Quarter Century Update

Closeup of Becky at age 25!


Enjoying a Fanta in front of my house in my birthday dress... until the dress broke and I ended up in jeans. It was pretty balmy for November 13, but I never complain about getting to wear dresses.


This is in front of Ndoro falls. Every once in a while I would say to myself, "It's my 25th birthday and I am hiking through a Tanzanian mountain village in search of waterfalls... What?!" The hike down to the base of the falls was a Kili-like excursion and we were soaking wet from all the mist. We luckily found our way out, with no help from our "rafiki" (friend), and back to town.


This is Shanette and me in front of the sign to the falls. Our dala dala trip was quite interesting (complete with a birthday phone call!) but we finally made it up to the park.


Kinukamori falls. The legend is that there was a woman (the statue at the top) who found out that she was pregnant outside of wedlock (which is very bad in Chagga culture) and was going to commit suicide by jumping over the falls. She decided against it and on her way back to the village she came across a leopard. She ran away from the leopard and forgot the the falls were behind her and fell over the edge. The statue stands to commemorate her story.


Me, Shanette, and Dana in Marangu.

For those of you that missed out on the celebration of my birthday and are craving more pictures, here are a few pictures from my 25th birthday. Thank you for all the notes, calls, and fb messages!

Reading List

If you're looking for a good read then I have a few suggestions.

Mountains Beyond Mountains by Tracy Kidder is about the work of Dr. Paul Farmer and his efforts to cure TB in Haiti and across the world. It is a great book for both the medical and non-medical reader. If you trade Haiti for Tanzania and Creole for Swahili then you've got my life here in another resource-limited nation.

Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson is not exactly about my life here in Tanzania, but he is from Moshi and his parents started KCMC back in the 1970's.

Rains in Africa

The short rainy season has begun. The dusty streets are now soggy with a mud that cakes to the bottoms of your shoes. The potholes in the road are filled with an orange water that splashes me when cars drive by. Thankfully it mostly rains at night, but it can continue into the morning hours which makes walking to work a tricky task... like today.



Someone lifted my bag in clinic today. It's not a big deal, but the principle of stealing from a volunteer stinks. It was a bag that I had sewn several years ago, but inside my bag was an umbrella and my raincoat. I was super bummed. But my spirits lifted when I realized I had brought an umbrella to give as a gift that I will keep instead. Then I was super bummed again when I realized it had a Dook symbol on it and I will have to carry it around for the next month.

Wonderful TANZANIAN birthday!

Thank you for all the birthday love! I had an awesome day yesterday with my friends Dana and Shanette. We went up to a small mountain town and went hiking around looking for waterfalls. A couple of times I had to gut check myself and say: "Today is my 25th birthday, a quarter century, and I am hiking through a small African village while waterfall hopping. Whoa."

We came back and made our breakfast for dinner while pumping up the jams in the kitchen. I think I'm getting old though because as soon as November 14th came around at midnight, I was ready for bed.

Meg is one of my very best friends. Meg has a blog. Meg made me a birthday blogpost and it made me so happy. ThAnk you Meg. Please check it out:
http://partiallycommitted.tumblr.com/post/1561889501/this-is-becky

I will post pics of my birthday later in the week.

Eating with the locals

In an attempt to forget the really sick kids I've seen this week, I have been having fun at night with friends, Moshi townies, and total strangers who become family while bonding over our love of food.

My first Tanzanian cooking experience was with Mama Rose and Baba Norbert. They invited Dana and me over to cook and we made a dish from scratch. Mama Rose even made us wear kangas as we cooked outside over charcoal. The dish was called pilau... mmmm
Over a charcoal grill:
- Heat oil, add red onions and garlic
- add soup and heat up
- add g'nombe (cow) and let simmer
- add veggies (carrots, peppers, potatoes)
- add more soup
- add soaked rice
- let simmer until all the water is cooked out
Pile it high on your plate and cover with a cucumber/tomato vinaigrette. Clean your plate (because it's rude not to) and allow Mama Rose to pile it up again because "This is Africa, not America. You eat in Africa!" Finish your Fanta, avacado/mango juice, and Sprite. Try to waddle home.

I have eaten at some great restaurants (there is a large Indian population in Tanzania so Indian food/curry is quite common):
-El Rancho (I know, I thought Mexican and was a little disappointed when I couldn't get a cheesy enchilada, but it was delicious anyway)
-Kindoroko Hotel
-Coffee Shop (inventive name I know, but it was the first place I ate when I got to TZ)
-Indo Italiano (Indian meets Italian food)
-The Watering Hole (a mzungu hangout, but it's a cool atmosphere)
-Kilimanjaro Coffee Lounge (not to be confused with Coffee Shop, it's another mzungu hangout but you can get yummy food, pretty good cake, and wireless internet)
-Samosas are a delicious little pastry where veggies meet flaky breading and you can get them anywhere
-Taj Mahal (I told you Indian food was popular!)

