Pasaka (Easter) Break

April 5-8

The past few days have been some of the most incredible in my life. For our Easter break, we had two options: to go on safari, or to visit an NGO in a village in southeastern Tanzania. We didn’t originally have a choice, but after Jenny (our program director) mentioned she had some friends who ran an NGO, a few of us got pretty excited. Last month we had dinner we these friends and they told us a little about what they did. They definitely convinced me that I wanted to go.

Thursday morning, we arose before dawn to begin our 12 hour journey across the country. There we five girls from the program, Jenny, and her house worker Mikah, whom we’ve all grown fond of. He’s around our age, speaks some English, is Masai, and acts like a big brother to all of us. Luckily, we didn’t have to travel in a bus. Instead CIEE hired a large safari car for us to ride in. Driving across the country was once again a very neat experience. To leave the chaos of Dar and see other parts is absolutely glorious. We even got to drive through a national park where we were able to see elephants, giraffes, zebras, and baboons. There were plenty of baboons along the way as we also traveled through mountains. We made several stops and eventually turned off of a main road in the region of Mufindi. The sky grew darker and we were driving on an absolutely awful road for about two hours in the darkness. We could see that it was freezing outside and we were surrounded by forests and mountains, which sounded like heaven. The region is famous for its tea fields, which were vast expanses of short bush-like plants rolling over hills. Unfortunately we were all a little too exhausted to take it all in. 

We arrived at the house of Geoff and Jenny (another Jenny) at around 7pm. Jenny climbed into our car and accompanied us to where we would be staying. It was definitely not what I was expecting! We were greeted by a woman named Upendo (meaning love in Swahili) and her seven year old Steve. The house was two stories and was absolutely delightful. The upstairs had a kitchen and a large room with leather couches, a dining room table, a  huge fireplace and lots of puzzles and books for the guests who stayed there. The downstairs had two large rooms with king size beds and a few bunk beds with accompanying bathrooms. We were all ecstatic. It almost felt like we were on a family vacation in a cabin in the mountains. I slept incredibly well that night, especially when the cat that belongs to the house decided to cuddle with me.

The next morning, we arose early to the wonderful smell of coffee. FRESH COFFEE. Something I had not had since arriving in the country. We’ve been drinking instant. We also discovered there was a door out to the balcony that overlooked a gorgeous view. Rolling greens hills, tea fields, and fog: three of my favorite things. We could not believe our eyes. It truly looked more like Wales, not what I expected at all from Tanzania! Upendo made us a delicious breakfast, and then we hit the road early to begin some of our volunteer work.

Jenny and Geoff have worked under the Fox family, who are a British family that have lived in the region for many, many years. Since Jenny and Geoff have been there, they have already accomplished a huge amount of work. The region of Mufindi is one of the poorest areas of Tanzania and about 45% of the population has been diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. Jenny and Geoff have been an entire children’s village where kids live with a few mamas who help to take care of them. They have also opened a clinic that serves a large part of the population, or those who are willing to seek treatment. Many are simply not willing to do so because of varying factors. 

On our way to the clinic to help out, our car got stuck in mud while we were going up a hill. The whole hillsides of this area are turned to slush during the rainy season. We also happened to arrive during the especially wet and foggy season. We all had to get out of the car and trek up the hill, being extremely careful not to slip along the way. It was quite the adventure. Geoff was the driver and was able to aptly pull out of the mud and continue up the hill. He says it’s a lot like driving in snow. When we arrived to the clinic we were told that it was to be visited by about 150 people that day who were seeking medication and checkups. Usually there would be about 300 but because of the rain, there would be far fewer. We all received various jobs, mine was filing. It was interesting doing filing without computers. They simply do not have the capacity to do that yet, but are hoping to someday. My job was to organize a particular box of files. About five minutes in, I realized I was organizing the files of those who had died during the past two years. I swear my heart skipped a beat when I realized this. All I had seen was the numbers I was cataloguing, not the people whose lives had ended.  

