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Arusha Urban

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  • Day8

    Day 8: There is a Mzungu in town

    February 9, 2019 in Tanzania ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    After a wonderful night in my soft, warm and huge bed, I feel rested and ready for another mini adventure 🦸🏼‍♀️

    Today I went out to town with Gaston meeting some of his friends and enjoying some local stuff: Good Tanzanian cuisine, quick stop at the local market and finally some bars and local beer 🍺 💃🏼 Plus (and this was my favorite): A ride on the Daladala - this is a mini bus which stops wherever you want, picking up as many people as possible (possible means more than the bus is designed to carry) 🚎😂

    Again, I have experienced nothing but kindness from the local people - so many new friends in a country far away from home 🇹🇿💛

    PS: Mzungu is the Swahili term used for white people 👩‍🦳
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  • Day44

    Jambo

    February 17 in Tanzania ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Hakuna matata!

    Benvenuta in Tanzania Ludo! Dopo 15 ore di viaggio, passando per il Ruanda sono arrivata a Kilimanjaro! Code infinite alla dogana, abbiamo dovuto aspettare 3 ore prima che arrivasse l’ultima ragazza e poi con Haruma siamo andati in direzione di Arusha dove alloggerò per le prossime due settimane.

    Siamo state accolte da Halima (la ragazza che segue tutte le faccende di casa), ci ha portato in giro per la casa, sono 3 piani, una cucina dove ci viene preparato da mangiare dalle “mamas” (colazione e cena). Ovviamente sono stata anche accolta da una cucaracha bellissima.. era in bagno ad aspettarmi!!
    In tutto siamo 11 volontari!

    La giornata di oggi è iniziata con il direttore James, che ci ha spiegato un po’ sulla Tanzania e su Arusha.
    Se volete posso raccontarvi perché la bandiera è verde, gialla, nera e blu. Verde: per la natura, gialla: per il sole, nera: per la popolazione e blu: per l’acqua che bagna questo paese. Il rosso non è presente perché la repubblica della Tanzania non ha avuto alcun tipo di guerra per ottenere la sua indpendenza nel 1962. La lingua ufficiale é lo Swahili e ogni tribù parla la propria lingua! In Tanzania ci sono più di 160 tribù!

    Siamo poi andati a fare un giro per la città di Arusha con Halima e Ally.. prendiamo un bellissimo Dalla Dalla che ci porta in centro. Esperienza più unica che rara, riescono a far entrare in un furgoncino da 10 circa 20 persone, un sopra l’altra. Non vi racconto nemmeno dell’odore! Potete immaginare.. ah e c’erano 45 gradi! Dopo circa mezz’oretta arriviamo alla stazione dei bus! OH MIO DIO! Gente ovunque che urla, Dalla Dalla che vanno da tutte le parti senza alcun senso di marcia! Ovviamente appena vedono ragazze di carnagione chiara qua impzziscono! Bianchi = ricchi

    Ma non ci facciamo spaventare e andiamo avanti e proseguiamo il nostro tour, giriamo un po’ per la città, macchina che vanno in tutti i sensi, motorini sui ‘marciapiedi’, carretti trainati da persone, tuc tuc! Mercati dove vendono di tutto tra cui pesce e carne lasciati sotto il sole rovente! Tutti che ti dicono Karibu, mambo e io non so mai come rispondere! Città direi MOLTO particolare! Mi Piace!
    Andiamo a pranzare in un posto locale e mangio un buonissimo pollo con il curry, riso, fagioli e verdure il tutto per ben.. 1 dollaro emmezzo! E io che ero già stupita di quanto fosse economico il Perù! Qua é allucinante!

    Ah ho ritirato 400000 scellini, che sono l’equivalente di 180 dollari! Un malloppo di soldi infinito!

    Dopo le sei ore che ci abbiamo messo per fare una sim locale é ora di tornare a casa! Il caldo ci ha letteralmente distrutte!

    Kwaheri 👋
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  • Day46

    Diverse realtá

    February 19 in Tanzania ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Che realtà assolutamente diversa qua.. inimmaginabile!
    Il mio primo giorno al progetto è stata una esperienza, ci hanno portato i nostri coordinatori con i mitici Dalla Dalla, bisogna cambiarne due e il viaggio dura circa un’ora! al cambio immaginatevi un gruppetto di 10 ragazzi che arrivano alla fermata e fanno quasi a botte per cercare di farci salire sul loro pulmino! Assurdo!

