Sunday Afternoon Continued…

Sunday, February 13, 2005
Sunday Afternoon-2.13.05

Sunday Afternoon-2.13.05After church, we had been invited to Jessicas house for dinner. She has been asking all week, so I know that it is important to her, but it is even more important to me! We walked down dusty roads until we got to a small dirt driveway. At the end was a small group of buildings made of brick. This is Jessicas home and fourteen people live here. The word family, in Tanzania, encompasses much more than it does in our country. Cousins are considered sisters, aunts are considered mothers, and a Tanzanian can routinely have thousands in their ‘family’.
As we walked through the buildings, Jessica introduced us to many sisters, friends, and children. There was fresh laundry hanging on the line, and several of the women are huddled over a small fire in the corner of the courtyard preparing lunch. Jessica’s mother came out and I adored her instantly! She looks just like Aunt Jemima on the syrup bottle, and she is constantly laughing and smiling. When we tell her how much we love her daughter, she just beams. The warmth and love in this family is so evident, and they immediately all made us feel at home.
We went into the main room of the home where there were chairs and couches covered in lace doilys. In Tanzania, very few houses have glass in the windows, and this home was no exception. Flies come and go and all of the sounds of the animals float through the room as we sit in sweaty little puddles. The heat outside is quite intense, but inside, the shade of the house makes it more tolerable. As Christy and I sat on the couches, we heard Jessica struggling with something large and bulky. With a proud smile, she carried a television into the room. Their home is one of the few that has power, and they are very proud to have a TV. She turns it on to the only available station and the sounds of a South African soap opera fill the room. We sat there trying to figure out who was marrying whom, and who was who’s daughter, and before long, Mama Digna (Jessica’s mother) came in with a tray of mugs and a pot of tea. As she poured the tea, I realized that I was about to experience yet another first. Tanzanian tea. Hmmm…..how do I describe this? Well, first you go out and milk the cow, then you heat the milk very hot, add a splash of tea and a spoon of brown sugar granuales. The result is the most…..um….earthy tea that I have ever tasted. Every few minutes, you would have to scrape off the film that had appeared on the top, and I managed to make it through ¾ of the mug before I finally gave up. It wasn’t that the tea was bad, actually it was pretty good! However, I have never had non-pasturized whole milk straight from the cow, and for a girl that finds it tough to choke down skim milk, this was really different!
After tea, Jessica took us out to show us the family’s animals. Three cows, a calf, many pigs both large and small, and a ton of chickens filled the pens in back of the house. However, it was the dogs that I loved the most! Tanzanians have a lot of dogs, but they are kept for guard purposes only. No one ever pets them or loves on them. At first, I was horrified at this, but I soon came to see that it is just a normal part of their culture. Earlier in the week, I had been telling Jessica about my dog Scarlet, and how she sleeps with me. Jessica was truly shocked and said that she could never imagine such a thing. I walked up to one of the dogs in her yard and started to pet it. It immediately rolled over and bared its belly for a scratch. As her tail wagged back and forth furiously, I told Jessica, “See….she likes it! It shows her that you love her, and the tail wagging shows you that she is happy!”. Jessica agreed that she would begin to pet the dogs of occasion, even though I could tell that she thought I was crazy!!! 
We went back into the main room of the house, and soon, low wooden tables were brought in, and lunch was served. We had brought our own bottled water, and the rest of the family drank tap water. Mama Digna opened a large steaming pot filled with rice, seasoned with onions, potatoes, oil, and a little beef. Alongside that was steamed greens, much like spinach, but with a different type of leaf. There were peeled cucumbers, tomatoes, and mangos, and it was all delicious!! I was really touched at how much work Mama Digna had put into the meal. Knowing that we cannot eat any raw fruit or vegetable that has not been peeled, she went to a lot of extra work for us!
After two helpings of lunch, we all declared, “Nimesheba, asante”, (thank you, I am full), and settled back into the couches. Refusing help with the dishes, Mama Digna cleared the table, and a few seconds later came back into the room with a tray held high. Stacked on the tray were six dusty, tall bottles of Pepsi and Orangeade. What a surprise!!!! I knew that we were honoured guests, but these six bottles of soda were a very, very special treat for the family, and I couldn’t believe that they were sharing them with us! Jessica’s father sat back in a chair with a contented sigh and took a long drink of his warm Pepsi. We all joined in, feeling very, very lucky.
After lunch, several of the younger children got over their shyness and came in to see us. We soon began to share the various childrens songs we knew and before you could say “Mary Had A Little lamb”, the entire family was crowded into the living room and we were teaching them the “Chicken Dance”! It was so much fun! We all laughed, and twisted, and wiped the sweat rolling off of our brows. At the end, Mama Digna declared that Christy was her Dada, (sister), and that I was her first born, Sarah was her second born, and Jessica was her third born! With that, she swept us all into a big giant hug and a new family was born. We laughed and called ourselves the Mzungu/Bongo family. Bongo is the word that is used for natives here, and this family was proud to adopt us into their own.
Soon it was time to head home, so we began to make our good-byes. Jessica said that her mother wanted to escort us home, so to please wait for her. A few minutes later, Mama Digna came out in a beautiful outfit and head covering. She was going to escort us in style! We set off down the road, ten of us holding hands and singing. We waved to neighbors, and scared all of the chickens off of the road. Half way home, The smaller children, including the little boy that had been holding my hand, headed back for home while the rest of us walked on. After a few minutes, Mama Digna stopped to help a neighbor with his cell phone and we kept going. We stopped a way down the road to wait for her and when she turned the corner, we all burst into a rousing rendition of the Chicken Dance for her! She laughed and clapped her hands while joining us for the remainder of our walk home.
The day was completely magical, and I cannot imagine anything this special happening for the remainder of my trip. However, who knows what Tanzania still holds? All I know is that it just doesn’t get much better than this!!
Love, Anna

