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The sounds of Kasulu at night reminds you that you are in an area surrounded by people.  For most of the night there were the sounds of a pretty good party going on somewhere not too far away.  It wasn’t loud enough to keep us awake, it was just there in the background.  Somewhere between 4 and 5 am the local rooster started crowing, something that he does at odd times during the day, followed by the sound prayers from the local mosque.  Then silence, except for some of the most beautiful bird-song I have heard since spring in Connecticut.

Today was market day.  Market day’s are held Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.  This was a farmer’s market on a far grander scale than any farmer’s market that you will see in Connecticut, much grander than any produce department at your local grocery and the source of most of the food bought by the folks in Kasulu and environs. 

Needless to day, the awnings and tables of US farmers markets are not present here.  A “stall” is a patch of ground, maybe 4 or 5 feet by three feet or so on which the vender has placed sacks.  The vendor’s wares, depending on what it is may be displayed directly on the sacks or contained in large baskets or sacks.  Occasionally someone will be holding an umbrella to protect themselves from the sun.  Most of the vendors and shoppers are women, often with babies and small children in tow although there are a lot of men present as well.  The “aisles” between the rows of venders are only a foot or two wide.  It is more than crowded.  I had no idea how many different crops  were grown in the area until I went to market.  There were the expected potatoes (sweet and white), tomatoes and dried beans that we have eaten here so many times.  And of course, huge hands for bananas (there are bananas growing in our front yard!).  I expected mangos, it is mango season.  There were also melons,several different kinds of mushrooms, green beans, carrots, garlic and ginger root.  Peppers, and I think, okra.  Sacks of maze, which were ground in a nearby mill powered by a diesel engine.  Eventually, all purchases made, we came back to the compound, where lunch included some of the recently purchased potatoes, carrots and green peppers.  Delicious!

This afternoon we were reminded that this is the rainy season.  After rumbles of thunder in the distance, the skies opened and it poured for about an hour.  There was easily an inch of rain in that hour.

Tomorrow we travel to Masagara where we will meet up with Bishop Makaya and attend a confirmation service.

Today began very early as we continued our journey to Kasulu.  In the past we had flown from Dar, stopping in Tabora and then on to  Kigoma in rather beat up Embre turbo prop planes.  The whole trip took about 3.5 to 4 hours hours and was not very comfortable.  That route is no longer available.  With some trepidation we set off on our new route, flying to Mwanza and changing planes there after a 90 minute or so layover to go onto Kigoma.  What an improvement!  The flight to Mwanza was on a “short” Boeing 737 and only took an hour.  We were on the right side of the plane which gave us some fantastic views on Mount Kilimanjaro.

After exiting the arrivals area, getting a taste of the Mwanza airport facilities (all open-air little cabana type shops), we re-entered initial security to get our boarding passes for Kigoma.  In my previous experience, only in Dar did you get assigned seats.  The outlaying airports would have “open” seating.  The first onto the plane would grab all the window seats, making in very difficult to sit together….but what was this?  Assigned seats?  Cool!  We boarded the terminal bus that drove us out to where our plane was waiting.  There sat the familiar Embre turbo prop:  passengers load from the back, the luggage and cargo area is between the cockpit and passenger area.  But again, a very pleasant surprise:  no beat up seats and interior – this was a very clean, new plane!  The hour flight to Kigoma was a joy.  Some great views of Lake Victoria on leaving Mwanza and super views of Lake Tanganyika before touching down on Kigoma’s clay/dirt runway.

Bill has posted pictures of the Kigoma arrivals (and departures) gate in the past.  It’s always fun to see the folks waiting for the arriving passengers on the other side of the fence as you walk down the tin-roofed pathway.  In this case it included a small flock of white-robed nuns excitedly awaiting the arrival of two sisters on our flight.  We were greeted by our old friend, Emmanuel Bwata, our new friend, the rector of St. Michaels’s in Kigoma and our driver, Clement.  All luggage was hand-delivered to the luggage window (the luggage handler often reading the names of the owners off of the luggage tags).  We loaded it into one of the diocese’s rather beat-up but dependable Toyota Land Cruisers and headed into town.

Once again, another pleasant change:  Five years ago, the road from the airport  dusty, dirt, rutted and covered with trash.  It is now clean and paved.  Some work remains on the side gulley’s, which are obviously in progress.  (Road gutters are really necessary here:  imagine stepping into a shower under a “rainfall” shower head.  That’s what it’s like when it rains here.  Rain comes down fast and there needs to be somewhere for it to go.)  We headed into town and then turned up off the paved road onto a series of washed-out eroded and wash boarded dirt roads which in the U.S. would be considered “off-roading”.  We were delighted to arrive at the Hill Top Resort where we had lunch.  Bill has spent several nights at this resort on past trips.  The food is excellent and the view is fantastic.  We caught up with our friends while we waited for our meal, which in Tanzanian fashion took a while to arrive.

Whenever anyone goes to Kigoma, errands must be run.  Kigomo is more “big city” than Kasulu.  It has had power for years  and there are things you can get there that you can’t get at Kasulu.   For years it was the last place where you can get cash from an ATM machine before heading to Kasulu. Our friends ran a few errands, we dropped the Rector of St. Michaels off at his church compound and started the hour an a half drive to Kasulu.  This used to be a three hour drive.  The road is now paved more than half way there.  There are plans to pave it the rest of the way.  Even most of the dirt portion of the road was relatively smooth – in the middle at least!  As we got closer to Kasulu, the road become more rutted and wash-boarded.

