EQUATORIAL SUN

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.

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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.

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UPDATE ON THE CENTER/HOUSE:

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.

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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.

MISS YOU ALL!

<3LOVEANGE

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2 responses

5 07 2011
Sabrina

KEEP THESE COMING!!!! I can almost hear your voice telling me the story if I just stick in a “dude” every 3 sentences or so! Also, did you get your foot henna fixed? and you got more? How was the massage??? I really wish I would have had time for that!

Did you get a picture of the dreadlock Massai people?? I wish I could’ve seen that! I really didn’t notice anyone with dreadlocks when we were in Zanzibar!

I literally LOL when you talked about the stray bullet thing at the Rwanda tribunal. I think I would have laughed too!

I HATE to mention it again but PLEASE search the HELL out of our room for my memory card!

I miss you and Africa! It’s great to be home but weird at the same time. Give all the kids a HUMUNGO hug for me!!! Like for reals, give them a hug and say this is from Teacher Sabrina. lol!! Let them know I’m thinking of them!

I’m going to continue to stalk your blog. just fyi!

also, happy 4th!

sab

7 07 2011
Ben

Wow. You are doing it right. I wish I would have done something like that when I was your age. I was too busy chasing girls and getting drunk to stop and do something meaningful. Love and miss you. B

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