Anna aka Mud Butt

A Rau kind of Sunday

Sunday, February 13, 2005
A Rau kind of Sunday

Note: This is out of order, but I have not had time to finish typing up Saturday and the rest of Sunday. However, I wanted to send this on so that you could read it! I will try to send the rest tomorrow!! Take care! Love, anna 

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Today was the greatest day! Christy and I got up early to go to church with Jessica. I was nice and clean, and off we went. Well, no one told us it was a two mile walk to church!! We walked very fast and I was dying of the heat, but it was wonderful. We walked on narrow dirt roads and through alleys framed in flowering vines. We dodged chickens and goats, and cut across newly-cleared fields of maize. At one point, we walked by a small store and picked up Jessica’s cousin, Baby. A young teenage girl, she kept telling me, “Oh, you are very fat!”. It would have been upsetting, but here, that is a very big compliment! Men walk up to me on the street and tell me I am beautiful! Seriously! It turns out that the size of a woman reflects directly on her husband. If she is thin, the village people tell the man that he is stingy and not feeding his wife properly. When a woman has a baby, for six weeks, she does nothing but breast feed. Her husbands job is to bring her food and wait on her hand and foot. At the end of six weeks, all of the men in town know that this is the day that the woman will wrap up her baby, put her basket on her head, and go to the market. They line up at the bars along the road and wait for her. She literally sashays down the road and if she has gotten fat, all the men clap her husband on the back and tell him he is a good man. How great is that!!?
Anyway, I digress. When we arrived at church, there was a large roof held up by concrete posts. There were easily 400 people sitting and standing under the roof singing. The church only owns a few benches, so most people bring a small stool from their home to sit on. Christy and I, being the only two mzungu there, were regarded as guests of honor, so several people went to get a bench for us to sit on.
You have to picture it¦a bright blue sky, cool breeze, and green trees and palms all around. Cows from neighboring homes are mooing and the sound of chickens and goats float through the air. The breeze smells like a combination of freshly-turned dirt, sweaty people, animals, and hay. The people look like a grand splash of every imaginable color known to man! Everyone is in their finest and there is nothing in this world that can rival the sight! Women wear multi-colored kanga and kitenge, two or three at a time, with no thought of them matching in the Western sense. Most women also have head wraps or scarves on, so the sight was quite brilliant.
This is a Catholic church, and mass was two and a half hours long. In Swahili.
At one point, I thought that they were saying the Lord’s Prayer, but an hour later, Jessica leaned over and said “This is the Lord’s Prayer now,” so I have no idea what was going on earlier. The singing was, at the risk of sounding terribly corny, heavenly. It was not like the music that I have heard in other masses. It was two and three-part harmony African singing. It was the one time on this trip I wish that I owned a tape recorder so that I could share that sound with everyone at home. Sickness, illiteracy, and poverty melted away. Hundreds of people singing together, in a church that they were building with their own hands¦.you could feel the joy emanating from the congregation. It might well be one of the most special things I have ever experienced.
Twice during the service, we all processed up to the make-shift altar to make an offering, once for the normal offering and once for a fund to complete the church construction. Each time, as I walked back to my seat, elderly women would reach out and grasp my hand. These women look like the pictures you would see in a magazine of any tribal elders. Wrinkles deeply etched, toothless smiles, and hands malformed by years of hard work and arthiritis. As I met each ones gaze, she first looked surprised and then delighted when I smiled at them. They seemed so grateful that I greeted them, but the truth was, I was the one overwhelmingly grateful.
Later, Jessica said that many people wanted to come greet us, but that they were ashamed that they could not speak English. Can you imagine?! I am in their country, and they are ashamed that they cannot speak MY language?! I am trying to speak as much Swahili as possible, so as to put people at ease. Until 20 years ago, there was a 98% illiteracy rate here in Tanzania. In the last 20 years, Tanzania has built many schools and a university, so the literacy rate has increased dramatically. However, it is a good chance that anyone over the age of 40 has had little or no education, and they are painfully aware of the fact. This is very evident when we meet people, and I am struggling with how to let them know that my meeting them is a much greater honor than they can imagine and that I am in awe of them regardless of their education.
This email has become kind of long, so I will continue it in the next one. For now, it is enough to say that this amazing day is just getting started!

