5 07 2011

So I realize I haven’t updated in a while. That’s mainly due to the fact that I’ve been living a sickkkkk ass life… and also never have internet.

BUT anyway, lots has happened since my last post! However, I’ll only talk about a couple things. And one of those things, my friends, is this magical magical place called Zanzibar. If you feel like it, soundtrack to this post is F*** Her Gently by Tenacious D. After you listen to that song, you will realize why.

Anyway, for those of you who don’t know, Zanzibar is an island right off the coast of Dar Es Salam (largest city in Tanzania). It’s surrounded on all sides by crystal clear Indian Ocean, which I have found to be a lot saltier than the other oceans. The sand is so fine and soft, that you could probably use it as flour. The sun is blazing hot and bright because Zanzibar is basically on the equator, so instead of getting a nice tan, most people just get a cancerous burn (YIKES).

But Zanzibar is about 95% Muslim and 5% Christian. So all the women wear hijabs and all the men heckle you if you show shoulders and/or knees as a mzungu (besides the beach). It’s also freaking awesome. They have the bombest fish curries and sweet ass henna. Once I can upload pics, I will post the bomb tats I got when I was there haha. The henna in Zanzibar is also pure black, none of that off-color red Indian stuff. I got pretty obsessed with henna, and in the end almost got henna sleeves lolz.

Fun Fact: The Masai Tribal people in Eastern Africa usually have shaved heads (male and female), however in Zanzibar they all have dreadlocks. It was pretty much the coolest thing ever. Also,all the men that lives/works by the beach has the name Rasta-Baby. I can’t even begin to explain how many “Rast-baby’s” I met.

But in any case, I got an hour-long deep tissue massage on the beach, and then had my nails done, got some MORE freaking henna, tanned, and played a lot of beach volleyball while drinking pina coladas. Basically I was in paradise for 5 days. Even though I was in Africa, it wasn’t a T.I.A. moment (THANK GOD). However, I was trasported back to the real world when the people at the “spa” had to stop in between pedicures so that they could beat a squid to death right outside the tent… for dinner.


So a little fun fact for all who don’t know this, but Arusha is the location of all the Rwanda war crime trials for the United Nations. From about 9-12pm you can sit in on the Tribunals that occur with other courts across the world. Today we went to go watch a deliberation they were having via satellite with The Hague in the Netherlands. Security is MAD strict. You can’t bring in any bags at all, and absolutely no cameras. If you bring in a phone it has to be completely shut off. Also, you have to show your passport to be able to enter. The guy at the security desk at the front told us to take out our phones, and any stray bullets we had in our pockets. I laughed. Hysterically. Then realized he was being kind of serious. It was awkward x 1000000.

Anyway, due to technical difficulties we ended up just sitting in the viewing room watching a whole bunch of UN judges sit around playing Solitaire on their laptops or texting who IDK might be their BFF JILL (if you get this reference, you rock my socks off). Then when The Hague finally got back on the satellite, they spent another 20 minutes trying to get everyone’s sound working. Eventually after about 1 1/2 hours we left. So unfortunately I didn’t get to see any Rwandan criminals pwned, but it was cool being there nonetheless. And it definitely made me realize that even though it was the UN, it was still freaking Africa.



The Secondary Schoolers are finally back! Yesterday they gave me some sweet ass corn rows. I felt pretty gangster. Also, I’ve learned some new Swahili phrases over the past couple of weeks. One such word is “SharroBarro” (sp?). In short it basically describes a wanna-be gangsta. There are a few qualifications that go along with it, but needless to say I have been throwing that word around left and right. Because I’m a mzungu people usually just laugh and shake their heads. However, I have a strong feeling that it’s not necessarily a good term.

Also, the houseboys (again, uncomfortable with that term) are very interested in why it’s okay for male/male and female/female relationships to occur in the States. Tanzania (and I’m guessing most of Africa) is incredibly homophobic. But of course I love making them uncomfortable (they’re so bashful!), and telling them all about gay sex.


