TZ 2016 ….Ready To…..
The traveler’s collary to Parkenson’s Law (Work expands to fill the time allocated for its completion) is that the contents of your luggage will expand to overfill either the volume of said luggage or your weight allowance… Or maybe both. Last year we had so much technology to bring that we ended up buying a fourth LL Bean rolling duffle and extra paying to ship a fifth piece of luggage to Dar Es Salaam. (Our fifth piece of luggage was, as always Bill’s large guitar “coffin” – everyone we visit overseas always expects him to bring it.). It got really exciting when we added five flat screen monitors and a box of cat-5 cable when we got to Dar Es Salaam. Through a minor miricle we were able to ship most of it to Kigoma at freight prices, but that is not an option for this year.
This year, between the weight of the tablets we are bringing and the domestic items I am bringing for the guest hostel, we thought that we would again need to bring the fourth duffle. We don’t…just. The duffles have room to spare, but each weighs almost exactly 50 lbs. The guitar case weighs less than that (around 37 lbs) despite bulging with most of Bill’s clothes, in addition to the guitar. This is a neat trick that removes extra weight from the other bags and provides extra padding for the guitar. It’s also a a bit of a gamble as TSA almost ALWAYS decides that they need to open and inspect the guitar case, and they are not usually very good about re-packing the clothes neatly enough for the case to be able to close with out gaps….at least the trip home should be a lot lighter: we’ll be down at least 75 pounds in technology and domestic articles. We’ll also be down one bag: the smallest duffle will travel home inside on of the other two duffles.
Work did indeed expand to fill the time allocated for it, but tasks have been handed off to the capable hands of co-workers for the next two weeks and the work laptop has been shut down. Bills have been paid, itineraries sent out, data and cell plans purchased and we’ve had our traditional night before we leave dinner and check-in with our nephew/cat/house sitter. Time to get some rest. The car will be here to pick us up very early in the morning…..
TZ 2016 – Getting…
Parkinson’s Law states that “work expands to fill the time allowed for it’s completion.” As we get ready to once again travel to “our other home” in Kasulu, Tanzania, I find that to be, as always, true. There is always a certain amount of preperation involved when getting ready to travel far from home, but when that travel also involves a mission aspect, it is not just a case of reservations, travel paper work and the travel-related innoculations/medications that are needed, but also preparation for our time “on the ground”. There never seems to be enough time to get all of the preperation done along with all of the other tasks that need to happen before leaving work for over two weeks and making sure the house is in decent condition for our house-cat-sitter/nephew (Thank you, Chris!)
Our ministry preperation this year was on two fronts.
On the technical side, Bill is bringing 20 cellular equipped tablets in cases that will allow for better communications between the diocese and the district directors in the more distant areas of the diocese. Some form of communication like this has been a need expressed by the Bishop for a number of years. The original desire was for laptops with cellular modems. In the intervening years, the tablet technology has improved so much, and Bill has been able to find vendors that can provide the tablets for reasonable costs that this was the way to go. An additional benefit is that tablets use much less power and that battery life is much better than for a laptop. There is also to lack of moving parts that make these the best technology for an area with no electrical infrastructure and major dust issues six months of the year. We were blessed to get funding for this project from a grant from the Episcopal Church in Connecticut, with additional funds from our church, St. Paul’s, Brookfield.
On the domestic side, “our” rooms in the DWT Guest Hostel that we have been
helping to fund as a personal project are finally ready! We will be the first guests. We will be decorating and furnishing these rooms, and as a step towards that, I have been making curtains for the windows from fabric that I brought back from previous trips, and am also bringing some bedding and a few plates and bowls to leave for future guests to enjoy.
Call us “serial missionaries”. Rather than doing a single short-term mission, we return to the same community every year, where we have built long-term relationships. Each year we are able to continue our mission from the year before, returning on our next trip with the technology and resources that is needed to further the work of the diocese and that is not easily available in Tanzania. And each year we are able to renew our friendships and see what God has been up to in Kasulu. God is Good!
2015 – On the way out – Sights, Sounds and Smells of Western Tanzania
Dar es Salaam – We are back in Dar and have spent the night at a resort north of the city called the Konduji Beach Hotel. It is a very large resort, right on the Indian Ocean, with a lovely white sand beach, complete with tropical shells, a rusting frieghter that ran aground long ago, and sadly, a selection of trash washing up with the waves. The decour is post-colonial, but they plan to redecorate and I think that it will be very modern, which is also a little sad. It is currently low tide, and Bill is taking a walk out on the sand-bar to get close up pictures of the frieghter. I am staying inside, where it is cool and not humid (air conditionig!)
Mean while, I wanted to share some of my observations of the sights and sounds and smells of Western Tanzania, while they are still fresh in my mind.
