Back to Chuck’s birthday – it was pretty low key, drank some beers, played some cards, ate some sambusas (samosas), attempted a dance party at NBC club, but no one was there and they had already begun stacking up chairs when we arrived. We ate the banana cake – yum. We stayed at this dumpy guesti with a fancy bar. There was no running water, so bucket baths, and cold ones if you were dirty at the wrong times, it was. Kat, Eric and I shared a room and slept horizontal on the bed, Kat and I wrapped in our shukas (masai blanket wrap things) with Eric sandwiched in between. It was just a few of us, and it was great fun.
The next day we hopped a bus to Katesh to go to the Goat Roast – a goodbye celebration for a bunch of departing PCVs at Justin Zs house. He lives in right in Katesh town but in a quiet neighborhood – perfect place for a chill weekend party. The bus from Kondoa to Katesh is one that I will never take again – the road was horrendous and dust covered everything. I was pretty surprised when we made it to Katesh with plenty of daylight. The guesti was painted Barbie pink and had hot showers, for a reasonable price. The Goat Roast itself was awesome – cornhole, Frisbee, music, me throwing around a football with my girly arms, Alana, Danielle and I enlisting a bunch of kids to play football with us, a giant fridge of beer – pay as you go (JZ has electricity, lucky sob), lots of new people and old faces, general hanging out, and oh yeah, the ROASTING OF THE GOAT.
Everyone that attended the roast (about 30 people I’d say) pitched in for food, and JZ ahead of time bought a large goat, named it ‘Dinner’ and fed it exorbitantly for some time before the Roast. Early on the 23rd, it was slaughtered by a professional – this guy had the greatest moustache in Tanzania – think twistable, skinned and roasted over coals for 7+ hours just outside JZ’s courtyard. They they dug a huge pit for the coals and watched it roast all day long while we drank, had a case race, and played lots of cornhole. When it was all good and roasty, they butchered it in the courtyard, and each of us had our fill with lots of leftovers. Mike decided it was a good idea to eat the tongue, supposedly the best part, but looking at Dinner’s charred head kind of creeped me out. The meat was extremely tasty – I recommend it if you ever get the chance. Later on, another meal of rice and ‘vegetables’ (veggies = potatoes, we were kind of peeved but it was still good) was brought, and the games and dancing continued into the night.
The night before we had excellent kitimoto – pork – at a local restaurant, so it was a weekend of really good food.
On Sunday we had tickets to go straight from Katesh to Dodoma for Zinduka training, which started on Monday. The bus, which was supposed to come in at 10:30am, arrived around 7pm. In the mean time, we were told strings of lies and exaggerations by the standi folks, which prevented us from making a new plan early on in the day. The bus had broken down – bad bearing, and was awaiting parts and repair, which they knew would take all day. Instead of disappointing us – i.e. helping us by telling the truth – the bus was always ‘right around the corner, it’ll be here within the hour’. The result being that we hung out at the standi all day, ate there, drank sodas and beer, laid in the sun, got more and more irritated with the bus people and with each other, and tried to think of alternative plans – all of which were VERY expensive and many of which may or may not have got us to Dodoma on time. In the end, we got the damn bus, which broke down again after 10 minutes, stopped for an hour, and eventually made it to VETA, our training site at around 230am. Needless to say, we were all trying our best to be upbeat Zinduka coaches at 8am the next day.
The Zinduka training was excellent – really the best PC trining I’ve received yet. Everyday was packed, the lessons were relevant, and our coaches (we each brought 2 people from our villages to be trained with us) all loved it. I was going through some emotional stuff, but was distracted enough most of the time to participate. Good training, but it was not an easy week – a lot of sleepless nights, avoiding the party, crying, but I pulled through. I went to Dar immediately to talk to the doc and get out of the Dodoma gloom. All I wanted was to be back in my vill, but it was really best for me to separate myself completely from PC and come down. You know how I’ve been talking about neverland? Well I think I’m coming back to earth these days
I only spent a few days in Dar. I did a lot of thinking – should I really still be here? I stayed with an expat and watched a bunch of movies – The North Face, Mona Lisa Smile, Step Up – the one with Channing Tatum (Hot!!) and a bunch of old Hannah Barbara cartoons – The Jetsons, TopCat, did some clothes shopping/gift shopping for the states (new jeans are way too tight, hoping to stretch them out so I wear them around the house), and organized my NEW EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE! Bought from minh, a pcv in Dodoma, and already FULL of movies and tv shows – WIN! I was trying my hardest to let things go, get back to an emotional/mental normal, then I got mugged on my way to meet someone for dinner.