Anyway, I don’t really have much else to say. My time in Tanzania is unfortunately coming to a close. Only 1 1/2 weeks left until I have to leave! For all its faults (and believe me, there are many), Africa is pretty freaking cool, and I’m going to miss it so much.

But okay, there’s time later for melancholy reflection. Now I need to get ready to take a freezing cold shower and prepare myself for karaoke. WOOOOOT.




Dark Ages and No-Fun Cold Showers

24 06 2011

Alright so basically this post is being created to rant about the fact that Tanzania is stuck  in the dark ages. For some reason, the government has decided to be assholes and deny the people of Arusha the pleasure of having electricity. For the past 5 nights we haven’t had power. While at first it was fun to eat dinner by candlelight (so romantic oh em gee), and all huddle around the lantern in the living room for some gossip and Two Truths and a Lie, now it’s just a huge pain in my ass.

When there’s no power, that means there’s no power. Just think about that. Right now you wouldn’t be able to read this if there was NO POWER. You would also probably die because oh em gee you can’t watch the newest episode of So You Think You Can Dance (is that show even on anymore?). But seriously… here are just a FEW things that come with having no electricity at night:

  • You can’t see… anything: Considering I live in the jungle, there’s not a whole lot of moonlight/starlight/light pollution/anything at all. Try keeping a daily journal when you can’t see anything at all. VERY DIFFICULT.
  • Peeing becomes terrifying: Try peeing in the pitch dark in a bathroom that looks like a scene out of the movie Hostel. Yeah… I always consider not washing my hands just because that would mean less time in the scary death/rape/murder bathroom.
  • No charging your electronics: So no playing Bejeweled on my iPhone or listening to Kaskade on my iPod. It just means a whole lot of silence. Also, MY TANZANIAN PHONE NEVER HAS BATTERY, which becomes quite the nuisance when I’m trying to meet up with people in a foreign country I don’t speak the language of.
  • COLD SHOWERS: Although this seems fairly self-explanatory, I’ll just describe what a cold shower in Tanzania feels like. So for all those people who think Africa is hot year-round, think again. I wake up shivering literally every night. While the days can get up to 75 degrees sometimes, it’s usually about a solid 70. At night though, it can get down to 50 degrees or colder. So imagine taking a FREEZING COLD SHOWER in the PITCH BLACK in a bathroom that people have probably been CHOPPED UP in, and maybe you can understand what a cold shower is like here. Not only is it 50 degrees, but the windows are always open (because TIA), and the wind gusts in at random times. It definitely makes me understand why people don’t consider showering a top priority here.

So while having no electricity can majorly suck, there is one pro… going to sleep at 8:30pm. And if you guys know me well, you know that my day doesn’t usually start until around that time. When I have an Arts and Crafts class to teach to 20 kids under the age of 5 at 8am though, it’s definitely a huge plus.



I am now finished with my second week of teaching an Arts and Crafts class to the students at the Center. There are 3 classes:

  • Baby Class (and yes they call it that officially) – ages 3-5
  • Intermediate – ages 5-7
  • Class One – ages 7-14 (that one is a special case)

My schedule is:

Monday 8am: Baby Class

Tuesday 8am: Intermediate

Wednesday 920am: Intermediate

Thursday 920am: Baby Class

Friday 920am: Class One

The classes usually consist of using crayons, construction paper, and the rainbow in multiple ways. I tried to teach Baby Class “ROY G BIV” and they had a bit of difficulty considering their alphabet pronunciation is a little off. I will write out what each letter sound like…

A: ah for apple

B: boo for boy

C: kh for cat

D: dee for dog

E: eh for elephant

F: foo for fish

G: goo for girl

H: ha for house

I: ee for impulse (???? there are many other easier words that start with i haha)

J: gee for jug

K: key for ket (I still have yet to figure out what a ket is)

L: lee for leg

M: mmm for man

N: knee for net

O: oh for orange

P: poo for pan

Q: quee for queen (lulz)

