Strangers are strange, but so are our friends, right?
Mating lions and hissing baboons, oh the sounds of the bush.
Arab slave-traders, Catholic missionaries & German colonizers, Bagamoyo has housed them all.
From the street to the point of sale, shopping a foreign land can be incredibaly fun or frustrating.
Some people fear walking down unknown roads, but doing so has brought me to great places otherwise unkown. Talking to strangers is the best way of making friends.
Trying to teach English to the children at the orphanage is not working out so well, so I’ve found teaching opportunities elsewhere.
I’m suppsoed to observe the school, but where are al the students?
I’ve moved into an air-conditioned bedroom & found a weekend ESL teaching gig.
Classes finished, internship begining and the city’s grime is making its mark on me.
U.S. President Obama’s visit to Tanzania causes ripples in the lives of local folks.
Here I am, stranded in the airport of a foreign country, with no phone or internet service, no address of where I will be staying and no phone number for the person that was scheduled to pick me up. Yikes!