As some of you may know, and others may just be finding out about now, I recently got back from the most amazing trip of my life. I got the opportunity to spend 2 weeks in Tanzania (in east Africa) with 6 other students from Notre Dame and two teachers - Dylan and Janeen. This wasn't a holiday I was on. I went in conjunction with Notre Dame and Caritas Australia, which is a Catholic aid agency. Janeen was our representative from Caritas Australia, and Dylan was our instructor. Once a week all semester we attended a meeting together to learn about development in countries, and how to develop from the ground up, meaning starting with the people themselves, not starting with the government. All the studying and preparing we did over the duration of the past 4 months never could have fully prepared us for what I learned while actually in Tanzania.
The people we met in the villages have the most beautiful souls of anyone I've ever met. They are so joyous, thankful, and welcoming. Here we are, a group of "mzungus" (white people) coming to their village look at the way they live. But the way we were welcomed with dancing, and singing, and bottles of soda was so humbling. "Asante, asante, asante" (thank you, thank you, thank you) was a constant choir among the village. But what were they thanking us for? For the money we've donated to Caritas Australia which went to Caritas Tanzania and to this village? I haven't donated anything (yet!). For coming to visit them? Yes, but I mean, I was in Africa! What they were so thankful for was that we were going to go back to Australia and tell THEIR story. The story of the single mom who was given a cow, which she now gets milk from. She can use it's fertilizer for her banana plantation to make the bananas sweeter, so they sell at a more competitive price. The story of the husband and wife who now know how to keep records of all they buy and sell and who have been able to send their six children to private school for education, a huge accomplishment. But that's just the surface of their stories. Another village up north thought it no big deal they used to have to walk 5-6 kilometers to get water, only to carry a 20 litre bucket back on their heads. Now they have a water tap 400 metres from their homes. When asked how we get water, how do you explain that we have several faucets IN our homes, and showers too. It's so humbling.
Peter Mduki was our Caritas Tanzania representative that came along on our long bus rides to bring us to the villages. Not only did he translate everything for us, but he kept up entertained on our several 400-910km bus treks across Tanzania with stories of the country. The dating world and how it works, the Masai people (who are the traditional herders who still practice female circumcision), the history of Tanzania and how it got its name (Tanganyika and Zanzibar squished into one), and who put up with our constant comparisons to The Lion King, our singing along to Jambo, Jambo (Hello, hello), and our ongoing questions about what Caritas Tanzania does and how it works. Tanzania wouldn't have been the same without him.
My fellow students I went with were amazing, too. Every one of us is studying something different, from politics to nursing, from teaching to environmental science. Each of us had something to contribute. We all joked with each other and shared our hand sanitizer and toilet paper for our many bush stops.
I don't quite know how to sum up Tanzania in a blog post. We had so much fun that not even 48 hours after we returned (5 of us had continued on exploring in Dubai for a week), we had a reunion dinner, and I know there will be more to come, with tea African style (filled to the brim) and khangas wrapped around us (the traditional cloth women wear over their dresses to keep them fresh) and stories filled with laughter.
To end our trip in Tanzania, Peter had surprised us with a safari in Ngorongoro Crater. Seeing lions, zebras, buffaloes, hippos, in their natural environment is surreal. Ah-mazing. Incredible. It topped off the trip in the perfect way. (Yes, we did see giraffes as well, in a different area).
Tanzania would not have been possible without the help of my mom or my dad. I had to get travel insurance, which I didn't know a thing about, a bazillion questions about what vaccinations I had or had to get, "I need some more money," and last but not least - here's my contact details while away, but know that "no news is good news." I'm sure it's great when your daughter is in Africa and you haven't heard a word from her.
This short blog doesn't nearly explain the time of my life that I had. I learned so much and I'm sure stories will be forever coming. I just can't help it!
Asante sana (thank you very much)!
Oh - and for your ever curious minds:
Hakuna Matata really DOES mean "no worries" and they DO use it in daily conversation.
Simba means "lion". How creative Disney, how creative.
Rafiki means "friend." He sings Asante Sana squash banana. "Thank you very much squash banana"!?! sure....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBwp9k0i-3I - we listened to this on repeat for 12 hours. no joke. you learn to love it!
Take the Serengeti - have a beer
It's Kili time, make the most of it - Kilimanjaro beer slogan, a drink often consumed at night, as it was 500 shillings, or 50 cents, and cheaper than water. Besides, we're in AFRICA, baby! Let's make the most of it!!!!
aaaannnnddd, after Tanzania, five of us girls headed to Dubai for four days worth of adventures there. From shopping to camel riding, water sliding to Lebanese food eating, we did it all. Dubai was so very different from Tanzania, yet I think coming from there made us appreciate it even more. It's quite shocking when you have come from one of the world's poorest countries to being in what must be one of the richest cities. Though by no means did we live roughly in Africa, we were spoiled in Dubai. The people there are so kind as well, walking us personally to the mall when we were lost, explaining to us that it doesn't matter if we pay for dinner or not (which of course we did, they treated us like princesses) and meeting a Kenyan lifeguard by merely shouting "Jambo" and getting a "Mambo! You speak Swahili!?" in response. Camel riding in the desert was a fave, as well as the combination of British and American stores in the malls.
I cannot wait to go back to Africa, climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, and laugh with the "happy days" people.
Kwaheri (goodbye) for now!
Megs