Meeting up with my SIT group upon arrival at JRO airport was
a breeze. It’s not too difficult to recognize a group of 20 girls (and a boy),
standing around with backpacks and dazed expressions that clearly told the
world that it had been 32 hours since their last night of sleep. We expressed
our expectations and confusion over what the program would entail as we were
fingerprinted and cleared for entry into the country by immigration
representatives, who looked less than thrilled to be there. We collected our
luggage and were introduced to program director Baba Jack and his assistant,
Oscar. They piled us into a bus, threw our luggage in the back of a land rover,
and we hit the dusty trail- literally. The pavement lasted for about 1/3 of the
drive, and then we turned onto a bumpy dirt road that bisected a sunflower
field. The drive alone assured us all that we were in for quite the adventure.
The first couple days at Ndarakwai Ranch did not disappoint! The ranch was
situated in a valley between Mount Kilimanjaro and Mount Meru. The views (especially
at sunset) were breathtaking. We received our first gifts of khangas
(traditional attire of Tanzanian women), went on a night safari drive (I saw my
giraffes!), embarked on countless nature walks, visited a Maasai village, and
learned, already, more than I think I would in an entire semester of normal
schooling. The staff is great, as are the other kids on the program. Tanzanian
life is (obviously) very different from life in the US. There are so many
things to get used to- bucket showers, removing sunglasses in the presence of
elders, sitting on the left hand so as not to use it at meals, and drinking
boiled water that tastes faintly smoky. Another thing to get used to is the
idea that, kila wakati ni wakati wa chai; every time is tea time! Baba Jack
informed us the first day that the best things that the British did for
Tanzania were introducing land rovers and daily tea time twice a day. I guess I’ll
be developing a taste for Kilimanjaro black tea before leaving!
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Giraffe at Ndarakwai |
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Dancing outside the local church |
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View of Mount Kilimanjaro |
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One of our teachers, Crazy Mike, sitting on an elephant skull and my favorite Escare, Jackson. |
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