Tonight is the last night in Mwanza for my Mum and Mum-in-Law so I asked them to write down their impressions of Africa at the end of their three week stay.
- Vibrant, the colours of the women’s clothes – beautiful and seemingly well dressed, although it might be their only set of clothes.
- Paths along the roads always throng with many people at all hours of the day- possibly because many don’t have a car or bike.
- As for transport this consists of a pikipiki (motorcycle) or a daladala (minivan) carrying many people like a tin of sardines.
- Overall we in the West think we have so much, but actually we have lost so much.
People here are:
- very polite
- respectful (especially to someone of my age)
Poverty always confronts you which is so difficult, but there are organisations trying to help the Street Children which is good.
Nonetheless Tanzania has been a great experience overall.
The heat hit me as I descended from the plane at Dar Es Salaam. Africa here I come!
The Serengeti was amazing- driving right up to wild animals which continued to graze unperturbed.
Leaving our Safari was like stepping into a totally different world, filled with people in brightly coloured clothes, walking along the road or waiting by to sell their wares; goats or cows herded by boys, driven with long sticks; men on bikes with the widest loads imagineable, pikipiki motorcycle taxis everywhere.
It’s a colourful vibrant scene yet with none of the rush and pressure of life in the UK – a very different world to mine – much simpler, less scheduled. People work hard, but fit far fewer activities into their day.
There’s real poverty – so hard not to give to every beggar! But there’s a quiet, gentleness of spirit, an acceptance of a much slower pace of life and lowered expectations.