I’m currently in Bagamoyo, a coastal town north of Dar. I decided to stay at least a week as traveling from place to place quickly wears on the body and the soul. There is a transportation system that is easy to use by African standards but it is not convenient all the time.
I’m adjusting well and find that staying here has helped me gain my bearings. Everytime I move, I have to start over in the sense of meeting people, knowing where everything is, where is safe to go, places to eat etc…I imagine I’ll be a pro when I decide to return and move somewhere. Maybe it will be strange to stay in a place for a long while… will see.
I’ve been getting used to the standard custom by men, which is to ask my name, where I’m from, if I have a boyfriend/husband and where he is… Sometimes I’m asked where my wedding ring is. They all hope that I may be the answer to getting to the Western world yet they don’t realize how challenging it would be. They also think that all white folks (muzungos) have loads of money. I’ve even joked that I don’t have a tree growing money. However, the fact that I’m in there country says something as most haven’t seen much of their own country.
GOt to go, no more internet time.
will write more when i can