at the end of week one

(July 12, 2009)

It’s Sunday morning here in Moshi. Most places in the city are closed for the day, and the homebase is pretty quiet. A large group of the new volunteers went on safari this weekend, and a large number of the old volunteers are packing to go home. I can hardly believe we left home almost two weeks ago; time has passed quickly, and yet it feels as though we’ve been here for much longer. In another two weeks, all but a few of our group will be leaving, and a new batch of volunteers will arrive.

We’ve been busy this week. We walked through Rau, a somewhat rural village just outside of Moshi. We stood under a giant Baobab tree and got to sample Baobab fruit (I didn’t know there was such a thing). We hiked to a waterfall, shopped in the market, and had drinks with a couple young Masai men. There are a many different tribes in Tanzania, and two main religions: Islam and Christianity. All coexist peacefully. If you sit on the porch you’ll hear church bells and calls to prayers, goats and roosters, cars and cows.

On Wednesday we started at our placements. Cross Cultural Solutions works with the ‘forgotten’ people: Tanzania is a very poor country, and our placements are with the the poorest of the poor. Street children, orphans, those sick, those imprisoned. So this week Stephen has been doing home visits to check in on patients with AIDs, malaria and tuberculosis. He’ll continue there for the next three weeks, and when he’s not visiting homes, he’ll be helping out at the women’s group in the daycare center. I’ve been at Juvi. There are fourteen or fifteen kids there now, three girls and the rest boys, all between the ages of 10 and 17. The kids are sweet and smart, funny and lovable. You certainly wouldn’t know that they’re in a detention center. The challenge of teaching them, playing with them, and keeping them occupied for the next three weeks – all on my own – is both daunting and exciting.

Hakuna matata – no worries.

jambo!

(Monday, July 6, 2009)

We’ve been here for barely a day and it feels like so much longer. I can hardly believe I left home just over a week ago. There are thirty of us here at the base right now, and most of us have just arrived. There are several teachers, a veterinarian, lots of college kids, a couple kids and their parents, and then the volunteers who have been here for a few weeks and who we all look to when we don’t know what’s going on or what we should be doing. And in just a few weeks, those volunteers will be us.

This first weekend was really relaxed. We arrived, did a tour of the home base, walked into town, and got everything unpacked in time for dinner. The food here is AMAZING. I’d take a picture to show you all, but when it’s on my plate, all I can think about is how much I want to eat it. After dinner we took a taxi over to the Watering Hole, a local bar that’s geared mostly toward foreigners and expats in Moshi. It was the Fourth of July, so anyone who came in wearing an Obama kanga got a free shot. I did not have a kanga on hand, sad to say. But I did get a margarita, because I knew that’s what Dad would probably be making, and it tasted exactly like his recipe. For the first time so far, I felt just a little bit homesick.

p.s. “Jambo!” basically means “Hello!”, and right now that’s the extent of my Swahili vocabulary. But we’ll have lessons for the next couple weeks, covering basic stuff like greetings, which are really important in the Tanzanian culture. At least I can hope to lose that deer in the headlights whenever someone talks to me.