Caren Ware's Blog

February 28, 2014

Arusha and the rush is over. On way to national parks

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 1:07 pm

I am a little ridiculous at the airport. I have an expedition bag, a stuffed day pack, and a little carry on day pack. The check on luggage cannot exceed 50 pounds without an additional large fee. It reds up at 56 lbs. I take the hiking boots out and tie them to the outside of my day pack. They swing with each step and literally are kicking me in the butt. That is, until I turn, and with even the slightest twist they swing wildly and smack travelers in all directions. I know I looked silly. This has to be annoying, but I strut through the airport. I take the swinging boots all the way to my seat on the plane. I am wearing running warm up tights and a black strapped tank shirt. I have a HARDTAIL sleeveless vest and a long, flowing cotton HARDTAIL outer cover that drapes to my ankles, but is opened to the front. It caught on everything. The security check conveyor belt, trying to get my backpack on, the directional rails. But I guess I am trying to have a signature look and I stick with it. To save some kind of grace, the stewardess leans over and says, “I like your outer wear. You will have to tell me where you got it. What brand is it?” I would meet pretty girls in a store that giggled at using their English. One said, “Hungry.” The churches are doing a great job, all churches ,in helping with clothing, shelter,school, and food. What these girls were hungry for were choices. Choices to have something that was not food, shelter, water. They wanted hair pieces. They were hungry for a chance to get something special and pretty. I would rather spend my own little bit I have to spare on that. We had a hair party in the brush isle.

We arrive late at night and are taken in a van to a peaceful setting called the Kai Lodge. In little huts we sleep in mosquito nets. The sound of birds I have never hear started chirping and I had not slept yet. It would begin a bout of no sleep save a few hours, a reaction to the Malaria pills or the tug of war over leaving John behind, leaving Jackson, and ultimately leaving my business. The Malaria pills were affecting me. I had blown the typhoid by not reading that they had to be taken 8 days prior to leaving. These pills had to be taken every day without missing and would have to be taken for a week upon returning to the states. Good thing though. There seem to be mosquitos more in the city than the bush.IMG_3336



IMG_3323. There is real hunger here. I saw a young kid just walking listlessly through a field. Hungry. The kids in the villages we passed would run along the side of the Safari vehicle in hopes that something fulfilling would be thrown out. We stopped for lunch and were given lunch boxes. A boiled egg, a piece of chicken , a veggie sandwich, a samolei, a muffin, a banana, and a juice. The tables were filled with safari goers, so we moved to the back of the complex (everything seems to have a high fence or be fenced in to keep out, I think the hungry). On the other side of the chain link appears a boy. He is young, but has all the appearances of being on his own. He is my Mexican boy. I like him.( I jump. I am typing in the middle of the night on my cot in my tent on the end of the row , Something shrieks as loud as twenty bull horns in the tree outside my tent. What was that !?) The boy does not beg. He does not ask. He just stands there in dire need. We have so much of our sack lunches not eaten. We hand food through the fence and the boy puts his new treasures in his a pouch he makes out of the bottom of his shirt. He heads for a bush and I watch him lay out his new fortune on a mound. He motions down the fence. A taller, very thin boy starts to limp toward us. He makes his way hoping on one foot. It is slow progress and he bends over in exhaustion and frustration many times. Before he can get to us, a tall man dressed in a security suit storms by us. He has a Billy club jammed in his back belt. The boy hops as quickly away from the fence as he came. You could see pain in every hop. All that energy expended and no reward of food. When we stand up to leave, I had to do it. I took the rest of the remnants of our Safari lavish lunch and walked further down the fence. I waved and got the eye of the tall thin boy slumped in the field. I showed him where I was putting it . He looked around and started hopping. As I pulled myself up into the Safari truck I could see that he had made it to the food and was putting all he could in his pockets.

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