So Saturday was my first Oh. My. GOD. day of frustration. I have found one thing that I hate about being here, and it is not Tanzania’s fault in the slightest. I HATE being told what to do. No, I don’t want to follow your rigidly structured program and sit in the back of some ridiculous bus for twelve hours without food while the bus driver LITERALLY plays chicken with oncoming traffic. Yes, thank you, I had fun taking 1000 pictures of the first twenty nine zebras, but I’m quite fulfilled now, no need to stop the bus so everyone can lean over me and pull my hair and elbow me in the head. And no, no I don’t want to pay ten dollars for your outrageously expensive rice pilaf when the usual going rate for dinner here is less than a dollar.
We went on safari to Mikumi national park this weekend, all nine of us plus our chaperones, as always, and it was be here for this get ready for that dinner at this hour pay for this thing that you don’t want but have no say about blah blah blah. NO. I do what I want. Not to sound like an ungrateful brat, because I don’t mind structured routines, but I just like to pick my own. I don’t like being forced to do anything, and I hate traveling around in our stupid pack of stupid white people all day everyday. At the age of 20 I fancy myself to have mastered most basic motor skills, and no longer need to be spoon fed. I was cranky.
That was Saturday, and Saturday was bad, but yesterday I had an AMAZING day. We hiked up this mountain for two hours, and I immediately befriended our tour guide, this fifteen-year-old kid who was really nice and wore pink flip flops. We were hopping over streams and sliding down mud hills and I was really enjoying myself, although half of our group decided to lag behind and we kept getting screamed at and had to halt our momentum and wait for stragglers and BIG GROUPS CRAMP MY STYLE, a fact which I have adequately conveyed and need to stop whining about. Because the mountain was gorgeous and the bus ride was so nice and because I am home now, and we were fortunate enough to miss the 4-day power outtage. So things are not terrible, and in fact they are quite nice. We’re about to have a girl day and sunbathe on the roof while sipping girl drinks and reading girl trash. Plus I just caved and paid 10 USD for a box of cereal. And some lowfat milk that came in a bag. In a bag. Seriously? I love it.
How’s home?
5 comments:
Home is all right. Nothing exciting, but I think we're finally going to get some rain. It's hard for this place to compare with Tanzania, but at least the cereal's cheaper. Love you!
Yeah, i hate regimented lifestyles too, oh wait. i guess that's my life. and i just heard from a professor here that about half my class(500) have asked for transcripts b/c they are thinking of transferring b/c of all the new changes and whatnot the new superintendent made. so life is great here.-TR
Tanzania sounds AMAZING and I absolutely HAVE to go there one day.
Canada is not alone in its milk bags!?!
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