R: rrrrr (rolled r sound) for ruler

S: see for sun

T: tee for tap

U: silent oo for umbrella (yes they literally call it silent oo)

V: voo for van

W: woo for watch

X: ksss for x-mas tree (also could have found better x words)

Y: yee for yam

Z: zeh for zebra

Sooooo… yeah. Teaching is difficult. But the kids are awesome so it makes it all worth it. I’ve started implementing time out in Baby Class and it seems to be working. Nobody ever says that discipline doesn’t work! But okay no more time on my internet 😦




19 06 2011

So, lots of things have been happening since my last post. However, before I say anything about that I’m going to explain a phenomenon called “This Is Africa”.

“This Is Africa” or “T.I.A.” is a fairly self-explanatory statement. However, it’s usage is fairly varied and ranges across a wide number of oddities. When anything goes wrong, the rote reply is “T.I.A.”, meaning that when anything weird happens, it should just be taken in stride since weird shit always happens in Africa.

Some instances that I’ve come across are:

Me: This beef tastes and feels like plastic

African Person (AP): T.I.A.!


Me: Oh man, I just got ripped off by this taxi!

AP: T.I.A.!


Me: That man is literally pissing into the wind on the side of the road…

AP: T.I.A.!


Scene: Making our daily peanut butter sandwiches for the kids at the orphanage.

Me: There’s mold all over the bread and a fly in the peanut butter…

Another Volunteer: Dude… T.I.A.


Scene: Sitting in a parked car in the middle of a darkened red-light district alley.


Everyone Else in the Car: MMMMmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhh T.I.A.


I’m guessing you get the gist of T.I.A. by now. Whenever there’s a WTF moment, it’s brushed off as T.I.A. Honestly, it’s kind of growing on me. A motorcycle can be flying down the sidewalk towards me at 100 KPH and it’s not really a big deal because, well… T.I.A. Or we can be at a nice dinner (literally 30 minutes ago) and the entire city experiences a rolling blackout. OR (this one is a little upsetting), the house I’m staying at can be on hour 37 of no electricity, and it doesn’t really faze me.

So yeah, if anything ever goes wrong in life, just think… some weirder shit is happening in Africa.



So after careful deliberation, I’ve decided to sponsor a child at the center. It’s $85 a month ($35 for education and $50 for health and welfare), which is a fairly good chunk of change for a recent grad. But I figure it’s worth a lot more to them than it is to me.

The girl I want to sponsor is one of the older kids from the center. She doesn’t live at the center, but boards at the secondary school. She’s 16 years old and INCREDIBLY intelligent. She has these rings burned into her cheeks, which is a sign of a Masai Tribe. The Masai are the indigenous people living in Eastern Africa. They are traditionally a nomadic tribe, but are slowly changing to a stationary people. They live out in “The Bush” and are denoted through the markings on their face, the holes in their ears (from large ear-expanding earrings), and the bottom two front teeth missing.

Fun Fact: I learned today that the reason they remove the bottom two front teeth is twofold

  1. When they’re too sick (unconcious, etc.) to open their mouths, they can be fed and given medicine and water through the gap in the bottom teeth
  2. Masai people (when kissing), don’t believe in using tongue. However, they poke the tip of their tongue through the small hole at the bottom, and this is considered erotic (SO SEKSI).

So anyway, Masai people are polygamists. The women are INCREDIBLY subservient to the men. Some men can have over 20-something wives. I personally met a woman who was one of 10. They all live in these huts made out of mud, grass, and cow dung that they call “Boma’s”. There are 2 beds (read: cloth on floor) in each Boma: one for the wife and one for the husband. The husband will choose his “entertainment” of the night, and the woman will come to his bed in the Boma for that night, then return to her own bed. When a visitor comes to the village, the husband gives him not only a Boma for the night, but also the “attentions” of the woman living in that specific Boma. The children that these women have are considered to be “property” of the male, and if the wife ever leaves, the children are in possession of the husband regardless of abuse or living conditions.

