Wednesday, September 2, 2015

If Anyone Is Wondering

... with whom I am sharing a Coke while in Africa.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Stay Away From Western Tanzania

Western Tanzania is a great many things, but it is definitely not a place you should visit.  

Sunrise over Sitalike, near Katavi National Park

Many people would say Western Tanzania is something to survive: grueling 10-12 hour bus rides on some of the worst roads I have ever traveled, connecting dusty towns with 10 light bulbs lit at night (I counted); squat toilets; and no running water, let alone any that is hot.  So definitely stay away from Western Tanzania.

"Road" between Sumbawanga and Sitalike

How big vehicles going opposite directions pass each other on 1-lane dirt  roads

But Western Tanzania is not something to be only survived.  It is not worthy of only surviving.  It is worth so much more.  So stay away.

The people treat "wazungus" (white people; foreigners) like people, not attractions or worse, dispensers of money, food, candy, pens or paper.  You know why?  Because we don't come here.  I went five days without seeing another non-Tanzanian and a lot of guest house operators couldn't tell me when the last non-Tanzanian had stayed there.  So don't give them someone to remember.

Since we don't come here, it's not a show or an attraction or an industry, it's just life in Tanzania.  Occasionally very primitive, always incredibly dusty, and region-wide noticeably poor, but full of dignity and enterprise and energy.

Carry the day's water home at dawn in Sitalike

Madam Luz's bar

Waiting for someone willing to pay for a ride in Sitalike

Fellow passenger beneath the seat in front of me between Mpanda and Kigoma

Collecting drinking water out of Lake Victoria at dawn in Katonga

Water taxi in for repairs in Kibirizi

Sidewalk CNN in Kigoma

Water taxi port and dry dock in Kibirizi
Bus station food court in Sumbawanga

Katavi National Park

Keeping a look out for elephants and poachers in Katavi NP
If Western Tanzania taught me anything, it is how much tourism has changed (read: ruined) various places around the world because by comparison, Western Tanzania is unchanged.


So stay away from Western Tanzania.  We'll just ruin it too.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poor Man's Safari

Since every day didn't get a post, nor did they all deserve one, I wanted to provide my basic itinerary for those interested.  As I put up more posts, I will link places on this list to those posts.

Dar Es Salaam
Sitalike via Tunduma and Sumbawanga
Katavi NP
Mwanza (by ferry across Lake Victoria)
Nansio (by ferry)
Mwanza via Bunda
Serengeti (2 days)
Kilimanjaro (8+ days)
Lake Naivasha, including Longonot Crater and Hell's Gate NP
Kericho via Kikopey (lunch) and Nakuru
Homa Bay via Kisii
Mfangano via Mbita (ferry)
Kisumu via Mbita and Luando Kotieno (matatu and ferry)
Nyaharuru via Nakuru
Isiolo via Wamba
Malindi via Mombasa
Lamu (bus then ferry)
Zanzibar via Dar Es Salaam (bus then ferry)
Dar Es Salaam 

NOTE: The word "safari" is actually Kiswahili (the main non-English language of East Africa) for "journey".  Africans use it unironically all the time, as if the word doesn't label an industry which has irrevocably changed their countries.  I only did one industrial safari - 2 awe-mazing days in the Serengeti for which I paid 120% of one month's rent.  The rest of my time in Kenya and Tanzania was the unironical kind of safari: a journey.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Out Of Africa, Onto Carpet

It's amazing what you don't remember to miss.  I haven't walked on carpet in more than 60 days.  I didn't even notice until I landed at Dulles airport a couple of hours ago.

During my sojourn, while internet was occasionally available, it was not of the quality necessary to hold a website and upload the pictures and videos I would want to.  Instead, I "blogged" on my iPad.  Over the next little while I will be posting, in chronological order, as I wished I could have while away.

Suffice it to say, all together it was pretty amazing trip, even without carpet.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Best Traveled Spoon In The World

I have a spoon that I stole out of my dorm's dining hall in 2003.  As a permanent fixture in the catch-all pocket of my hiking backpack, it has been to England, Qatar, Nepal, India, China, Japan, Thailand, and Burma.  It's predecessor, which was stolen from me mere months after I stole it, traveled to Germany, South Africa, Namibia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Mozambique, and Swaziland, before hitching a ride with someone else near the border of Angola.

This many years, miles, and flights later the spoon portion is a little flattened, as is the handle - so maybe it's a knife now.  In a pinch it could probably be a fork too.

My spnirke wants to travel again, so away we go.  I go where my cutlery tells me. Eastward, garçon.  Beasts in the East Begins.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Bye Bye Buc-ee's

A year ago today I left Texas.  Totally unintentionally I have been saving a special treat to mark this anniversary.  You know how bride's save the top tier of their wedding cake in the freezer to eat on their first wedding anniversary?  Like that, but for the first divorce anniversary.  Damn it's going to taste sweet, and not just because it's from Buc-ee's.

Not that I've ever been divorced, but I imagine that not all divorces wipe clean all the best memories.  What do I miss every day?

#1: Longhorn Masters
#2: Food
#2a: BBQ...Cooper's beans, Franklin's brisket, Black's hatch green chile sausage
#2b: Taco Deli's tacos
#2c: Torchy's breakfast tacos
#2d: Juan In A Million's Don Juan taco
#2e: guacamole, slightly spicy, in abundance
#2f: Freebird's burrito salads
#2g: Phil's Icehouse burgers
#2h: fresh, handmade corn torillas
#2i: those tortillas (preferably El Milagro) with literally anything in others words, tacos
#2j: Buc-ee's
#3: Mel

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Doctor Who?

How many Rx's does it take to keep a privileged, white woman alive in eastern Africa for two months?

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