Safari!

I must apologize for not being diligent about keeping this blog site up to date! I've been in Tanzania now for two months and much has happened in that short amount of time! The first weekend in November, eight wazungus, myself included, set out on a safari to Ruaha National Park; a three hour drive west of Iringa. I had always thought it'd be neat to go on an African safari, although I have to admit, the idea of sitting in a vehicle looking at animals all day didn't sound overally appealing. I quickly changed my opinion, however shortly after seeing the first giraffe! Seeing these animals up close in their natural habitat is absolutely amazing! We were very fortunate and got to see many different animals -including four out of the "big five" (lions, elephants, buffalo, and a leopard -there are no rhinos in Ruaha!) We had a wonderful time, I would recommend an African safari to anyone coming! Two highlights from the trip included seeing a pride of lions devour a freshly killed zebra, and spotting a leopard who was mid hunt, stalking an impala!

And that is all I'm going to write about our safari...I had written a nice, long blog entry and was just waiting for the internet to be fixed to post it, when, quite suddenly, my memory stick decided to spontaneously delete everything that was on it. bye bye music, bye bye blog entry!

Dead rats and bats...essential elements to any kitchen!

It's been a while since I've had the chance to update this site, so before writing about the amazing safari I just went on, I feel I ought to bring everyone up to speed with what has been hapening these past few weeks!

Two tuesdays ago (I believe it was Oct. 24) Andrew, Jen and I made our way to Usolonga, the remote village situated 70 km north west of Iringa. Our goal for the two day visit was to clean out the house, meet the local 'government', and introduce ourselves to the teachers and students at the local primary school where we'll be teaching basic health care and nutrition. It doesn't sound like much, and one wouldn't think that it would take two days to accomplish such seemingly simple tasks, however, this being Africa, we have come to expect delays! We started cleaning as soon as we arrived and worked diligently for a few hours. Everything was covered in a thick layer of cement dust and bat droppings, not to mention spider webs and spiders. The house hasn't been lived in for a few months and has recently undergone minor construction; we now have a drop ceiling (which will cool the place down considerably as well as deter the bats from taking up permant residence) and the outside brick has been plastered with cement (to prevent the mud bricks from crumbling!) Needless to say, the place needed to be attacked with cleaning supplies and a broom! The most interesting room to clean was the storage room, where our food and kitchen supplies will be kept. The above picture was taken AFTER we'd been cleaning it for a good hour! I have yet been able to take an "after" picture, as it will require another few hours of scrubbing before reaching our standard of cleanliness! Among the more exciting things we came across, besides the ant infested food and dead rats and bats, were live bats. Andrew and Jen took turns killing, then disposing of the live ones, while I watched and provided moral support!

As we were making our way into the centre of the village later that day, we were greeted by many children, who, for the most part seemed very excited to see us! (one little boy started to cry as soon as he saw us and ran away as fast as he could, he was about three or four years old -I guess we scared him...) One of the cutest things was two small children (about three years old) who ran over to see us and to "shikamoo" us, and the one little boy reached up for my hand and kissed it! (to "shikamoo" someone involves greeting an elder by saying "shikamoo" -a term of respect which literally means 'to bow and touch someone's feet'; in the village, the children "shikamoo" those older than them by reaching up and touching their head). So not only does a trip to the village entail a lot of waving and smiling, there's also a lot of bending involved!

We finally got to meet the local 'director' of the village (on our second attempt) and made our introductions. Our next stop was the primary school, where we were greeted by a mob of 50+ students, who quickly formed a large animated circle around us. . .I have a feeling that teaching there will be quite the experience! We met one of the teachers and discussed starting dates; we'll be sitting in on a few classes this month in order to get a feel for the teaching environment and methods, and will hopefully start teaching by the end of November!

We left the village late Thursday afternoon and had a pretty uneventfull trip back to Iringa (no goats or motorcycles to pick up along the way!) Although we only spend one night there, we were happy to get back to Iringa, where the temperature is much more bearable and we had access to a nice shower and 'proper' washroom facilities! (Not that I'm complaining about the facilities that are available in the village! I'm thankfull for the small room with a drain that will serve as our 'bath in a bucket' "shower" and our squat toilet!)

Cooking lesson with Betty

Last Friday, instead of our regular language class, Betty taught us how to cook, Tanzanian style! Everything was prepared and cooked in true tanzanian fashion -headpieces and all! The kangas which we are sporting, are used for many different things; it is their main dress, headpiece, scarf, shawl, towel, baby carrier, and apron! A very multi-purpose piece of fabric!

