Wednesday, June 19, 2013

best...week...EVER!

Let’s avoid a lengthy post here. My brain is on cultural overload (in a wonderful sort of way) so let me just bullet point the mentionables. Hopefully this method will give you a more thorough understanding of Tanzania than any sort of lengthy, metaphor-filled prose I could attempt to write.

If you decide not to read all of this, at least read the last point. It will blow your mind.

This is home sweet home – the room that Melina and I share. 




Southerners, we have nothing on Tanzanians when it comes to being friendly. Yes, it’s hard to say, but it’s true. People here are ridiculously welcoming and upbeat. I mean ridiculously. It even has roots in their language. They have a common greeting “Habari za…”, which means “News of…” (and then you fill in the blank: day, work, school, family, etc.) . The only response that is ever used to answer this greeting is “nzuri”, or “good”. You hear “habari”, you say “nzuri”. Simple as that. If you are have a bad day, you say “nzuri”. If you just got fired, you say “nzuri”. Both probably accompanied by a slight wrinkle of the brow, but you are still “good”. See? Optimism.

I live in Makimura, a small area near Arusha in the Usa River region. The highways are nice but the side roads we take to get to our house look like dried creek beds, which make for a bumpy ride. Now that I think about it, they probably are dried creek beds since the rainy season just ended.

Those images you see in movies of 15 Africans sitting in and hanging off the side of a truck…are completely accurate. We had one driving around our street the first night we got in. Students were campaigning for the election of the local university present. Pretty cool if you ask me.

Our bedroom is never quiet, even in the middle of the night. People in the street are constantly laughing, conversing, and listening to music. It’s fairly comforting to fall asleep to these sounds. The roosters and the dogs however, are not as welcome. I’m sleeping with ear plugs tonight.

We have electricity but no running water and boil everything we drink. Our toilet is a “squatting toilet”. Basically a porcelain rimmed hole in the ground that is connected to a drain. This hole also doubles as the shower drain, as we bathe with pitchers of water just standing on the bathroom floor. You would be surprised at how little water you need to get clean. I have heard that some homestays have running water and wifi. I think I’m better off without them it for this trip. We spend a lot of time with our family playing games, doing homework, talking, and joking around.

Tanzanians value relationships above anything else. You slow down, having meaningful conversations, and get to business only once you have invested time in that person and shown them respect. “Tanzanians are never late, just delayed” said one of my instructors today. If you show up a tad “delayed” because you were speaking with your mother or a close friend, no biggie! Time is just slower here.

Tanzanians call white people “mzungu” which is derived from something along the lines of “one who is still spinning”. It’s very cute and clever actually. People, of all races, who don’t live here are still on the move (not settled) and are still spinning. A lot of their words have interesting origins like this.

Dhalla-dhallas, a type of taxi, are small vans with three rows of seats. I think there were about 15 people aboard on the way home from class today. My ride to school only costs about 25 cents one way.

If I zone out during class, it is probably because I am watching the monkeys goof around outside of our classroom.

Tanzanians love volleyball and soccer and that is how we spend most of our free time. Could this be any more perfect?

The food here is awesome! Rice, beans, veggies, coconut curries, fish, ugali (described to me as a stiff porridge), fresh fruit juices. We are culinarily spoiled. We had some sort of sautéed greens with dinner tonight and I have never enjoyed wilted leaves more in my entire life (or ever).

Telling time in Swahili is different. And I’m not just talking about military time. Imagine a clock. Not digital you cheaters. The minute hand pointing straight up and the hour hand pointing due east. This is 3pm, right? Not in Swahili time. This would be 9 pm. Instead of reading whatever the hour hand is pointing at, they read what is directly behind it. So they would look at an English 3pm and say “oh, it’s nine o’clock”. But…when you really think about it…the odd thing is that they still associate the Swahili 9pm with the afternoon. 9pm is the middle of the day, just after lunch and before dinner. IS YOUR MIND BEING BLOWN?? It took Melina and me a good ten minutes to figure this out. Poor 8 year old Ruth must think we are incompetent. The only thing I can kind of compare it to is how we associate December – February with winter and they associate it with summer. The time is still now and it still looks the same, we just call it completely opposite things.

Hope that gives you a little image of this world I’m experiencing J Signing off.


(And yes, I realize that ended up being a bit lengthy. Sorry!)

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Later Gators!

THE DAY HAS COME! T-minus 1 hour 'til I head out to the airport! For all of you reading this blog or planning on keeping up with it during the summer, here is my disclaimer -- there is no guarantee of funny, witty, clever, or even moderately entertaining posts. But I can guarantee a lot of info about what I see, hear, taste, smell (eh?), do, and all of the amazing people I am sure to meet. 

The bags are packed. One carry-on, one checked backpack. Simultaneously amazing how much you can fit into two bags and how little you can get away with when traveling. Am I nervous? A little. Excited? Duh. I don't think I'll really be able to process most of it until I land in Kilimanjaro. Until then -- I'll focus on making my flight connections. Later days everyone!

p.s. Found a small garden snake in my kitchen today. This resulted in a minor freak out before trapping the snake under a bowl. Totally Tanzania ready.