Each person who came into the clinic needed to bring a form with them that stated the date, what medication they were on, the day they’re supposed to visit, and their weight. If they did not bring this card, they could not receive treatment because otherwise the doctor could not supervise the condition of their health. What was especially sad to me was the fact that many of the people that came in were extremely drunk, but really, can you blame them? Their lives seemed to be ending as they knew it. Many have been ostracized by their families or villages. Some have been abused by their husbands who also gave them the disease, and many are struggling each day to survive. However, if you drink alcohol while taking certain medications for HIV/AIDS, it cancels out anything the medicine accomplishes. I’m sure this gets extremely frustrating for those who are attempting to help these people. 

We were also able to take a tour of the hospital area. Actually, it’s not technically a hospital, which means they get very little support from the government. They are in the process of building a few more buildings to establish it as a hospital. They are beginning a program where they will bring in doctors who wish to volunteer and treat the members of the community. It sounds like it will be a wonderful program and there is a lot of integration happening with the community itself. 

After volunteering at the clinic, we visited several peoples’ homes who were willing to share their story with us. At the first house, we met a man in his mid-thirties who waited too long to get checked for HIV and developed a fungus in his brain that resulted in a stroke. He is now paralyzed on his right side and could barely engage with us. His mother was there, along with a caretaker. There are two people, one man and one woman, who volunteer to help take care of people who are suffering from particular diseases. This man travels to around forty homes to help take care of people whose families have a hard time caring for them. He showed us what the paralyzed man does for exercises each day. A physical therapist from Finland who lives in the region visits every few months to check in on how he is doing.  We were allowed to ask questions and I asked how he spent his day. He couldn’t even reply, and his caretaker replied that he basically only does his exercises. 

In the next house we visited, there was a younger man and younger woman. In the region of the Rift Valley, there is a disease known as “Mossy Foot”. Apparently it comes from a mineral found in the volcanic dirt in the Rift Valley. Many farmers farm their land without shoes and this mineral infects the body. It produces sores that do not heal and a reaction similar to elephantitis. It eventually can take over the entire immune system and combined with HIV it is a huge problem in the area. The two people we met had obviously been suffering both mentally and physically because of this awful disease. It is so sad that this is something that can be prevented so easily by just wearing shoes, but even that can be tremendously difficult to accomplish. 

The care worker accompanied us to a third house where we met a woman who tested herself for TB, and in the process found out her HIV diagnosis. Her husband had already been diagnosed and she was not aware. Her four children and mother were also there and we watched as the care worker instructed what she needed to do to take care of her health. He mostly focused on the fact she needed to visit the clinic regularly and that she needed to eat a balanced meal. He explained to her that certain foods have nutrients that can keep her healthier. The mother seemed pleased to have us visiting, but it still felt a little strange as this woman was getting advice that could help to save her life. 

After we finished our house calls, we returned to the lodge where we were staying. On the way back we came to a hill that the car had trouble going down because of the mud. So we got out and trekked down, two of the girls wearing flip flops. What an adventure! I did fall once, but it was into the grass and I didn’t get too muddy. As we arrived and got out of our wet clothes, Upendo made us some lovely fresh tea, which was grown in the region. We drank tea, looked at the view, did a puzzle, and sat by the fire. It was definitely a great vacation especially after the emotional experiences of the day.

The next day we rose early again and ate another wonderful breakfast. I hadn’t had scrambled eggs since I’ve been in TZ, so that was delightful. We then headed over to another part of the organization where they distribute powdered milk to mothers with HIV. We received a tour of the facilities then took another tour of the entire children’s village they have on site. There are five homes for children of different ages. All have a permanent mother that live in the house, so that the kids do not rely only on the people that come to volunteer and visit. After our tour was finished, we go to play with the kids, which was an absolute blast! I LOVED IT. We spent about 5 hours coming up with fun things to do with them, including “Tembo, Tembo, Twiga” which is “Duck, Duck, Goose” except it means “elephant” and “giraffe”. We had a blast! 

Once again we returned home and relaxed the rest of the day. That night we went to Jenny and Geoff’s house and hung out with them. They’re simply wonderful. When I walked in and saw a quilt hanging on the wall, I asked about it. Jenny got really excited and asked, “Do you quilt?” I said that I did and she replied, “When can you come back?” It made me smile. I would like to come back and live in another part of TZ outside of Dar, and this would be the place, perhaps in a few years. They are working on a new project of quilts representing the people of the community. Apparently, I’m her woman. 

