Well I have now left Tarime, a very difficult and painful experience. I didn’t want to leave, I could have stayed for so much longer and I really don’t want to go home. Although there are some good things about going home – seeing my friends and family, and being able to walk down the street without people pointing, staring, and shouting ‘mzungu!!’. I will be able to blend in again, and that is something i miss, to be anonymous sometimes. Tarime and Tanzania is a very special place and as Michael says the people are what make it and they are amazing. I think he’s already mentioned most of the ones i wanted to, so many beautiful people.
I made my way to Mwanza yesterday to catch my flight to Dar es Salaam. Raphael wanted to drive me so i didn’t have to catch the bus, and he wanted Dickson to come too so he had some company. Isaac, who works a bit in the hospital, wanted to accompany me as well. And then Ronald, my interpretor, colleague and friend, changed shifts so he could come as well. So I was escorted to Mwanza by these 4 lovely men who have so much respect for me and i actually trust them – and in this country trust is hard to come by. It was a great road trip, we had heaps of fun and saying goodbye at the airport was just devastating.
The masai milk truck project has had many problems – 3 trips to Nairobi and we still haven’t managed to get it back to Tarime, and god knows we have tries, especially Simon. It’s quite depressing how difficult it was to get a vehicle here, but at least we will know for the future now.
Africa has so many problems, it is easy to think that we’re not really making a difference and that nobody can, and that the problems are so huge and it’s just not worth trying….. but then listening to the people from the hospital and the patients i have seen and the Masai women’s group and the Tarime orphanage, they have absolutely loved having us here and are so grateful for every little thing we have done for them and it really gives me hope.
P.S. i forgot to put my name on it but the last blog (‘nearing the end’) was from me too. xxx