The call to prayer cuts through the air at dawn emanating
from a nearby mosque. It’s soothing, not demanding and invites reflection on the
practice, a reminder to pray, an opportunity too often missed.
The birds start their calls, unfamiliar to our ears, just
ahead of the sun and then fall silent as day breaks. We can’t wait to “see” our
surroundings. Throwing open the heavy curtain and stepping onto our verandah we
are face to face with a scene from Jurassic Park (without the dinos). We are on
the second floor, yet the wide green leaves rooted in the earth reach past our
rooftop. Shaped like a bay leaf they are 3-4 feet wide. There’s a faint smell
of wood smoke hanging in the air and off in the distance, music. We will learn
it is never quiet here. Drums, chanting, instrumental music and song are the
soundtrack of Olisiti Lodge.
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View From Our Terrace |
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Our Room |
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Entrance to Olisiti Lodge |
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Frank in the Lodge Lobby |
Breakfast is served buffet style on the lodge
terrace overlooking the pool and a jacaranda tree in full indigo bloom. Our
choices include cereal, yogurt, fruit (love the papaya) bacon, potatoes,
sausage, crepe-like pancakes and an omelet station.
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Omelet Artist |
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Sweeping the Pool Deck |
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Jacaranda Tree |
After breakfast we meet our group leader: Ombeni Samson (his
father’s name) Maka (his father’s last name). He’s a big gregarious guy from
the Sukuma (Lake Victoria) tribe, the largest in Tanzania. He is immediately
likeable, organized and confident. We’ll be in good hands.
There are 16 of us, a varied group of mostly retired medical
professionals, an attorney, a systems analyst, chemists, a college professor
and US. We learn that OAT gives 15% of their profits to support schools in
Tanzania. We have brought school supplies to donate which are a kind gesture
but most likely negligible in the grand scheme.
There are 125 tribes in Tanzania. They each have a tribal language,
which is their first language. They learn Swahili as their second language,
(and the universal language of Tanzania), and if they are fortunate enough to
attend secondary school, they will also learn English. There are 3 challenges
to the citizens here: medical care, clean water and food. It is very dry,
making food cultivation difficult.
The local currency is the shilling 1,500 shillings = one US
dollar. The population is 35% Muslim and 60% Christian.
There is a strong Chinese presence. The law says an outside
company must hire 95% of their work force from Tanzania. The Chinese bribe
officials and bring Chinese prisoners to do their work.
AND we learn that the Happy Room is the lavatory. Thus
prepped, we head to our first outing.
Ombeni cautions us to keep our cameras inside the windows of
the van. Thieves are watching and act quickly. They grab and go. If they are
caught people on the street will kill them.
The poverty is dramatic, but not unexpected. Structures are
primitive. One woman has built her 3-sided shop from crates: 2 wide, 4 high
draped with a length of cloth. She sits inside on a stool ready for business; a
sawmill operates from a three-sided wooden structure. Sawdust piles up in the
dirt and several men run boards through manually. Men use shovels to move huge
piles of dirt, one scoop at a time. Mornings are the time to find and fetch
water. Women walk with plastic buckets to the drainage ditch that divides the
road. The water looks filthy, littered with garbage. It will be used for
cooking and drinking.
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Arusha Street Scenes |
At the Shanga River House, Emmanuel walks us around the adjoining coffee plantation. We learn that a coffee tree lives 60-70 years. The trees have a
jasmine like flower and produce red cherries and within each one are two coffee
beans. The beans are hand picked in March, usually by women. A good day of
picking would yield 2 buckets and the pay would be about $1 a bucket. The crop
from this plantation is sold to Starbucks. The yield at harvest is eleven
pounds of roasted coffee per plant. Our slick and sophisticated coffee shops do
a booming business, but it all comes back to this.
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Emmanuel |
Shanga means beads in Swahili and the trees are hung with beaded lanterns and glass and
beadwork wind chimes. Glass bottles are
recycled, smashed by hand and hammer into an almost powder then melted in
forges and recreated into colorful shapes. The artists here create fabulous
blown glass chandeliers intricate mosaics and many simpler but no less
beautiful pieces of art. They work with primitive tools in primitive
surroundings. The bead polisher consists of a washing machine motor attached to
an old bicycle wheel rim. Collections of empty green glass bottles are hung in
formation to create unique partitions. All income from the Shanga workshop and
restaurant goes to employing more disabled people.
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Glass Forge |
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Beads From Recycled Glass |
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Bead Polisher |
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Smita with the "Ruby" Slipper |
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Close Up |
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Wall of Bottles |
Lunch is served at the River House Restaurant.
The chef, Babu, introduces us to traditional Tanzanian cuisine.
The menu:
Makande,
(red beans and maize stew),
Green banana stew with beef broth,
Pilau, or spiced
rice (prepared with 6 different spices, onions, carrots, potatoes, cinnamon,
cardamom and garlic),
Local spinach called mchicha (we’re told it grows wild
like grass),
Ugali, (polenta made with
corn flour),
Cucumber, green pepper, tomato, and onion salad with chilies,
Chicken
curry which the chef teasingly tells us is prepared with cat. Cat, or paka in
Swahili can also mean painted with spices.
The drinks menu lists diet coke “in
tin” which turns out to be the familiar aluminum can containing the accustomed
carbonated brew.
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Chef Babu |
After lunch, orange cake and Tanzanian coffee are served in a
green grassy park. The benches are lined with colorful pillows. We hear a
presentation on tanzanite in the gift shop where a variety of the precious
violet stones is displayed for sale. The shop sells craft items produced in the
Shanga House workshop. I’d love one of the glass chandeliers, but they are not
for sale and how would it ever travel unscathed? I’d be happy to give it a go
however.
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Tanzanian Coffee and Orange Cake Served Here |
Last stop today is the Cultural Heritage Center in Arusha.
It’s almost closing time so, it’s a quick stop. Long enough for one of our
group to purchase a stunning tanzanite ring. Ombeni makes a deal with us about
shopping. If we ask his opinion about a purchase he cannot give a negative
response that would hurt his relationships with the places we visit. So, the
code will be: if he says something is good, it’s probably not a great purchase
for the price. If he says something is very good, it’s a reasonable purchase.
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Outdoor Sculpture at the Cultural Center |
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Sign on Ladies "Happy Room" |
Back at the hotel, power cutting off and on reminds us of
the challenges of where we are.
Dinner by candlelight on the lodge terrace and then more
jet-lagged sleep.
Anna says "Are the animals real? What's the 'happy room'? Love you Nana and Brokaw!"
ReplyDeleteSean says "Has anybody tried to steal from you? If so, did you see them get killed? Did you get to see the chef in the restaurant because you were tourists, because you have a guide, or because everybody gets to? Love you Brokaw and Nana".
I love the recycled glass beads and the orange cake sounds especially tasty. Can't wait to hear more. Love you! KC
Anna: "Are you coming for Christmas? Love you Brokaw and Nana!" oxo
Too bad you couldn't bring back one of those chandeliers!
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