We
have been here for 10 days but I have been dying to write up day one since we
arrived. It was just such an amazingly, unexpectedly productive and positive
experience.
After
weeks of anxiously wondering what unforeseen and unprecedented complications
would arise when we finally arrived in Tanzania, the many things that were
achieved on day one pleasantly surprised us.
Our
concerns about whether we would be granted tourist visas on arrival and what
questions would be asked, evaporated in the face of the universal problem-solver:
money. As smooth as silk, we paid the fee and were efficiently processed. In no
time at all we were heading for the luggage collection area. Once again,
worries about our luggage being nearly double the limit for the final leg from
Nairobi to Kilmanjaro, came to nothing and our mountain of possessions were
within sight as soon as we cleared immigration. Even the one suitcase, which
had absolutely no identifying baggage tag or nametag, was miraculously waiting
on the carrousel for us. This had not been the case when we last sighted it in
Bangkok but the gods were smiling on us. Events continued in this totally
positive vein all day.
At
the arrivals area in the airport Peter Luis, the director of ieft (Indigenous
Education Foundation of Tanzania) and Lisa, the volunteer coordinator were
waiting patiently for us and they immediately ushered us away into the school
bus. The scenes flashing by the windows and the flow of information pouring
from these 2 experts, ensured that the hour or so journey from the airport to
Arusha evaporated in no time.
Once
in the bustling city of Arusha, we wasted no time getting cash, mobile phone
connections, a data stick for the Internet and even some groceries for the days
ahead. With no real concept of what to expect or what would be available, in
the town of Monduli or the volunteer house we would be sharing, we simply took
the advice of Lisa and purchased items, that she assured us would be treats for
the girls in the house and unavailable in the local community. We were given a
quick orientation to the town and managed to get a surprisingly tasty, cheap, western
lunch and complete some of the necessary paperwork for our working visas,
before once again boarding the bus for Orkeeswa.
The
bus was required to transport teachers from the school to the town of Monduli,
once the after school activities were over for the day so we sped off on
another hour long journey as soon as it was viable. We arrived with the
afternoon rains that have punctuated almost every afternoon since we set foot
in Tz. These rains by the way, ensure that it is considerably cooler that we
were expecting which is another pleasant surprise but they also create the
biggest mud bath you can imagine. Every unsurfaced road and there are plenty of
them, is a mud pool and staying upright is a skill we are developing. This is the big wet and there will definitely
be a lot more rain to come.
Our
first glimpse of the school was awing inspiring. Students immediately came
forward to introduce themselves and a couple volunteered to give us a tour
around the campus, which was buzzing with sporting activity and laughter.
Before
we even thought about it, we were piling back into the bus with 12 or so other
volunteer and Tanzanian teachers. Crammed in like sardines and bumping and
sliding along the rutted and treacherously muddy track from the school, we
realized that this would be one of many such journeys over the next few weeks,
months and probably years. Thankfully since then many have been in the 4-wheel
drive not the bus but the number of passengers remains the same!
After
dropping most of the teachers in town, Hamad, the school driver cum handyman
and do it all run-about, agreed to drive us up to our new home but that proved
a little ambitious in the muddy conditions. About half way up the hill the bus
was well and truly bogged and we off loaded all our luggage and with the
assistance of our ever willing and enthusiastically helpful housemate, Sara, we
slipped and slid our way further up the slope to the volunteer house locally
know as Pastor Justin’s house. After 3 trips each swapping loads and resting,
all our possessions were finally indoors and we were sweat soaked and exhausted.
We stopped for a breather and within 10 minutes Ellie, our second housemate
arrived to say that Hamad was still trying to dig the bus out, so we trundled
back down the hill to assist.
Luckily
for us at that point Peter and the volunteer teachers, who had remained at
school playing basketball, when we all took off, arrived in the school Land
Rover and they pushed and maneuvered it enough to get it mobile. They were
completely doused in mud in no time but the bus inched its way up the hill and
finally made it to the yard of our new home.
At
that point it was decided that we should all go for a beer at the Green View
Club, conveniently located at a point down the muddy track where the road
divides and branches off towards the other volunteer house. Over beers we were
told that the following day we and a number of other teachers, had been given a
reprieve from school and that was a relief. At this social gathering we got to
meet all the volunteer teachers and chat about the Orkeeswa experience and it
was very apparent that we had landed ourselves in a friendly, community of
like-minded spirits.
As
darkness fell I began to wonder about the sense of drinking when we had that slippery
climb up to the house to negotiate without any light but yet again my fears
were unfounded as Seth, volunteer teacher and leader took the wheel of the Land
Rover and deposited us and our 2 housemates at our home and Peter at his a
little further along the track, before returning to ‘the club’ collect the
others and drive them to the other volunteer household where he and his wife
Lisa also reside.
Ellie
and Sara cooked up a storm for dinner and we fell into bed that night amazed at
how much had been achieved in one day and wondering if every day would be so
jammed packed full of activities, adventures and advice.
The
answer is “YES”
But
what an amazing beginning.
So good to hear you're settling in and doing well. Look forward to pictures and more stories!
ReplyDeleteGreat to be reading your blog again- curious to see how the teaching compares to the Bhutan experience.
ReplyDeleteHi Vicky! Really enjoyed reading about your start in Tanzania, the images that came to my mind were so different to what we see here in Bhutan. I admire you so much for backing up your two years in Bhutan with another adventure. By the way, I loved all your photo a day pictures for February and am so happy you have joined the challenge ( I wasn't able to leave a comment on that one at the time due to our poor internet, but we're connected now!)
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