A Month in Africa

- #Africa

Did David and I really go to Africa? Were we really gone for 3.5 weeks? It all feels like an ethereal dream at this point.

This first time that I remember seriously thinking about what Africa may be like was at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I was watching “Road to Mecca” by Athol Fugard. Two women were talking about South Africa and the landscape that one woman had traveled to visit the other. She referred to the land as “God’s Country”. I had heard that phrase many times before and I had always interprested it as meaning “a land so beautiful that it was loved by God.” In the play, they clarify what they mean by that phrase – a land that was untouched by humanity and incapable of being affected by humanity. As I’m writing about my impressions about a play that I saw over 20 years ago I realize that I could be completely mangling the play. I hope you understand my point anyway.

My other serious consideration of Africa was from reading “The Poisonwood Bible”. Unfortunately, I didn’t like the book (can’t remember why anymore). But it did leave me with an impression that Africa lumbers on with its own rules. It doen’t give you, a westerner or an individual, a second thought. I vividly remember the images of the missionaries trying to build American crops in the Congo. When they finally figure out how to work against the floods and the ants and grow crops, the African bees show no interesting in pollinating the strange new plants.

All of this is true. And if you don’t really understand what I’m talking about with my vague writing, I urge you to go to Africa. Follow an elephant on foot. Track a lion. Hang out with the Maasai. You’ll see what I’m talking about.

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We had a few very circuitous flights in Africa (to say the least). One of them was getting to Tanzania. We had to find flights that were cheap, get us to Arusha, and would get us miles. So to get us to Arusha, we flew overnight to London Heathrow, spent a few hours, then took a flight to Nairobi, Kenya. We spent two nights in Kenya - though we arrived so late and left so early in the morning that it felt like we were barely there. Also, we were so jet-lagged that we didn't really have much functional time.
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We had a few very circuitous flights in Africa (to say the least). One of them was getting to Tanzania. We had to find flights that were cheap, get us to Arusha, and would get us miles. So to get us to Arusha, we flew overnight to London Heathrow, spent a few hours, then took a flight to Nairobi, Kenya. We spent two nights in Kenya - though we arrived so late and left so early in the morning that it felt like we were barely there. Also, we were so jet-lagged that we didn't really have much functional time.
After Kenya, we headed to Tanzania for one night in Arusha. The flight to Tanzania was fairly uneventful. On the flight, there was a small contingency of young frat-style guys with a ton of outdoor gear. They were clearly off to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. David and I christened them “Kilimanjarheads”. At the airport, we were met by Urassa - one of the drivers for our trip. We later learned that his real name is “Goodluck Urassa”. We figured that he went by the name of Urassa because he was tired of all the Americans being confused or making jokes about a name of Goodluck.
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