Tanzania: Week One

I already don't want to come home and not just because of the EU referendum results...

In the last week I have experienced a wedding, a christening, climbed gangilonga rock, been to church and attended a festival of Tanzanian heritage culture. In my foundation training, I have watched fellow Tanzanian volunteers take up role play dressed head-to-toe (let your whole body talk) in drag WITH PADDING and learned the African Macarena. I have been immersed in a culture that despite a 50:50 Islam:Christianity split, their peacefulness makes Britain look like a 1930s Soviet Union.

My first week experiences have exceeded my expectations for the full 13 week placement and I have picked up more Swahili than German -which I was taught at school for 3 years (sorry Mrs Stoddart).

On the other hand, my luxuries have slowly declined -I started with two long-haul Etihad flights, stayed at a kind of luxurious hotel (see my last post), spent a week in a high standard hostel, and moved to my new home with a concrete floor in my bedroom, waking up with back pain and a long drop toilet that doesn't flush in Iringa. But despite the latter, Tanzania is home. 

Tanzania: Day One

Tonight marksmy first night in Tanzania and my first taste of what life is really like for the locals (kind of). Our first night is spent in Dar es Salaam -about the size of Amsterdam- before tomorrow's 10 hour+ drive to rural Iringa to meet our Tanzanian counterparts. We are staying in a hotel - a nice surprise for us all after a hectic 15 hour flight with a 'HOT' transfer at Abu Dhabi. First thing we all wanted to do when we arrived was have a shower.

I spent my evening shower trying to clean myself from a drip in the pipe where the shower drain had split. Before too long I noticed a second shower head -meant for your butt- but it works! Then... OMG it's freezing. 

While I spent time flittering between a warm burst pipe (at this point there was water everywhere, except on me) and a shower head that only spurted out freezing water I laughed to myself... yep, literally. The local residents just outside can only dream about being in such a luxurious predicament. 

I continued getting myself ready for dinner in my room which was boiling hot -and those who know me know I am NEVER hot. I desperately wanted to open a window but I couldn't: I had no mosquito net, no idea where my deet was and due to the 15 hour flight was a little late taking my anti-malarial this afternoon. Instead, I had to find other -less effective- ways to try and cool myself down. 

Again, I reflected on the locals -they also have no mosquito net, no deet and would probably love to be stuck on a plane for 15 hours and have access to anti-malarials. I, on the other hand, will eventually find my deet and will sleep safe in the knowledge that I will be provided with a mosquito net tomorrow. 

I am lucky.