The next day was Easter. I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t get to church but I decided I was going to make it the best Easter ever on my own. I woke up before sunrise, grabbed the copy of “The Message” from the community bookshelf in the house, and sat on a boulder that overlooked the gorgeous view of the valley below us. I sang, meditated, prayed, and read while watching the sunrise. It was lovely!

Unfortunately we then had to leave our paradise. However, we decided to extend the trip for a day and visit Jenny’s village that she lived in during the Peace Corps. We walked alllllllllll around the village which was super cool, except I was not wearing the right shoes for that kind of excursion which caused my back to be annoying. I still enjoyed my time, but I ended up getting pretty sick because of the amount of pain. Oh well, life goes on. It was still delightful. Since we spent so much time in the village, we stayed another night in Iringa. It was cool spending some time in a smaller city. The next day we set out for our long journey back to Dar. None of us wanted to go back. 

Now three days later, we all still talk about how we want to return to the region. It was just such a wonderful place and I hope that one day I can return there.

Report of internship

Hi all! Andrielle and I had to write a report for our bosses at our internship letting them know what we have done so far and what we hope to accomplish. I decided I'd post it here to see if any of you were interested in it.

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Each Tuesday and Thursday we arrive at approximately ten o’clock in the morning to teach our six students: Asha, Joyce, Magdalena, Siamon, Elliot, and Semeni in three classes: literacy, basic English, and advanced English. Andrielle teaches the literacy class and Emily teaches the advanced class. Both Emily and Andrielle teach the basic English class. We teach the basic level class from 10 am until 11 am, then the literacy class from 11-12. Times may vary due to class overlap.

The Beginners class has two students, Joyce (late 30s early 40s) and Magdalena (early - mid 30s). Each are advancing in their own ways but are on very different levels. Joyce is an extremely quick learner and is advancing quickly, while Magdelena is motivated to learn but lacks some basic skills that restrain her from learning at the same pace as her fellow student. Both Joyce and Magdalena has been determined to proceed in their lessons and have been extremely enthusiastic. It has been helpful for both of us to teach this class, so that we are able to work with each student one-on-one to help them with their individual needs. We strive to give both women the attention they deserve. It can sometimes be a challenge considering that Joyce is able to learn more quickly that Magdalena. This is not to say that Magdalena is a less capable student, she simply requires more guidance and explanation in her learning than Joyce. Magdalena has also missed more classes than Joyce. They each work hard in class, and show that they also work on their own. We have bought each of them English-Swahili dictionaries, as well as schools supplies, such as notebooks, pencils, erasers, and primary school workbooks.

Our objective with these ladies, is to primarily encourage them to move to a higher level of vocabulary while also to speak English more confidently. This will be helpful not only to themselves, but it will benefit the company by opening communication between customers, benefactors, and the workers.

The following is a list of English concepts that we have taught thus far:

·         Greetings

·         Introductions and self-summaries

·         Various verbs, adjectives, and nouns

·         Basic sentence structure and application

·         Colors

·         Vocabulary for the family

·         Vocabulary for the work place

·         Numbers

·         Some technical grammar exercises such as: tenses, parts of speech, and descriptions

The Literacy class is made up of Saimon (early to mid 20s), Elliot, and Semeni (both women are later 40s to early 50s). From the beginning of the class, all three students were at a similar level of reading and writing. They had no concept of the alphabet or the sounds that letters make, and Elliot did not know how to use a writing utensil properly. The majority of the earlier sessions focused on memorization of the letters of the alphabet and introductions to the sounds that each letter makes. The students learned how to write both capital and lowercase letters. Initially, it was very difficult to help the class to memorize the alphabet. Since then, we have progressed to a point where each student can recite the alphabet, with some assistance, from beginning to end. Through the use of materials like Dr. Seuss’ book of ABCs and traditional rhythmic memorization techniques, such as call and response, both Saimon and Semeni know the majority of the alphabet by heart and the sounds that each letter makes.  These two students are now at a level that allows them to sound out words and even read entire Swahili sentences. Elliot is not yet at this level and it has been a challenge to encourage her in the process of memorization. I am unsure as to why her comprehension of the lessons has been so scarce. I wonder if her motivation is affected by her age or her inability to practice on her own, but whatever the case, it has impeded upon her progression in the class. The materials that we have bought for the class are beginners reading books, practice books, and a notebook and pencil for each student.

