29 June 2007 “Jambo” “Hodi” “Astante”
31 June 2007 “Habari?” “mzuri” “mzungu”
breakfast
tea
bread and jam
cornflakes and warm milk with banana slices
passion fruit juice
green oranges (bitter)
I have not really been eating much, I know that I should eat lunch but when I think about what I would want I am not interested at all. By body cant decide if it wants to be constipated to let everything go all at once. The first night I didn’t eat dinner at all because I fell asleep and when I woke up all I wanted to do was continue sleeping to set a good schedule.
After breakfast I walked down to the lobby to wait for Barbara a German lady I met last night. We had dinner together and she invited me to go to town with her and she would show me around Moshi. I was very grateful. While I was waiting, the guy from South Africa saw me and asked where I had gone yesterday because he was looking for me. I told him that I went to town and was getting ready to leave again. He asked that when I return that I knock on his door because he wanted to hangout tonight. It kind of makes me nervous because I don’t know what he wants, I mean he is married. Later I will go and talk with him, probably have dinner together. We are only going to be together for a few more days so why not. More about what happened later.
She showed me around Moshi, we talked about the difference in the side of driving, they drive on the left and slower traffic keeps to the left. Something that drives me crazy is the horn usage, they use it more of a vocal signal, than a “hey, wake up” like in the states. When we were walking she had me walk on the outside away from the road because she was more used to the traffic.
At the post office I had yet another lesson about space between people, I was standing in line behind two girls about my age with a body sized space behind them and this lady walked right up in front of me and cut in line. I kind of just stood there and then realized that I probably looked like I was not in line so I moved closer. It was really awkward for me to stand that close to some stranger. I guess that I’m learning.
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