At this time of year (end of the dry season), the first thing that hits your senses, after the heat of the sun, is the smell of smoke. It is every where, sometimes more, sometimes less, but always in the back ground. There is the smell of charcoal smoke, mixed with delicious food smells, as charcoal cooking is the most economical way to prepare food here. But there are also little fires everywhere. Some are for burning trash, but most of them are clearing land of last year’s plants, in preperation for planting when the rains come.
And preparing the land for planting is the major work in the fields right now. Sometimes you will see a line of folks digging up the land with their hoes, other times a single person will be working on a plot. (Just imagine what a single roto-tiller would do for a village!) As you drive past the villages, you start to notice small retangular plots of dense green; and then (if you are me) you realize that these are nursery sets, ready to be planted as soon as the rains come. (You don’t ususally see single crop fields here. The Tanzanians are masters of inter-mixing their corps – beans using corn-stocks for poles, for examples – or anything inter-mixed with banana plants.)
Kigoma airport is very small. A manual cart brings the luggage and cargo (inter-mixed) to a window were everyone from your flight gathers to be handed their bags and packages. After greeting friends and loading luggage into the dusty well-used Land Cruiser, you head out of the dirt ariport parking lot, which is striped by white painted rocks and head to the hills of Kasulu.
The first part of the route is paved tarmac and you climb some impressively steep and curved hills. (Imagine, if you can, what this route was like before it was re-engineered and paved: rutted, filled with little dust bowls. Now imagine it during the rainy season, when those dust bowls would turn to mud.) You come to a junction – Uvinza to the right, Kasulu straight ahead. The pavement continues to the right and you continue straight on the unpaved road. At all times the road jiggles you with a wash-board effect. This year it is seriously rutted and you sway back and forth as the driver does his best to avoid the deepest ruts. Doing any thing but hanging on and looking out the window is next to impossible.
If you are lucky, you are riding in an air-conditioned car and can keep the windows rolled up to avoid the worst of the dust, but most likely the air-conditioning is not working, so you keep the windows rolled down as much as you can to enjoy the air. All to often you are passed by large petrolium lorries or other large trucks coming from the other direction. They create a large cloud of dust and you are quick to roll up the window, but soon you are covered in a fine layer of the stuff. The taste of dust coats your lips. Even worse are the times that you are caught behind another vehicle and you are caught in dust like a thick fog. Your driver passes this vehicle as soon as he can, honking to scatter the pedistrians and people pushing bicycles loaded with bananas, tin roofing and mattresses that are also on the road. And you realize that your vehicle is also kicking up a lot of dust and these people are getting covered in it.
Several hours later you arrive in the center of Kasulu town. The street is lined with little kiosk shops. Occasionally you see some goats. And lots and lots of people. Motor scooters dart around the loaded bicycles, pedestrians and cargo carts of two bycycle wheels connected to a cargo bed pushed by a young man. Shop goods spill into the street. And through this turn those large lorries. This is one of the main truck routes between Dar es Salaam and Kigoma, where goods are transhipped across Lake Tanganyika to the land-locked Congo.
Although most folks here don’t do flower gardening per se, growing crops is too important, if you look, you can find flowers everwhere. At ever season some bush or tree is in colorfull bloom.
Most windows in Kasulu don’t close all the way. They may be the slatted glass “Florida Window” or just shutters. The citizens of Kasulu are not shy about sharing their noise. At the Bible College, the sound to school children inter mixes with lecturing from the KBC class rooms. A seminar is going on at the Cathedral and the amplified preaching and singing floats over the Bible College and up the hill to the Diocese Compound. You walk pass the back yard walls of KBC staff, and a cow acknowloeges you with a large “Baaarrroooow”. Chickens walk by, clucking.
Up in the DWT compound, bird song is prevelent. The birds that, over the years, Bill and I have named “the pan flute bird” (which as a call like a more melodious coo-coo clock), the “Harrigan Bird”, many warblers, and raucous caws of the crows. An airplane passese over-head, a sound so unusual here that you can’t help but notice. On a Saturday night, the bass and drumming from the local disco is in the background all night, even drowning out the 5:00 am call to prayer from the local mosque. Occasionally a dog chorus floats over the town. And on our last night here, a cool breeze, rattling the fronds of the banana plants, sounding almost like rain, except that there is nothing hitting the tin roof. The bird chorus joined the rising sun and it was time get up for chapel, finish packing a get ready to leave.
We are now waiting to board our first flight back home. I hope that you have enjoyed our trip reporting. We want to thank you for your prayers and to praise God for everything going so smoothly (even changing the path of a hurricane so that we don’t have to worry about flight delays – and even though I left my phone back in Kigoma by accident). Truely, visting Tanzania, and Kasullu in particular is probably the closest we can get to visiting the Garden of Eden in this day and age.
Cathy
(P.S. Check back – I plan to add some more pictures later)