Travel Blogs from Moshi
... UK men do, on the whole, have good manners. These are things I probably took for granted but here, the following is a regular occurrence:
- Doors don't get opened for me
- Food and drinks are ordered without me
- I'm told if I'm paying for lunch, not asked
- Men will barge past me to make sure they get a seat on the bus before the women
- Men get their food served first and water brought to them first to wash their hands
- Don't even get me ...
I've been here in Moshi for a few days and I'm slowly starting to get used to the culture and am starting to fall for its charms.
I'm staying near Genes's Motor shop and to make sure I'm safe he takes me everywhere on his motorbike so I get to see a lot as we go to and from the office and town. I'm still amazed every time I see the women carrying huge bags, buckets, and trays on their head. I want to attempt it one day but I'm pretty sure I don't have the same balance.
... and even closer to some giraffes. Unfortunately still wasn't feeling great so couldn't fully enjoy it myself. We headed to Arusha for the night were we had gin and tonics, cake and cards to celebrate Hannah's birthday!!!! Thursday we went to Tarangire National Park, known for baobab trees and elephants. We were not disappointed on either front. We did go on a hunt for lions but never found any, but were surprised with how close we got to elephants. Lucy at one point ...
... and deaths, and a man died of obstructive jaundice. Then we had a tour, after which we felt it was all a bit much and spent the rest of the day waiting until Skola took us to the market to buy food to cook.
Day 2: We decided to start with paediatrics. We spent about an hour waiting for the doctor to arrive at the ward. Eventually we went and found Matron (we call her Matroni, but she is Dr Sr Rena). She then had us ...
The Saturday evening was spent with me, as described above, anxiously
waiting for power to be switched back on so that we could watch the match at
Catherine’s house. I then proceeded to watch Ireland’s somewhat lucky win over
France (thank god for that last minute forward pass or else I would have been
That pretty much sums up my St. Patricks Day for 2014 and a
final thought that I definitely prefer celebrating it outside ...