Oh Zanzibar... honestly, you were beautiful. You were warm and surrounded by cerulean blue ocean. I never knew that color crayon existed in real life. But, you were ugly and filled with people who just wanted to sell me shitty "massai" paintings of chubby antelope things swimming in greenish concentric circles. Honestly, if you ask me again if I want to buy a spice boat I'm going to lose it. Staying there as a mwanafunzi (student) was a completely different perspective. Kind of made me never want to "vacation" ever again. I'm torn because life happens and work happens and we can't all be doctors and lawyers and get that perfect job and this is far from true in so many places outside the US. I get that. Tourism is still an industry, you gotta live somehow - but honestly, Zanzibar made me lose faith in humanity a little bit. I fucking love people. I rarely trust them but I love meeting random people and having random conversations and feeling like that was a fun little moment in life. But there it was like every person I talked to tried to guilt-trip me into buying them something! Okay, like the first day I talk to a dhow fisherman about his sick daughter. Fuck it! Regardless, I buy him the malaria medication..like the actual medication from the pharmacy. Okay, great. Maybe he sold it for cash, maybe he has a daughter. Then ...everywhere I go people are asking me to buy them dinner, support their shop, buy them a beer. I slowly begin to realize that all the guys working downtown have a similar shpiel. Their needs are different. Some of them are drugged out, some actually have families, some just need to get a meal in before they go out fishing again. But seriously man, it was a serious bastardization of the virtues of human interaction in order to support their economy. Again, I get it. I get it. I get it. I never thought the world was sunshine and roses but three weeks of creeping disdain can suck you in. Regardless of the harassment and repeated "Sir, I don't need a taxi. I'm walking probably another 50 feet and no I won't want a taxi later...haven't you seen me walk this way every day?" - expect the worst from people and you get the worst. Therefore, on Christmas my friend Stormie and I wrote a fun little christmas note to santa. (You can never be too old to just be a little goofy) I said professor kringle... I just want a little faith humanity and maybe a nice hat. So there's that. I'm recovering from paradise. Go figure.
So Christmas eve we took a ferry from Zanzibar to Mainland Tanzania into the city of Dar es Salaam. Dar was interesting. Kinda crowded and shady. Now we're in Moshi in the north almost on the border of Kenya (relatively). We visited a sisal farm and today is coffee? Except I kinda got myself a parasite and am out of commission for a little bit. Tomorrow we head to Ngorongoro National Park where we're camping in a crater of sorts and then going on safari. So yea...that's life in a nutshell.
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