Love, Anna
“When all is said and done here at the ending of the day, I look out on this world and it still takes my breath away…”
“Robin’s Song” Small Potatoes

Anna aka Mud Butt

Mud Butt Strikes Again!

Saturday, February 12, 2005
Mud Butt Strikes Again!

Mud Butt Strikes Again!
Saturday, February 12, 2005Today is the day that we have decided to go on a walking safari in Arusha National Park. Christy, Sonja, Jessica and I have arranged with our new friends John and Anton, to hire a Range Rover for the day. The truck is owned by Hans, a friend of John and Anton, and he picked us up at eight this morning. We rolled down the windows and took turns passing around our Ipods, sharing our different tastes in music and laughing as we danced in our seats. We sped through small villages, where people lined the road selling all manner of things. Saturday is market day in all of the small villages and everyone was out enjoying the day.
The sky was blue and a nice cool breeze was blowing as we pulled into Arusha National Park. The plan was to drive through the park til we got to the trail section, hire a guide, and see what we could see. We had not been in the park ten minutes, though, when all of the sudden, Hans slammed to a stop. We all looked up to see a herd of giraffes crossing the road in front of us. Oh My………….
There were probably ten or so of them, and they were right in front of our car! And were they beautiful?! They were graceful and elegant, and frankly, I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming! That was only the beginning, and before we even got to the parking area for our hike, we had seen monkeys, wart hogs, gazelles, water buffalo, and zebra. Yes, Christine….I saw a Zebra for you!! I hope that my pictures turn out!
I would have been very happy with that, but we still had a hike to do, so we drove on til we came to the ranger station. We were required to hire a ranger for 20.00, and when he walked up with a rifle longer than he was tall, I understood why. This was no zoo, nor was it Disneyland. We were visiting the animal’s home, and there was nothing to protect us from them without the ranger along . Our ranger’s name was Aulied, and his rifle has a crudely-carved stock, and looked about a thousand years old. As he talked to us, his gun swung around indiscriminantly, and after I ducked for the third time to avoid being in the line of fire, I asked him how many tourists he had shot by mistake! Luckily, he said none, so I decided to place my safety in his hands and off we went. We hiked over a small river and though a bog before finding ourselves right up against another herd of giraffes. We were so close to them, and they seemed very content. If one of us got too close, they just wandered away. After whispered exclamations and pictures all around, we continued on. We walked by a herd of water buffalo and Aulied explained to us that if there are only one or two water buffalo, it is very dangerous, but if there are more, then it is not.
Soon, we climbed up a ridgeline and over into a ravine. We walked along until the ravine came to a dead end. From 100 feet above, a waterfall fell from the rocks and we took turns dancing in the rainbows created by the falls. The water was cold and clear, and it was shady in the ravine. It turned out to be a beautiful place for a rest, so we all sat on rocks and talked. I teased the guys about having girlfriends, and watch Hans and Aulied try to climb the rocks.
It was beautiful and relaxing, and all of us hated to get going, but go we must. Aulied had to get back to another group and we had more animals to see! As we walked along the stream created by the falls, shadows and sun mixed with hundreds of tiny white butterflies. It was truly idyllic until Aulied held up his hand for silence. There he was…….. a water buffalo standing all by himself. We could tell that Aulied was taking this very seriously and we followed him off of the path, out of the way of the buffalo. Unfortunately, ‘out of the way’ led straight into a bog! Small clumps of grass were all that separated our dry feet from a knee-deep soaking in slimy mud, and Aulied explained that we needed to step exactly where he did. He pointed at me and said ,”You first!”