So the girl I want to sponsor, Neshpai, was living in this type of situation. When she was 12 her father was going to force her to marry a man in the village. She refused, and was beaten brutally for her indiscretion. She ended up running away and was taken in by the orphanage. She was then kidnapped by her family, and forced to have sex with another man in the village. She was rescued again by the family, and is now thriving in what we consider to be about 9th/10th grade.

While her story is awful and heart-wrenching, it’s incredibly common in Tanzania amongst the Masai tribes. So anyway, I figured that I would give just a little bit of what I have to make her life a little better. There are tons of kids that the orphanage supports that aren’t sponsored, so as I make more money I hope to be able to sponsor more kids.

But in any case, for those who have some extra cash on hand, email me if you feel like sponsoring a kid! The bond between sponsor and orphan is a very strong one, and has the extra benefit of being tax deductible ;).

But okay I miss and love all of you!



14 06 2011

Okay not really, but HOW FREAKING AWESOME would it be if I had? I’m pretty sure we sang EVERY SINGLE SONG from The Lion King over and over again on Safari. And literally everything we saw, we had to reference it back to something we had seen in The Lion King (TLK – and yes it needs to be acronym-ed because I will be referencing it constantly) . Definitely necessary.

So on Friday morning bright and early we left Arusha and headed towards Tarangire. It reminded me A LOT of the Pride Lands from TLK. It was pretty flat, and went on forever. There were trees here and there, but it was pretty much just some tall grasses and a whole lot of desert. There were about 129047294953457219845734901537 zebras and wildebeest. SO COOL. But honestly, there’s only so many black and white animals you can see before it gets a little monotonous. So to make things easier I’ll just list out the animals we saw


  1. Wildebeest – SO MANY
  3. Elephants – So… there were these massive elephants that like walked right in front of our Safari Truck. We ended up following them for a while. SO FREAKING COOL.
  4. Lion (Simba) – IT WAS EATING A ZEBRA OMFG
  5. Monkeys – Lots of types
  6. Birds – So many, and so pretty!
  7. Giraffes – So cool! And shy.

LAKE MANYARA – It was (obviously) a lake, so there were trees galore! But we actually didn’t see a whole lot here.

  1. Baboons – SOOOOOO MANNNYYYYYYY. And there were so many little babies. ADORABLE.
  2. Elephants
  3. Wildebeest
  4. Giraffes
  5. Birds
  6. Warthogs (Pumba)
  7. HIPPOS – They were far away, BUT little known fact: Hippos kill more people in a year than any other African animal. They are INCREDIBLY territorial, and will not hesitate to eat your face off.
  8. Yellow Bellied Bustard – I SWEAR that’s actually the name haha.

NGORONGORO CRATER – Okay so the crater is literally a huge crater. Way back in the day (like… before the Atari and shit), it was a massive volcano. The volcano erupted, wrecked a whole bunch of shit up (like Liam Neeson in EVERY MOVIE EVER), and turned into a huge gaping hole (LOLZ). You have to go up to the top from the outside, then go down again on the inside. This… was the best day. Hands freaking down. Keep reading and you will see why.

  1. Buffalos – LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS.
  2. Zebras – I literally pet one out the window. And then it tried to kick me. But omg so many
  3. Wildebeest – Little known fact: Wildebeest and zebras hang out together because the wildebeest is good at finding water and the zebra is good at detecting predators. So basically they’ve created a natural little gang (like the Crips)
  4. Giraffes
  5. Cheetah – I was craving Cheetos for some reason 🙂
  6. Rhinos – SO COOL. But they were far away and literally just sat there
  7. Hyenas – We kept seeing packs of 3 which is TOTALLY like TLK. Also, hyenas kill the baby girls because they’re a matriarchal society, which is why the female hyena in TLK was the leader of the pack! Also I have a video of the female crunching on the leg of a wildebeest haha.

