Tourists in Tanzania

Featured image credit Josephine

After four days of Rwanda, the idea was to fly the end of the afternoon, switch flights in Nairobi and land in Tanzania late in the evening. Our first flight got delayed though and we missed our second flight. But, nothing but loving words for Kenya Airways here. When we landed they told us to make ourselves known to the personel at the exit, gave us new tickets for the next morning, paid our visa’s, and a night (in private rooms!) in a VERY expensive and fancy hotel. Where they also brought us and picked us up next morning. I do not mind missing a flight that way…

Thus, we arrived in our hotel in Arusha next morning around 10, after flying past Kilimanjaro (breathtaking view!). We just chilled a bit that day (after such a short night) and we went to the Masai market. Though the masai are a tribe people that to our standards live very primitively (drinking blood straight from their cows and such 😉 ) outside the cities and in the national parcs, many of them also just live in Arusha, recognizable by the typical traditional picknick-like cloth they wear. I doubt though if everyone on the market was from masai tribes, but nevertheless they were selling the typical tourist stuff and some handmade jewelry.

It is a really very funny though. In Tanzania the people do not hold back to (some more friendly than others) start talking to you, even though they do not know you. They just want convince you they are your friend and you should buy their stuff. “Karibuuu, Rafiki! (welcome friend) take a look in my store! Just a short look! I have a special business deal for you! Buy two, buy two! Do you see anything else you like?” Especially in the streets it is quite overwhelming at first, because there are constantly like five people around you that will follow you around despite several ‘no-thank-you’s’. However, once you know how to deal with it it is actually a lot of fun to bargain with them or to just have a nice chat.

The next day we made use of those bargaining skills (which we obviously also had needed in Rwanda and Uganda, just less explicitly), by going from tourist buro to tourist buro. Eventually we booked a trip we were satisfied with, and so we went to the pre-mountains (is that a word? 😉 ) of Kilimanjaro the next day. We had an amazing hike past coffee plantations where you could buy fresh coffee, towards a beautiful waterfall. I have some pictures, but they’re not that good (weather, water, etc.), but to give you an idea:

Josi actually managed to take a few better pictures (waterproof camera!) and also has some pictures of us drinking the local brewed bananabeer.

Photocredit Josephine

By then it was Sunday. As a christian I felt I cannot go to Africa without going to church at least once. It was amazing, even if you would not believe in any God. There was an amazing atmosphere, singing, dancing, etc. Many (big) churches in Europe barely notice you when you walk in new in Holland, but here in Tanzania they took great care of me, made sure someone was with me and they explained a bit about the church in case I wanted to come more often. I really loved it.

After that I went to the hairdresser for rasta’s (as many of you already had noticed). I figured, while I’m here, why not? Poor Josi who offered to go with me had to sit there watching a crappy-translated-and-dubbed-in-only-one-voice-very-dramatic-south korean-soap for like two hours (or was it three?). I think she might still be a little bit pissed because I took them out after two weeks (poor quality) instead of after a month or more (loveyou <3).

Photo credit Josephine


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