. This is not fair!!! Didn’t he know about my reputation for grace and finesse when it came to hiking around mud?!?! But, he didn’t care. He pointed down at a tiny clump of grass, grabbed my hand, and motioned for me to go. Go, I did………into the knee-deep mud! You had to know it was going to happen! That would not have been so bad except I started laughing and fell in with my other foot! Now I was knee-deep in the mud with BOTH legs, and I could not stop laughing! John and Anton each grabbed a hand and started pulling, but this stuff was like cement! I was crying from laughter, they were pulling, I was getting deeper, and no progress was being made! Finally, I stopped laughing long enough to tell them to stop pulling me, and was able to step out of the mire. Now I was black from the knees down, but I didn’t mind! It’s not like I haven’t been this way before! But, Aulied would not stand for it. He grabbed a bottle, dipped it in the giardia-infested, water buffalo water and proceeded to pour it all over my legs and feet. While he was pouring the third bottle-full, I realized that he was using MY water bottle!!! Ugh!! Well, so much for that bottle!!! In any case, I was soon reasonably clean and we hiked the rest of the way back to the car. We were all tired and sun burned, but very happy.
When we got back to the car, we sat under some trees and ate lunch, each passing around what we had brought. Wilfred, our cook, had made us wonderful box lunches, so we passed around chicken, samosas, potatoes, and sandwiches. I held up a black round thing and asked what it was. Turns out it was a passion fruit! Anton showed me how to peel and eat it, and I have to say, it was really good! It tasted like all of those passion fruit-flavored candies you have ever eaten, only better!
After cleaning up the remnants of our lunch, we headed for Arusha to go to the market. We were about ten minutes from town when a very loud chuga-chuga sound started coming from the truck, and it started jerking back and forth.
Uh-oh…..this didn’t look good! I read a book that said that all of the cars in Tanzania are old and tend to break down a lot, and that breaking down was just part of the adventure, so I settled back to see what was in store for us. Not ten minutes had passed when another Range Rover pulled over and stopped. It turns out that the driver was one of Anton’s friends, and he had seen us at Arusha. He was taking a gentleman from Colorado to the Park the same time we were there, and he recognized our truck on the side of the road. Minutes later, we were all piled in his car headed for the market. Hans stayed with the truck with promises to pick us up when he had fixed it.
When we arrived at the market in Arusha, we said goodbye to our wonderful rescuer. As he took off, we turned to see about fifty Tanzanians staring at us from their respective booths and blankets. We walked two steps and the air filled with the sounds of Masai women shouting, “Sister….sister….come look here….I have children to feed……my favorite sister…….”. It was something else!!! As I started to peruse the booths, I decided that it was time to get my feet wet when it came to buying stuff Bongo-style. Bartering here is a very important way of life. If you try to buy without bartering, they really won’t let you. They prod you with sentences like, “I say 20,000, and now you come back with a lower price and we will meet in the middle”. It is hysterical! I have my own moral dilemma because arguing over the difference of two dollars with a person, knowing that that two dollars can make a serious difference in their day, takes all of the fun out of it for me. However, Anton pulled me aside and assured me that they weren’t going to sell me anything without making a profit that they were happy with, so off I went.
I must say, I was pretty darn good at it! Even Anton was impressed when he found out how much I paid for stuff!! My first day here, I heard a man from New York bragging on the Masai tribal cloth that he had purchased. He said that the Masai wanted 50 dollars for it and he got it for $35. I only paid $6 for mine, so I don’t know what HE was doing!  The best thing, though, was the last purchase of the day. I wanted some little beaded boxes from the Masai women to bring home for souveneirs. As soon as I started talking to one of the women, I was surrounded by five women saying, “My sister….my sister…” and pulling on me. I put my hands in the air and went, “Yi…yi…yi!” very loudly. They all burst out laughing and settled down. I explained to them that if we could all come up with a price that I liked, then I would buy one from each of them. They all scrambled for their blankets and began filling my hands with boxes. We all laughed as we traded boxes for money, and everyone was happy. Who says you need to speak the same language to communicate?!
Anton came over to say that Hans had the truck ready and was coming to get us, so with loud good-byes, we left the Arusha market and its wonderful vendors. I really hope to go back one day! The drive home was long and quiet. Everyone’s iPods had died and we all sat back soaking in the warmth from our sunburn as we watched the sun set on Mount Kiliminjaro. The sky was full of deep purples and the smell of hay and maize filled the air. My eyes burned with a mixture of dust and tears. I am in Africa.