And because it was so cool, I have to have a separate entry for it. We saw over 15 LIONS WOOOOOOO!! The first 2 lions we saw were a male and a female together. They were just sleeping in the middle of the road, so we were like RIGHT next to them. So as we’re all freaking out over how close they are, the male lion WAKES UP. He’s just checking out the 15 safari cars that are by him, and he’s so unconcerned with everything. Our car was like RIGHT by the female to the point where all I had to do was stick my hand out of the window and I would be touching her. So, retard that I am, I stick half my body out of the window to try and get a picture next to her. I got yelled at by every single safari driver there, and then was forced to roll up the window haha. So like I said in my earlier entry, I would have been one of the 99 people out of 100 that gets eaten by a lion. But anyway, the male lion gets up and actually walks to our car… not to eat us but to sit in the shade of our shadow. Basically, it was the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me.

So anyway, that was safari! It was totally worth every penny (thanks mom&dad!!!). The food was awesome, and we got to sleep in a tent under the stars. The water we used to shower was brown though… so that was weird. But everything else rocked my socks off! If you guys ever have the opportunity to go on safari, TAKE IT. And take me with you too 🙂

So I’ll try and post again soon because I really want to talk about a phenomenon called “This is Africa” or “T.I.A.”, but I want to spread out my posts haha because I’m not interesting enough to be funny for that long. But yeah, definitely email me if you want to know more about anything! MISS YOU ALL!


Peeing VS Untucking

9 06 2011

So Tanzania is still pretty awesome, but is sort of starting to get on my nerves at times…


Seriously. Stop.

Everywhere you go in the city, random people come up to you and ask you how you are and where your from BLAHBLAHBLAH. Then they unroll these little bamboo mats they have and show you the 91237939407124 paintings that either they or their brother has done, and would we maybe like to purchase one. Well unless all black people are related (like all Asians), THEN YOUR BROTHER DID NOT PAINT THESE. I have deduced this fact from the experience of having been shown maybe 1923801230821 paintings that ARE ALL THE FUCKING SAME.

So unless I literally see you (or your brother) painting it on the side of the street in front of me: I. DO. NOT. WANT. IT.

On another note, I’ve taken to telling Africans that both Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan are my cousins, and that I am a master at Kung Fu. Oddly enough, I think they actually believe me. Obviously my popularity in Tanzania is rising daily.

Just to answer a few questions about my situation here: I am not by myself! So never fear! There are other Americans with me that are also experiencing the awesomeness and shittyness of Tanzania. Actually, we’re all going on Safari together tomorrow. WOOOOOOOOOO!

Itinerary of Safari Trip:

Friday: Tarangire

Saturday: Lake Manyara

Sunday: Ngorongoro Crater

I’m so freaking excited! There are going to be 7 of us going, and hopefully we’ll get to see the Big Five which include:

Lions, Leopards, Rhinos, Buffalos, & Elephants

The guide told us that only 99 out of 100 people get eaten by a Lion. Obviously he was joking… I think. Tanzanian humor doesn’t get translated that well into English…

But anyway, that’ll be super fun. I’ll just try and refrain from parading myself in front of any deadly predators.


So now I’ve finally figured out the system of the electricity at the house. The electricity will go out anywhere from 6pm-7pm (time of reckoning). If the lights go out, then they will be out all night and all day until around 3pm where they will miraculously come on again. They will then stay on all night until about 6-7pm where once again they will go out. So basically, electricity sucks here, and is only on at night every other day. But you get used to it. If you actually want to take a hot (lukewarm) shower, prime showering time is around 5:30pm.
Also, I would like to explain to you readers the phenomenon of the mosquito net. If any of you have every legitimately had to use one, then I feel for you. Every night before bed I have to tuck the net around my bed, which takes anywhere from 2 minutes to 20 minutes (depending on my mood, as well as if any bugs have entered my domain during the day). Sometimes I forget to use the bathroom beforehand, and then it’s a struggle of wills: Peeing VS Untucking.