The class is learning mainly how to recognize and read in Swahili. However, we are learning some basic English phrases and words, such as greetings, introductions, and other various English terms. What I hope to accomplish by the culmination of my work with the students is a basic to intermediate reading comprehension level for each of the students in Swahili. I also hope to achieve a very basic reading level in English. I expect that my students will be able to recall general useful phrases in English by the end of the class so that they are able to communicate with customers and other areas of the work place. 

Asha (28 years old) is proceeding very well in the advanced class. I am using various tools to encourage her in her conversational speech, as well as expanding her vocabulary. We talk with each other where I embolden her to speak about herself and her ideas of what she would like to learn. As it is commonly said, reading expands a person’s concepts of grammar. Therefore, I have bought her several intermediate chapter books and an English student dictionary. The first day, we went over the first page of the book, “Treasure Island”. For each word that she didn’t know, we looked it up in the English dictionary and applied the word to her general knowledge. Now she accomplishes this task on her own and can read several pages a day. She is definitely advancing and is growing more confident as we speak more and more. She is also very excited to read more stories. 

Once she feels more confident, I hope to work with her on how to develop her vocabulary as it pertains to the business of Wonder Workshop. She is delightful to work with and learns very quickly. She is also very enthusiastic about wanting to learn more. I think by the end of our time together, she will be ready to work in the shop and will be more confident in her speaking abilities.

Other materials that we have purchases have been notebooks and pencils for each person at the workshop, English-Swahili dictionaries for each of the sections at the workshop, basic class supplies like paper, tape, markers, and a white board.

Thoughts with less than two months to go

Let me explain a little bit where I sit when I write to you all. My hall has 9 floors and the higher up you go, the better the internet. My internet does not work at all in my current room, so to go online I have to go upstairs to my old haunt of the 7th floor. These buildings are old and concrete, probably built in the 60s or 70s but have never seen any renovation. Every other floor has an elevator door with an elevator that is no longer in use. There are four rooms on each level on one side of the corridor. On the other side are ventilation openings and two toilets and one shower. There is also a wash room with two large sinks and clothes lines for washing. There is also a large bucket of water for when the water goes out. We mostly use to to flush the toilets. At the end of the corridor is what is known as the "fire escape" though it could never be used as such. I'll let you know when there's a fire and I try to use it....just kidding. :) It is an extremely sketchy looking spiral staircase made out of concrete and iron railings. There is a little balcony that accompanies each floor and this is where I sit. The stairs are covered in shattered glass, broken furniture, and bent parts of the railing. On some parts there is some chicken wire to keep people from using it. It may not seem like the safest place in the world, but I love it. I come out here to skype and to write and sometimes to read. From here you can see the night sky, and some gorgeous sunsets (see pictures on Facebook).

Surrounding the building are jungles and other buildings of the university. I can hear at least 5 different types of music from various parts of the campus. Swahili, R&B, Hip Hop, Rap, country, and various African combination of all of these genres greet my ears, but you get used to it. Since the rooms don't have actual windows, this sound is pretty regular. There are a bagillion frogs croaking under the tree below me (yes I'm that high up) and I can see lightning in the distance, telling me of the coming storm during this Tanzanian rain season. Other sounds of the city are around me like the roar of a motorcycle, or the crying of a baby in a far off house, or occasionally the screech of a monkey. The crickets and other insects are constantly chirping while laughter and chatter flow over the whole campus. One of my favorite things is watching the bats that fly around the building. Since I'm so high up, I can see them quite clearly and hear their sonar noise. It's pretty cool.

Despite all the noise, this place is incredibly peaceful, except for the mosquitoes. I love coming up here and talking to ya'll, especially to those I skype with. Sometimes, in the morning I will meditate here, providing that no one will bother me. :) If they do I take it as a sign that I should connect more with people.

