I went back to Kikatiti. We found the kikaiti Happy Watoto Home.
I took my brother – three years younger than me, exactly the age I’d been when I went there three years ago – to find the orphanage. We just dropped in; none of the contact info that I had was still working. I’d seen the orphanage, or at least Continue reading
I am incredibly clumsy. It was a joke at the orphanage – I could trip over anything, anywhere, even if we couldn’t manage to see what it was I was tripping over. Bruises and skinned knees (and the remnants of sharpies tattoos) cover my legs. Yesterday, after my first morning in Arusha, showered, clean, in clothes I had just gotten back from the laundry, I set off into town, feeling great and ready to explore the city – and about three yards from the hostel tripped into a giant mud puddle, staining my pants and caking mud onto my toes and sandal nearly two inches deep. (No, Mrs. Colell – I didn’t manage to get a pictures. Next… Continue reading
I wasn’t really ready to leave Kikatiti – it had just begun to feel like home – but I’m excited about going to Mahale. It doesn’t feel like I’ve been here three weeks, either.
I’m in Arusha now. I’ve got a private room in the Meru House Inn (I splurged and spent a whole extra dollar for the luxury; at $7 I thought it would be ok with my budget) which is a great place. Arusha is a lot smaller than Dar but it’s quite international (it’s the stopover for all safaris and climbs) and even seems to have a large traveling-volunteer population. (All of the internet cafes and bakeries have discounts for volunteers, too.)
A couple of nights ago I opened up the pack of Sticky notes… Continue reading
(I’m not going to run out of greetings to start emails with.)
I’ve been given a Tanzanian name – or at least pronunciation. “Noelle” is pronounced “Noh-ehl-lah” and the kids (and teachers) all know it quite well. (Elaine, Claire, Sheila, Deidre – the Irish girls – and Cory have all had their names altered as well.)
I like the orphanage – the kids are incredibly well behaved and they sing and sing – at Church in the evenings and Church in the mornings and during the day. Two of the older boys rap together, but one of them is at boarding school so just Amadeus (I love the names they all have) rapped for us; he was… Continue reading
One of these days I am going to be in an internet cafe long enough to respond to mails as well as to just send them out – but it’s not today.
I am in Kikatiti now (well, the internet cafe is in Usa but I am staying in Kikatiti) at the Happy Watoto Home. It’s a great place – the kids are wonderful and the surrondings are really beautiful. The are five other volunteers there; Cory, an American from the Bay Area who has been there three weeks already, and four Irish girls who only just arrived this afternoon (and who have only been in Tanzania a few days, so they are very disoriented).
It… Continue reading