Monday, August 27, 2007

Behold, the mountain.

The monolith ahead of you is Mount Kilimanjaro. I have to say, I feel like perhaps I am a bit crazy. The mountain just stares at me -- all week, and everywhere I go. It is like when you were a kid and your mother told you to clean your room, and it was hanging over you everywhere you went, preventing you from enjoying playing with your friends because you knew it was coming. The mountain is like a 19,000 foot high mother standing next to the messiest room in the universe.

Today we went into the town of Moshi to try to buy some authentic African clothing, but nothing looked right on me. In preparation for this weekend's coming safari, I had to stop at the ATM and pull out 600,000 Tanzanian Schillings. It can make ones wallet a wee bit hard to close.

Tomorrow we begin our placements. Sarah is teaching a class with more than 50 kids in it. I feel sorry for her, and I hope she makes it through alright. They said that the children know that the "mzungus" will not hit them, so they can get away with more and try to take advantage of the teachers. If things get out of hand, she's been instructed to wave her pointing stick at someone like she's going to club them on the head. 50 kids who don't speak English against a 5'4" blonde white girl. Yeah. We'll see how well that works out.


tales_from_the_crib said...

sarah can take them! i hope!

Anonymous said...


I agree - Sarah can take 'em. I didn't hear any rules against screaming at a high pitch so that's another potential.

Your real mom (not the mountain) says that it is never to late to realize that a climb of the tallest mountain poses a risk or is more involved than initially thought. Seems that another safari or other adventure would serve just as well.

Love you,