Love, Anna
“When all is said and done here at the ending of the day, I look out on this world and it still takes my breath away…”
“Robin’s Song” Small Potatoes

Anna aka Mud Butt

Why am I in Africa?

Saturday, February 12, 2005
Preface

Preface:There are several reasons why I am in Africa working with children. First, I have baby fever BAD!! I want a baby! And since I have not found Mr. Right yet, I figured I better make good use of all the love I have to give and come where it might be needed! second, I saw Oprahs special on giving Christmas to children in South Africa a year ago. I knew that I could not do somthing that big, but that I could do something, so this is it!
Last, but not least, I spent many years reading AT books before I finally said “I am tired of reading about these people, I want to become one of them”. Along the same lines, I have spent years reading books about women who travel the world and follow their hearts. I got tired of reading about those women and decided that I was going to be one of them. So far, it is really working for me!
I am in Moshi, Tanzania for almost four weeks working through an organization called Cross Cultural Solutions. It is kind of a mini-stint in the Peace Corps, (their words, not mine). It is a group that works to better a communtiy through involvement and forming self-sustainable programs, rather than just one time donations. I am really proud to be here, and am loving it! Hello to all and I will be home soon!!! Love, Anna aka MudButt

(Transcriber’s note: Quote that crossed the desktop this morning, and seemed to directly apply:

“When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.”
— Patanjali (c. 1st to 3rd century BC)

Anna aka Mud Butt

Africa Questions

Friday, February 11, 2005
Your Africa Questions

So now is the time to answer all of your questions! This is the email that
tells you everything you wanted to know, (and didn’t care to know!) about living
in Africa!!First, though, a disclaimer……
The volunteers here at CCS live like kings and queens. I am not kidding. Everything I tell you about my own personal living situation might sound really different from the US, but it is a great deal better than any of our neighbors here in the village have!

Food:
The food we eat at the CCS house is fabulous! When they described it, it sounded like a hoity-toity restaurant that caters to the rich and famous. “All locally grown, seasonal, organic vegetables and fruits, along with fresh meat that is absent of any and all chemicals and steroids.”. Can you imagine! Actually, the food is very earthy. Breakfast is just bread and fruit and peanut butter, so I start each day with a peanut butter sandwich. The peanut butter is not like home, though.
It is runny and gritty and threatens to glue my mouth shut each morning. I think
it is how peanut butter is supposed to be. Two days a week, the cook gets eggs
from some of our neighbors, but I have not tried them yet. Every other one has
already been fertilized so you know these are the real things! Coffee is instant
so I have pretty much given up on that. I do miss good coffee!! And the milk is
unpasterized, whole milk, for those that drink it. (Not me!)
Lunch and dinner are pretty much treated the same way. There are usually two
or three casserole dishes made of potatoes or pasta, beans, and vegetables, sometimes
with a bit of meat mixed in. There is alway Ugali, which is the main staple of
the Tanzanian diet. Ugali is like the stiffest, blandest mashed potatoes you have
ever had. It really has no taste, but tastes like whatever you eat it with. The
typical way to eat it is to scoop a dollop up in your right hand, (very important- do not eat with your left hand!) and use it as a type of spoon to scoop up a stew.
I have had it several times and I like it.

The best part of the meals is the avocado and the fruit. We have fresh avocado at least once a day and it is soooo good! But the bananas, watermelon, pineapple, and mango are really amazing!!! Several people have given me mangos as gifts and they are like tasting heaven! The Tanzanians do not really do dessert, so except for the fruit, there is nothing sweet to speak of. You can buy candy bars at a few places in town, but it is too hot for me to eat chocolate!
Needless to say, our neighbors are not starving, but live on a very limited diet.
They get quite a few fresh fruits and veggies, and many of them own chickens and
livestock, so that is where they get their meat and dairy. I have not seen any
cheese at all, and needless to say, there is no such thing as fast food!

Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.

