drive was filled with impala and giraffes.  To me, the sight of a giraffe running is like a slow-motion Discovery channel documentary.  One giraffe was at full speed and still managed to clear a large branch lying on the ground.  I was amazed that he knew the branch was there—he stands so high above the ground!  Although I documented all our sightings on my Canon, we were still focused on the mission—lions.

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Around lunchtime, we saw the universal sign of lions—a hushed mass of green safari vehicles, the silence broken only by the incessant snap of camera shutters.  Our guide maneuvered our Landcruiser into the cluster and there they were—an adult male, three lionesses and five cubs!  The male was stretched out on his back lazily yawning and occasionally swatting the flies buzzing near his eyes.  The lionesses were dispersed.  One lounged in a tree.  Another slept peacefully near the male and the other lioness seemed to be keeping watch over the rambunctious cubs.  The cubs playfully attacked each other and entertained their captive audience of assorted vehicles.

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One cub, in particular, seemed to be interested in befriending the observers.  He would come close to the vehicles and stare curiously at the people staring curiously back at him.  When he got too close, the lioness would approach, and he would run back to her and mischievously attack. It amazes me how harmless lions seem in the middle of the day.  They appear to be nothing more than oversized lazy cats.  It is hard to imagine them as ferocious hunters.  After about thirty minutes of observation, we moved on, satisfied to have accomplished the day’s mission. 

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The following morning, we ignored the ominous clouds gathering in the sky and went on a boat safari along the Rufiji River.  We saw several different types of birds and miniature crocs the guide referred to as Nile Crocodiles.  After about an hour, we stumbled onto a group of hippos.  Hippos are my favorite animals.  Although I am aware that they are very dangerous and territorial, I love their huge yawns and their lethargic, half-hearted attempts to roll over—revealing bright pink bellies and feet. 

Our dismissal of the threatening sky, however, caught up with us during the boat safari.  In true Tanzania rainy season style, the sky opened up and poured buckets of rain.  Although the boat’s tarpaulin roof provided a bit of protection, water streamed in through the sides and soaked us.  We hurried back to Hippo Camp, but were dripping by the time we arrived.  I decided to take advantage of the fact that I was already wet and it was still pouring, so I played in the rain.  I love rain.

After the deluge, we went back to Selous.  There, we encountered more of the same animals.  Driving by the spot where we saw the lions the previous day, we noticed they were still there.  So, we stopped and watched them again.  On the way back to camp, we did see a new animal—a buffalo!

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Sunday, we had just enough time for another quick boat safari—this time around, a much drier ride.  We saw more hippos and birds and saw a large crocodile slide effortlessly into the water.  Then, we went back to camp and packed our things.  After saying goodbye to Peter, we loaded into the Landcruiser and began the drive back to Dar.  Our guide had impeccable taste in music and so the ride home was filled with Bob Marley tunes.

At home, I downloaded my pictures onto my laptop and marveled at the immense beauty of Tanzania.  This country is teeming with natural wonders.  My Easter holiday was definitely one that will be envied by my friends back in the USA! 

January 21, 2008

Zanzibar for my Birthday.

Went to Zanzibar this weekend with five friends to celebrate my 23rd year of life. We went dancing, ate seafood, swam and took a snorkeling trip, where everyone except me and one other person threw up because the sea was so rough. I want to post some pictures of paradise...

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This is the random mock-Zanzibar door on the beach. Zanzibar is famous for its elaborate doors.

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THE SEA!

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About to dive in...

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Snorkeling!

On a more academic note, I had another interview today. I feel really lucky to have the opportunity to talk with people who are serious about doing good things for their country. Don't get me wrong, I have interviewed a few individuals whose passion I doubted. But, the guy I interviewed today had so much zeal when talking about his organization and his love for Tanzania...it's just inspiring.

January 14, 2008

Black Clouds

Monday is cleaning day. Well, usually. The last two weeks have been too busy for me to devote a whole day to cleaning. So, I am embarrassed to admit that my apartment is a little dirty right now. But, I decided this morning that I would rectify the situation and clean the whole place today. Before leaving the house, I conducted an inventory count of my cleaning supplies and made mental notes of what to buy at the store on my way home.

After meeting a friend for lunch in town, I boarded the overflowing ‘Mwenge-Posta’ dalla-dalla and wondered how the cars managed to see the road with all the standing puddles. It rained a bit this morning, and the roads just don’t drain when it rains. Anyway, I got off the dalla at Shopper’s Plaza, a grocery store near my house and bought bleach, three scrubbing pads, and an all-purpose cleaner. I looked all over the store for a new broom but had no luck. So, I walked to the next grocery store, Shoprite, and found a broom.

So, new broom and cleaning supplies in hand, I walked across the wet road and waited for a dalla to come by. Although the stop nearest my house is only about a half-mile away from Shoprite, I decided to take the dalla because it is only 200 shillings (about 18 cents) and I had my hands full. After waiting a while, though, no dalla came, so I decided to walk. Now, the entire time I had been walking up to this point, I was in puddles about a foot deep. But, with my ever-useful shoes, the almighty Chacos, this was no problem.