    Arriviamo all’Aston Vision School, siamo in 3 ragazze! Veniamo accolte dal fondatore della scuola che ci racconta di essere stato a sua volta un bambino sfortunato che viveva in mezzo alla strada ma grazie ad un prete è stato adottato e ha avuto la possibilità di studiare. Ha quindi deciso di aprire questo orfanotrofio/ asilo per permettere ai bambini meno fortunati di non stare in mezzo alla strada. La scuola è composta da diverse casette, un dormitorio femminile, uno maschile, una cucina e delle classi. Le condizioni dei dormitori sono abbastanza precarie ma diciamo che ho visto di peggio, c’è una pila di vestiti dove i bambini prendono i loro vestiti. Tutto questo è stato donato da una ragazza che a sua volta è stata volontaria.
    C’è una piccola stalla dove tengono le mucche per ricavare il latte per i bimbi (anche questo è stato donato) e delle galline per le uova!

    Le classi sono divise in due classi dei più piccini e una dei più grandi. I bambini per riuscire poi ad andare alla scuola elementare devono riuscire a trovare degli sponsor per permettersi di andare nelle boarding school e ricevere istruzione. Tutto il tempo ci viene chiesto se vogliamo sponsorizzare uno dei bimbi, se no rimangono la all’asilo e non ricevono nessuna tipo di istruzione.. un pensierino ce lo sto facendo!
    I più piccini invece sono divisi in due classi, le leizoni sono svolte in inglese, ma anche qui si vede chi è un po’ più fortunato e chi meno. Alcuni bimbi hanno su gli stessi vestiti da tutta la settimana, e credo che saranno gli stessi anche per la prossima.
    Peró sono felici, sono felici di vederci, di giocare con noi, di passare il loro tempo con noi. Il mio ruolo è principalmente quello di correggere i compiti e insegnare a scrivere correttamente le lettere e i numeri. Sono tutti felici quando hanno finito e devono venire da me a farsi correggere il lavoro svolto!
    Sono bellissimi!
    Sono in classe con Monica, una maestra tanto carina che però purtroppo si che anche lei non e tanto istruita. Per i bimbi piccoli va più che bene, però parlandole vorrebbe ambire a qualcosa di più.. ma è dura anche per lei!

    Ai bimbi viene dato il porridge tutti i giorni, non ne sono tanto entusiasti ma meglio che niente.. non credo che a casa (per chi ha una casa) gli venga dato molto di più..

    Questa è la realtà qua, questa è uno dei tanti orfanatrofi che ci sono in giro per Arusha.. non mi immagino cosa sia nelle campagne per questi poveri bimbi. In questa scuola sono già abbastanza fortunati che possono passare la giornata qui, ricevendo un minimo di istruzione senza dover pagare niente e non rimanere tutto il giorno in mezzo alla strada.
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  • Day6

    Arusha

    November 16, 2019 in Tanzania ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    Om onze safari te regelen, gingen we met de local bus naar safari capital Arusha. Via via hadden we contact gegevens van Safari Booker Bartho gekregen, die ons in een donkerbruin kantoortje ontving. Het was gemakkelijk om daar in het donker in slaap te vallen, maar we deden ons best onze ogen open te houden. Helaas konden we niet meteen de volgende dag op safari, maar moesten we een dagje wachten en volmaken in het drukke Arusha. Hier werden we iedere vijf meter door 3 mannen aangesproken: how are you? Where are you from? Germany? Go on cheap safari? Etc. Ff wennen vooral voor Piet om in de negeer modus stappen. Om dit te ontwijken zijn we een heel stuk door een niet touristisch deel van de stad richting het Cultural Heritage Centre gelopen: een van de grootste kunstgalerijen van Afrika. Dit was veel mooier dan verwacht, en bovenal gratis entree! Na een goede Mexicaanse avondmaaltijd was het tijd onze tassen te pakken voor de safari die de volgende ochtend zou starten: dag 1 Tarangire national Park, dag 2 en 3 Serengeti en dag 4 de Ngorogoro crater.Read more

  • Day46

    Tanzania Day 6 - Arusha

    September 9 in Tanzania ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    Straight to the airport this morning for a quick 1 hour flight to Kilimanjaro! The smoothest airport transtition yet with no queues for anything and walking straight through security onto the plane! Although we were pushing our luck with the timings, arriving 40 minutes before the flight due to Dar morning traffic!

    Our hostel owner Anthony met us at the airport like long lost family! We learned all about his story in the car. He started working as a Kilimanjaro porter and has climbed it hundreds of times. He was sponsored by a German couple to attend university and study tourism. He also worked as a safari guide and a hotel manager and saved up to open his own guest house Savannah House. He has big plans for the future too and is planning on opening his next guest house. We're so glad that our money is going back to the local people.