I have to weigh the options between using the bathroom, which means I have to untuck all of my hard tucking work, or staying in my nicely tucked bed with the fear of pissing myself in the night. Honestly, at this point I can’t really tell you which one I usually choose. It’s been about 50/50 thus far, and will probably stay at those odds for the foreseeable future.

Also, I’ve officially decided I hate both monkeys and dogs. All freaking night the monkeys are either jumping up and down on the roof (which is made out of sheet metal), or screaming out mating calls (and yes I’ve had this confirmed). The dogs, who are attack dogs (O.O) bark all night at the jumping/mating monkeys. Therefore ALL NIGHT LONG it is a jungle cacophony of dogs and monkeys yapping and screeching away at each other. Obviously this is incredibly conducive to sleep. NyQuil and Benadryl have become my two new best friends. They are perhaps the only things I would untuck for.

But besides the annoying things about Life in Africa, it’s still pretty damn cool. The next installment will hopefully be filled with wondrous accounts of the animals and scenery from my Safari. If not, then I will literally kill someone. Or a monkey.


Bongo Flava

5 06 2011

So it’s Sunday evening here, and I’m finally back at the orphanage. This weekend was filled with laughter, wonderment, tears (sort of), and a whole lot of WTF moments.

Update on the children:

  • They’re still continuing to eat popped balloons 😦 and have now moved on to eating bits of styrofoam (YIKES)
  • One of the orphan girls was playing with a toothpaste box (SADNESS) in lieu of any real toys
  • They wash all of their own clothes BY HAND with just a bucket of water and a bar of soap
  • We ran around in circles holding hands for about 15 minutes until I got dizzy and almost vomited lol… they thought it was hilarious

So anyway, more info about Tanzania… the public bus is called the Dala Dala and is basically a large run-down van that is supposed to seat around 16, but gets filled with about 34 people (that’s the highest I’ve counted). People are literally out of the door holding on to the ceiling trying with all their might to hold on. Saturday we went to the waterfalls in Marangu which is about 3 1/2 hours away. We took 2 DD’s each way, and at one point my head was hanging out of a window because it didn’t fit in the van. YAY for African traffic safety laws!

The waterfall we went to was probably the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to. We had to climb over rocks and trek through woods (and stop by grandmother’s house on the way) for about 4 miles to get there. Then to get to the actual waterfall area you basically have to rock climb down the side of this mountain with only flimsy bamboo railings to keep you from plunging to a muddy rocky death. Then once you get to the waterfall, to actually be in the nicer areas you have to swim across the river while 80 mph freezing rapids are trying to tear you apart. This entire time the stones on the river floor and bank are puncturing and bruising your bare feet. Then after basically being on the brink of death for about 3 hours, you have to climb back UP the muddy mountain and go all the way back to the city.


If I could live there forever I would. It’s literally paradise on earth. I would have Cabana Boys bring me food and drinks, and just sit by the waterfall and look at the 32894712918429 rainbows (and by which I mean 2). It literally almost killed me getting there (I was pulled under the current at one point), but WOW it was worth it.

But okay, enough about scenery and landmarks blahblahblah. What I’m sure you all (the 3 people that read this… thanks Ben!) actually want to hear about is the nightlife… which has inspired the title of this post. Bongo Flava is what they call Tanzanian music. It’s a bit tribal, and a whole lot of R&B. Another little anecdote about Africa: everybody here can dance as if they were doing it since they came out of the womb… which is exactly what happens. The kids in school since songs all day long and play games, and all of them include hardcore booty shakin’.

So once again I was the only asian girl there (I saw 2 azn men WTF?!). And once again I must reiterate that African men are incredibly friendly. I won’t go into details (for obvious reasons… mom&dad), but it was SO much fun. Even though people do grind on the dance floor, it’s not as nastydirty as a Thursday night at Feve or a Friday night at Finny’s. Everybody just wants to dance and move their bodies. It’s pure fun and I absolutely love it! You can just let go and have a good time. And the music is ridic good. You can’t help but love it.

