Category Archives: africa

Today has been a pretty lazy day. We got up and went to breakfast at the Arusha Hotel. It was very European and much like Litfass (without the method of ordering). [Funny, isn’t it, how a European-style home dècor shop … Continue reading →

Slept in. Got up. Took Imodium. I’m not feeling so hot. My nose is also dry and bloody. Pretty yucky. I’m feeling so yucky, in fact, that I’m resorting to writing sentence fragments. Something. Sara, Micah, and I had breakfast … Continue reading →

Today was a photographless, journalless day.

I was awakened by the man who brought coffee to my tent this morning. I jumped up, got dressed, went outside, watched the sun rise, and drank coffee. I was eventually joined by the rest of my family. [I can … Continue reading →

I woke up with the birds and the sun this morning and then watched Vervet monkeys run by my tent and watch me watch them. We had a wonderful, half-western breakfast (I should have written about the glories of last … Continue reading →

Tomorrow’s date is the number of the beast. I’m told there are a lot of elephants here in Tarangire National Park. This morning, we left Karatu Hostel and drove up into Ngorongoro Crater. The drive up was very foggy, through … Continue reading →

We got up at the crack and went to church. With my limited knowledge of Swahili and the pastor’s use of repetition, I thought perhaps he was talking about the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Then, trying to … Continue reading →

What did we do today? We had a late-ish breakfast, during which I scratched a kitty’s head. I found out that dogs and cats are generally not petted in Tanzania—they’re kept for pest and security purposes, but are not, generally, … Continue reading →

I slept better and am doing a better job of quieting my busy mind. I was awakened by a dream wherein Micah and I went to a lecture by Gertrude Stein. I got up, got dressed, had breakfast (one piece … Continue reading →

I did not come all the way to Africa to be kept awake half the night by something as pedestrian as a barking dog. The lowing of the cow, the bleating of the goat, and the crying of the bush … Continue reading →