For those of you concerned over my health, I am getting better. I thought that yesterday I was for sure almost 80% better, but today I may have relapsed a bit. It's hard because I tried to go to bed early last night, but my room mate had people over then got up very early and was very loud getting ready. It's not that she is intentionally disrespecting my need of sleep. I'd almost prefer that, because I could discuss it with her. Instead it is very much the culture here that when you are in a room with someone else, you should be together: talking, laughing, whatever. That is the culture here. There is no such thing as alone time, personal space, or needing more privacy because everything is communal. That is why this week my room mate woke me up every morning so she could make me tea and we could chat, even though I was having a hard time chatting considering my current condition and the fact that is was 7 in the morning (aka the time that Emily is very grumpy). I'm trying though. It's just I really wanted to get a good night's sleep. Oh well. I went to my first class, which was Swahili at 8am, and it just knocked the wind out of me. After, instead of going to my other class, I went back to my room and slept from 10:30-3:30. In the words of my mother, "I can't believe I slept that long!" This week I've been doing a lot of that. I do feel better though and talking to members of my extraordinary family helped with that..

We are now way over half of my time in my program in Dar, and a little over half of my time here in TZ. The program ends on my 23rd birfday, that is May12th, and is also the day my darling brother arrives! We will be in TZ and Kenya until May 27th. It's time to start processing a little bit about what my return home means and how I will deal with it. But I am also trying to seize the day! Lots of plans until then. This week, on Thursday, the group will split into two and do some traveling. A little over half of the group is going to a game park someone nearby. The rest of us are going to the southern region of Iringa in the highlands. I'm super stoked!

Keep my health in your prayers so that I will be well for the journey. Thanks and love!!!!!!!!!

Woe is me!

Day 4 of being sick in bed. I have been quite ill with some sort of bug. Aches and pains all over, pounding head, sore throat, and sinus pressure. Talk about the ultimate sense of being miserable in hot weather. I began to convince myself that I had malaria since all the symptoms seemed right. But I continued to sleep, watch movies, read, and rewatch Dr. Who for the third time to keep me busy. I took a self-malaria test which was awful. You have to prick your finger with a pushpin-like thing and draw out blood. I couldn't do it to myself, so my friend did it for me. The test resulted with an error, which was really frustrating with all the effort we went through.

I decided to venture out yesterday because I started feeling a little bit better and was going insane in my room. Andrielle and I went to my internship where the director greeted me with, "Wow you look really pale!" Darn, I've been working on my tan too. I taught my classes, but I was so spaced out the entire time. It was at least nice to get out into the open and fresh air instead of wasting away in my room. I decided then that I should really go to the clinic and get checked out. The director, Lisette, offered to drive Andrielle and myself, which was really sweet. It's much easier than having to bargain for a bajaj ride. She drives a pick-up truk and was also giving rides to two other people, meaning Andrielle and I got to sit in the back! It was so much fun. It was weird to think how we were doing this in the middle of a city and nobody cared!

I had another blood test, which was far less painless than the self test. We then waited for about half an hour while they analyzed it. The best clinics and hospitals in town are only really affordable to ex-pats, which is very sad. I saw only one Tanzanian patient come through the lobby while I waited. All the women at the desk were Tanzanian and so were the lab technicians. My doctor, however, was Indian. He was very nice and quickly told me that it wasn't Malaria. He did however say that if what I have didn't go treated, the results could be just as bad. He said it was some sort of bacteria that was a really really bad flu that had taken over my system. I now have drugs and he scolded me for not coming to see him earlier.

On my way back I decided to stop at the mall to have dinner and catch a film. Molly joined me, which was lovely. I really wanted to watch "The Best, Exotic Marigold Hotel" which was an absolutely wonderful film and exactly what I needed. If you haven't heard of it, it's about a group of elderly British people who are all at points in their lives when they need a radical change. They all decide on moving to India where a new hotel for the "elderly and beautiful". When they arrive, they find  that their expectations were far too high. The hotel is not in working conditions and is run by a young Indian man (Dev Patel). It's the story of how each of their lives drastically changes by being in such a different place and experiencing new and wonderful things. Even though these people were in the Golden Age of their lives and English and in India, this movie was totally relevant to the things I've been feeling here. It was hilarious and also had a few of my favorite people in it, including Maggie Smith and Judi Dench, two of the most fabulous women in the world. I so want to be Maggie Smith when I grow old. I definitely recommend the movie to anyone.