Money:
In Tanzania they use Tanzanian Shillings for currency, but most places will
also accept US dollars. However, things cost more if you pay in US. There is aproximately
1,020 shillings to the dollar, but for the sake of description, I will use only
US dollars. Prices are, for the most part, extremely low. An example of my daily
expenses:
Internet- $1 per hour
Beer- 70 cents per large bottle
Samosas for lunch- 30 cents apiece
Dala dala ride (bus)- 20 cents
Diet Coke- $2

Wait a minute!? Did I say $2 for a diet coke!?!? You bet I did! Anything sold
to a muzungu (white person) is at least twice the price, and since no self-respecting African would drink diet coke, they charge extra!

Everything and anything is negotiable, pricewise. No one would ever expect you
to pay the first price they quoted you, however there is a mzungu price and a local price. When someone tells me the price of something, I look at them and say “Muzungo bei….hapana!” which means ‘white person price…no!’. Then they laugh and give me a lower price.

It is fun, but when it comes to serious souvenier buying,
I take one of my new african friends and let them do the negotiating for me.
That has worked out beautifully because my Swahili is nowhere near good enough to
go into the market!! Any time I go in, I get surrounded by merchants shouting at
me, which is a little tiresome after the first few times, so it is best to take
a local friend. They just chase the merchants away!
Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.
Bathroom/Shower Facilities

Remember how I said we live like kings and queens? Well, we do. Keeping that
in mind…..the facilities are not what we are used to!! The toilets are the same,
but there is no water pressure, so they don’t really flush. As a result, you have
to put all toilet paper in a trash can. It is interesting. Most homes and businesses,
however, have a latrine of some sort. The guys won’t let us go in the one at Deo’s,
so I have no idea what they are like. However, at the school I am teaching at,
there is just a bucket with sheets draped around it.
The shower is a shower. But, due to water pressure, only a trickle comes out.
So we have a large bucket in the shower stall and I wet my hair with the water running
out, and as the bucket fills up, I shampoo. I use a beautiful handmade wash cloth
that the Carter women gave me to scrub everything, and when I am done, I dump the
bucket over my head. I have to say, it does the trick!
Brushing teeth, we simply have to use bottled water. One guy has already messed
up and brushed his teeth with the tap water and as a result, spent a good part of
the evening in discomfort. We do not drink the water.

Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.
Transportation:
We have a CCS van that takes us to and from our placements each morning, and
we stuff it full of people!!! It is a 12 person van, and we routinely have 19-20
in it. There are very, very few seatbelts in Africa! However, since 99% of the
roads are dirt with HUGE pot holes, we rarely get over 30 mph, so it is quite safe!
In our free time we have three options. Walk, Dala-dala, or taxi. The Dala-dala
is also a 12 person van, but they routinely stuff 25-30 people inside. The rule
is, ‘there is always room for one more!’. When they go down the street, you will
often see people hanging off the sides and men sticking out of the windows. It
is hysterical! I have not been on one yet, but I am planning to take one back to
the house after this email so I will let you know how it goes!
The taxis are their own form of amusement! The other day when we were in the
market, our Tanzanian friends agreed to help us get a taxi. As soon as we walked
up to the taxi stand, we were surrounded by me yelling at us and holding their respective
car doors open. Anton, one of our friends, said, we will go to the next one, so
we walked down another block. He put us in a taxi and off we went.
Here is where it gets really interesting!!! Now, here in Tanzania, people drive
on the left-hand side of the road….kind of. Seeing as how all of the roads are
dirt, and littered with HUGE potholes, (did I mention that they are HUGE!!?), the
general rule is to drive on the best part of the road. It very often turns out
that they best part of the road is the sidewalk. I am not kidding. So we get in
this taxi and take off towards Rau. The driver is going about 30 mph and veering
wildly all over this wide, wide dirt road. Women with huge baskets of bananas on
top of their heads are getting out of our way quickly as we lurch down the road.
The ashtray falls out of the door, the window is rattling like crazy, and from the
back of the cab, all I can hear is this loud ‘chucka-chucka-chucka’. After our
third foray onto the sidewalk, and our first into someones actual front yard, I
started laughing uncontrollaby. The funnist thing is, this is not unusual in the
slightest!!! We made it home safely, and it was the most delightful ride of my
life! Oh…and it cost $2.

Weather:
It is unbelievable hot.

Well, I hope that has answered some of your questions! Life here is wild and
crazy and lonely and frustrating, and, most of all, fullfilling. Thank you all
for your emails….they are lifting me up!!!! I love you!!! Anna

Anna aka Mud Butt