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Written by Mary Bower
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Tuesday, 09 August 2011 10:42 |
We have 30 Min. left on Mary's computer. Thank you Mary.
I could go on about the plane ride and the people on it, but before Tanzania fades. . .
The trip to the airport was hectic. 45 minutes to shop at a large market in which we had to bargain to get actual prices. The art - paintings, carvings, cloth, drums - was beautiful but almost all Masai. I wondered whether the masai were artists before Safari tourists started showing up in the 1800's or whether the tourism brought out their artisan natures. I could get nothing from Tanga region.
We could not find a restaurant we were looking for and were surprised to realize that our driver had somehow gotten a local bajaj (3 shl taxi) to guide us back to the airport. Our huge safari truck was beholden to a little bug of a vehicle. We ate quickly and hustled back into the modern world.
One of the most interesting places we visited was a chuch just up into the hills from Korogwe. Father Joel (Mkambe?) has been in the church 8 years and flourished many ministries. The church had the only playground that I saw in Tz and there were children everywhere who had hiked up from the village. Two women were working for free on sewing machines in another building and a man was working on a carpentry project for the church. Joel assists orphans with school fees. And seems to have been the most succesful church in attracting outside investment (there is a Bp Hollingsworth fan there, #10 in the sanctuary, given by Mark. Pun slightly intended) The ironic thing is that Joel is most passionate about being a monk and he is eager to start a monastic order.
On the trip down we had maybe our most authentic Tx exp. It had rained and so we had to push the taxi up a muddy slope then we cut through a sisal fiel and past an orchard of Cashews on a farm track.
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