When I came back to the room I passed out from exhaustion. I woke up today feel even worse because now I have icky clogged up everything: nose, ears, etc. It's miserable and I can't taste anything. Oh well, I guess a few more days in my room won't kill me and I have lovely friends who are taking care of me, including my room mate who wakes me up every morning with a cup of tea. She's delightful. I am blessed to have good friends and the access to medication. Hopefully I can kick this thing out soon!

Today was a lovely day. I spent it by going to me new "church" aka THE BEACH!
I almost didn't go. We have a lot of homework right now but we made the decision that we should seize the day and make something of it. I know that sounds rather reckless, but it's actually quite wonderful for the soul. Obviously school is important, but somehow here it is just even harder to deal with. I don't regret my decision at all. If I had stayed behind, I probably would've just pathetically attempted to study all day and would just fall asleep instead.

Me and a few friends took a boat out to an island called Bongoyo which is a few miles off of the coast. It was a busy day since it's the weekend, but there still weren't a ton of people. We set up camp under a banda and stayed the whole day. It was so glorious. An older Swedish woman let me borrow her snorkeling goggles and I was able to go and see an awesome reef on my own. I saw lots of beautiful fish, a couple eels, and even a smallish shark...possibly a tiger shark. I loved it! It was nice because I was able just to swim out on my own and see what I could see.

When the tide came in we could jump off of some rocks into the water. The water was so blue and wonderful. It was also very salty which meant we could float easier. I found some more cool shells and it was just a wonderfully relaxing day. We also treated ourselves to a nice dinner along the ocean.

A few days ago, my friend Sarah and I visited a Baha'i temple downtown for the New Year celebration. We were invited by her boss at her internship who is Persian and she invited me along because my friend knew of my nerdiness for religions. It was a wonderful experience. I did not know that the Baha'i New Year coincides with the spring equinox. I feel like I have a lot more to learn about the religion, but that it is a very interesting one. There a re very few in Tanzania, and those that are are mostly ex-pats. I met several Americans, one of whom gave me the contact number of a Baha'i woman who lives in Davis! the world is just so small sometimes. I enjoyed getting to know some new people and information.

Just when we were starting to go crazy from the heat and chaos of Dar, I was finally able to go on spring break! My friend Molly and I decided to travel to northern Tanzania to Arusha which was full of wonderful experiences. I have been very busy since then and have not been able to write in my blog so pole sana (very sorry)!

On the second to the last day of school before break, my room mate and I got a pretty gnarly eye infection. It was conjunctivitis  but the worse case I've ever seen. My poor room mate got it a lot worse than I did. Her entire face swelled up. I quickly bought bleach and cleaned everything in our room, but I still got it. I got medication pretty early on so luckily I didn't swell up or anything. I still had to wait a few days to leave town, but the doctor said it would actually be better for me to leave the heat of Dar. I did so, gladly. :) Anyone who knows me well knows I do not care for the heat. Why did I come to Africa again? Teehee, just kidding. I love it hear even though it is hot. Luckily all of the locals hate it just as much as I do.

We took a ten hour bus ride to Arusha, leaving very early in the morning. I slept a lot along the way, but it was an incredible ride. First of all, the scenery would change every forty miles or so. We went from the tropical forest jungles of Dar, to mountains, to plains, to rolling hills, to farm lands. Basically we saw every type of scenery possible. It is like driving from one end of California to the other. I love bus rides like that, but this one was pretty long. There was also no air conditioning. We had a lovely spot at the front of the bus and I had the window seat with a nice breeze.

Arusha is a very nice city that is known as the safari capital of the world. It is the gateway for people to get to all of the national parks like Serengeti and Ngorogoro Crater. People also start their journey to climb Kilimanjaro from there. Mount Meru looms over the city and it is absolutely gorgeous.

After a day of exploring the city, we decided that we wanted to take a mini safari. We found a company online with good prices and we had the whole experience to ourselves in an awesome safari car. We went on safari (a word that we’ve adopted from Swahili) outside the city for two days, one day in Tarangire National Park and the other day in Arusha National Park. Each park had something unique to offer. At Tarangire, we saw hundreds of elephants, literally hundreds, as well as a million baobab trees, which are my absolute favorite. I wish I could post pictures for ya'll to see, but Tanzanian internet is failing...as per usual. It was beyond incredible. I couldn't believe how many elephants we saw. I teared up at one point because it was just such an amazing experience.