Our day started off with a trip to Mama Kiri's (a lovely Tanzanian women who is a friend of the Wingfields -she's also taught me how to bake bread over a charcoal stove!) Our mission was to fetch a chicken and bring it with us to Betty's. Thankfully, Andrew was able to drive us that morning -I couldn't really picture us three *wazungus walking across town with a live chicken in tow! (*wazungu is the swahili word for "white people"...ie. any foreigners) Joe named our chicken Dorothy, and did a great job of holding her down in the backseat of the car!

Before our cooking session began, we were all outfitted with kangas! The first thing Betty taught us how to make was chapaties. There's a lot of rolling and oil involved -but the end result is well worth the effort! We also made homemade chai, coconut rice, pilau, a pea medley cooked in coconut milk, a beef dish, deep fried chicken (sorry Dorothy!), steamed spinach and tomato, plantain and ugali! It took seven hours in total, preparing everything by hand -literally, and cooking everything over little charcoal stoves. I had underestimated the time and energy that goes into making a meal here! I can't imagine doing that everyday! (Although it is rare that one would prepare such a feast daily!)

We called it a day around four o'clock and went home to rest for a few hours before heading back out for yet another meal...this time at the Bishop's house! Although we were pretty tired (and very full) from cooking, dinning with the Bishop and his wife was a lot of fun! The Bishop, who is in charge of the Diocese of Ruaha here in Iringa, is also the arch-bishop of Tanzania -he's a VERY busy man! He's also one of the friendliess, most laid back person I've met here! We had a very nice evening and hopefully we'll be able to visit with him some more while we are here.

All in all, friday was a very eventfull day - one with many highlights that will be remembered for a long time!

It's been a month!

It’s hard to believe that I’ve been here for a whole month already! There have been many exciting things keeping us busy in addition to learning Kiswahili (which is coming along quite nicely, just not as quickly as we’d like!) Two weekends ago we had the pleasure of attending our first Tanzanian wedding…what an experience! I’ve posted the pictures and tried to give an explanation for each of them! There were a variety of bright colors, loud music and a lot of dancing! It was also our first time eating a traditional Tanzanian meal, Tanzanian style- with no utensils! Although I do have to admit that I cheated and accepted the fork that was later offered to me! Jen and Joe were troopers and enjoyed eating with their hands along with all the other guests! Last week we were fortunate enough to tag along with some fellow ex-pats and visited one of the orphanages just outside of Iringa. We had a quick tour of the grounds and got to meet and chat with the main caretaker and some of the children – a few of us got lucky and were able to join in on a short soccer match! Although these kids have come from very dire circumstances, you would never know it based on their huge smiles! It’s encouraging to see a well-run facility that is providing these kids with the opportunity for success!

I’m currently in the process of learning how to drive –Tanzanian style! (i.e. on the opposite side of the road and somewhat aggressively!) I’ve been out driving a few times now, and so far haven’t killed anyone! It’s not as bad as I first thought it would be, I guess one is able to slowly become accustomed to the craziness that is the driving here! Speaking of ‘craziness’, we’ve had a few ‘exciting’ encounters with Betty’s (our language teacher) next-door neighbor! We’ve been told that she is bi-polar and usually makes her rounds to every house on her street demanding them to pay rent –even though she doesn’t own any of houses! We’ve also been informed about a few other interesting things she likes to do, however we were not warned about her tendency to throw rocks at our little school hut! We have been a target a few times in the past few weeks! Luckily she’s only managed to hit the outside of the hut, so I don’t think we’re in any real danger –it just provides an interesting twist to language learning! We finish class Monday (October 22) and then Jen and I will be heading out to the village on Wednesday for a few days to get better acquainted with the dispensary and those we’ll be working with. After we’ve settled in and become more familiar with village life, we’ll gradually work our way up to staying a full two weeks in a row. Over the next few weeks, we’ll be going for a few days at a time only –we’ve been told that this gradual introduction to village life has proven to be the best way to adapt successfully! I’m sure I’ll have many stories in the near future about my integration into village life! I’ve been hearing about people’s experiences and I’m excited to see for myself!

All you can do is laugh...at yourself!