But okay the power is slated to go off in about 5 minutes (BOOOOOO) so I have to cut this short. New posts sometime this week soon.

Miss all of you!!


2 06 2011

Sijambo friends!

Finally in Tanzania. I arrived 2 days ago without any complications, and have been getting a crash course on life in Africa.

Yesterday we walked around the city for like 4 hours. We got phones, bought WATER (omg need so much water), and little things for the kids. People here are incredibly friendly… especially the men (O_O). I’m pretty sure I’m the first Azn most of the people here have ever seen or talked to. The following dialogue will explain why I feel this way.

Scene: walking down the road at around noon-ish with another girl here from the States (Sabrina), and a person who works for my organization (Tanzanian – Idi). A HUGE (what I presume to be) trash truck is stopped by the side of the road that we’re walking along.

A man in the truck starts speaking rapid fire Swahili as we pass by. By this time I had already learned to ignore it mainly because it literally happened like 18903712894713094 times already that day because of course they need to comment on the foreigners walking around. Idi starts laughing and turns around to me and says that someone wants to talk/meet me. Obviously I’m down to meet anyone so I turn around.

The guy jumps probably 15 ft down onto the sidewalk from the truck. He comes up to me and I shake his hand… which he precedes to hold for the next 15 minutes as this conversation is going on.

Truck Man: kasdhf kasdlfhsdkafghfweiophfewugw hairsg h aw riogwebgsdaiogbsioabgiobvo radiofh aosdkg sadg

Me: O_o?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

Truck Man: sdiohasd gjwraghweiogwbhgioasbgs ogbaiog brgawirog bioabg oiar g


Idi: *laughs histerically*

Truck Man: (to Idi in Swahili, which I understand) Help me!

Idi: He says that he wanted to meet you because he loves yellow people (I taught him that little gem earlier in the day).


Truck Man: iodkfsadklhfsdaklfhsdkl hsadklfh skld hsdal hsadk hsklahfkdh skladhasldkh alskdh klasdhfaskdl

Idi: He says that he is very excited to meet you because every time he follows yellow people to try and talk to them, they run away screaming because they think he’s going to ROB THEM!


Truck Man: kosafhsdjkfhsdkfhd sdiksj osdj aj osdj ospaj ksdjfksdlfjsdklfjskl

Idi: He says he loves you and wants to marry you.

Me: ……………………………………lolz?

Idi: (to Truck Man in Swahili) Bye…

Me: BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. (pulls me hand out of his and runs away as if he is robbing me)


So… that’s what walking around downtown Arusha is like. This happened… a lot.

But anyway, last night went to the orphanage area . WOOOO! It’s a little ways off the beaten path, and is basically situated in the jungle. Sabrina and I took a nap, and when we woke up around 7pm or so, the lights were all out. Apparently blackouts happen literally every day at some point. Night is the worst though because you’re in the jungle and it is madddd PITCH BLACK. So we ate dinner by candle light, and got ready by the light on our phones. It’s… interesting.

This morning we walked up the mountain (quick 10 minute jaunt) and stayed in class with the kids. THEY ARE SO FREAKING ADORABLE OMFGWTFBBQ. They call me “Teacher AnJEYla”. It might just be about the cutest thing in the world. The are so fascinated by my hair. They played with it all morning and kept stroking it and braiding it (<3). I gave them some balloons I had bought here as well as a bunch of little plastic racing cars. LOVED THEM SO MUCH. The littlest things go a long way. Too bad some of them started eating the popped balloons… it was weird. We taught them how to write the numbers 21-40 (obviously I am enriching young minds).

Tonight apparently, all the foreigners (as well as a good amount of locals) are hitting up a club called Via Via. I’m excited to try Tanzanian gin (Unyagi… or something like that). We have to travel in packs here though because you CANNOT walk by yourself here at night, no matter where it is.

But in any case, I HAVE A CELL PHONE HERE. You can call me anytime during the day (7 hours ahead of EST) by dialing 011255766916892. Hope to hear from some of you!