    After dropping us back, Anthony also walked us around the local area and suggested places for us to lunch. Theres a small shopping centre with an outdoor bar/restaurant and also a Nightclub which we've already been promised dancing lessons on Friday night... Not that we need them!!

    After lunch we walked on further to explore and passed a school with hundreds of kids playing outside, some of them waved, some came over to say hello and Sadiq (8) even walked with us telling us where the shops were and to mind the road!! All so happy and all seemingly so intrigued to see a different race in their town.

    For dinner we headed to a local area about 10 minutes drive away which has all different restaurants, we have already been recommended Chinese and Etheopian but we settled on Tandoor Village and it was lovely! The menu was so big we had to eventually just pick anything but we all ended up happy! I had a Laal Dhal which was a spicy goat curry. We had a couple of beers and headed home for an early night ready for our trip to Mount Kilimanjaro in the morning!
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  • Day49

    Tanzania Day 9 - Arusha

    September 12 in Tanzania ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    We needed to head to the pharmacy and decided to walk through the local villages rather than the main road - it took just over an hour and we got lost a few times but it was great to see how the locals lived and to give some kids a giggle with our funny accents! On the walk back we got really lost and had to cross a river - I went first and fell in (only one foot so not too bad) and as gem was tentatively approaching her attempt a young schoolboy struts past her and skips across the rocks like it was nothing!! Gem had a template to follow then so made it across fine, I squelched my way through the rest of the walk home!

    For dinner we were taught to make Chapatti from scratch by Miriam who works at our hostel - she was a great and we were briefly joined by, a crazy Jamaican/American lady who was also staying there, she can be best described as one of those over excitable shopping channel TV presenters and was funny but I guess only in very small doses!

    The process seemed to take forever but we eventually had them finished and got an early night straight after our meal.
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  • Day50

    Tanzania Day 10 - Arusha

    September 13 in Tanzania ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    Today we headed into the town and instead of walking jumped on the Dala Dala - which is Africa's version of the Reggae bus' in the Barbodos. If you don't know they are bacially old VW campers that a filled with about 20 people and have a guy hanging out the window shouting at more people to jump on!

    Once we got home we packed up our room and a little bag for safari and made sure we were ready to go. As a thank you for the chapatti making the previous night we got a takeaway for the guys from the hostel and shared some wine with Tony which was nice.

    Went out to our local that evening for the football and live band which were great and got home early ready for a our safari tomorrow!
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  • Day432

    Grub

    January 2 in Tanzania ⋅ ☁️ 26 °C

    The staple food is ugali which is some sort of maize flour paste and looks like homemade play-dough. Doesn't taste of anything but doesn't hang around either. At lunch we get with it some green leaf vegetable chopped up fine.
    Dinner maybe beans and maize or plantains and carrots boiled up fine . Often some rice is prepared as well.
    Fruit forms no part of the diet. Fish has been served a couple of times, and recently some parts of chopped up animal have been included in the pot.
    Conventionally we would use our fingers to eat, but enough uncouth volunteers have visited that using a spoon is not frowned upon.
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  • Day428

    Tanzanian wildlife

    December 29, 2019 in Tanzania ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    Everyone knows that Tanzania is famous for its wildlife. The plains of the Serengeti are filled with flocking tourists, herding animals and solitary carnivores posing for their photos. One of the largest group are the toy Otas, usually peaceful but capable of running their prey to the ground with excessive bursts of speed.

    The Two-Tier Tanzanian economy is geared to these rich pickings, picking up a significant contribution to the debt repayment plan. For example, just to cross the Ngorogoro park on the way to the Serengeti costs USD73 each way. That is more than I paid for an annual National Parks pass in Australia. Most prices though are carefully calibrated to be the same as in Europe. I found a real, brewed coffee the other day in a Muzungu cafe, (Tanzanians only drink sachet coffee,) which cost me TSH 3000 about 1 Euro 20.

    If you haven't seen a Game Park I suppose it is worth it. Having seen the surrounding countryside and numerous pictures of the Serengeti, I find it rather like an extended Longleat, with stately tents instead of stately houses. The Kruger in South Africa is probably a better bet and my favourite was the Hluhluwe Imfolozi Park, though I visited in the last century so who knows what its like now.

    Here anyway are some of the less frequently photographed animals, starting with the compound beasts Tiger and Nala, both desperate for attention and sympathy but uncertain medical condition.

    The Secretary bird was morosely hiding in the centre of town guarding the German boma, (fortified house,) that houses the Natural History Museum.

    I found the flamingo in a puddle outside the art centre. Is this called irony?