The diocese compound is beautiful.  It was originally built by German missionaries and often some German missionaries still live and work there.  The gardens are both European and African in design and beautifully maintained.  We are staying in the “German House” which is often used by the German missionaries.  We have stayed here before and know how it “works”  (when the water runs and doesn’t run; how to throw buckets of water down the toilet to flush it if necessary).  It really is our home in Kasulu.  Another improvement:  the compound and the German house now has power 24/7!  (The water is still an issue and it seems that the solar hot water system, which provided water even when to cold water was not running has been shut down as no one is currently living here.)

We met another new friend, Bishop Makaya’s wife, Editha, and a lovely young lady who  brings us coffee snacks and heated hot water for our baths named Baysteela (phonetically spelled).  Daudi Ndahana stopped by and had coffee with us.  Eventually, dinner at the Bishop’s house with Mrs. Makaya and Emanuel Bwata and then home to the guest house with the sounds of night time Kasulu in the background.

You can’t just get off a plane in Dar es Salam and fly out to Kigoma, the closest commercial airport to Kasulu  the same day you arrive.  The planes don’t run that often.  And after 24 hours in the air the LAST think you want to do is hop on a cross-country plane.  Besides, we had business to do in Dar and our business started right at the airport.

We travel with very little cash.  A few dollars for buying breakfast at the airport in New York and that’s about it.  Tanzania is a very cash-based society, so the first thing we do, after going through immigration and customs is extract cash from the ATM machine that sits just outside the exit from customs.  It amazes me to think that only 25 years ago it was unusual to be able to use an ATM to get cash from your account if you were not in the same area as your bank, and now you can get cash half way around the world!

After getting a supply of Tanzanian shillings (right now, one USD buys over 1600 Tshillings) we went to a small convenience store where we bought new sim chips for our older unlocked cell phones that we brought with us.  We were finally ready to get a taxi and head to the New Africa Hotel and Casino.  (Note:  unlike Los Vegas, where you cannot get to your hotel room without going through the casino, we have never laid eyes on the casino here.)  The New Africa is Bill’s preferred first and last stop when coming to Tanzania.  It’s location is within walking distance to shop of the gentleman who sells us most of the technology the we install at the Bible College, the SimbaNet offices, who provides the Bible College with satellite internet and other services that Bill likes to check in with before we head out to Kasulu.  We have a room that overlooks the harbor and the Lutheran church next door.  The church provides a regular sound track of worship music, both the more contemporary electronic choruses and more traditional chorales.

After showers and dinner, Cathy quickly fell asleep.  It may have only been 2:30 or so stateside, but there’s nothing like having been basically awake for more than 24 hours to make it easy to reset your biological clock.  Bill had had a really good nap on the flight into Dar and stayed up a little later working on various computer things.

We got a slightly later start this morning than intended, but had breakfasted and were ready to hit the streets by 11:00 a.m.  First we visited with Bill’s supplier of all things technical.  The goal was to purchase some new keyboards and mice to replace the ones at the Bible College which are over five years old and have gotten some hard use in a very dusty environment.  After arranging that purchase we set off for the Serena Hotel where our in-country travel agency, Rickshaw travels and an Airtel store are located.  Well, the Airtel store was located there LAST year.  We said “hello” to our travel agent and confirmed the flight time change for our flights to Mwanza and Kigoma tomorrow and then headed for the Harbor View Tower, where, we were told, was another Airtel store.

A word about walking the streets in Dar es Salam:  if you are obviously a foreigner, every one expects you to take a taxi.  You must constantly say “no thank you” and keep moving past them.  We have crossed to the sunny side of the street to avoid taxi stands.  The side walks are…interesting.  In good shape in one spot and in complete dis-repair the next.  Cables that act as stays for the telephone poles are anchored in the middle of walkways.  Almost anywhere there is extra space, there are street vendors.  Displays of used books (most in English) and shoes predominate, but there are also sections of beaded jewelry and wooden carvings.  Along one section where there was a wooden wall blocking construction, one enterprising person had hung a display of clothes for sale.  And traffic is terrible.  There are no traffic lights so the intersections are pretty much free-for-alls, although there will occasionally be an officer directing traffic at some of the major intersections.  The “stop for pedestrians” at the crossing rule in America is non-existent. There are no official crossings and the cars always win.

Although we were told that the Harborview Tower was a 10 or 15 minute walk from the Serena, we decided not to take a taxi.  We found the road that we needed, and were, it turns out, maybe two blocks from the Harborview when Bill became convinced that we were going in the wrong direction.  So we turned around and walked.  And walked.  And walked until the roud we were on ended at the Ministry of Health.  Tanzanians are very helpful.  The gentleman we asked gave us specific directions.  It was back from where we had come.  We hired a taxi to take us back.

At the Airtel store we bought a cellular modem and a new chip for the modem that Bill had purchased last year as well as one week data plans.  This will allow us to access email and post blogs when the Bible College’s internet café is not running.  If we returned to Tanzania every six months or so, our cell and modem chips would still be active, but the chips are not that expensive to purchase each time we come.

After eating lunch at the Harborview we returned to the New Africa.  Cathy relaxed and did some blogging, while Bill tried to check in with his contact at SimbaNet.  Naps and showers, dinner and the delivery of our keyboards, and we are repacking our duffels for a VERY early flight tomorrow morning.  Catch you up next time from Kasulu.