The rooster did his job this morning and beat Jill’s phone
to the punch with a cocky wake up call. The first glimpse of a new place is always exciting, no
matter where you are, and this morning was especially so. Jet lag gave way to
curiosity and I was anxious to explore my surroundings by the light of day (as
we had arrived in the dark, late in the evening.). I scrubbed my travel dust off
with a very quick shower – wet then turn water off/lather/ turn water on to rinse. Water conservation is a must!
Camera in pocket, I strolled around the luscious grounds, kitchen garden and mango trees soaking up the moist, warm breezes of Karanga (Moshi). Breakfast was served by Primo, our chef (yes that’s his real name) and although I took a pass on the porridge, I was more than satisfied by the crepes, eggs, fruit and thick black coffee. I got creative with the powdered milk offered for the coffee and borrowed the hot milk intended for the porridge – Tanzanian latte!
We spent the morning and afternoon getting fully acquainted with the customs and culture, sitting around in our open air dining hall and in amongst the mango trees in the garden. Lots to learn and absorb – don’t cross your legs, only use your right hand for greeting, eating and giving/receiving gifts. My brain is struggling to remember the all important Swahili greetings and handshakes. I swear they borrowed one from the Masonic Brotherhood.
Camera in pocket, I strolled around the luscious grounds, kitchen garden and mango trees soaking up the moist, warm breezes of Karanga (Moshi). Breakfast was served by Primo, our chef (yes that’s his real name) and although I took a pass on the porridge, I was more than satisfied by the crepes, eggs, fruit and thick black coffee. I got creative with the powdered milk offered for the coffee and borrowed the hot milk intended for the porridge – Tanzanian latte!
We spent the morning and afternoon getting fully acquainted with the customs and culture, sitting around in our open air dining hall and in amongst the mango trees in the garden. Lots to learn and absorb – don’t cross your legs, only use your right hand for greeting, eating and giving/receiving gifts. My brain is struggling to remember the all important Swahili greetings and handshakes. I swear they borrowed one from the Masonic Brotherhood.
Mama Fatuma and Mama Sarah are an animated pair, firmly
dispersing important information while exchanging humourous, affectionate barbs
on the side. The staff are simply wonderful
– friendly, gracious and kind – as were the complete strangers whose house I
wandered up to (mistakenly thinking it was our home base) and who invited me to
go on safari with them (they were just getting into their land rover). They
smiled and pointed the way to the road we had missed.
The air is humid and warm – neither hot nor cool – until the sun comes out and hits you. The climate and landscape appear tropical – not unlike any Caribbean country that I have visited. The sounds that abound – complaining goats, birds squawking and singing, the odd baby crying, and singing coming from somewhere in the distance. The aroma of wood burning mixes with the heavy perfume from tree blossoms… I wonder if I will remember that as the fragrance of Tanzania, that will linger in memories for years to come.
Today's take away was a little clapping song they shared with us to keep in mind at our assignment:
Pasha (warm it up) - get oriented
Safari is booked with Pristine Trails for next weekend (half the rate quoted
online), and we have already started to bond as a group.
Internet access is sketchy so I haven't been able to upload my beautiful pictures. Stay tuned.
Lyn
Beresha (improve it)
Kanyaga (stomp it) – overcome obstacles
Busu (kiss) – enjoy the volunteer experience
Internet access is sketchy so I haven't been able to upload my beautiful pictures. Stay tuned.
Lyn