    I have no idea what the green creature is. As soon as it realised it was to be in a photo it accelerated away into the wild.
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  • Day449

    South by South West

    January 19 in Tanzania ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    My internal alarm clock was as reliable as ever, waking me at 4 a.m. to catch a tuk-tuk at 5. I sat for 45 minutes watching the rain and wondering whether the pre-booked driver was reliable and would get me to the bus station on time. He was: to the minute.

    Now Johni and Bahati, my room mates, had both lectured me sternly about the dangers of being out during the dark and the prevalence of thieves and other miscreants infesting the bus station. They insisted that they would get up when I left and give the driver explicit instructions with dire threats about seeing me and my luggage on to the bus itself. They were sleeping peacefully as I crept out.

    In the event we arrived immediately in front of the Arusha Express bus as it reversed into its allotted parking space, so as soon as the door was opened I could leap aboard with my stuff. One or two tried to get my bag - to put it underneath or on the roof or who knows where, but the tuk-tuk driver Mroso Bajaji successfully fended them off.

    My choice of seat was behind the driver, but the bus layout plan had not shown the engine air intake and filter between us. It proved to be the same height as my bag on the floor, so after admiring the steam-punk instrument panel, I settled down comfortably to doze with ample legroom to stretch out. Alas, ample African buttocks had compressed the ancient foam cushion, eventually reminding me of the route my sciatic nerve takes from around my knee to just above my coccyx.

    The driver was obviously experienced and confident, throwing the 60 seater bus, (we cannot call it a coach, for they are reserve for the Dar es Salaam trip, "Royal class",) with verve and aplomb. Inferior motor bikes and tuk-tuks displayed their reverence for the king of the highway by moving onto the verge so that the bus could overtake without slowing down. All this I saw through the swirling rain and road spray, wiped into streaks by the tired wiper blades.

    Along the way we stopped at seemingly random places to collect country folk, people squeezing inside and bags of beans / maize on top, momentum being so grudgingly lost that the bus was away again whilst the conductor was still on the ground. It reminded me of jumping onto the back of one of the pre-occupational health and safety, quintessential, red, London, double-decker buses.

    The free flow of traffic on Tanzanian highways is impeded by two peculiarities: sleeping policemen and sleeping policemen.

    The first type are found buried across the road on the access to built-up areas, like mini town walls, or straddling vulnerable infrastructure like bridges. Initially this meant slowing down to 30 kph or so to negotiate the obstacle and then blowing a substantial diesel smoke trail as the bus commander gunned the engine. After a few hours the strategy changed in order to lose the minimum amount of velocity. This maneuver required driving on the on-coming side of the road and veering diagonally across the bump before flicking the charabanc inline. Particularly useful when passing trucks and cars, but I was glad not to be at the back of the bus.

    The second type are found comfortably waiting under trees on camp chairs with picnic items around them. They are to road users what fishermen are to fish, although in this case there is no alternative but to take the bait. It was sufficient to collect an autograph on the bus log and I guess the driver with the most signatures at the end of the month got a prize.

    Another delay though less frequent, (only 4 or 5 in 1000 km,) was caused by driving over single axle weigh bridges. 7,200 kgs front and 9,800 kgs rear if you are interested.

    Vehicles of character and a certain age frequently vociferate and this one had two squawks signifying disapproval. A loud banshee wail fading to an asthmatic wheeze as a speaker collapsed was caused I presume by an 80 kph bus speed limit. I wondered at first whether it was some sort of dead-man warning but since it provoked no reaction, I assumed that it wasn't. Or maybe it was and he was.

    Once on the undulating road in the hills South of Arusha, a second cry of protest could be heard on the descent when the engine braking system was electronically activated. It might have been the sound of a thousand horses blowing foam after a good gallop, or it might have been the engine breaking apart, but the driver kept it going until the very bottom of the trough whereupon he needed to grind down a gear to negotiate the upward slope. Who needs inertia?

    The schedule was so tight that rest stops were infrequent. We stopped once in a bus station where hawkers plied their wares through the windows of the bus; mainly peanuts, bananas and lolly water. I did notice the occasional fried something wrapped in the Guardian (Tanzanian version) but was not tempted. I brought some things with me to eat but never felt hungry.

    Once we stopped in the middle of nowhere for the passengers to relieve themselves in the bushes. The driver nipped out quick and was back almost before the people had alighted: I wasted no time and returned to the sound of the engine being revved up. Oh what fun to see folk flushed out of the foliage like pheasants frightened by a gun dog.

    The road down into Mbeya narrowed and the edges became ragged but we were due to arrive at 2300 hours and by golly we would. And we did.

    By this time I was happy to get out and even happier to be met by Brother Michael, from the Benedictine monastery which will be my next workaway. He did not waste any time but whisked me away to a diocesan hostel where I could spend the night for about 10 euros, including 3 meals.
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