I was waiting for a dala dala, but traffic was horrific, and so a few were passing – none of the line I needed – so I thought I’d cross the Selande Bridge to the next standi and I’d have better luck there. Well, right after crossing the bridge, mind you this is a day when I’m feeling pretty confident and awesome in TZ, I’m also feeling clever because I’d emptied my purse of anything unnecessary and had my phone and $ in my bra, I enter a strip of sidewalk next to a bunch of brush. I hadn’t noticed that I was completely alone, and some guy ran up behind me, grabbed my purse, which I was holding with my hands, and tore it off me, the shoulder strap completely breaking off as he did so. I screamed in terror, naturally thinking he could have a weapon or something more terrible would happen, but he was already running into the bush. I screamed ‘MWIZI!’ – thief, but no one was close enough to me to do anything about it. Then I remembered my $ and phone were safe and sound, so I yelled ‘HAMNA HELA!/NO MONEY!’ in a particularly snotty ‘haha stupid dummy’ kind of way. He turned and looked at me briefly with an incredulous look on his face, whether because I knew Swahili or because he had stolen a purse that would be useless to him I’m not sure, then continued out of site.
I didn’t lose my money, but I was pretty shaken up, and pretty pissed. I was soon surrounded by a bunch of Tanzanians who looked around for him, but it was no use. An older gentleman walked with me to find a bajaj, no way I was walking anymore. He did get away with my flash drive – recently backed up thankfully, swiss army knife, personalized Texas license plate mint box, chapstick, hand sanitizer, copies of ID and bank card, some phone voucher, my fav pen, a mirror, and a bunch of candy. <– all replaceable, but annoying nonetheless. Plus, I really liked that purse!
Ah well, I got to my friend’s house and he surprised me with a small tote from the LA natural history museum (new purse!), a flash drive, and a swiss army knife! Some people suck (ie thieves), but lots don’t. I’m so thankful for all the wonderful people in my life. We went to get sushi – closed 😦 then decided on Indian.
I spent a long next day at the police station and the bank, and boarded a bus the following day for Dodoma as I was ready to get home already! I Dom I stayed with Yue, a pcv, and together with Scott, a WFP intern and Minh we ate giant salads at Sipe – the Italian coffee shop/delicious things place. I had pretty bad diarrhea afterwards, but damn did it taste good. I made them watch 21 Jump Street, and I caught a bus to kondoa the next day. I stayed in Kondoa one night, as I arrived too late to catch my vill bus, caught up on typing, etc. and watched Zack and Miri Make a Porno – VERY entertaining.
Somethings that have been making travel easier these days: 1) Latching on to the old grandpas who drink Turkish coffee. If I can find those coffee kettles anywhere around, I’m usually in for good conversation, good(ish) coffee, friendly people, and no marriage proposals. Grandpas (babus) are quickly becoming my favorite people. 2) Latching on to mamas – too many marriage proposals today? Chat up some mamas = immediate support system. 3) Someone gave me their baby to hold on the way back from Babati one time. The little darling slept the whole way and was wearing the most adorable hat. Biological clock… 4) “If someone talked to your sister like that, would you like it?” – “Kama mtu anaongea na dada yako kama haya, utaipenda?”
Memorable event in the vill from a couple weeks ago – Zulea and I were looking at the stars one night, I was holding her, pointing and saying Nyota – which means stars. This word sounds a lot like Nyoka – snake, and being only 2 years old she was very nervous about the supposed snakes in the sky and kept looking to me for reassurance. We were examining the Milky Way when THE BIGGEST SHOOTING STAR I HAVE EVER SEEN streaked across they sky. It was incredible. Zulea shrieked NYOKA! and we gazed above us completely bewildered. I’ve been back in the vill now for 5 days, and have spent much of that time holed up in my house like a hermit – cleaning, reading (I got completely sucked into Forster’s A Room with a View and finished it in 2 days, now on to David Sedaris then Jurassic Park and the Fountainhead) and strategizing how to keep on keepin on in the village. I’ve been working and networking alittle, and trying to form stronger bonds with my friends here. I plan on spending most, if not all my free time here from now on. This really is a good place to be. I’m trying my best.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I am leaving again on Sunday for Dar as I made it onto the grants committee! It’s a good opportunity and doesn’t require me to be out of the vill to do it. I go from there straight to Merica, I’m ready I think!