tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78351772011-08-22T10:55:46.281-04:00Hello. This is my blog. I created it mostly to have an easy way to keep people updated while I'm in Tanzania. I'm also hoping that people who are considering volunteering at Shinda Basic School will read my blog to get a better idea of what to expect. Enjoy.Zibby, Liz, Elizabeth, Liza, Turkeyleg5http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490191526877741892noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835177.post-1098538875984821512004-10-23T09:40:00.000-04:002004-10-23T09:50:49.800-04:00

Written several weeks ago: I'm learning Swahili much faster than I was originally expecting, but slower than it could be if I spent a reasonable amount of time on it. It’s much easier to learn without spending a lot of time on it than Russian. It's both because the grammar is so much simpler, and because it's so much more necessary for me to speak Swahili here than it was to speak Russian there.

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The rainy season… First, some background… The Tanzanian landscape is much different than I had expected. South Africa was green. Completely covered with rolling green hills. So I think that’s what I had in mind. Tanzania is brown. Brown and flat. Yeah, there’s some green – some trees or bushes. But it’s drowned out by all the brown – the dead underneaths of banana trees, brown grass, dirt

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So, I have this theory. Whenever I start to take my health for granted, or not appreciate the world around me enough, or just get too complacent without being completely grateful at how incredibly lukcy I am and how wonderful the world around me is... I get sick. The "forces that be" decide that I need a wake-up call, and they cause me to get sick. I hate being sick. I know, everyone hates being

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i got sick. it sucked. vomiting, fatigue, fever. stayed in bed all day and night for a few days - made my back hurt. went to doctor. had an infection. got medicine. mostly better now. see next post.

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This part has even less to do with day-to-day Tanzanian life, so if that's the part you're interested in, you might want to skip this one. After school I had a Swahili lesson with Kimaro, which are always amusing, and then Olga and I went to Kijenge. This is the name of the really nice area in town where Olga, Amanda, and some other volunteers who work with other organizations live. We just

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I know that there are other things that I should write about besides my birthday. Like working at the school or my host family. But it was a good day, and it will give everyone a little more of an idea of what my life is like here. Although, now that I think about it, it was certainly not a very typical day. I’ll have to write again about a more typical day. I warn you though, that this is long,

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If you've never showered out of doors, you really must give it a try some time. It's really quite extraordinary. I don't really shower completley outside. We have a small shower built in our backyard attached to the toilets. It consists of 3 cement walls about 5 and a half feet tall, and a wooden door. But there is about a foot and a half between the top of the wall and the ceiling, and there are

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Here's my contact info, because people have been requesting it, not because I'm trying to say that you should send me mail. (Although it would be lovely.) Mail: I'm not sure if I even have a home address. Certainly nothing to which you could send mail. But you can send mail or packages to me by sending them to the school: Elizabeth Fry c/o Shinda Basic School P.O. Box 10385 Arusha,

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Being white in this part of Africa is sort of like being a celebrity. When you walk down the street, most people stop what they are doing to stare at you. Many greet you from far away by yelling, and most call you by name. When I say "call you by name," of course I mean that they yell out "mzungu" which means "white person." Some are even daring enough to come up to you, to get a better look.

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The food here is great. Maybe it's just because I'm not very picky and really love certain staples like rice and corn. But I'm also living with a relatively well-off family and they eat decently. Actaully now that we're here they eat very well. We pay them for food and housing, and from the cost of the food here, we're pretty sure that we're basically paying for food for the entire family.

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Shortly after arriving in Arusha, Kimaro (the headmaster of Shinda Basic School) picked me up and, since I had my luggage with me, we took a cab most of the way. As we drove, I looked at all of the different types of houses. There were tiny huts, large almost-Western houses, and everything in between. I realized that I would be disappointed if I lived in one of the nicer houses. We had to walk

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Here I am. Safe and sound in Arusha, Tanzania. I think it still hasn't hit me that I'm in another country, and so far away from all of the people that I love so much. Right now, everything feels very normal and regular. I'm sure it will hit at some point. For now I'm going to copy some of my journal entries from the trip here: 6 August 2004 For a few hours today, I was feeing very anxious.

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Hello. This is my blog. I created it mostly to have an easy way to keep people updated while I'm in Tanzania. I'm hoping to post updates every week or two. I'm also hoping that people who are considering volunteering at Shinda Basic School will read my blog to get a better idea of what to expect. Enjoy.

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