While visiting Arusha, we saw lots of beautiful twiga (giraffes) as well as all sorts of monkeys (Vervet, Colobus, Blue), zebras, ngiri (warthogs), water buffalo, flamingos, dikdik (that’s the name!), baboons, and impalas. It was incredible! No cats this time, but I’m crossing my fingers for when I go on safari again in May with Daniel! We did go to two different parks that were less touristy because both my friend and I will be returning again. I am so glad we did. It was a wonderful experience. It was also Molly's birthday and I was honored to share that with her.

It really was the perfect way to spend spring break. It was nice that it was just the two of us, instead of the massive group we usually have. Also Molly and I have similar introvertedness so we often just felt like relaxing on our own instead of getting too worn out. Plus, we had a TV which was awesome. I was actually staying caught up with the news! We were both starting to get overwhelmed by everything. It's so hard sometimes when you stand out so much. At one point, I ran out to get more phone credit. I went on my own. We have to get these little cards that have a scratch number on the back which you enter into your phone for a particular amount. It's a pretty awesome system. Anyways, as I was walking along the road, i drew attention from EVERYONE. It wasn't bad attention, it was just the fact that everyone talked to me or greeted me. Personally, this wears me out. Having so much interaction can be hard from me because it means I am always being watched. I dunno, that may sound a little complain-y but honestly it can get to you. At that point I had kind of just had it and wanted to blend into the crowd. But that was impossible. Luckily, I had a room to run back to. It was nice to have another introvert to hang out with. :)

I liked Arusha a lot. I think it is a wonderful city that is also much cooler! I look forward to returning. We returned a few days early so we would have a chance to regroup and go to the beach. It took us even longer to get home: 12 hrs! there was an awful accident along the road that meant we were stuck for about an hour and a half. All of the smaller cars could get through but not the buses and trucks. I've never seen so many trucks in my life! But we got home safe and sound and I was most pleased with my vacation.

When I returned I also moved rooms. I am now living on the 6th floor, which believe it or not makes a huge difference. It's only 100 stairs instead of 114! This has been especially awful the past week and a half when we've had absolutely NO water. A pipe connecting water from Bagamoyo, a city about an hour and a half from here, to Dar Es Salaam had broken somehow and special trucks had to come from outside campus to deliver water. Apparently a fight broke out at the water tank the day before yesterday when the line was even longer than usual. The whole city has felt tense and stinky. No showers, no flushing toilets, and the lines for the water tanks outside were epicly long. It's amazing hwo often we use water. I haven't been able to wash dishes or clothes because it was nearly impossible. Sometimes I just wouldn't have time to wait in line for water! Why they only have one main water line to the city, I have no idea. At least it's back for now!

My new room is very nice. I finally have a Tanzanian room mate. Her name is Irene and she is very sweet. It is a much cleaner room but I do miss Caity already.

I will write with some more adventures the next few days. But now, I must write my swahili paper...yes, I said PAPER! eeek!

Another one of Emily's Ramblings

I debated whether or not I should put up this blog post. It does not show Tanzanians at their finest, and I really don't want anyone to think that I don't value this country or its truly beautiful people. I also don't want anyone to have assumptions of what it is like here. The fact of the matter is that we live in a dangerous world, and on occasion, this can impact us. I am experiencing something here that is just plain different. In so many of my classes in International Relations, I have often covered the topic of post-colonial discourse and its impact on how our world continues to grow or develop. When comparing the style of living here to my home life, it is essential to recognize the concept of difference. This may sound simple, but when you are truly experiencing how you live your life compared to someone else across the world, it completely turns your perspective upside down. It's not culture shock, per say. It's more of a continuously mind-blowing concept that there are so many people in this world that are living lives that have absolutely no resemblance to mine. I think this kind of sounds obvious, but it helps me daily to embrace the world with an open mind and to recognize that everyone has a story that should be heard.

The reason I mention post-colonial discourse, is that many might classify life here as "under-developed" or "poor" or even worse, "barbaric". That mindset will never get us anywhere. The only way I can truly describe life here is as different. It's hard to find words to describe it. I don't mean different in a derogatory manner. I just state it as a one word summary. Ok, I'll stop rambling about this stuff and get into why I'm posting this in the first place.