Learning a new language has proven to be quite challenging at times but it has also given us a few good laughs! One of the first things we learnt to say, besides “habari” (how are things?) and “assante” (thank-you), was “sielewi” (I don’t understand). This little phrase has come in handy as often we really don’t understand what is being said! Now in Swahili there are many words that sound and look the same but mean completely different things (so we’re finding out!). The word “sielewi” stems from the verb “elewa” (understand), so we didn’t think anything of it to say “silewa” (you are supposed to add ‘si’ to the beginning of the word to make it negative when it is in the first person) to people when we didn’t understand what was being said. People would usually smile encouragingly or sometimes laugh and would slowly repeat what they had just said. The other day while in language class we all had an “aha!” and “oh-oh” moment at the same time . . . it turns out our “silewa” phrase actually means “I’m not drunk”!! It only took a few seconds to realize that by omitting the “e”, we were telling people that we were not drunk instead of telling them we didn’t understand! There have been a number of similar incidents since, for example I was trying to use “kusini” (south) in a sentence but kept pronouncing it as “kuzini” (which means adultery!). Another word that we kept misusing was “taka” (verb to want); we would say “tako” (which means buttocks!) –talk about making a sentence awkward! I’m sure there will be many more incidents when we’ll completely butcher the language and make interesting statements and/or requests!
Although it has been challenging and we’ve been cramming a lot of grammar and vocabulary into a short amount of time, we’re slowly getting the hang of it!

Ten passengers, one motorbike, one land cruiser and a goat named Hubert

We had a day off from Kiswahili class yesterday in order to visit Usolonga, a remote village north west of Iringa where Jen and I will be working. Our 8:30am departure only got delayed an hour as we had a few things to pick up in town to bring to the village. After collecting the medicine, cement, kerosene and a boy who wanted a ride, we were on our way! The drive there went smoothly, it was very humbling to see how people lived – the mud huts, miles of barren land and the countless children were a lot to absorb. I was in for another reality check upon arriving in Usolonga. (They weren’t kidding when they said ‘remote’). Usolonga is separated from the surrounding villages by a river that is unfortunately not passable by car as the bridge was destroyed by flash floods during the rainy season. We got to meet the doctor and two nurses that work at the dispensary (essentially the entire staff, minus Simon, the administrator who is currently on holidays). Andrew took us for a walk through the village to meet the preacher’s wife and to see the local church and school. As we were walking, the children would run out to meet us and would continue to follow us around – so by the end of our little ‘tour’ we had a faithful posy of at least 25 children! I’ll have to take some pictures of the church! It is essentially a very long, narrow mud hut, with little rows of clay humps along the inside walls for seating. Looking at the ‘building’ I would guess that it would hold approximately 50 people comfortably, but I am told that at least 150 people show up on Sunday mornings!! We ended up staying for three hours, meeting new people and seeing the ‘sights’ (which at the moment resemble a desert but during the rainy season should be beautiful and green!) Our ride home was VERY interesting – a true Tanzanian experience that I’m sure we’ll see a lot! We had five additional passengers on the way home; a carpenter (who was working on the house we will be living in), a couple and their 8-year old son (who were attending a wedding in the city) and a goat named Hubert (the wedding gift). Aside from the occasional wail from the goat, who was tied up and laying in a very large basket, the ride wasn’t too hectic. . . until we drove by two men and a motorbike. One of the men happened to be the village’s ‘mayor’/chief so of course we had to stop. The bike they were riding had a busted rear tire. After much deliberation and attempts to fix the tire, it was decided that the best thing to do was cram the motorbike into the back of the land cruiser and bring it to the nearest village to get fixed. That was the original plan, but after fitting the fairly large bike into the vehicle, they decided that there would also be room for everyone (ten people in total) and the goat! Needless to say, the ride back was not very quiet! The African concept of “there’s always room for one more” will take some getting used to!

In Iringa at last!

After two days of travelling and four hours of sleep I finally arrived in Iringa! The trip was long and tiring, apparently I don't sleep well on planes! The most interesting part of the journey was the drive from Dar Es Saalam (Tanzania's capitol) to Iringa. We took a bus (something similar to the Greyhound) for the eight hour trip -what an experience! I thought driving in Mexico was hectic. . .but it turns out it is nothing compared to the driving here! I don't think there are any rules, at least none are enforced. I quickly had to remind myself that God was in charge and we'd survive the craziness that is traffic! Along the way we passed through a natural game reserve where we saw zebras, elephants, monkeys and giraffes! AMAZING! We arrived in Iringa on Tuesday night (Sept. 18) and where shown our living quarters for the month while we are in language school. Wednesday and Thursday were spent touring around Iringa, exchanging dollars into shillings, purchasing cell phones :) [my number is, from Canada: 011 255 76344 9750] meeting some of the people we will be working with and general orientation. Today, (friday) was our first day of language school -talk about overwhelming! We have lots of studying and practicing to do over the weekend! Training school runs from 8:00am to 12:30pm with a half hour break in between. The afternoons will be spent practicing what we've learned and completing the homework assigned. Although Kiswahili will be challenging, I am thankful that I have the pronounciation down pat! (It is very similar to french and spanish:)
So, the first three days have come and gone and were quite enjoyable. The weekend will be full of trying out our newly learned kiswahili words and familiarizing ourselves with the city.
Until next time,
Take care,
Sacha