Tonight Dana and I are cooking with another Tanzanian friend. I am on my way to pick up the chicken. We shop with the same girl every week in the market, Aisha, and she has started giving us better prices since we have become her rafiki (friends). It is sure to be amazing.

I have invented a dessert called Tanzanian Shimo (Hole) Cake. I am having it for my birthday along with a breakfast for dinner party: Eggs, ketchup, pancakes, ndizi (bananas), nutella, fanta.

I will tell you all about my big weekend next week after I have sufficiently indulged and partied like it's Africa. My dress is pressed and ready for a night on the town! I am a little bit sad that I will not be celebrating with a lot of people that I love, but I have had at least 5 birthday celebrations already this year and I am planning on a few more when I get back. By that time I'll be about 175 years old. It sounds like everyone will still be celebrating since there are lots of travel plans and fun days on the schedule for tomorrow.

Love!

Pictures I know you're dying for!

This is Kilimanjaro on our way up the mountain to Materuni waterfalls. She stays hidden behind the clouds most of the time, but when she comes out, Kili is beautiful! The waterfall is near the village at Materuni. Dana is in the first picture. She's a 3rd year med student at Duke and studying HIV/TB in children. We're headed to some more waterfalls this weekend. Gosh, I'm such a good townie.

T.I.A.-- This is Africa

Habari rafiki! I thought I'd keep you all updated on my time here. It's hard to believe I have already been here two weeks! Time has flown despite the slower speed of life here. We call it Africa time. And when frustrations of life here drive you crazy, all you say is, "TIA-- This is Africa," and you keep going. I have been met with some frustrations this week but they have not stopped me and my experience at KCMC has been filled with amazing stories, revelations, and triumphs.

I have been getting lots of questions from family and friends in the U.S. who are wondering what life is like here. I thought I would answer some of those questions here:

What are you eating?
The answer is quite simple: anything and everything. The produce is the freshest and most amazing that I have ever seen. Fresh from the farms are delicious, maparachichi (avacados), membe (mangos), pineapple (I forget how to say that one), passion fruit, and anything else you can imagine. Dana and I made an amazing peanut sauce last week and bought fresh chickens from the market. Eating out is quite a spectacle though... you have to factor in Africa time and realize that it will take you about 2 hours (minimum) to eat.

What are you wearing?
It is hot. Not quite as hot as NC in the summertime because it isn't as humid, but wearing tons of clothes can make it pretty sweaty. In the hospital I have to wear a lab coat, which I am not fond of since it tends to make children quite intimidated and I am scary enough as a white person! I was told to compare the Tanzanian social norm of women covering their legs to the American social norm of women covering their breasts. You can show as much calf as you'd like, but keep those thighs covered!
To those who know my love of thrifting-- Dana and I went to Memorial Market yesterday where tons of American clothes get sold second hand. We even found a pair of Carolina basketball shorts! We were the only wazungu (white people) there and we spent 3 hours going through rows and rows of clothing and bartering with the shopkeepers. I came away with a whole new wardrobe-- including a birthday dress for next weekend!

How do you get around?
The dalla dalla (bus) is the primary means of transportation to the main part of town. It is essentially a minibus that is PACKED to overflowing with Tanzanians. The cost of getting to town is 250 Tsh (Tanzanian shillings)... the equivalent of about 10 cents. Whether an armpit in your face or someone's mango basket in your lap, it is guaranteed to be an interesting ride. It is not safe to be a mzungu (white person) out after dark so we take taxis to restaurants or to hang out with friends.

Can you speak Swahili?
I've got the greetings down and I can certainly barter with the Tanzanians at the market (and win!), but I have yet to understand how a sentence is formed. I can get by with a few phrases in clinic that I say to parents and children. I have come a long way since getting laughed at on my first day, but there is still a lot to learn. I will give a Swahili lesson here in another post.


How about Kilimanjaro?
I can see Kili from my back porch, but she stays hidden behind the clouds most of the time. Sometimes I have a good view in the morning with a beautiful Carolina blue sky on my walk to KCMC. To those of you who are asking whether I will climb... please talk to the people that know me best and know how much I HATE being cold... much less sleeping in the cold. I am opting out of the climb and am instead planning a few trips which I will keep you updated on.

Have to go, let me hear from you!
Love rebecca (my Swahili name since Becky is too difficult to say with their accent)