 I decided to post it, because it tells of an experience here. These are experiences that I will learn from and even though they can be horrific, they can still help us to grow and increase our knowledge of the wider world. Isn't that what study abroad is all about?

I was warned before I came here about mob justice. I tried to take it light heartedly, but it was still lingering at the back of my mind. Tanzania does not have a very effective police force. People often take the matters of the law into their own hands and this is mostly done through acts of violence. It breaks my heart, but it seems that there is no other way to keep the chance of thievery to a minimum. Of course, I don't believe that, being the pacifist that I am, but this is what dominates a lot of the Tanzanian sense of justice.

For example, if someone is accused of stealing and a scene is made of it, people will be badly injured or killed by those around the incident who will forma  mob. A few days ago in Mwenge (a large marketplace and bus terminal that I often frequent), just an hour or two after I was there, a man was doused in petrol and set on fire because he was accused of stealing. This is a regular occurrence in Tanzania, I'm sad to say.

This concept of mob justice was especially relevant to me and some of my friends today. After a lovely lunch, a group of 5 of us headed to the national stadium to watch a football match. A standard ticket is 5,000 shillings, which equals about $3.50. Not a bad price for watching a professional sports game, aye? If I could get Giants tickets for that price, I'd go every game! Anyways, while we were standing in line (I use the term line loosely here, for it's more a wild crowd) several things happened to us in a very short amount of time. I heard my room mate ahead of me shout, "HEY!" extremely loud and at the same time, a man tried to trip me. I looked at him and said, "Excuse me" in Swahili, then he responded in English that I should be sorry and grabbed my arm while pushing me away. The next thing I knew, a few riot police appeared and pushed the man away and got to my room mate, who had been robbed. Large shouts began happening, but luckily the crowd dispersed before anything else could happen. The fact that we did not make a big deal meant the crowd didn't either. That's when I noticed my phone had been stolen. I checked all of my pockets a million times just to make sure, but yeah, it was gone.

I am very careful and cautious in these situations. I didn't bring a purse, id, or very much money with me for this exact reason. I'm aware of my surroundings and make sure to protect anything I have on me. I didn't even notice that someone had reached into my front pocket and taken my phone, which is a little unnerving. I thought, "Oh well, these things happen". However, as the day went on, things got more interesting.

The game was a lot of fun. We had a blast and I really loved it. The crowds didn't get too rowdy and people mostly enjoyed themselves. At one point of a few of my friends went out of the stadium to get some food. About ten seconds after they were outside, a man ran by them and grabbed one of the girl's wallets from her hands. She instinctively cried out, but then realized her mistake as several people grabbed the man and started beating him with sticks and police batons. Yes, the police were joining in too. One of my friends, a guy, started pulling people off him and they soon realized that the man had already passed on the wallet to someone else so he no longer had it. Fortunately she did not have more than a few dollars worth of shillings and her phone in the wallet. She begged them to stop beating him and they soon did, basically because she was white. In any other circumstances, they may have beaten him to death.

On our way out from the game there were several other attempts of robbery. While I was sitting on the daladala, getting money out to pay the conductor, a man reached in and grabbed my arm attempting to take both my watch and my money that it was in my hand. I rarely will find a situation where I will use an act of violence, but this man was quite persistent in stealing my 2,000 shillings (about $1.25). I hit him quite hard. I probably would've just let him have it, but I actually needed the bus fare!

Anywho, those were our experiences today. We all felt pretty emotionally exhausted. What I couldn't get out of my head was the fact that these people who choose to steal knowingly risk their lives for very small amounts of money. Imagine how desperate they could possibly be. But what I often wonder is why this concept of mob justice exists. It's a terrifying idea and I have no idea where it comes from. Actually, maybe I do. There is a definite lack of faith in the system within Tanzania. The basic instinct of taking control in the situation does seem "barbaric" to an outsider, but really, what else can they do when a government doesn't act to take care of the safety of a country's people? I am in no way justifying this act of violence. It's atrocious and hard to grasp, but even in that desperate moment when a man reached through a bus window and began grabbing my belongings, I acted in violence. Yes, it was self protection, but in a way, isn't mob justice?

If you have something to add to this, I would really appreciate hearing your stories or ideas. It is a troubling subject that I experience great difficulty approaching during my time abroad.