The Mbeya trip started in a peculiar way. I got woken up very early that Saturday by my colleague's panicky call of 'Where are you, Natalija, the bus is leaving ?!!?' My angry and sleepy answer was 'But I thought leaving time is 12.30h!!!!'
It seems that after three months of being here I still misread the time on my bus ticket, which stated clearly SAA 12.30 and not 12.30h. Meaning, it was written in Swahili and not English time, where 12.30 means half past six in the morning.
Luckily for me, the bus had a flat tyre that needed to be changed, it delayed a bit and I made it! Unfortunately for me, the bus had some few other minor technical problems as well (such as no brakes), which is why we arrived to Mbeya after sixteen (16!!!) hours of travelling. I am telling you, after 12 hours I just sort of fell into a coma! Tanzania really is an incredibly big country.
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Making sure the luggage gets in... |
Mbeya has a small, small city centre were people are not used to screaming 'Mzungu, mzungu!' every time a white person passes by. The life is slow, traffic jams unheard of and the sun really comfortably warm. The best part of Mbeya, however, are the surrounding mountains, covered with eucalyptus forests and maize fields. Nothing, not even such a thing as an ongoing workshop, could stop me from climbing them every day!
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Loleza peak of Mbeya mountains |
The workshop itself was, so I am told, a success. The disabled teachers, who were being educated on the rights of disabled people, participated enthusiastically. As for me, the Kiswahili was too difficult to understand... I observed and learned by seeing.
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The official photo... Find me if you can > |
I came home with a serious cold and a nasty bout of diarrhoea, only to find Stefan in bed with malaria. We are two sick, sick wazungus now...