After walking about 30 yards, I came to an impasse. There were two puddles I could have traversed. I randomly chose to go to the right. Now, any wise person would have taken the broom handle, lowered it into the puddle, and ascertained the depth of said puddle. But, I’m not wise.

I began with the right foot. And then the right knee followed, then my waist, chest and head…. Before I knew it, I was completely swimming in this puddle. This would be the funniest part of the story had I been able to immediately get out of the puddle. But, no. I could not get out of this particularly hostile puddle. I probably waded in the puddle a good 2 minutes before I found a non-slippery edge. And after finding the one non-slippery edge, I managed to hoist one leg onto it….and then I fell back in the puddle.

I finally managed to get out of this cursed puddle. Once I did, I was met with good-natured laughter from everyone standing and/or driving nearby. Embarrassed, I decided to take a taxi home. Remember how I mentioned that the taxi drivers harass me? Well, apparently, being soaked is the one thing that fends them off. Two taxis refused me. So, I began to walk home. Crazy white girl, soaked, carrying a broom down the street… Imagine the spectacle. Everyone I passed laughed and said, ‘Ohhh, pole’. (This means sorry).

It was an adventure. The entire way home, I kept glancing at the sky looking for the black cloud that has been following me. Seriously, who falls in a five-foot puddle the day after they fall down ten wet concrete steps?

I’m a spaz. Bruise count—8.

Bruises and Miscommunications...

So yesterday was an interesting day. It began with preparation for an interview with a gender equity NGO here in Dar es Salaam. I researched the organization, fine-tuned my questions for this particular organization and re-read the email communications I had been having with Tatu (the woman I was interviewing). Then, I grabbed my notebook, pencil, and sufficient change to pay for the dalla-dalla.

I began the descent from my fourth-floor apartment down concrete steps. Usually, I appreciate this obligatory daily exercise, climbing 8 flights of stairs everyday, but when I reached the third flight of stairs, I noticed they were wet. At the bottom of this particularly menacing flight of stairs was Omari, the cleaner for our apartment building, with a bucket and soapy cloth. Apparently, he was washing the flight of stairs?? I don't know why. Anyway, I carefully held onto the railing and began to slowly descend. I didn't even make it one stair before my feet fell out from under me and I went tumbling down ten cold, wet stairs. I bounced and bounced and bounced! At the bottom of the stairs, I dizzily stood up. No broken bones or serious injuries, but SO MUCH PAIN! I am in the process of counting the bruises, and have found 5 so far--and one of them is HUGE!

So, after this debacle, which got my skirt SOAKED by the way, I picked up my notebook, decided my skirt would dry and made my way down the rest of the ~dry~ stairs. Then, I caught the obligatory 2 dalla-dallas to Ubungo and began to walk down the street looking for the hotel in which I was supposed to meet Tatu. Along the way, my path was blocked by about 10 different taxi offers. One frustrating thing about being white in Tanzania--you are such a rarity that everyone assumes you are an out-of-towner. And, most white folks here--the tourists--do take taxis, because if you don't know which dalla-dalla to take, of course you are going to take taxis. Anyway, the culmination of these two factors leads to an unbelievably high number of offers from taxi drivers. It is to the point that if you are walking along the road, the taxis will honk at you and flash their lights. Over and over and over and over.... My old roommate used to get sooo annoyed with the taxis. For instance, another friend of mine was riding her bike along the road. A taxi driver stopped and said, 'seester, taxi?'. Confused, she replied, 'but, i'm riding my bike'. He said, 'yes, but you're tired and you need to rest. We will strap your bike to the top of the car'. That explains the taxis. Anyway, so I was assaulted with offers for taxis.

I continued to make my way down the road to the hotel, found it and made my way inside. I looked around the ground floor of the hotel and noticed that this place was large. I racked my brain for a number for Tatu, but realized that in all our email conversations, we had never exchanged phone numbers. So, I strategically located myself at a table in the middle of the ground floor of the main bar. I ordered apple juice and checked my watch. We were scheduled to meet at 2:00 and I had arrived at 1:40. Perfect. So, I sipped my juice and waited. I kept scanning the room for women who looked like they were waiting for someone. There was one woman, sitting alone, who kept glancing at her mobile phone, watching the door expectantly. I decided she had to be Tatu. So, I bravely walk over, smile broadly and say, 'hi, are you tatu?' She looks at me with a confused expression and says, 'nini?' This is when I realize she doesn't understand English, so I say, 'wewe nani?'--kiswahili for 'you are who?' And she says, 'Irene'. So I say 'polesana'--which means 'i'm sorry'.

Embarrassed, I shuffle back to my table and wait. I waited for an hour and then decided to leave. I emailed Tatu this morning to reschedule. I don't know if we were at different ends of the hotel or something came up... But, moral of the story--always confirm where EXACTLY you are meeting someone and get mobile numbers!!!

