The events of this week had me thinking
back to the first few days after I arrived in Tanzania. Why, you ask?
The first few days in country the medical office gave every volunteer
a host of shots, including rabies, and I am now so glad they did.
Despite being vaccinated I still found myself, once again, making the
long trip to Dar. This time for post exposure shots to rabies.
How did it all begin? Well on Monday
night around 8pm I was in my house and I heard a cat crying outside
my back door. Thinking it was my cat, I opened the door and in came a
mangy kitten. After spending about 20 minutes trying to get it out of
my house, I stupidly picked up the kitten out of frustration and
exhaustion and it bit me as I went to throw it out the back door.
Immediately after I realized I was bleeding from my pointer finger I
called the the PC medical duty phone, my father and another
volunteer. The office told me I had to come to Dar for a post
exposure shot as fast as I could. I was not too traumatized by the
situation, actually my dad and I had a great laugh after the
incident.
The next day I found myself on a bus to
Iringa and then the day after on a bus to Dar. The whole trip took
about 30 hours, but I am glad I came-- better safe than sorry. During
the 30 hours of travel I realized that I would not be in Dar for one
night like I thought, but rather four nights for a series of two
shots. Really glad I was prepared with enough clothing-- not, but
thankfully the expats who let me stay at their house are also nice
enough to let me do some laundry. I landed at the office around 3pm
received my shot and went on my way. Since then I have really just
been bumming around. I ventured to the only mall in Dar which has a
supermarket and a big store, ala Walmart. At the grocery store I
mainly just cruised through the aisles looking at all they had to
offer and buying a kilo of cheap oatmeal. In one of the aisles I ran
into four Tanzanian teenage girls. It was funny to hear them speak in
English and to see them acting like teenagers in America, “Can we
get tuna?? Do we really need canned corn? Ah! I love pickles.. I'm
getting a jar”. I couldn't help but listen to their conversation
and laugh to myself. A far cry from the village, but not from
America. I have also been catching up on Downton Abbey. I now see
what all of the fuss is about!
As some of you may know this is not my
first trip to Dar, so I should express to you all how much I hate
traveling to and staying here. Most volunteers would think that I am
crazy because Dar has nice American food, air conditioning, iced
coffee, grocery stores and lots of other Americans, but those are are
the things that cause me to feel like I am in limbo. In the village,
at my site, I am comfortable knowing that I will be eating rice and
beans for dinner, the electricity may go out, I have to get a bucket
full of water to wash clothes and take a bath and when I am craving
food I cannot have it. In Dar all of those things have been
“westernized”. I can turn on a tap and water comes out. I can
walk down the street and pick up gum, a diet coke or a box of cereal.
In these ways being in Dar is just like being home, but in many ways
it is also torture. There are things that are not American about Dar,
such as the price and availability of goods, transportation, security
and the lack of familiar faces. My use of Swahili also usually goes
unnoticed here and I end up looking like a stupid white person trying
to impress Tanzanians. I either want to be in America or at my site.
I hate the limbo of Dar- half village life, half America.
On the upside I do get to do some nice
things in Dar, like watch TV, go to the beach, visit the PC staff,
eat great food and have a proper hot shower. However, when I am here
I think about home and how much I miss it or the things/ work I am
missing at site. Thankfully this past week my school had exams and
this coming week is Easter vacation. After that there is about two
months until my mom comes to visit for two weeks!! Super excited!!
Well I best be off. Need to get my last
rabies shot this afternoon, then I am on a bus home tomorrow. I hope
everyone is doing well. Best of luck to my brother Jordan and the
Holy Cross Men's Crew Team who open their season today and to the
Brown Women in their home race against Radcliffe.
All my love from TZ