Spice and nice...

(No internet last night, so I’m a day behind.)

Our day in Zanzibar started with a drive to a spice plantation about half an hour out of Stonetown.  Many fruits and spices are grown on plantations around the island, and Erin’s rafiki of yesterday, Abdul, had arranged for us to have a tour and lunch at one of them.  (Yes, they actually DO use the word rafiki, which makes me giggle every time I hear it, much to the annoyance of everyone, I am sure.) 

Zanzibar

We started the morning at the hotel in Dar es Salaam.  After another interesting car ride down a street filled with the biggest potholes I've ever seen, we were on the way to the ferry station to buy our tickets to cross to Zanzibar.   We made a quick trip to a "mall" where they have a Subway (unheard of treat for Erin the last four months) and then we waited for the ferry.

The crush to enter the ferry was a claustrophobic experience I'm not eager to repeat again.  Everyone in the place (there were hundreds) all got up and converged on this tiny "gate" area where people went through one at a time.  The little child in front of us was nearly squashed in the press of people as they all surged towards the gate.  It was a little unnerving, but then we were through the gate, and entered the ferry.

It was a rolling, but lovely ride over to the island of Zanzibar.  The island itself was beautiful from the approach, the buildings rising out of the horizon.

Off to Dar and a phamly reunited...

This morning Erin said some goodbyes to friends in her program, and we were off to Dar es Salaam. Our first stop was the ATM to get cash, of course. The second stop was the Arusha Airport, not to be confused with Mount Kilimanjaro International. We drove down a dirt road that veered off the highway, and suddenly, we were in the midst of a lot of tiny little airplanes.

Made in Moshi?

We spent today in Moshi, a city at the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro about an hour bus ride from Arusha.  (That includes roughly 5000 stops along the way, and an improvised exit crawling over the seats, and a few other passengers, so everyone sitting in the aisles wouldn't have to move!)

We did not see Mount Kilimanjaro. (I have been told no one ever does, so I have no idea why I thought I would be different.  Especially when we started out the day in the rain.  But optimist is my middle name.)

What we did see was a lot of stuff.  Shoes, skirts, dresses, handbags, backpacks, pots and pans, live chickens... you name it, they have it.  There is, quite simply, no shortage of tangible items in Tanzania.

Tanazanian wildlife... What?

When I arrived in Tanzania, one of the things I was most looking forward to was seeing the wildlife.  I had no idea.

Two nights in a row, a rooster with sleep issues has crowed it's little beak off at 3 a.m.  It has absolutely no idea how close it has been to a pot of hot water and some poultry seasoning.

Tanzania for the win!

This morning, I woke up in Africa.  What a joy.  How amazing!  Two days ago, I left the familiar ground of Minnesota in an airplane filled with travelers heading all over the world, and now, I am on the other side of the planet, spending time with my daughter in a world I have only dreamed about.

We spent today running errands and walking around Arusha, Tanzania, a world entirely separate and different from the one I am used to.  In the shadow of Mt. Meru, we navigated the busy streets teeming with traffic and people.   I have seen where Erin lives, explored the byways that she has called home for four months, and have become familiar with the words you must utter over and over whenever you are out - hapana asante, which means no thank you!

The time is now....

After months of planning, anticipating, and not quite believing it would happen, I am a few short hours away from the trip of a lifetime.  The itinerary is printed, the bags are nearly packed, the plans are being finalized, and the time has almost arrived for the adventure to begin.

This is a dream come true for me, one which began as a young child reading about missionaries in far away Africa.  The siren call of that mysterious continent has beckoned me most of my life, and the answer is culminating tomorrow in a trip to reunite with my daughter, who has had the unbelievable fortune to spend her spring semester in the shadow of Mount Kilimanjaro.