Tales from Kilimanjaro
So yes, we made it! After a long haul flight from Egypt (to think that Africa is that humongous), we got our ass here - now in Arusha, Kilimanjaro.
After smearing ourselves all over with insect repellent (oh yes, we are very afraid of Malaria), our dear host gave us a warm welcome and brought us straight to her lovely home. Rose is a great lady with a big heart, her typically African gestures and cute accent brought us close under her arms and made us feel very at home in her comfortable tanzanian home.
Sharing a very delicious dinner, she told us stories of her life in Tanzania, about her work and schools in this country. I am looking forward to seeing the schools, visiting the children and getting to know them. It's a waste we wont have much time with them, but I'm just glad at least we have the opportunity to know each other.
It's been really hot here, tropical humid weather, sleeping under the mosquito net rids off the mosquitoes but doesn't help with the sweltering heat. Tanzania hasnt been quite the same way I'd imagined. Perhaps our host Rose has a much more comfortable life than the others, but people on the streets seem quite comfortable with life too.. the painful poverty that I'd imagined doesnt seem to be plaguing this region - but that's a good sign.
We've been the centre of attention thus far, especially in our lil village called Bomangombe. Most children stare at us, but give us a big smile and say 'Jambo!', and make us feel really welcomed here. Alota Tanzanian women are dressed real nicely in their traditional dresses, with beautiful batik design and headscarves. Bomangombe's at the foot of Mt. Kilimanjaro, and not what you would call a busy town. But all the conveniences are right at our door step - grocery stores, bars, watever we need. It's right between the 2 busy towns Arusha and Moshi. We'r here in Arusha, the capital of street touts and safari tour operators. It's been a tiring hunt for Safari tours, phfff.. n the touts are more insistent than ever.
Not many people speak English here, but with the help from Rose, we've been polishing up on Swahili and actually manage to get by with a few words. 'Jambo! Kwa heri! Baadye!'
Time to head back home to our lil village. Getting dark!
After smearing ourselves all over with insect repellent (oh yes, we are very afraid of Malaria), our dear host gave us a warm welcome and brought us straight to her lovely home. Rose is a great lady with a big heart, her typically African gestures and cute accent brought us close under her arms and made us feel very at home in her comfortable tanzanian home.
Sharing a very delicious dinner, she told us stories of her life in Tanzania, about her work and schools in this country. I am looking forward to seeing the schools, visiting the children and getting to know them. It's a waste we wont have much time with them, but I'm just glad at least we have the opportunity to know each other.
It's been really hot here, tropical humid weather, sleeping under the mosquito net rids off the mosquitoes but doesn't help with the sweltering heat. Tanzania hasnt been quite the same way I'd imagined. Perhaps our host Rose has a much more comfortable life than the others, but people on the streets seem quite comfortable with life too.. the painful poverty that I'd imagined doesnt seem to be plaguing this region - but that's a good sign.
We've been the centre of attention thus far, especially in our lil village called Bomangombe. Most children stare at us, but give us a big smile and say 'Jambo!', and make us feel really welcomed here. Alota Tanzanian women are dressed real nicely in their traditional dresses, with beautiful batik design and headscarves. Bomangombe's at the foot of Mt. Kilimanjaro, and not what you would call a busy town. But all the conveniences are right at our door step - grocery stores, bars, watever we need. It's right between the 2 busy towns Arusha and Moshi. We'r here in Arusha, the capital of street touts and safari tour operators. It's been a tiring hunt for Safari tours, phfff.. n the touts are more insistent than ever.
Not many people speak English here, but with the help from Rose, we've been polishing up on Swahili and actually manage to get by with a few words. 'Jambo! Kwa heri! Baadye!'
Time to head back home to our lil village. Getting dark!
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