Then, I called my friends on the way home and they told me to come meet them, so we had Indian takeaway food and I told them the story of my day...which they though was hysterical!

January 03, 2008

Happy Holidays!

Christmas and New Year's would be difficult without family and friends, but I am lucky enough to have a group of friends here in Tanzania who make me feel very welcome and at home. Thus, my first Christmas away from home was wonderful. I spent Christmas day in Arusha with my friend Angella learning how to make chipati, a traditionally Indian/East African dish that is like a dense tortilla, served with stew. The chipati-making process is long and arduous. Thus, while making chipati, we talked and laughed at how bad I was!
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New Year's was nice. I thought about how strange it was that I was ringing in the New Year 8 hours earlier than everyone at home, but I spent it with my wonderful new group of friends! Here's a picture!

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The research is going well. It is frustrating in a way to not be able to get your point across at times because of the language barrier. But, it is really exciting to actually see my project come to fruition. I like that part a lot! I am meeting a ton of new, interesting people trying to do something good for their country and I get to ask their opinion about things that mean a lot to me. I am interviewing a huge gender equity NGO tomorrow and I am super excited!

December 11, 2007

Zanzibar

This weekend, my roommates and I decided to go to Zanzibar to celebrate their departure from Tanzania. My British roommate, Billy, leaves Friday and my Norwegian roommate, Johan, leaves next Friday. So, we took a vacation to the beach! It was soooo nice! We lounged on the world's most beautiful beaches (I'm not biased or anything). And, we went out for nice seafood meals. I practiced my Kiswahili with Masaai vendors on the beaches. We took crowded dalla-dallas and met new friends and had a wonderful time. The point of this post is really the pictures...so without further adieu, ENJOY!


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~The View From Where We Stayed~

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~A Random Swing On the Beach~

November 26, 2007

First African Thanksgiving...

Thursday marked my first African Thanksgiving.  I have an amazing family, so I knew that they would call me and include me in our Turkey Day traditions.  They called and passed the phone around the table to all the members of my family and each person listed three things they are thankful for.  This is what we do every year, and as our family grows, it gets even more fun.  My personal favorite this year was my niece (3-year-old Kaleia) saying..."Ummm, I'm thankful for Mommy, Grandmama, Daddy, ummm and you Aunt Say".  I think she would have listed every person at the house and probably have moved on to the grass and trees and animals if you'd let her.  After the phone call, I decided that I would....invite (a.k.a. force) out my two roommates and make them celebrate Thanksgiving with me.  So the three of us went out for dinner and I made my friends list what they are thankful for.  It was fun to celebrate my holiday with a British guy and a Norwegian guy.

I then decided to trek to the beach for more Thanksgiving contemplations on my own.  So, I took my usual two dalla-dallas into town and took a ferry over to Kigamboni beach (very beautiful) for the day.  I took my journal and wrote, and slept, and thought about Thanksgiving.  I am so thankful for the opportunity to be in Tanzania for a year.  It feels like home to me.  Although I missed my family, I love being here...and I'm happy.

I had my first research interview this week.  It was intimidating.  When I think about the word 'researcher', I envision a very stately, distinguished-looking person with glasses and 12 degrees.  For me, I just got my undergrad and here I am being funded by the US government to research NGOs for a year.  Sometimes, I can't believe how lucky I am.  Anyway, the interview went well and he gave me the names of some contacts to interview, which was good.  I'm ready to get everything in gear.

Pictures will be posted as soon as I get a camera.  Mine decided to break, but I promise soon.  Next weekend, I am going to Zanzibar, so I'll definitely want to post pictures of that.  Until later, baidi rafiki!!  Siku njema!

November 12, 2007

Karibu Tanzania!!

Welcome to Tanzania....Karibu Karibu Karibu.  As an 'mzungu' traveling in East Africa, people pretty much assume you're from out of town.  So, inevitably, everyday, you hear the term 'karibu Tanzania' at least 10 times from strangers strolling down the dusty roads.  And, if I had to choose one term to summarize Tanzanians, I would choose 'welcoming'.  It's a beautiful country...filled with beautiful, amazing people.

So, how did this small-town Tennessee girl end up in Tanzania for a year?  QUEENS!!  Queens whet my appetite for seeing and experiencing the world.  While attending, I studied abroad in Hong Kong (everyone needs to read Elisabeth's blog, because HK is AMAZING), and spent last summer in Tanzania teaching at a primary school.  During my Senior year, I applied for a Fulbright grant through the US government to apply my Honors Thesis to on-the-ground research.  My purpose here is to research non-governmental organizations.  The title of my project is 'Assessing the Efficacy of NGO-Sponsored Anti-Poverty Programs in Rural and Urban Tanzania'.  It's a long title that basically just means I get to go around on dalla-dallas (minivans with about 30 people crammed inside) everyday and interview NGO directors and project beneficiaries...that is, after sorting out all my paperwork with the government...which was an adventure in and of itself!

I look forward to updating this blog with interesting stories and pictures and hope that you enjoy it!